back to basics.

in



today i am unbelievably thankful for:

the fresh fall weather invading new york

the endless entertainment provided to me by 1. burn notice 2. true blood 3. nurse jackie 4. entourage

my brother's new job which will bring him to boston and thus far closer to me

now a reason to visit boston and a place to stay

avocados, sweet potatoes, nectarines. they make the quest for six + fruits and vegetables a day feasible

that today's second trip to the pool was a hundred times easier than the first. 

breakfasts at fairway with my friend angela where we plan our futures and impending marriages to actors alexander skarsgard (true blood's eric, hello?) and his father stellan. in our fantasy i marry stellan making me angela's stepmother. we're not quite sure why, but this running joke provides us with endless entertainment.

for tomorrow (it's a day off, ya know?).



photo via one of 

it's snowballing.

in



first one cousin. now another! my cousin popped the question with a ring and a tennis racket and she said yes... isn't melissa lovely?

they look so happy.

i love weddings. i believe in weddings. 

this year there are three alone and they're all family affairs. 

i love when the whole clan comes together. and even better than that? reasons to wear those fancy dresses nestled in the closet!

i did it.

in


i found the pool this morning.


and i paid my 2 bucks.

and now i feel like i've been run over by a dump truck (but that might have something to do with the nyc heat and jetlag).

but oh how the body loves to swim!

image via ffffound.

dear husband-to-be,

in

i culled many wonderful and impressive gobs of knowledge from my time in australia.

chief among them is this:

a man looks far, far, far better when his suit is cut in the italian fashion.

why do american men wear their suits baggy and ill-fitting? they look like little boys playing dress up.

a well fitted suit-pant can make an okay-looking-man into a good-looking-man. a good-looking-man into a great-looking-man. and so on.

i can't even begin to imagine how you will look.

but because i am forced to wait for that fateful day when our eyes do meet, you cannot blame me for the torrid love affair i might just have with this man:



because he looks damn good in that suit. and because i would look damn good on the back of his vespa.



image via the only place
it could be from:




uh-oh-spaghettio

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biggest danger of new neighborhood:

running into boys that i just do not want to see again. ever.

no use hiding though.

because, let's be honest, that's a hazard living anywhere in this city. 



image via visualize.us
closet not mine. though wishing
it was (along with
those legs. but
that's another story)!