Archives for March 2012

snapshots.

This weekend was filled with all things I love.

Warm spring weather and sunny days + favorite foods + favorite patterns + favorite sights and sounds.

Zan and I spent Saturday walking around the neighborhood filling our bellies with good sushi and milkshakes from the local hot spots near our apartment. Walking seemed to be the theme of the weekend, because I spent all day Sunday trekking around Boston determined to soak in as much warm weather as I could possibly handle. I walked all the way from Beacon Hill to the South End (about 2 miles) and then back again. My main goal was to eat my favorite sandwich EVER at Flour (the applewood smoked BLT) which I woke up dreaming about and gladly savored with every bite, and I very much enjoyed being outside all day too.

My heart was literally singing with happiness of glory days that are near.

The moment the first buds start to bloom I’ll be doing my happy dance down the street, until then you’ll just find me with a skip in my step and a huge grin on my face. With weather like this, nothing can get me down.

mine.

This zagzag printed rug came in the mail yesterday and I am PLEASED AS PUNCH.

You can have one too for only $69!

Urban Outfitters, baby. Keeping us chevron lovers smiling and glad.

That’s all I’ve got for today.

HAPPY WEEKEND – –

GO CUSE!

5 people I would invite to dinner {dead edition}

The game is back for round two.

WHO would you invite to dinner if they were not resting in peace???

Here’s my guest list:

1.

JFK Jr.

Yes yes yes.

Oh how I loved this man.

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2.

Laura Ingalls Wilder

I am a prairie girl at heart so we would totally get along.

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3.

Lucille Ball

She’s a funny one, that Lucy.

And beautiful too.

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4.

Princess Diana

Oh, Diana.

What I would give to have you at a dinner party.

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5.

Shel Silverstein

He’s probably one of the coolest people of all time.

Just sayin’.

And just because I can’t help it, here’s some of my very favorites:

Invitation

If you are a dreamer, come in.
If you are a dreamer, a wish-er, a liar
a hope-er, a pray-er, a magic-bean-buyer
If you’re a pretender, come sit by my fire
for we have some flax-golden tales to spin!
Come in! Come in!

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Woulda-Coulda-Shoulda

All the Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas
Sittin’ in the sun
Talkin’ ’bout the things
They woulda coulda shoulda done…
All the Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas
ran away and hid
from one little Did

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The Little Boy and the Old Man

Said the little boy, “Sometimes I drop my spoon.”
Said the old man, “I do that too.”
The little boy whispered, “I wet my pants.”
“I do that too,” laughed the little old man.
Said the little boy, “I often cry.”
The old man nodded, “So do I.”
“But worst of all,” said the boy, “it seems
Grown-ups don’t pay attention to me.”
And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.
“I know what you mean,” said the little old man.

♥♥

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View: {living edition}

Up next week: {fantasy favorites}

beauty in a city.

This past Sunday Zanner and I were totally tourists. We woke up early and had a pancake breakfast party, spent some time lounging on the couch, and then headed out to the Museum of Science for the afternoon. After our museum adventure I was planning on meeting some friends for dinner, so we took a stroll through the Back Bay to kill some time. Except with me, you’re never killing time, you’re stretching it out and soaking it in. At least, when there’s picture taking involved.

I love this part of Boston like no other. Back Bay is where I spent my first few years out of college. In my first real venture to a city I lived right in an apartment on Beacon Street. Back Bay is where I first fell in love with this town. It’s the place where I discovered the Charles River, and the perfectly gorgeous tree-lined Marlborough Street. It’s where I discovered the Commonwealth Mall, Copley Square, the Boston Public Library, and how easy it is to spend an entire afternoon on Newbury Street, yearning for pretty things and eating ice cream while doing it.

Sometimes being a tourist in your own city is important. It makes you look at things harder, makes you appreciate the beauty that’s there. Because if there’s beauty in a city, it’s here, my friends. It’s here.


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