lazy days calling to you

the summer is a good time to get yer butt out of the city.  i love swimming. i love hammock snuggling and canoe-riding.  i love cookouts and cornhole, i love not wearing jackets and sitting outside under the stars and moon with your best friends.  

since i live right smack in the middle of the city, with no car, sometimes i have to improvise with my nature retreats.  which can mean putting my toes in the fountain in the park or just riding around with the windows down, drinking strawberry lemonade.  

on a recent saturday, my lovely friend megan and her boyfriend nick were in town from manhattan.  they stayed at the colonade hotel in the back bay. i was lucky enough to be their guest at the hotel pool for the day.  i met them around noon and was treated to the most fabulous day.  lounge chairs, pina coladas, the most perfect breeze, and a big ol' pool made me feel like i was a million miles away from city life. 

if you ever get the chance, head over and stop being a maniac for 2 seconds.

robbie williams for your lazy day.

the fault lines and the soil.

The rain, it started tapping on the window near my bed. There was a loophole in my dreaming, so I got out of it. And to my surprise my eyes were wide and already open. Just my nightstand and my dresser where those nightmares had just been.

So I dressed myself and left them, out into the gray streets. But everything seemed different and completely new to me. The sky, the trees,houses, buildings, even my own body. And each person I encountered, I couldn't wait to meet.

And I came upon a doctor who appeared in quite poor health. I said "there is nothing that I can do for you that you can't do for yourself." He said "Oh yes you can. Just hold my hand. I think that would help." So I sat with him a while and then I asked him how he felt. He said, "I think I'm cured. In fact, I'm sure. Thank you stranger, for your therapeutic smile."

So that is how I learned the lesson that everyone is alone. And your eyes must do some raining if you are ever going to grow. But when crying don't help and you can't compose yourself, it's best to compose a poem, an honest verse of longing or a simple song of hope. And that's why I'm singing, "Baby, don't worry, cause now I got you back. And every time you feel like crying, I'm gonna try and make you laugh. And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad, then we will wait for it to pass, and I will keep you company through those days so long and black. And we'll just keep working on the problem we know we'll never solve, of Love's uneven remainder, our lives are fractions of a whole."

But if the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall. Then I think we would see the beauty then. We would stand staring in awe at our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges, like a story told by the fault lines and the soil.

worthless dreams

"i have nothing to say of my working life, only that a tie is a noose, and inverted though it is, it will hang a man nonetheless if he is not careful."

"if we, citizens, do not support our artists, then we sacrifice our imagination on the alter of crude reality and we end up believing in nothing and having worthless dreams."

i've only just started reading life of pi by yann martel but already these lines stuck out to me.  at first glance they may not seem like related thoughts, but to me they fit together. 

i have no idea if my friends, my peers, or anyone in the world can relate to this... but being in my late 20's has brought me to a place i don't like.  i feel very much in between dreams and reality.  i've been "on my own" as far as supporting myself for 6 years now.  i see that having a job and a paycheck is necessary, that sometimes we have to do things or take jobs that aren't what we'd imagined for ourselves when we were spouting off our little kid dreams. 

but i've also watched people close to me achieve and surpass their dreams, i've watched them decide to change their course and follow what's in their hearts, leaving everyone behind.  sometimes i wonder if i have the strength to take the noose off and follow my bliss.  i'm scared and i wish there was someone in the world who won't tell me everything's going to be ok or that i can do anything i put my mind too... i wish there was someone who would just say "i'm scared too."

Fashion Hero #3: M.I.A.

I've been really into her music lately, and her fashion choices, while a little strange at times, have always made me smile.

072310

"too many people overvalue what they are not and undervalue what they are."

--malcolm forbes

life updates.

i pulled a bit of a disappearing act lately, huh? i've been preoccupied having a pretty kick ass time.  i just got home from a mini-road trip to DC and baltimore.  we stayed with some friends in alexandria and attended a ukrainian wedding in DC.  it was weird and so cool.  i am so all about weddings that don't follow the norms.  it seems like people think they have to follow all these rules for weddings so attending one that was so different, sort of restored my faith that weddings can be original, true, and beautiful.  the night included dueling singing priests, solo cups full of yuengling, accordian playing and dancing for what must have been 5 hours straight.  the dj wasn't playing around either... he started the night - first song - with footloose! the only thing that stayed the same was me, crying sobbing through the father/daughter dance. 

yeesh, gets me every time.

in other great news, i am moving! same neighborhood, new place.  for the first time i am getting my very own place, no roommates... just me! i will be very sad to not live with bre anymore but life is sending us in different directions so i thought, why not try this living alone thing?!  we're already planning a "final night" party which may include lighting our couches on fire and getting bonkers with our friends... or it could just as easily be the two of us making guacamole and watching the bachelorette.  perhaps both! yes, both i think.

i'm excited to decorate my tiny studio.  it has a little baby kitchen with exposed brick, a small living area, bedroom, and bathroom.  and my bathroom has a tub (i will never sit in it)! which is so great because i currently have the world's tiniest shower and now i'll be able to shave my legs without doing a standing-up split.  i have so many great ideas for decorating.  i will not ever, never, not once enter a bed, bath and beyond, or the likes.  it's the cambridge antique market for me!

plus, etsy is such a great place for finding just what you need. 

i plan on getting this for my desk:

how great is the yellow base?

and i have these for my kitchen counter:

and this is my new table! the color is called "vinatge water." so awesome.  it will look perfect with my gray couch and comfy chair! oh i'm so in love with it!

i move in about a month. which feels so soon and so scary for a number of reasons.  but i feel good about it...i think.

tonight i'm getting a hair chop, perhaps some new colors. we'll see. external makeover today.  who do you call for the makeover that happens inside?  ghostbusters?

The last Urban Outfitters for a while. I swear.

I've never had my ears pierced (just my nose), but I've been thinking about it for about a year solely because of feather earrings


^this is a bracelet/ring thingy. i wanna wear it to concerts. i'm not sure why.










^i had a ring that looked exactly like this but in high school someone took it literally minutes after i left it on a bathroom sink. i still miss it.

I'm not joking

Urban. Again. Of course.