Can’t hardly wait.
Things I love like books and sugar, plus notes from my days as a Mary Poppins.
My favorite posts.
Oh, and: email, twitter, pinterest, and ask.
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One might reasonably argue that the best thing about my job is that for three blissful months each year I’m gifted every other Friday off. Summer. Fridays. Summer Fridays. Two beautiful words made just a tad more beautiful when paired together.
New York can be so manic but at 10am on a workday things are slower and I find I have little more elbow room. It’s a perfect thing.
And while the Fridays are great for planning weekends away, what I love even more is keeping them for myself. Disappearing into the city for a day is incredibly cool.
Today: Barnes & Noble, The BEST doughnut ever! A walk through the Julie Saul Gallery for some Maira. The Highline. Chelsea Market. Union Square flowers. Roberta’s for pizza and mason jar beer.
And tomorrow is for the beach.
Eventually I need to do some laundry, but not now is completely fine with me. -
MDW
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Summertime
Strawberries. Tan legs. Outside beers at 7pm on Friday. Fireflies in the front yard of NannyFam’s beach house. Sparklers. Six hour walks. Two glasses of icy Rose on a third date. Reading in the park. Summer Fridays. Pies: blueberry, peach, strawberry, and no-bake chocolate peanut butter. Leftover sand. Sunscreen. Baseball. So many pairs of shorts! Rooftops. Cold coffee. Tomatoes. Finally trying the back patio at Frankie’s. More tomatoes. Sleepy August. The Greenmarket. Roadtrips. The ocean. “You guys, it’s SO HOT!” Chlorine. Lobster rolls. Another go at Franny & Zooey. Sandals. Ice cream crawls. Country music. Heat lightening.
Spring is sweet but lately nearly all of my thoughts have been consumed by SUMMERTIME. Are we there yet?
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Want.
To.
Go.
Here.via but also spotted on Kate’s Pinterest.
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THIS guy.
He laughs louder than the whole room. He’s happiest in Brasil, halfway through lunch, not a seat left at the table. He’s woken me up with the same song since I was too small to remember. He’s “don’t try, just do it.” He’s seen every single episode of Andy Griffith and still finds it funny. He’ll keep the wine list, thanks, and while you’re at it, could you bring olive oil for the bread? He never stops trying, loves to his toes, and snores during catnaps—I’m the luckiest to have him as a pai.
Happy birthday!
Beijos!
Your First Born -
[A]ll parties agree that Proposition 8 had one effect only. It stripped same sex couples of the ability they previously possessed to obtain from the State, or any other authorized party, an important right—the right to obtain and use the designation of ‘marriage’ to describe their relationships. Nothing more, nothing less… . Proposition 8 serves no purpose, and has no effect, other than to lessen the status and human dignity of gays and lesbians in California, and to officially reclassify their relationships and families as inferior to those of opposite-sex couples. The Constitution simply does not allow for laws of this sort.
—Judge Reinhardt, finding Proposition 8 to be unconstitutional.
Important. Read the whole opinion here.
(via fullcredit, carolinek)
(via quarterlifecoe)
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To my parents:
Thank you for building a messy, unpredictable, and uniquely beautiful life together. (And thanks for letting me live in it.)
Happy 29th Anniversary (a day late).
xo
Photo context:
San Diego Christmas, 2011
My dad’s probably just said something inappropriate and my mom probably just said, “OH, jeeze” and is trying not to laugh too much. -
