love, love, love.

in , ,
{vic and i remembering to take a picture just as we were saying goodbye. it was freezing last night, can you tell?}

i spent this weekend celebrating valentine's day in the best possible way:

with my girlfriends.

saturday night brought a wine bar followed by dinner followed by sweet treats.

we spoke of boys and success and fear and all those things so important to women in their twenties who are learning and working and figuring it all out.

and when i got home. i turned out my lights, got into bed, and thanked the universe for the love of good women--for their insight and understanding, their strength and support.

and when i talk about my girlfriends yes i mean erin and vic who shared their saturday with me and angela who i always see on sundays and so many others, but you all too--you all who read this silly thing and leave comments that continuously floor me. you all who challenge me and make me want to work harder and fight harder and love more.



so thank you.

and a very merry valentine's day to you.



awareness can precede change.

in



i have seen my fashion future as a mother.
and it does not look good.

this week i'm babysitting full time.
so i woke this morning at 7. put on some faded grey gap pants, a $5 yankee championship t, and my burgundy danskos (which are always on stacey and clinton's what NOT to wear list), and NO MAKEUP.

okay, okay, so in the interest of full disclosure, i wear the pants a lot, but not usually with such a disheartening ensemble.

in her memoir, happens every day, isabelle gillies talks about being the mom in practical clothes who loses her husband to the woman in marc jacobs.

so if i know this is the direction i will lean. and i don't yet have a husband. perhaps there is still time for me to nip this in the bud.

right?!

little letters. as inspired by taza (of course).

in ,

introducing rob (former classmate, and dear, dear friend)
to levain cookies earlier this week.
levain has the best cookies in nyc. hands down.


to my day off:
why is it that you and productivity so rarely coincide?

dear little fingernails,
i just tonight realized that i can paint you a bright, blinding color since i won't be going into my restaurant job for almost a week. (bright nails are not allowed at said restaurant job. boo.)

dear ikea,
i'll never forget putting together my dresser in the fourth grade. my dad and i did it together and that light-wooded chest has lasted many, many years and still looks as good as the day we got it.
so why then is the dresser i got just a year-and-a-half-ago (from {yes} your store) falling apart?

dear subway conductor,
when you speak through my entire commute, it really (really) gets under my skin.

dear chocolate molten cake,
when my date last night didn't judge me (at least not too harshly) for consuming every last bit of you, i began to like him that much more.

dear sugar,
when i managed to eat the aforementioned dessert without once coming up for air, i realized it might just be time to take a week-long break.
a trial separation, if you will.

dear levain cookies,
don't worry, see you post-sugar hiatus.
(and i'll bring best friend rob along for the ride).

dear juilliard,
what has come to be our once-a-year-date this way a-comes.
interested to see how we get on this year, as compared to last.

i love you.
paired with avocado, greek yogurt, a little cheese, and scallions? perfection.
plus that yogurt is a great way to sneak in the protein i no longer get from meat.

dear health,
so glad we're back on track. a rocky start to the new year, yes, but thinking we just got it all out of the way early.

dear olympics,
i am your devotee, your great lover--aficionado. i cannot wait.

dear little, letters,
i could go on forever. best to stop now.