fall

to remember, on the first day of fall.

September 23, 2014

I made a statement to a friend this summer, arguing that summer was by far the best season of all, to which he quickly argued back, “NO WAY, It is fall!”. We went on for awhile {Zan included and totally on my SUMMER FORVER side!} listing all the reasons why each of our beloved seasons was the greatest season and in the end I was pretty much convinced of one thing and one thing only: Summer is still and always will be NUMBER ONE. Fall has always been my least favorite season {I love LOVE this post {thanks for sharing with me, Annie!}–which so perfectly takes all the thoughts I’ve ever had straight out of my mind}, and in the middle of summer, well, there was just no changing my mind about it, but this morning a quick note (sent by the forementioned friend) graced our inboxes before we could get in another word…

// The air is cool in the evening and great for sleeping, with a bit of a chill in the morning that wakes you, yet its warm inside near a sunny window or in the car. The leaves are beginning to turn into a beautiful array of oranges, yellows, and reds. The air smells crisp and at night there is the scent of wood stoves churning out aromatic and warming heat. It’s still warm enough for ice coffee, but late enough in the year to enjoy it with the flavorings of pumpkins. Embrace it. //

HA. I couldn’t read it and not smile. And just like that— and because I’ve always been the “onward and upward!” type— Autumn is looking mighty bright.

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a cape cod weekend.

November 4, 2013

This past weekend Zan and I drove out to the Cape with some close friends to enjoy a few days away of fun and relaxation. Our time there was pretty simple– home cooked meals, beer + wine, and a fireplace {my HEAVEN}. We ate clam chowder and loaded nachos for lunch, and made time for a shopping run to a favorite local gift shop {if you’re ever near Orleans you must come here}. There was music in the kitchen and football on the TV, and chili out of mugs, and cornbread from a box. Late at night there were rounds of Balderdash and in the morning there were cups and cups {and cups} of coffee with bagels and eggs and bacon. All with the most perfect view of Little Pleasant Bay.

The thing about these kinds of weekends is that they don’t happen nearly enough. It’s nice to be around home and yes, of course, it’s fun to travel— but traveling with friends to a weekend away spent lounging around in leggings and sweatshirts and cozy scarves? Well, these are the kind of weekends we need more of in our lives.

It was so low key, I loved every minute of it— and already wishing and wondering— when can we go back?! ♥

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new print // “the rain”

October 7, 2013

I made this pretty photo from my instagram feed into a new print.

{thanks for the encouragement.}

You can listen to the song {a favorite} here.

And buy my print here.

{Please link back to my blog or shop if you pin this image or use it on your own site.}
THANK YOU.

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I have been humming this song in my head for weeks. It’s one of those feel good melodies that you can just take with you wherever you go. When I listen in the car, I press the back button at least three times, each time, maybe more. I just love the words. So reassuring, I always think.

Sunday I strolled through Beacon Hill in the rain. I went out to brunch with friends, one of those, I-could-have-stayed-all-day brunches. You know the kind— so good for the soul. And then, I walked through the rain some more. I don’t usually love the rain, but I did on Sunday. On Sunday, the rain was beautiful.

I hope you had a beautiful day, too.

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about the time I went to NYC and it was magic.

November 29, 2012

I feel like something is happening to me.

Or, has happened to me, rather.

It’s like I can’t go anywhere with my camera lately without taking a bazillion photos.

And then. Then! If that’s not bad enough I can’t write a blog post without posting said BAZILLION photos.

Sorry?

Not really.

Hope you don’t mind!

Behold!

MY SATURDAY DAY TRIP TO THE ONE AND ONLY NEW YORK CITY:

Can I actually just say something before we begin? One more thing?

New York City is just so incredibly romantic.

Isn’t it?

Gosh I just want to hug it every single time I go.

Some parts I do not want to hug (Ahemm, Times Square) but most parts I do.

This particular trip brought me to the West Village. Talk about romantic. I could straight up slow dance with the West Village. DREAMY!

My main reason for heading to New York on this fine November day was to meet up with my best friend Bailey, who was visiting family in NJ and NY for the Holidays. Bailey used to live in Manhattan, then Brooklyn, and now she lives Charlotte.

(Remember when I went to visit her last spring?)

It’s only a few times a year that we get to spend time together, so I decided to take advantage of my proximity to the city to hang out with her, Luke, and Kevin.

We went to Aria Wine Bar and had small plates and wine. It was super lovely.

Mostly, I just loved being with my friend.

And isn’t Luke crazy cute??

YES. Yes he is.

After lunch we just walked around shopping and talking, catching up on things that are new and reminicing about favorite memories of old. We got cupcakes at Magnolia Bakery (the original!) and we popped into Chelsea Market and strolled through the Union Square Holiday Market, too.

I bought some handmade local gifts at Teich and Bailey picked up some adorable kid stuff for Luke.

All in all, a really great afternoon…

When I first made my plans to go to New York for the day, I just imagined having brunch, then hopping on the train back to Greenwich. But my brain got reeling and I just kept thinking WHAT ELSE can I do in this city of DREAMS?

Because, I mean, let’s live it up in NYC why don’t we.

YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE.

And so came about the fabulous idea to see if the New York City Ballet was performing The Nutcracker.

AND THEY WERE. AND WE WENT!

After saying goodbye to Bails, I headed towards Lincoln Center to meet up with my sister and my cousin Haley. We went to dinner at P.J. Clark’s in Lincoln Square– right across the street from the theatre, which was perfect (thanks for the rec, Colleen!), and then skittered right on over to watch the ballet.

Seeing the New York City Ballet perform The Nutcracker has always been a lifelong dream of mine. And going to Lincoln Center, yet another dream. Ever since this movie, circa 1993. And this movie, circa 2000. Also, I was in the Nutcracker when I was younger, and was an aspiring ballerina back in the day. SIGH. The memories.