Tuesday, October 28, 2014
Lately I've been ...
Sporting that print (vintage Christian Dior from mom)
Knocking around in these brown boots (Rag & Bone Classic Newbury)
Spending time in this home (family comes first)
Looking up at that sky (fall scenery care of New England by way of Mother Nature)
Living out of this bag (Longchamps Le Pliage)
Coveting that hair (girl I met while shopping)
Lately my blog has been quiet, but it is only signalling that I, along with the seasons, have been needing a shift. Noticing the beauty in the leaves I have to shed is a practice in patience, gratefulness, and humility.
I have always been a fan of fall. Aren't you?
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
The very moment I decide to increase my savings contributions I hate all of my workout clothes and want to buy new gear in the exact same shade of nondescript black in the same nondescript style to supposedly freshen up my routine.
The very moment I am finally going to the farmers' market for the day, I realize I have zero cash on hand and need to sort through the ten pound box of coins I have at home with the hopes I can buy at least two heads of kale or maybe some organic, cage free, etc etc eggs with the change in my pouch.
The very moment I am due to be at the shuttle stop for work I decide to start getting ready for it.
The very moment I map out my itinerary for the bus I find I have missed it and end up taking an Uber anyway.
The very moment our plane tickets for our Christmas vacation reach a reasonably lower price I remember I still have to put in the request to redeem and use mileage.
The very moment I have a full day to write a post, I have nothing to say.
The very moment I have something to do instead of my post, three ideas come to mind.
The very moment I have to get outta here to meet my friend I need to use the bathroom.
The very moment I hit Publish on my blog, all seems right with my afternoon.
Monday, October 13, 2014
|A woman scorned. Meet Maria Elena. (photo source)|
On the surface I appeared calm, steady, normal. Beneath that I was waiting for a tiny reason to tear him a new *ssh0le. Late night make outs began to sour rather than stimulate.
Love Doesn't Just Die. We Kill It Most of the Time. I am not a COMPLETE psycho, but love on life support can make a person feel like one.
I was young and in love, but from where I stood he was less and less interested in me. Disenchanted is the word I like to use. He would look at me with contempt, he seemed too jealous and suspicious of me. Me? Lil' ol' me with the bright smile and prudish upbringing. Me - who believed God would strike her down for having premarital sex and instead developed mad skills at a few Lewinsky-style relations. Me? The gal who wanted nothing but to spend all of her time with him? Me? The gal who wanted to marry him. Me? Suspicious of ME? Blind, loyal, devoted me? You don't want to talk to me about it? Pardon moi - oh, I DID hear you right, you WOULD rather go clubbing than to sit with me at my grandmother's wake. You're too chicken to end it? Oh, allow me, it is my pleasure. Not only is this chicken done, but I used its skin and bones for stock and have composted it all for you too. Sorry, there will be no turning back. Oh, you're sorry? Oh, you DON'T want to break up? Oh I misunderstood you? Do I still love you? Sure - last week I did. Yeah, sorry. You should have thought through the 'Stupid Boyfriend Playbook' before I pulled the plug.
So he's cheating on me, you say? Oh, with her? HER- that girl sitting right in front of me whose desk seat I need to kick with increasing intensity with every swing of my crazy angry sixteen year old betrayed leg? Go for it. Have her. In fact, take everything you ever gave me back with you before I burn it in my parents' house. My mother brushed my hair with her hand looking at the pile of classic high school boyfriend presents in my room: stuffed toys, sweaters, a watch, stupid souvenirs, even a bracelet I think. She kissed the top of my head and said, "Good girl." She practically sealed and shipped the box for me. If I wanted to burn it, I do believe she would have handed me the lighter fluid after having the box brought to the empty lot across the street. We could watch the remnants of my first relationship burn from the patio after dinner while eating dessert. The scene plays well in my head. In reality his crap was delivered to his front yard by a common friend who had the lucky task of giving him the disapproving head shake. "What am I supposed to do with all of this?!?" he exclaimed. My one regret after killing that courtship was that it was so civil. I wanted to see something go up in flames like my feelings for him.
Saturday, October 11, 2014
A smattering of my top snippets from the week. This time around, I am recapping by time of day versus day of the week. Aren't most things more memorable around when we eat anyway? I invite you to follow me @blogger_bp on Instagram during the week if you aren't already.
Or more accurately, 10:45 pm snack. When you want something chocolatey on a week night and know there's a bag of Bob's Red Mill Brownie Mix in your cupboard, it's easy to give in. After trimming off the edges I saw this imperfectly perfect giant brownie square. Why bother cutting some more? I'm just going to eat the whole thing anyway...
|A giant brownie is all I could need.|
Toasters lined up at The Mill on Divisadero ... I can see why they need all of these. Pumpkin butter, almond butter, honey butter, sea salt and classic butter, etc etc atop thick slices of toast with a cuppa joe. Sadly unable to eat the toast nor coffee drinker myself, I enjoyed my cup of tea with Wedded Clicks over the asian pear and midnight brownies I smuggled in. When she coaxed me to taste her toast, I knew we had the makings of an enjoyable morning. We were engaged in spectating between our secret-swapping and silly stories. There were many cool citizens to watch in this stylish spot.
Grabbing lunch at a bar midday feels very adult. After declaring on a twitter chat that I use social media to extend my offline life and not to only live vicariously (link to spectator) through it, I put my money where my mouth was and found this watering hole I saw on IG (natch). Worth the walk, The Social Study is comfortable, relaxed and civilized in the day, with a full bar and good eats manned by the charming owner. Ginger limeade and tacos for one please. Should bring my laptop next time, or just come by at night for the DJ.
|Lunch at the bar; the DJ booth above the home library set up at The Social Study.|
The #pineappleselfie at Wrecking Ball Coffee Roasters in front of Rifle Paper's wallpaper is the "thing" at this Union Street coffee house. Not much for selfies myself, these sugar cubes were screaming for a pineapple portrait prior to being plopped into my cup of Honey Orchid tea (just one cube not all, mind you).
Dinner dates when the hubbies are working late are great with girls, particularly one you are getting to know. @MontgomeryFest and I found some surprising commonalities between us during our delicious mediterranean meal. Mother-daughter dynamics are both unique and universal whether you're from Louisiana by way of Brussels or from New Jersey by way of Manila. I love getting lost in conversation. You never know where it can take you.
|Moving announcement from MontgomeryFest|
Tonight I am working on my first Mosaic Photo Book using their app on my iPhone. Limited to twenty pictures, the book is meant to be done quickly and easily. Click click click, done. with only take four business days from order to delivery. This one is a bit moody in theme, but the next one will be based on offline blog fun. In cooperation with Mosaic I will be giving away a free photo book this weekend, so start looking at your own pictures and tell me in the comments below what kind of Mosaic Photo Book you would create. For an extra entry, please like and regram or favor and retweet my IG and Twitter announcements for this giveaway. A winner will be randomly chosen and announced Tuesday, October 14th, so check back then!
|A snapshot of my Mosaic Photo Book in progress.|
Happy Columbus Day Weekend! Good luck with the contest!