Wish me luck? Tips and tricks of the trade for this "real camera" newbie would be very much welcome! Once I take this bad boy out for a spin and get a handle for it, I'll try to report back. In the event you're considering investing in a new DSLR and want my very expert opinion on the Canon Rebel T5i.
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Showing posts with label lifestyle. Show all posts
Monday, March 10, 2014
Camera Shy
Just don't leave it in the back of a cab, my dad pleads as I gush over the shiny new belated Christmas present he's sent me. For someone who has "lost" (read: set down and immediately forgotten about) many a point-and-shoot over the years, and happily went through all of college with one measly disposable to my freshman year name (it was 2003!), first-time ownership of a real, bona fide camera is an exciting and completely intimidating moment for me. I mean, what if after all this money spent, I have no eye for photography and even less talent and my poor father's well-intentioned gift ends up collecting dust in a drawer somewhere as I guiltily snap away behind the safety of my iPhone? What if I drop it in the Hudson River? What if Instagram filters have ruined everything? Ok, deep breaths, reality check. National Geographic is not calling to shoot their next cover (except, um, dream job!) and I'm getting just a wee bit ahead of myself. NatGeo pipe dreams and irrational fears aside, I genuinely just want to learn how to take better pictures, appreciate the small moments in life worth documenting, and perhaps even enroll in a class or two. At the end of the day, seize this opportunity to learn, improve and explore a previously unexamined creative side of myself.
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Friday, February 28, 2014
When One (Rather Heavy) Door Closes...
The last time I'll ride the elevator three floors up, tromp through the hallways with the hardwood floorboards creaking below, and plop down at my desk. To know an office, a space, a group of co-workers will no longer be a part of daily life feels a bit surreal. In a different way than when you leave a job for a new one, with the old company remaining unchanged.
While feelings of uncertainty and a good amount of fear swirl through my head these days, I've decided to embrace change, not balk at it. A hunch tells me this one leads to something good, great even, and hopefully somewhere with much lighter lobby doors.
While cleaning out my office, I unearthed this months-old scribbled quote from Life of Pi which felt ironically very fitting for today: I suppose, in the end, the whole of life becomes an act of letting go. But what always hurts the most is not taking a moment to say goodbye.
So this is me taking a moment!
Thursday, January 30, 2014
What Does My Hand Say?
I had my palm read over the weekend at a tiny candle-lit table in an unassuming corner of a bar by a soft-spoken, wrinkly-eyed gypsy woman for $25. And it was both eerily life affirming and wildly off the mark ("It looks like you're in a fight with your mom" Uh, no). But that's to be expected. As a friend later put it, after listening to the lengthy description of my foretold fortunes, "Well, they can't all bat a thousand."
At the insistence of Heather (more like pushing and shoving), I slid into the small chair opposite stacks of tarot cards and votive candles to embark on my very first palm reading. Truthfully, I wasn't sure what to expect, beyond what Heather and Nicole (who'd only just vacated the same seat after much excited chatter over the future of her romantic relationships) had told me about this fortune teller at the bar every time they'd been, telling them the same thing each time they sat down. So there I was, right hand nervously outstretched beneath a heavily bedazzled magnifying glass as deep pen lines appeared in the creases of my palm, waiting for the proclamation of a lifetime. High expectations for the neighborhood clairvoyant, no?
Here's what she had to say:
- I am either living in the wrong city or working in the wrong career (ugh?!)
- I'm from the West coast; she guessed California (pretty close--Seattle)
- For work, I excel/enjoy most the creative side of projects and bringing people together (definitely true)
- I will have two boys and a girl for kids (if true, I'll take it!)
- My life line is unusually "all over the place" and not well-defined, indicating high levels of stress (somewhat true, more so at this time in my life)
- I have difficulty saying no to things/people which wears on me physically, and I should learn to be less of a people pleaser (1000% true)
- Sometime between the age of 31 and 32, I'll meet three important romantic relationships one of which will ultimately be the One (when I questioned which of the three was marriage material, she responded "Oh, monogamy wasn't established yet when palm reading was invented so I can't tell." Right, ok.)
For the most part, a knowing smile hovered on my face the entire 20 minutes we talked, though a few of her comments range false: two breakups at age 26 and 27 (nope, in a relationship with Kevin that whole time!) and I have zero desire for kids (this is only somewhat false as I do eventually want a family but have never been a dying-to-have-kids-right-now type). The epic proclamation I was waiting for? Still waiting. But that's ok because I've got polygamy in my future to look forward to!
Have you ever had your palm read? Did any of it actually come true? Is it all just a bunch of mumbo jumbo?!
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At the insistence of Heather (more like pushing and shoving), I slid into the small chair opposite stacks of tarot cards and votive candles to embark on my very first palm reading. Truthfully, I wasn't sure what to expect, beyond what Heather and Nicole (who'd only just vacated the same seat after much excited chatter over the future of her romantic relationships) had told me about this fortune teller at the bar every time they'd been, telling them the same thing each time they sat down. So there I was, right hand nervously outstretched beneath a heavily bedazzled magnifying glass as deep pen lines appeared in the creases of my palm, waiting for the proclamation of a lifetime. High expectations for the neighborhood clairvoyant, no?
Here's what she had to say:
- I am either living in the wrong city or working in the wrong career (ugh?!)
- I'm from the West coast; she guessed California (pretty close--Seattle)
- For work, I excel/enjoy most the creative side of projects and bringing people together (definitely true)
- I will have two boys and a girl for kids (if true, I'll take it!)
- My life line is unusually "all over the place" and not well-defined, indicating high levels of stress (somewhat true, more so at this time in my life)
- I have difficulty saying no to things/people which wears on me physically, and I should learn to be less of a people pleaser (1000% true)
- Sometime between the age of 31 and 32, I'll meet three important romantic relationships one of which will ultimately be the One (when I questioned which of the three was marriage material, she responded "Oh, monogamy wasn't established yet when palm reading was invented so I can't tell." Right, ok.)
For the most part, a knowing smile hovered on my face the entire 20 minutes we talked, though a few of her comments range false: two breakups at age 26 and 27 (nope, in a relationship with Kevin that whole time!) and I have zero desire for kids (this is only somewhat false as I do eventually want a family but have never been a dying-to-have-kids-right-now type). The epic proclamation I was waiting for? Still waiting. But that's ok because I've got polygamy in my future to look forward to!
Have you ever had your palm read? Did any of it actually come true? Is it all just a bunch of mumbo jumbo?!
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
The Weekend In A New York Minute
Last week flew by in a library induced haze of LinkedIn job boards, and now low & behold here we are back at the start of a new week. A short one though. Which means the weekend provided that elusive extra 24 hours. Did I take advantage of the bonus time? If taking advantage means cooking the entire 10-slice package of bacon on a Sunday morning instead of the usual half, than yes I most certainly did.
Bacon Late Bloomer | Recently, within the last six months or so, bacon has risen up the ranks on my list of morning breakfast staples. Salty. Crispy. Greasy. Yes duh where have you been, Ana?? Growing up the daughter of a nutritionist, that's where. Why it took another 10+ years for these crunchy slices of pork heaven to make their way onto my breakfast plate, I have no idea, but hallelujah count me in as officially converted to the uncured honey maple congregation. (Favorite brand so far: Applegate)
Curl Challenged | Evidently, this blog is quickly becoming a self-help guide on how not to take care of nice things. First the ruined sneakers, now the curling iron. Up until a couple years ago, my stick straight locks would not hold a curl to save their life, then along came this miracle worker, followed by a year of voluminous wavy bliss. The honeymoon period could never last, though. All this time I've been stowing my curling iron with the cord wound tightly around the barrel. Big mistake. Only after it completely shorted out mid-attempt at the above beachy waves, did a quick google search later reveal my glaring oversight. Don't make the same mistake!
Wine & Cheese Please | At the risk of sounding like a late twentysomething cliche, spending a Friday night with friends chatting late into the wee hours over trays of brie and red wine, might just be the best kind of Friday, don't you think?
Fair-Weather Fan | As an NYC transplant from the Pacific Northwest, I have a lot of hometown pride when it comes to anything Seattle related. With one exception: our historically lackluster sports teams (ahem dearly departed Sonics). However, the Seahawks have dominated this football season, culminating in Sunday's nail-biter of a game sending them victoriously off to the Superbowl. And there I was cheering along like the true bandwagoner that I am. #gohawks, indeed.
Enjoy the short work week, folks!
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Bacon Late Bloomer | Recently, within the last six months or so, bacon has risen up the ranks on my list of morning breakfast staples. Salty. Crispy. Greasy. Yes duh where have you been, Ana?? Growing up the daughter of a nutritionist, that's where. Why it took another 10+ years for these crunchy slices of pork heaven to make their way onto my breakfast plate, I have no idea, but hallelujah count me in as officially converted to the uncured honey maple congregation. (Favorite brand so far: Applegate)
Curl Challenged | Evidently, this blog is quickly becoming a self-help guide on how not to take care of nice things. First the ruined sneakers, now the curling iron. Up until a couple years ago, my stick straight locks would not hold a curl to save their life, then along came this miracle worker, followed by a year of voluminous wavy bliss. The honeymoon period could never last, though. All this time I've been stowing my curling iron with the cord wound tightly around the barrel. Big mistake. Only after it completely shorted out mid-attempt at the above beachy waves, did a quick google search later reveal my glaring oversight. Don't make the same mistake!
Wine & Cheese Please | At the risk of sounding like a late twentysomething cliche, spending a Friday night with friends chatting late into the wee hours over trays of brie and red wine, might just be the best kind of Friday, don't you think?
Fair-Weather Fan | As an NYC transplant from the Pacific Northwest, I have a lot of hometown pride when it comes to anything Seattle related. With one exception: our historically lackluster sports teams (ahem dearly departed Sonics). However, the Seahawks have dominated this football season, culminating in Sunday's nail-biter of a game sending them victoriously off to the Superbowl. And there I was cheering along like the true bandwagoner that I am. #gohawks, indeed.
Enjoy the short work week, folks!
Monday, January 13, 2014
The Weekend In A New York Minute
A few recent life lessons and mini discoveries worth sharing from around
these parts because, well, armed with the critical knowledge of how to
properly launder sneakers, your transition into Monday will inevitably be that much smoother.
At the Library | Can anyone else remember the last time they saw the inside of a library beyond freshman year of college? Guys, we have been missing out. And so have weekend productivity levels. With my job hunt entering full-blown crisis territory, local coffee shops have been seeing a lot of me & my laptop lately and it's become increasingly clear how very little actually gets done amongst the endless distractions (is the music unnecessarily loud in here or am I just getting old? Are they seriously charging $8.75 for a latte? Did the newsboy-capped barista just wink in my direction?). None of that at the library. Still plenty of cute strangers to wink at, but shhhh inside voices only!
Gym Lace | Not your usual boring ol' workout gear, I'm loving this pale pink top with a hint of lace detailing. Just enough to lend an air of real elegance to back sweat.
Coconut Ice Cream | This unassuming treat isn't actually ice cream (milk being the key missing ingredient), but your tastebuds would hardly know the difference and isn't your freezer lacking in the coconut-based frozen dessert department? Enter So Delicious' line of dairy-free, soy-free, gluten-free goodies. If that's a few too many "-frees" for you not to worry, grab a spoon & some chocolate syrup, dig in and… milk who?
Lessons in Laundry | This photo does not do the damage justice, but if you look closely you'll see wonky upturned toes and curled insoles. Yours truly threw Nikes into the washer machine (on hot water cycle!) followed by an hour in the dryer in an attempt to clean them. Result: size 7.5 now a snug size 6. Note to self--skip the dryer!
TV Sunday | Golden Globes. Downton Abbey. Girls. All in a single three-hour window. If like me, you struggled to decide which to focus on, ultimately switching back and forth between commercial breaks without truly watching any show in its entirety, than yes it was a great night of television.
Wishing you all a great week ahead full of sweet treats and freshly cleaned (un-shrunk) shoes.
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At the Library | Can anyone else remember the last time they saw the inside of a library beyond freshman year of college? Guys, we have been missing out. And so have weekend productivity levels. With my job hunt entering full-blown crisis territory, local coffee shops have been seeing a lot of me & my laptop lately and it's become increasingly clear how very little actually gets done amongst the endless distractions (is the music unnecessarily loud in here or am I just getting old? Are they seriously charging $8.75 for a latte? Did the newsboy-capped barista just wink in my direction?). None of that at the library. Still plenty of cute strangers to wink at, but shhhh inside voices only!
Gym Lace | Not your usual boring ol' workout gear, I'm loving this pale pink top with a hint of lace detailing. Just enough to lend an air of real elegance to back sweat.
Coconut Ice Cream | This unassuming treat isn't actually ice cream (milk being the key missing ingredient), but your tastebuds would hardly know the difference and isn't your freezer lacking in the coconut-based frozen dessert department? Enter So Delicious' line of dairy-free, soy-free, gluten-free goodies. If that's a few too many "-frees" for you not to worry, grab a spoon & some chocolate syrup, dig in and… milk who?
Lessons in Laundry | This photo does not do the damage justice, but if you look closely you'll see wonky upturned toes and curled insoles. Yours truly threw Nikes into the washer machine (on hot water cycle!) followed by an hour in the dryer in an attempt to clean them. Result: size 7.5 now a snug size 6. Note to self--skip the dryer!
TV Sunday | Golden Globes. Downton Abbey. Girls. All in a single three-hour window. If like me, you struggled to decide which to focus on, ultimately switching back and forth between commercial breaks without truly watching any show in its entirety, than yes it was a great night of television.
Wishing you all a great week ahead full of sweet treats and freshly cleaned (un-shrunk) shoes.
Friday, January 3, 2014
Volunteer Park
While home for the holidays last week, my Mom & I took an impromptu walk (meant to be run) through Seattle's Volunteer Park a few blocks from home. Initially, we marched out the door with grand intentions of working off the 50+ chocolate salted caramels we I consumed in a holiday-induced binge, Lululemon gear on ready for max exertion. Instead, on a whim, we re-routed our course through the nearby park for a more scenic backdrop from grey city streets. Man, am I glad we did. Not only did we time it perfectly just as the sun was setting, bathing the already-beautiful grounds in all sorts of magical light, but we made up for the so-far lackluster workout by climbing to the top of the park's historic water tower. All 106 spiral stairs.
Of course, I've climbed these stairs before. The park's soaring oak trees, yawning stretches of grass, winding walkways, and stone wading pool are all familiar faces to me from a childhood spent in its greenery. But the last time I climbed the water tower was a distant memory from more youthful years, and now the circular stairwell looked especially steep.
Much to our surprise, exhilaration replaced reluctance when 106 stairs later (plus a few stops along the way to snap pics but in reality catch our breath) we crested the final step thigh muscles and dignity intact. Take that youth! We still got it!


And apparently so does the water tower. Her charming brick glory shimmered especially bright in the late afternoon sun.
After much ooh'ing and aah'ing, the descent proved far more enjoyable filled with our excited chattering over the water tower's loveliness as if we'd just discovered an unknown hidden gem in the city (ah vacation brain!). High on park life, we stopped into the Conservatory too, warming ourselves beneath the leafy palm trees and swampy air.
Finally, just as the setting sun dipped below the horizon, our wandering took us by the infamous "doughnut" sculpture with the sun's last rays peeking through the center just perfectly.
Well done, Volunteer Park. Well done.
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Of course, I've climbed these stairs before. The park's soaring oak trees, yawning stretches of grass, winding walkways, and stone wading pool are all familiar faces to me from a childhood spent in its greenery. But the last time I climbed the water tower was a distant memory from more youthful years, and now the circular stairwell looked especially steep.
Much to our surprise, exhilaration replaced reluctance when 106 stairs later (plus a few stops along the way to snap pics but in reality catch our breath) we crested the final step thigh muscles and dignity intact. Take that youth! We still got it!


And apparently so does the water tower. Her charming brick glory shimmered especially bright in the late afternoon sun.
Finally, just as the setting sun dipped below the horizon, our wandering took us by the infamous "doughnut" sculpture with the sun's last rays peeking through the center just perfectly.
Monday, December 30, 2013
Here's To The New Year
New year, new you. Isn't that what they say? Dramatic, certainly, but I'm embracing the old adage this time around. 2013 literally flew by (anyone else feel the same way?) and with it my grand plans for the blog. I barely posted here all summer then fall came & went with hardly a peep. Hopefully that'll change in the coming year, helped along by a little elbow grease and more than a few ch-ch-changes headed my way in 2014. Career. Life. Everything. When it rains it pours, right?
I know every good blogger uses year-end moments like this to reflect on the past 12 months, but good blogger credentials haven't quite made it to my doorstep yet, and this year was eclipsed by one very momentous highlight: the birth of my niece Ailey. She's absolutely changed my family in such a profoundly positive way it's difficult to put into words. When she smiles, her little three-tooth grin just lights up a room. No matter how frequent the visit, you're always greeted with a face of pure wide-eyed joy. In 2014, if I accomplish nothing else besides learning how to eagerly anticipate life's new experiences with Ailey's sense of excitement, then whew boy everything's gonna be allllright. Thank you so much for reading and lots of warm wishes to each of you for a wonderful new year. xo
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I know every good blogger uses year-end moments like this to reflect on the past 12 months, but good blogger credentials haven't quite made it to my doorstep yet, and this year was eclipsed by one very momentous highlight: the birth of my niece Ailey. She's absolutely changed my family in such a profoundly positive way it's difficult to put into words. When she smiles, her little three-tooth grin just lights up a room. No matter how frequent the visit, you're always greeted with a face of pure wide-eyed joy. In 2014, if I accomplish nothing else besides learning how to eagerly anticipate life's new experiences with Ailey's sense of excitement, then whew boy everything's gonna be allllright. Thank you so much for reading and lots of warm wishes to each of you for a wonderful new year. xo
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
Banana Chips
I made these banana chips weeks ago, deep in the black hole of my extended blog "vacation" from July-November, so they never made it on here. Today's the day! Apologies to those of you frantically searching for holiday recipes for the 5,378 parties you'll be attending/hosting over the next two weeks...banana chips are probably not the answer. But these little guys are delicious & super easy to make. With only two ingredients (who am I kidding this isn't even a real recipe): Bananas. Coconut Oil. Boom. Your non-festive holiday party snack ready to go.
Ingredients:
Three large bananas
Coconut Oil (or any kind of oil)
Directions:
Slice the bananas very thin, coat in oil, and spread evenly across a cookie sheet lined with parchment paper or aluminum foil. Sprinkle with salt. Bake at 250° for about 2 hours, turning after 90 minutes. Let cool. The longer they cool, the crispier they become. If eaten right away (which I usually do), you'll have chewier "chips." Either consistency is equally yummy.
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Ingredients:
Three large bananas
Coconut Oil (or any kind of oil)
Directions:
Slice the bananas very thin, coat in oil, and spread evenly across a cookie sheet lined with parchment paper or aluminum foil. Sprinkle with salt. Bake at 250° for about 2 hours, turning after 90 minutes. Let cool. The longer they cool, the crispier they become. If eaten right away (which I usually do), you'll have chewier "chips." Either consistency is equally yummy.
Monday, December 9, 2013
Jennifer's Way Gluten-Free Bakery
I know I know, "gluten-free" is all the rage these days and only seems to grow trendier by the day with every celebrity endorsement (ahem, Gwyneth Paltrow). But with my recent diagnosis of Celiac disease, I've struggled to adopt the gluten-free way of life, oftentimes feeling reluctant to embrace the trend and espouse its virtues a la the Gwyneths of the world. In large part because...I miss gluten foods. A lot. Pizza, cake, bread, cookies, the list could go on. I've had some luck in finding decently tasty gluten-free alternatives, or attempting a recreation in the kitchen, but it's hit or miss. Plus, the gluten-free versions never quite taste the same. So when I heard about Jennifer's Way Bakery, newly opened by actress Jennifer Esposito here in NYC, my hopes were low and doubts high.
Oh me of little faith. Skepticism quickly dissolved into elation at first blueberry muffin-filled bite. I mean, just look at this beauty...
When it comes to gluten-free baked goods, I find that most are either super bland & tasteless or chock full of sugar to over-compensate the lack of wheat flour. Happily, this time, with bases like almond flour and quinoa flour + whole natural ingredients, neither was the case!
Jennifer herself manned the cash register the day I visited (photo proof below!) and she personally bakes a good portion of their treats.
Plus, all items are organic/non-GMO and free of soy, dairy and refined sugar. Though your taste buds wouldn't know it. Everything I tried could stand on its own in a taste-off against a regular bakery any day. With gluten-free alternatives this sweet, I just might come around to the Gwyneth way of life. But with a lot less designer duds & quirkily named children.
P.S. for those of you outside NY, the bakery does ship their flour/pancake mixes and a few other items nationwide (through the website here) so go on--treat yoself!
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Oh me of little faith. Skepticism quickly dissolved into elation at first blueberry muffin-filled bite. I mean, just look at this beauty...
When it comes to gluten-free baked goods, I find that most are either super bland & tasteless or chock full of sugar to over-compensate the lack of wheat flour. Happily, this time, with bases like almond flour and quinoa flour + whole natural ingredients, neither was the case!
Jennifer herself manned the cash register the day I visited (photo proof below!) and she personally bakes a good portion of their treats.
Plus, all items are organic/non-GMO and free of soy, dairy and refined sugar. Though your taste buds wouldn't know it. Everything I tried could stand on its own in a taste-off against a regular bakery any day. With gluten-free alternatives this sweet, I just might come around to the Gwyneth way of life. But with a lot less designer duds & quirkily named children.
P.S. for those of you outside NY, the bakery does ship their flour/pancake mixes and a few other items nationwide (through the website here) so go on--treat yoself!
Friday, July 12, 2013
4 Thoughts 4 Friday
Here again, the second installment of "Thoughts of the Day" now newly re-branded as "4 Thoughts 4 Friday" because, well, it's Friday and I'm sharing four things? Plus, everyone knows classic text-slang abbreviations will never go out of style. RITE? BRB.
Holiday Theme Outfits // At what age does dressing for a specific holiday become socially unacceptable? Can we extend that window to cover the late-twenties demographic? Because I would like to throw on one of the below star-spangled ensembles and look half as cute as Kevin's little niece Ella on 4th of July. That bonnet!
Technical Difficulties // This ol' guy has been a trusty companion for almost six years now and is on its last legs. The battery is dead so I can never use it unplugged and the constant frustration of watching a spinning wheel of death bring everything to a screeching halt for minutes at a time is driving me nuts. Someone's overdue for an upgrade. Should I go MacBook Pro or Air? 13-inch screen or 15-inch? If you have an opinion on either model, please share!
Vinyl Records + Street Art // How cool are these?! Spotted along Spring Street in Soho on my walk home from work. I would share the artist, but he was one of those street stall sellers that I'm 99% sure doesn't have a website and is probably involved in some underground bootleg ring linked to the vinyl black market (that exists, right?).
Accessories Please // Finally making a bit of progress on the accessories front (the lack thereof blogged about here). Now what to pair these with?!
Umbrella Proposal // I don't really have anything specific to say here about umbrellas or wedding proposals, just wanted an excuse to share this adorable, clever, tearjerker of a proposal that took place on The High Line, one of my favorite parks in New York. Full disclosure: I don't know these people, I just happened to stumble upon the video thanks to the black hole that is social media. Get your tissues handy!
Just realized I'm terrible at counting (math was never a strength) and included five things today not four. Really more like four and a half since the last one has no photo & involves the annoying extra step of clicking through to another website. 2+2= ....I'll get there eventually.
Have a fantastic weekend, peeps!
xo
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Holiday Theme Outfits // At what age does dressing for a specific holiday become socially unacceptable? Can we extend that window to cover the late-twenties demographic? Because I would like to throw on one of the below star-spangled ensembles and look half as cute as Kevin's little niece Ella on 4th of July. That bonnet!
Technical Difficulties // This ol' guy has been a trusty companion for almost six years now and is on its last legs. The battery is dead so I can never use it unplugged and the constant frustration of watching a spinning wheel of death bring everything to a screeching halt for minutes at a time is driving me nuts. Someone's overdue for an upgrade. Should I go MacBook Pro or Air? 13-inch screen or 15-inch? If you have an opinion on either model, please share!
Vinyl Records + Street Art // How cool are these?! Spotted along Spring Street in Soho on my walk home from work. I would share the artist, but he was one of those street stall sellers that I'm 99% sure doesn't have a website and is probably involved in some underground bootleg ring linked to the vinyl black market (that exists, right?).
Accessories Please // Finally making a bit of progress on the accessories front (the lack thereof blogged about here). Now what to pair these with?!
Umbrella Proposal // I don't really have anything specific to say here about umbrellas or wedding proposals, just wanted an excuse to share this adorable, clever, tearjerker of a proposal that took place on The High Line, one of my favorite parks in New York. Full disclosure: I don't know these people, I just happened to stumble upon the video thanks to the black hole that is social media. Get your tissues handy!
Just realized I'm terrible at counting (math was never a strength) and included five things today not four. Really more like four and a half since the last one has no photo & involves the annoying extra step of clicking through to another website. 2+2= ....I'll get there eventually.
Have a fantastic weekend, peeps!
xo
Thursday, July 11, 2013
Exploring The Great Indoors
Vermont is gorgeous and beautiful and perfectly made for exploring the great outdoors. But with my tick paranoia at an all-time high, grand hikes through the nearby Taconic Mountains were out of the question. Instead we made our way through East Dorset and neighboring Manchester to explore what the great state of VT could offer beyond its majestic scenery.
Having read about local historic site Hildene--the summer home of President Lincoln's son Robert--we made that our first stop of the day. Robert Todd Lincoln, the only one of the children to survive to adulthood, built the mansion in 1905 and the home was continuously occupied by Lincoln descendants until 1975 (longer than any other Lincoln family residence!). Overlooking a massive green valley, the estate and the grounds surrounding it are absolutely stunning.
Unfortunately, no photos are allowed inside, so I can't show you the enormous 1,000-pipe organ in the entrance hall, believed to be the country's oldest residential pipe organ still in its original location and in working order (!). But hopefully you get a sense of it by this awkward pose we struck in somewhat of an organ pipe shaped formation.
Keeping the historical home tour going, our next stop took us to the Robert Frost Stone House Museum in the town of Shaftsbury. Surprisingly, the house is only partially made of stone (zing!).

The museum (if it can really call itself that--only two rooms!) features original furnishings and knick knacks from the time period Frost lived there (1920-1929) during which he wrote many of his most famous poems, in particular "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" which he penned at the dining room table in 1922.
I can't say we were especially impressed with the place, especially compared to Hildene, but I suppose we can brag that we stood in the very spot where an American classic was written. I think? No matter, by this time our stomachs were growling hangrily so we quickly traded in house for barn. The Chocolate Barn, to be exact.
Very healthy lunch options. I think my choices adequately represent all four food groups. Wouldn't you agree, Mom?
On the way to the lake, we also passed by this abandoned marble quarry, which now serves as the town swimming pool during the summer months. If we'd had our bathing suits with us, I was ready to jump right in. Followed by a relaxing deep REM sleep in the grass like that orange shorts/camo hat guy.
Finally, it was time to head home, pack up the car, grab the last of the kettle corn & say our goodbyes to Vermont.
On the drive back to New York, I very helpfully provided top-notch navigation skills once again. Kevin really appreciated it.
If you ever find yourself in southern Vermont, the beautiful Hildene House is well worth a visit & be sure to make a pit stop at the Chocolate Barn. Your sweet tooth will thank you!
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Having read about local historic site Hildene--the summer home of President Lincoln's son Robert--we made that our first stop of the day. Robert Todd Lincoln, the only one of the children to survive to adulthood, built the mansion in 1905 and the home was continuously occupied by Lincoln descendants until 1975 (longer than any other Lincoln family residence!). Overlooking a massive green valley, the estate and the grounds surrounding it are absolutely stunning.
Unfortunately, no photos are allowed inside, so I can't show you the enormous 1,000-pipe organ in the entrance hall, believed to be the country's oldest residential pipe organ still in its original location and in working order (!). But hopefully you get a sense of it by this awkward pose we struck in somewhat of an organ pipe shaped formation.
Keeping the historical home tour going, our next stop took us to the Robert Frost Stone House Museum in the town of Shaftsbury. Surprisingly, the house is only partially made of stone (zing!).

The museum (if it can really call itself that--only two rooms!) features original furnishings and knick knacks from the time period Frost lived there (1920-1929) during which he wrote many of his most famous poems, in particular "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" which he penned at the dining room table in 1922.
I can't say we were especially impressed with the place, especially compared to Hildene, but I suppose we can brag that we stood in the very spot where an American classic was written. I think? No matter, by this time our stomachs were growling hangrily so we quickly traded in house for barn. The Chocolate Barn, to be exact.
Very healthy lunch options. I think my choices adequately represent all four food groups. Wouldn't you agree, Mom?
Such a nutritious lunch helped us fuel up for the next strenuous & exhausting activity: pedal boating. Sure, pedal boating doesn't appear to require much skill or strength, and the only other people also renting one was a Japanese tourist couple clearly visiting from overseas (in the green boat ahead of us!), but I won't lie and say my thighs aren't still burning. And we only went around the lake a few times! The locals, meanwhile, lapped us in their BYOCs (bring your own canoes).
On the way to the lake, we also passed by this abandoned marble quarry, which now serves as the town swimming pool during the summer months. If we'd had our bathing suits with us, I was ready to jump right in. Followed by a relaxing deep REM sleep in the grass like that orange shorts/camo hat guy.
Finally, it was time to head home, pack up the car, grab the last of the kettle corn & say our goodbyes to Vermont.

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