November 2010
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Worth it:
(But maybe only once…or once a year)
Watching the sun rise from a boat
Christmastime in Manhattan
Dudes in bands
Drive Straight Through Road Trips
Preakness infield
5AM Black Friday Shopping
A Staten Island Iced Tea
“Sunday mornings. Even when I was a child, Sunday morning was a barometer for how...”
– Reese Witherspoon
Read the rest of the Glamour interview here.
(eprops to LittleLG for posting)
For all of the times I wake up at 8:15* I'd like...
Goody Spin Bobby Pins. Goody is good.
Downy Wrinkle Release Spray. 10 points for being travel sized.
The B Train. Whenever you make it from DeKalb to Grand without stopping I just wanna give you a big hug.
Chira at the Dunks, who finally caved and agreed to like me (only after I realized she prefers efficiency over smiles). She twists her neck around and shouts...
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Hey Ricki,
Remember when we met? When you were the girl with the volleyball, sitting on the floor of the room two doors down? (And I was the chatty kid who slept on the lofted bed in 215?)
And then somewhere between Elsa’s class & smushing your feet into Molly’s rain boots, and our night of painting the [Tenley]town red (that time we procured a doo rag)…somewhere between...
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I'm not 100% okay...
…with working on Turkey Eve (even though it’s a 1/2ish day). I AM, however, completely okay with sangria in paper cups. And today since the former means the latter, I’m 100% okay with all of it.
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On leaving
“A place belongs forever to whoever claims it hardest, remembers it most obsessively, wrenches it from itself, shapes it, renders it, loves it so radically that he remakes it in his own image.” — Joan Didion
…I remember when we left Illinois. The car service came six minutes early and all of our neighbors lined the driveway to wave. We took a plane to Philadelphia and made plans to...
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Youth and young womanhood in New York City. →
“Being a new girl here is a lot to process. Your dopamine receptors are haywire from so much of what feels like the right kind of attention and you preen out of paranoia. Sometimes you tap-dance about books, music, movies, food and politics for complete strangers. For hours. You mind-meld with people you hope to never see again because they scare you a little. You get sick from the options and...
kitchencouture asked: Hi there! So happy to see someone else has found the brilliant Bill Bryson. If you haven't already, you HAVE TO read "I'm a Stranger Here Myself". I don't think I've ever laughed so hard while reading. He's amazing!
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“Is there anything, apart from a really good chocolate cream pie and receiving a...”
– Bill Bryson, Neither Here Nor There: Travels in Europe
Finished yesterday and immediately picked up The Lost Continent. Read, laugh, get lost in wanderlusty daydreams, repeat.
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Plums and corals and bronzes, OH MY!
Oof. Today’s been a day.
Not terrible.
Just busy. SO busy. (And so much time spent googling things like “how do you draw a triangle in flash?!?”)
So, at some point this evening I’m going to Sephora and I’m picking up a piece of fancy. It’s a plan.
Probably a lipstick. Ideally in the coral or bronze-y family. Or plum! Any suggestions?
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Weekending 101
I moved to Brooklyn nearly three months ago and before this weekend I’d spent exactly 0 weekend hours in the neighborhood. You know how it goes, have Poppins Bag, will travel. (To the UWS and a beautiful country home to be exact.)
But when I realized I’d have forty-eight hours of fr-fr-fr-freeeeedom this weekend I was pumped. Unsure of what lay ahead of me (but quite certain that it...
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Dreamers with empty hands (They) All sigh for exotic lands (But) It’s autumn in New York It’s good to live it again This autumn in New York Transforms the slums into Mayfair Autumn in New York You’ll need no castles in Spain Lovers that bless the dark On benches in Central Park (But) It’s autumn in New York It’s good to live it again
-Vernon Duke
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Spent the night with a friend of mine and a handle of good whiskey We picked guitars and talked about how the glory days we missed ‘em And it didn’t take too long to find the truth inside that bottle Cast a-sea so long ago was a message from my father. You keep your heart above your head and you eyes wide open So this world can’t find a way to leave you cold And know...
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Sole-ful
“If I had my life to live over, I would start barefoot earlier in the spring and stay that way later in the fall.” —Nadine Stair
photo by Bill Eppridge, 1971
(found on Tomboy Style)
