snapshots.

“THIS IS LIVING!” I basically yelled, over and over and over again this past weekend because, really, it just couldn’t be helped.

It was the kind of weekend that great times were made for.

That, and instagram.

Always instagram.

The fancy cam saw a fair amount of Brooklyn love this weekend, too, and I can’t wait to share it all with you. We’re about to talk hot dogs and crazy Googa, people. And by crazy, I mean CRAY-ZAY. The good crazy, the bad crazy, and the crazy crazy.

If I could go back and do it all again? Oh, I would in a heartbeat. But since we haven’t happened upon the secret of time travel yet, I suppose pictures and memories are the next best thing…

Good thing I’ve got both. ♥

snapshots.

It was just one of those weekends that makes you feel good all over.

Warm sunshine on your skin and good company to last the whole way through.

There are more details to share, and more pictures too…

So getchoself ready.

 

And above all else, here’s to wishing the weekend would last forever.

Sigh.

a bad case of stripes.

A Bad Case of Stripes

Being a teacher I get to read all sorts of stories to my class. Some are heartwarming, some are filled with interesting facts, and a lot are just plain silly. David Shannon’s, A Bad Case of Stripes, is a super fun children’s book and one I can completely relate do nowadays. While the main character Camilla is struggling with eating veggies and caring too much about what other people think, I’m struggling more in the literal sense.

Case in point:

A bad case of stripes is right.

They say stripes are like crack. I don’t doubt that for a second.

I’ll go so far as to say this: If stripes are wrong, then I don’t wanna do right.

new york city: day three

And here we are at the final day of the most epic NYC trip of all time.

Amiright? So right.

We actually had originally planned to leave on Sunday, but were having so much fun we decided to stay an extra night. Staying an extra day though, meant not enough clothes packed, and it was a scorcher too that weekend (88 degrees!). I’d only brought two dresses, and my sister brought one, so what did we do? Switched clothes, of course. That’s what sisters are for, after all.

Here’s a look at our last morning in the city…

Meg and I spent the morning eating croissants and drinking coffee in Central Park. It was so close to where we were staying, and the weather was downright fabulous, that we both agreed that it was the perfect place for breakfast.

From there we walked towards the MET with the idea of doing a little Museum hopping, only to discover it was closed for the day. So instead, we went and did a little shopping instead. We went to J.crew and Joe Fresh to love on all the stripes in style this season. It’s not just me, you guys. Stripes are EVERYWHERE. All the rage, all the time. And I be lovin’ it!

After a morning of reflecting on our good times, and a decent amount of sunshine and wandering, it was time for us to catch the train.

I am usually sad to leave, but the weekend was so full of fun, and I was excited for my next destination, that I was just happy inside and nothing else. Plus, there is something about leaving out of Grand Central Station that makes trips to New York even more special.

I always love this part. It’s an experience that I relish in every single time…

Grand Central Station is THE most magical train station I’ve ever stepped foot in.

Have you ever been?

One look up and it takes my breath away.

And with that, we boarded the train and said goodbye to a great weekend, great friends, and an amazing city.

Thanks for the memories, NY! See you soon!

(I’m lucky enough to be heading back to New York in one month’s time. On the next trip I’ll be spending more time in Brooklyn with my high school girlfriends at The Great GoogaMooga Festival in Prospect Park. 4 words: I CAN’T FLIPPING WAIT.)

And of course, here’s my daily dose of instagrams for you…

Next week we’ll head to Charlotte for some baby time. Little Luke can’t wait to say hi.

Happy WEEKEND and thanks for tagging along!

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{did you miss it? read NYC: day one and day two}