Sunday, June 28, 2015



The color navy blue will always be associated with sorting out my dad's socks while helping my mom fold laundry. I'd be watching TV on their bed, sorting through a week's worth of clean clothes, and the pile of ambiguous black and navy socks was always daunting. The man can run through a drawerful of socks, let me tell you. Besides attempting to be a somewhat helpful member of the household, this chore made me an excellent determiner of whether an article of clothing is navy or black. (The secret to life and fashion is knowing and using this slight difference to your advantage.)

With this anecdote in mind, I'm turning to some navy inspiration as we head into July. Though the color wears well year round, there is something about a crisp navy skirt billowing in a July breeze or comfortable navy sneakers for summer city strolls or a beat up Yankees hat to keep the sun off your face. These are some of the fun navy pieces I have on my wishlist this July.

{song of the moment}
"Blue" by Joni Mitchell

Some navy inspiration from my good friend Kate Spade:

Monday, June 22, 2015

Seersucker at Smorgasburg

Eating is not merely a material pleasure. Eating well gives a spectacular joy to life and contributes immensely to goodwill and happy companionship. -Elsa Shiaparelli 

1 Smorgasburg & the Manhattan skyline \\ 2 Smorgasburg logo \\ 3 Mint Lemonade from Big Mozz \\ 4 the Dough doughnut selection \\ 5 a geometric view of the Brooklyn Bridge \\ 6 gleefully swinging at Pier 2 (#KidAtHeart)

There have been lots of delicious moments in New York so far, with the weekends being particularly sweet. Saturday and Sunday are blank slates full of endless possibilities in a City where boredom is unknown and unwelcome. To commemorate summer weekends full of fun and friends (and food), each Monday Ill relate back some of the great things the City has to offer. As I am a weekend behind, today Ill give you a double dose of weekend fun with two new posts.

The weekend before last was jam-packed. Saturday I watched the Braves beat the Mets (Go ATL!!!) at Citi Field and then came home quickly and changed to go out to Le Bain (we didnt make it inside because we didnt have a personal invitation from the DJ) and The Brass Monkey (we did make it inside and onto the roof!). Sunday was the perfect, PERFECT summery afternoon. I met up with my friend Joy (check out her Snap Story blog!) and her roommate and we traversed across the Brooklyn Bridge and made our way to Smorgasburg. Which could be retitled: Heaven for Foodies and For Regular People Who Like to Eat. Smorgasburg is an outdoor food market in Brooklyn that is open on Saturdays and Sundays. There are many vendors selling everything from artisan tacos to fresh Maine Lobster rolls to Rice Krispie Treats ice cream sandwiches to actual coconuts where you can sip coconut milk out of them with a straw. I wandered around for a good 30 minutes before deciding what to start with. Here's what I got (all equally and succulently delicious):

course one: Schnitz The Yonz ½ sandwich with fried butternut squash, jicama-fennel slaw, and honey-Siracha mayo

course two: Takumi Taco Spicy Shrimp Taco with shrimp, corn salsa, avocado, and chipotle aioli

course three: Dough Salted Caramel Doughnut with chocolate glaze

course four: Big Mozz Minty Lemonade

After wandering around Smorgasburg, we made our way through the Brooklyn Bridge Park, sipping our lemonade. One wonderful part of that area are the piers that have been remade into playgrounds. As a large supporter of quality playgrounds, these exceeded my expectations. There was a whole area dedicated to swings and a soccer field and basketball courts and A ROLLER RINK. I KID YOU NOT. A ROLLER RINK. (Joy & I are definitely going back for some inline skates.) With the sun shining overhead and the metropolitan excitement wafting through the air, that Sunday couldnt have been more perfect.

{outfit of the moment}
dress: Old Navy
sunglasses: Ray-Ban
bag: vintage Dooney & Burke (Agora Vintage)

{song of the moment}
 "Sweet Love" by Comet Kid

Thursday, June 18, 2015

A Novel Idea

Grand Central Station is massive.

Yesterday nothing significant happened. I subway-ed to Grand Central Station. I worked. I subway-ed home. I picked up Chinese food. I watched an episode of 30 Rock. I went to bed.

Nothing cool. Nothing unusual. But I wouldn't be a Romantic if I didn't look for wildflowers fighting for life on a highway median or seek out poetry in humdrum prose; in layman's terms, yesterday I found beauty in the mundane. All of these insignificant occurrences occurred in New York City and I took a minute to confirm that I made it here. I MADE IT HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Let me tell you about the way New York makes me feel. The City makes me feel like writing. I want to describe every corner of this town. I want to write this City like a novel: fill its crevices with alliteration and chiasmus and parallelism. I don't want to memorize and later forget these experiences; New York deserves grand diction and sweeping similes and hyperbole, written in ink on a page (or lovingly typed by the click-clack of keys on a keyboard). New York is an epic love story, a timeless classic. There is literary inspiration everywhere. One city block contains at least six archetypes: a jester, a sage, an explorer, a rebel, a creator, a heroine. You could make up a thousand different stories in your head based off one eavesdropped exchange. Because it would take days to catalog stories from one trip around the block, I'll just stick to my story for now. Here is a revision of the previous insignificant recount of yesterday, this time with Romanticism and grandeur:

Grand Central Station literally takes my breath away. The smell, the big, wide departure room, the busy bustle of corporate feet, the great chandeliers, the resounding allegory of life coming and going, stopping and starting, beginning and beginning again. Someone angrily grumbles "watch where you're going!" as I am lost in the grandiose. I feel so small here in New York. Grand Central is a good example of this sense because it is one of the busiest places I've visited since landing in the City, particularly during rush hour. (A supremely different kind of rush hour than the kind familiar to me from Atlanta.) I merge into a throng of important-looking navy sedans suits and manage to get a foothold on the escalator, escalating to the 4-5-6 train heading home. The problem? The sedans suits ahead of us are backed way up due to the slowness of people passing through the tollbooths metro terminals. The escalator keeps pushing us down down down but there is nowhere to go. It is a phenomenon I didn't even think was possible and it is an experience that normally should have made me very uncomfortable (I don't like tight spaces). But when it comes down to it, I am thrilled to be in that crowd because I am one of them. I am a weary commuter in a suit pair of black cigarette pants and a polka-dot top heading home after a long day at the office. I am a young professional. I am a New Yorker! 

Making it through the terminal, I hop on the 6 and make my way home. Back above ground, I consider stopping into the grocery store (I LOVE grocery shopping. It makes me feel very domestic and also I love to eat.) for something for dinner, but later decide to pick one of the little holes-in-the wall restaurants instead. I settle on Chinese because Chinese take-out feels very New York and very necessary right now. (There really are a handful of good-looking restaurants on my way home that I can't wait to try!!!) Getting back, I let out a relaxed sigh, fling open the blinds, and set my eyes on the curves and edges of the city skyline outside my window as I unpack my sesame chicken. It is a good meal, a self-reflective communion. There was a bit of a journey (read: a brisk walk and avoiding running into other people) to get my dinner tonight, but it was the larger journey of getting to New York that I am thinking about and reflecting on all this time. Here I am, eating Chinese food in a tiny New York apartment, overlooking the sun setting on a crisp New York skyline. I've carried New York with me my whole life, in everything I do, in every piece I write, in every dream I dream, and so this moment makes me feel a lot like that famous e.e. cummings piece: 

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my hear)

(See what I mean? Poetry.)

Monday, June 8, 2015

I Am Confident in Sunshine

Image from Netflix

I was about to post a picture of Peggy Olson from Mad Men to represent how I was feeling today, but apprehension and drama are the furthest thoughts from my mind. Rather, I am bursting to the brim like Kimmy Schmidt, realizing that for all of life's curveballs and ridiculousness, there is always a chance to start over -- especially with the right attitude. Today is the first day of my internship at J. Walter Thompson, the most exciting and amazing and incredible advertising agency in the world. I wanted to note really quickly that this is the most confident I have ever felt in my life. I am not nervous or apprehensive. It feels like Christmas morning; today, being here in New York City, possibly starting a new chapter in my life, it just feels right. 

Stay tuned for how today goes...!!!!