Frame Dem as Art

Drape them over the staircase. Make curtains. Cover chairs. Invent collages. Make tea cosies. I want to do SOMETHING with these scarfs (since I'm still relatively unsure how to wear them.)

Totally random footnote from the article I stole these images from: Some Hermés scarves have upwards of 49 colors – which mmmmmeans 49 individual screens are manually layered over a sheet of silk twill, seamlessly depositing individual, custom created colors. 

Photo Dump: Camping

Malouf's! We're back!

Joe is a creep. But in a good way.

Hello, Hudson.

Leaves. They are a changin'.

Downtown Beacon.

I mean, insanely gorgeous. Nature, you're awesome.

Hudson Valley, we've missed you.

Camping with Katelyn means there's always a party dress packed.

laughter blur.

Ahhh, the country.

Pretty sure this is moments after E fell uphill.

Come on. Too. Pretty.

Moves Unlike Jagger

So, I knew yesterday was going to be a good day. I woke up after a really hard sleep (after an exhaustingly awesome hiking/camping weekend) to a dream in which Mick Jagger was hitting on me. A young Mick Jagger. Of course, I denied him, because he's Mick Jagger and gah, knows where those lips have been. But still. Waking up to a rock legend hitting on you, there are worse ways to start a Tuesday. Thhheennnn, I saw a clip of George Clooney singing Sweet Caroline with Neil Diamond on the Today show. Done. Locked in. This was going to be a great Tuesday.

I also had a big date on the gcalendar. Big in the way I was actually looking forward it.

I met him in a odd way. I had just been on a date with a guy my friend Jamie set me up with… Needless to say, it was not a match. (Lesson learned: I'm not meant to date a fashion/hair stylist.) (Though, I likely will marry a gay man.) So, I met up with some friends to watch baseball and met him there. Oddly enough, years ago, my friend Chrissy tried to set me up with his brother. Anyway, not the point. He was really funny. He sought out my number. And we chatted for a long bit before making plans to meet up last night.

The fact that was I actually nervous was a good sign. The fact that I walked in to a dimly-lit wine bar that had amazing jazz and thought he was pretty cute was another good sign. Over a bottle of wine, I'm pretty sure we never finished one full conversation. We were able to jump from one thought to another so effortlessly. I thought he was so witty and so funny. Still, there was something holding me back... I critiqued him. I critiqued me with him. I critiqued a fictitious relationship between the two of us.

So, after perfectly easy and great first date (one where I'm still laughing at some of his witty comments), I am left confused. Unsure of my thoughts. Perhaps I'm too scared to get back on the love train. Perhaps I'm just not ready. Or, perhaps, I just need to get over my thoughts and just enjoy the experience. I think the fact is I'm having difficulty yeeettttt again letting go. Letting go of the past. Letting go of expectations. Letting go of need to control situations.

However, if I think about it, these past few months I have learned to bit-by-bit let go of doubt, guilt, fear, etc, etc, etc with every choice. I've also learned that with every conscious decision, there is no wrong. So in the spirit of fun, and letting nature take it course, I'm going to check out what happens with this bearded, sharp-witted, wine connoisseur. He is after all a big Neil Diamond fan. Can't be all that bad.

Talkin' Politics

#16, da best.

 Genius. Rebranding the First 40, by Meg Jannott:

http://blakecadwell.com

Wednesday Wandering

Today is one of those days, where I could just take off and say, "Donzo!" Its been an extremely busy and challenging day filled with the need for a lot o' deep breathes. (Kerry Sweeney, are you feelin' me?!) Rather than letting work test my patience, I'm testing out my imagination... So, if you’re feeling any kind of wanderlust at all, I highly recommend stylist, photographer and author Pia Jane Bijkerk’s new book, my heart wanders. The book and her website took me out of my stressy day for a moment, hopefully is will do the same for you... xo

Stop it!

Would I do this to my child?! Ahhhbsolutely. These are some high (be it, uni-) brow kids costumes.

Some Monday Motivation

Isn't that the "Trufth"

Photo Dump: Bissell's Birthday

Early mo'rnin JFK

T5

Texas our Texas!!

Because all enchiladas should have onions on top...

Lake lovin'

"The Reliable Wife". It's a good read.

Pizza Bar toppings

Yum-o

We ended up making eight different pizzas. So delicious. And exhausting.

Dinner prep.

Fall, y'all.

Ready to party. I loved how the flowers came out and how the napkins were so Bissell.

Biz decided to wear every present that she could.

Breakfast tacos. The bestest.

Spice shopping at Central Market. #overload.

Gah, I do love this city.

There was one good thing about my flight delay. The Sunset.
(And the one final round of queso at the airport).