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A Big Reveal … The New Site is Here!


New Website Big Reveal

After months of behind-the-scenes work with the lovely Tracy Castro of Fair Morning Blue, I am finally ready to reveal my new website!!! Beginning now, I will be posting updates to Laura Gaskill ~ Inspire. Create. Flourish. This is a clean slate, and I will not be transferring any old content from Lolalina to the new site (gulp!) because I feel very ready for a change. For the next few months (at least) Lolalina will still be right here, so you have time to access this content … but eventually it’s going to go.

Laura Gaskill — Inspire. Create. Flourish.

To be sure you don’t miss a thing, please visit the new site, “like” my brand-new Facebook page, and sign up for my newsletter to keep up-to-date with my first e-course, which is enrolling now! Big stuff.

xo Laura

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Finding Fall

pumpkin patch

Fall is my favorite season. In Rhode Island, we had our seasonal traditions down pat: a trip to Barden Family Orchard to pick apples and treat ourselves to a cider doughnut (and later, again, to choose a pumpkin), an annual camping trip to the White Mountains, fall leaf-collecting walks down Blackstone Boulevard near our home in Providence, and of course, loading up on fresh-pressed cider and harvest season produce at the Hope Street Farmer’s Market.

Now that we are back in California, it seems an age has passed. In the San Francisco Bay Area, where I grew up and am now living again, the seasonal changes are more subtle, to say the least. And yet, with my social media feeds filling with photos of friends enjoying those orchard, farm, and camping trips we so loved at this time of year, I find myself craving ways to honor the seasons here, as well. So it was over the weekend that (even with what I thought was a cold, and may have actually been the flu, ugh…) I packed up the family and headed a wee bit north to Petaluma, in search of some of my favorite autumnal pleasures.


We ended up at the Spring Hill Dairy Farm, home of Petaluma Creamery in Petaluma, a lovely farm that keeps dairy cows and makes butter, cheese, and ice cream. We tramped through acres of pick-your-own pumpkins (and a dizzying variety of other squash) to find just the right gourds, listened to live bluegrass music, waded in a corn pit (imagine a kids’ ball pit, but replace the balls with dried corn…oh yes), climbed a tower of hay bales, sampled homemade ice cream, pet adorable little dairy calves, and generally had a grand time. I’ve found a source at my local farmer’s market for real-deal fresh pressed cider, and we replaced our annual White Mountains camping trip with one to Big Sur.

corn pit

California will never match New England in the fall, but with a bit of effort, it will certainly do.

xo Laura

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Gran Knitting

Grace Brett, pictured above, who was born in London in 1910, is in all likelihood the world’s oldest living street artist — a term she reportedly finds quite funny. As a part of a group of ‘yarnstormers’ Grace took part in a subversive knitting takeover of her town, knitting cozies, bobbles, and artistic scenes to adorn fences, phone booths, park benches, lamp posts, and other public features. Isn’t that wonderful?

Today is my mom’s birthday. She’s a knitter.

Happy birthday mom! 

Image: Daily Record

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Home is Where My Plants Are

living room blog photo

record player

We’ve been settling in here for over a month now, and it’s beginning to feel more like home. It’s one thing to move your things in, and quite another to feel as if you belong to this space, and it belongs to you! One thing that I’ve found helps a great deal is to buy more plants! Since we had to move cross-country (and store our belongings for a month before actually moving in) I wasn’t able to bring a single plant with me. Wah! I made it one of my first missions to visit the local nursery, and picked up two split-leaf philodendrons, an assortment of succulents and cacti, a fern, and an aloe. It always surprises me when I enter someone’s home and they don’t have any houseplants … they make such a difference!


Big Sur Bohemia

nopales blog photo Big Sur Bakery blog photo Big Sur Camping blog photoShinrin-yoku is a Japanese concept that translates as ‘forest bathing’. As in, cleansing the breath, relaxing the body, and soothing spirits with a short visit to the woods. This past weekend felt like a shinrin-yoku experience, as we explored some of our favorite old haunts (and some new) in Big Sur. Camping in a lovely old redwood grove, ducking into the famous Big Sur Bakery for treats and a stroll through the cactus gardens, a rather cliffy hike (we were holding our breath as our fearless son braved the trail, arm in cast and all), lunch at Nepenthe, fireside margaritas in jam jars, and an impromptu nature-inspired bunting project to adorn our campsite. Oh yes, it was good!

xo Laura


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