Longtime readers of Priss & Vinegar may have wondered, why the long pause in writing? I’d taken breaks before, sure, but mic dropping suddenly on a random cold & flu season post wasn’t exactly my style.
It began as a usual sort of interruption — a sick kid here, a babysitter cancellation there — and then grew into a self-imposed hiatus. Leaving behind my home of nearly 14 years, never mind juggling the needs of a preschooler and active toddler, was SO much. Living in San Francisco had been a greater part of my identity than I’d ever realized, and without it, I was unmoored. I missed my favorite neighborhood cafe. I missed walking everywhere. I missed my beautiful bathroom. I didn’t know where to take my dry cleaning or which park to go to with my kids, and I couldn’t read the Chronicle without wincing because San Francisco didn’t belong to me any more.
Instead of writing through my angst, I decided to act like a grown-ass woman and jump into our new life with both feet. I immersed myself in planning play dates with newfound friends and decorating our home, discovering my local favorites (more on that later this week), and establishing our family’s new rhythm.
Though rewarding, it was all-consuming, and so the months passed without a single post. I thought about Priss & Vinegar every day, mentally wrote little bits when I tried a recipe I particularly liked or read something that made me laugh out loud, hard and true.
At its heart, Priss & Vinegar has always been an authentic conversation about relationships, the art (yes, ART) of keeping a beautiful home, and the rewarding absurdity of parenthood. Ultimately, that’s the real place I live, and it feels oh-so-good to be home.