February 28, 2009
February 27, 2009
Ways to Charm Me
The yellow shoes I settled on (much more practical for making sales calls than the heels) worn without socks. Yes, that's right NO SOCKS! Spring is not far......
February 23, 2009
Thinking
Fam. Family. Fam-damily.
Made my first gumbo tonight. And my first rue. Had to move the rue-in-process off of the stove to call my mom and make sure I was on the right path, something about the consistency just didn’t seem right. But it was. Oh, it was. The gumbo is simmering away right now, as are my thoughts. Had a lovely dinner last night with my great-cousin (?), second cousin (?) Eric and the somehow related Steven Meyer. Both lovely. We talked about all sorts of things but the conversation kept returning to my grandfather and we all shared fond stories. I told them something I often think to myself, which is if he were still here I think we would really get along and get a kick out of each other. So imagine my surprise (and pleasure) when, in the same rue-rescuing phone call, my mom told me that my grandfather used to make gumbo. Sometimes it all comes full circle. Of course I’m making a gumbo to celebrate Mardi Gras tomorrow night—after all I do have southern roots—not only did my grandfather spend some time in the South, my dear mother was born in Baton Rouge, Louisianna (when I was little I used to think Baton Rouge must be some sort of makeup). Coincidence? I think not. Coincidence's are signs you are on the right path.
Made my first gumbo tonight. And my first rue. Had to move the rue-in-process off of the stove to call my mom and make sure I was on the right path, something about the consistency just didn’t seem right. But it was. Oh, it was. The gumbo is simmering away right now, as are my thoughts. Had a lovely dinner last night with my great-cousin (?), second cousin (?) Eric and the somehow related Steven Meyer. Both lovely. We talked about all sorts of things but the conversation kept returning to my grandfather and we all shared fond stories. I told them something I often think to myself, which is if he were still here I think we would really get along and get a kick out of each other. So imagine my surprise (and pleasure) when, in the same rue-rescuing phone call, my mom told me that my grandfather used to make gumbo. Sometimes it all comes full circle. Of course I’m making a gumbo to celebrate Mardi Gras tomorrow night—after all I do have southern roots—not only did my grandfather spend some time in the South, my dear mother was born in Baton Rouge, Louisianna (when I was little I used to think Baton Rouge must be some sort of makeup). Coincidence? I think not. Coincidence's are signs you are on the right path.
February 22, 2009
Philly-Ness
Checked out the Reading Terminal Market (awesome food mecca) and the Barnes Collection today. The Barnes Collection is overwhelming, my mind feels completely saturated by all of the amazing impressionist paintings I viewed. Good thing Steph and I visited the wine shop on our way home, it helped erase the culture we had accumulated over the afternoon. This is what the Philly rose/white zin section looks like at about 6pm on Saturday evening--completely picked over!
This is what we ultimately ended up enjoying with our homemade mushroom risotto:
I really liked the label and this is proof that sometimes there is good wine hiding inside great packaging!
FYI Flat Stanley is officially on the East Coast:
Happy Sunday to All!
This is what we ultimately ended up enjoying with our homemade mushroom risotto:
I really liked the label and this is proof that sometimes there is good wine hiding inside great packaging!
FYI Flat Stanley is officially on the East Coast:
Happy Sunday to All!
February 19, 2009
Thinking
About February. February was the month that both my great aunt and my grandfather died. February brings to mind awful phone calls, long flights through the night and desolate stretches of upstate backroads and the wind, which is howling around my building again tonight. February is not my favorite month and this year it has again thrown some serious punches at my loved ones. I now live in a place of seasons (although seasoned New Yorkers would call this past winter a breeze) and so I feel keenly aware of that change in the air. February is the dreary month that welcomes in the Spring, the season of rebirth and new shoots and buds, blue sky and pale sunshine. I can't wait to embrace the new season with open arms.
Image via Ety's everydaymoments
Image via Ety's everydaymoments
February 14, 2009
Ways to Charm Me
Sometimes my junior high self comes out of hiding. Really, designer condoms from Alexander Wang? This stuff is too good to be true!
Happy Valentine's Day Lovelies!
Happy Valentine's Day Lovelies!
February 9, 2009
My New Favorite Thing
A perfect little tumbler for your favorite wine...........I can't wait to carry this down to the garden or up to the roof in the summer. Thanks Dad!
You can find it here: www.napastyle.com
You can find it here: www.napastyle.com
February 8, 2009
February 5, 2009
Ways to Charm Me
These shoes in the window of Payless, a nice bright reminder that there is life after snow and slush. And cute shoes to be had. I want these shoes but more than anything I want to be wearing them with a cute summer dress, beer in hand, soaking up sunshine.
When did Payless start selling cute shoes?
When did Payless start selling cute shoes?
February 3, 2009
Confession II
There's something really magical and surreal and lovely about the snow. The way it clings to the tree branches and piles up on parked cars. And the way it manages to hit you right in the eye when you look up to see if the light is green or if you have really made it to 19th Street etc etc. I kind of like it. Even when it turns to ice and you have to kind of trudge along, scuffing your heels, or risk falling *smack* on your ass. I've seen it happen more than once and it's not pretty. Amusing (sometimes), but not pretty. And I am just waiting for my turn..........
A Confession
I haven't shaved my legs in a week. I don't plan on shaving until the groundhog reconsiders his six more weeks of winter.
February 2, 2009
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