Pony Towel

29 Jul 2003 In: Product Placement

This evening Andreas and I walked down to the beach and I purchased two large terry cloth towels with horses on them. They look like velvet art. But I thought to myself, “When was the last time I saw someone with pony-themed bathroom linens?”

The answer of course was never.

The reality of course may be that there’s a reason for that.

Here are photos of Megasoul and my amazing camping trip. (And yes, I am totally obsessed with TypePad’s photo gallery feature. I LOVE IT!)

Blisster

27 Jul 2003 In: Journalish

I spent a good portion today naked in the sun under a waterfall, swimming in natural pools and sliding down rock waterslides. And let me tell you: that’s highly recommended.

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Hey there. I'm Ariel Meadow Stallings, a native Seattleite who's written my way up and down the Left Coast. Electrolicious is where I post daily randomata, but I also write for a living. My first book, Offbeat Bride, was published last year.

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