Posted on | August 8, 2014 | 3 Comments
ALL THE MOVING BOXES because we went ahead and moved all of Matt’s stuff into my (tiny) current apartment while we wait to move to the new (much bigger) apartment. Things are a little cozy around here hopefully we don’t murder each other.
This dress because it wouldn’t be a week in my life if I didn’t buy a dress. This one is comfy, casual and universally flattering. Also: stripes!
This movie because we saw it on Wednesday and highly recommend it. The boy reminded me a little of my nephew.
This logo I designed because Old Sweet Song needed a makeover. And it was implemented this week by my friend Brandi. Not only is she my go to wordpress whiz but she also gave me an extra ticket to Sleep No More. Long story short, awesome lady.
This city (Toronto) because we just booked a weekend trip there for September. Recommendations needed. The only things on the docket so far are a Blue Jays game and poutine.
Alright that’s all for me. I’m off to the beach for the day and then I’ll be enjoying a good old fashioned summer weekend in Brooklyn. Ain’t got no complaints. Have a good one dudes.
Posted on | August 6, 2014 | 1 Comment
Guys. Get yourself a mandolin (or a spiralizer or a Veggetti or a zester). Just get yourself something so you can make noodles out of zucchini and cucumbers. And then you too can say those ridiculous words “zoodles” and/or “doodles.” You won’t even miss regular old carb-y noodles. And that’s a promise. I’m addicted to these things.
Zoodles & Meatballs from Skinny Taste … Chili Lime Cucumber Noodles with Salted Watermelon from The First Mess … Cucumber Noodles with Coconut Cumin Lime Dressing … Zoodles with Kale Pesto and Edamame from Chilly Frosting … Raw Pad Thai from Jen Loves Kev … Cucumber Noodles with Peanut Sauce from Two Peas and Their Pod
Posted on | August 1, 2014 | 8 Comments
Today is my ten year anniversary of moving to New York.
Ten years in this place.
Excuse me while I have a feel or two.
While I’m doing that here’s a quick glance at my ten years in New York:
Apartments rented: 8
Apartments purchased: 1 (almost)
Roommates/domestic partners: 6
Full time jobs: 2
Lay offs: 1
Advertising agencies freelanced at: 19
Gym memberships: 2
First dates: 45
Celeb spottings: Too many to count (some highlights: Will Arnett & Amy Poehler, Tina Fey, Leonardo Dicaprio & Gisele, Jake Gyllenhall, SJP, Michael Gross – the dad from Family Ties)
Times seriously considered leaving: 2
New winter coats: 5
Visits to the Empire State Building: 1
And while we’re at it here’s a terribly embarrassing photographic evolution of what ten years in New York did to me. On the left, me at 25 (a wee babe!) with the most terrible highlights ever. If you knew me then why did you let me walk around like that?! I also had a couple extra pounds due to a love of shitty domestic beer and an aversion to exercise of any kind. On the right, me this summer at the ripe young age of 35.
The things is, everyone has a magic number. A number of years you have to live here before you earn your status as a true New Yorker. I’m not sure what that number is but I will say this, it takes awhile before New York gets in your blood. The first couple of years are exciting but you’re still fighting with life here. Why is everything so hard? So expensive? So New York? But once it gets in, once your blood is coursing with this place, you’re hooked. It’s a little like heroin that way. I assume, of course. It’s kind of crazy and fitting that my foray into New York homeownership is coinciding with my ten year anniversary, isn’t it? Call me crazy but I guess ten years just wasn’t enough for me. I’d like to hang out for a bit longer. What can I say?
I love New York.
Posted on | July 30, 2014 | 2 Comments
I’m probably closing on the new apartment next week. Can you believe it? I know I can.t. And it has me thinking about that whole art of turning a house into a home and how this time around I’ll get to do that with my favorite boy and how that’s really awesome.
There’s not an exact date on the books yet but sometime in the next two – three weeks we’ll be moving into an apartment in Brooklyn of our very own. And that’s when we’ll get to look at each other and say those magic words: welcome home.
Posted on | July 29, 2014 | 2 Comments
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