did i ever tell you about the time i dreamt i married president obama?

i didn't?

oh. 

well...

it was awesome.

it was love at first light.

i originally fell in love with this image of parisian apartments when i saw it at lolita...

and so when the very first morning in my new abode i awoke the view below, i knew it was love...

they may not seem very similar to you, but to me...

well, for me, the sight of those across-the-street-apartments meant that every once in a blue moon i'd allow myself to pretend the street below was filled with baguettes and  bicicletes.

and for me that has made all the difference. 

i'd much rather be blogging.

instead i'm left to this...

...and i'm secretly loving it. 

such a mess. so much work. such potential.

if only i had time to do this AND blog.

soon enough.

not sure there's anything better than seltzer water that glows.

i have to tell you i'm loving my new neighborhood.

last night my friend angela and i went to dinner and during a lull in the conversation we just sat there and listened to the silence. 

and then she said, it feels like we're not in new york.

oh, swoon. so true. 

it's very much new york, but different, lovely.

oh, i have so much to tell you all...

you want to know what i love about getting older?

my forehead wrinkles stay around just a wee bit longer than they used to.

can you see? 

there, on the right, that's me. 

can you see them? the wrinkles?

look closely.

yes, they're there. and i love them.