We'll call this one girl crush. An Audrey Tatou spread in Marie Claire Russia- need I say more? Like the rest of the world, I fell in love with Audrey in Amelie. I think she has the best mingling of girlish charm and womanly sophistication. Don't you?
We're having a few friends over on Friday evening for cocktails, hors d' oeuvres and desserts, so I'm on the hunt for simple, quick recipes. With the backyard all trimmed and light strands sprinkling the porch, this is well on its way to become a garden party. That being said, this cake would be perfect. Don't you think?
I like to consider myself a minimalist and to a fault, sometimes. I constantly check myself to not over-purge my life as I have a tendency to not keep sentimental items- cards, certificates, letters and the like, around for too long. I toss things away with ease reminding myself that I have the mental memories and images, and it suits me just fine. I attribute it to my various moves when I had to fit my life's treasures in a few bags or a car load.
But, a few of my memories are hidden in a silver canister buried in Virginia soil somewhere. On Valentine's Day last year and after an elaborate gift giving from boy, I handed him a single water bottle for his gift. I went on to explain that he said he wanted to get to the gym more, and I thought he could use a new water bottle. As you can imagine, he wasn't too impressed. But, I jest- underneath the bottle were some of my favorite memories of us that I had collected and kept along the way- photos, restaurant matches, show programs, napkin notes.
A few weeks later, we drove to the town we met in years ago and hiked to a secluded spot that we hope (fingers crossed) will prove to be recognizable years from now. We shall see . . .
(on our way to find the perfect spot)
(buried but not forgotten)
(carving our initials to serve as a marker)
P.S. A real collector and one of my favorite books and movie.
I am a firm believer in thank you notes and hostess gifts. It may be from my stint of living in southern Virginia, where hospitaility never goes unnoticed, but I'm sure my mom just raised me right. Boy and I were invited to a friends' home in Virginia Beach this past Memorial weekend, and since the trip was planned in a moment's notice, I'm scrambling around today to find the perfect thank you gift for our gracious hosts before the week's end. This is truly a classic case of what do you get for a couple that has everything. Well, here are a few of my ideas . . .
See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil monkeys soap set via The Spoon Sisters. A fun, quirky gift that's sure to make their future guests giggle.
On our road trip to the coast last weekend, boy and I listened to talk radio in between my various needs for stopping (ahem) and mandatory North Carolina BBQ. And by talk radio, I really just mean NPR's Radiolab. I usually moan and whine when he puts it on, wishing that we could use that time for sweet talking or blaring music, but about 10 minutes in, I end up shushing him if he tries to get a word in. We listened to the podcast Laughter, a series answering the questions of why we laugh and if animals laugh, and interviews with Tanzanians trapped in a contagious laugh for days and weeks. That's right- you heard me! In 1962, a laughter epidemic broke out in Tanzania, starting at a girls' boarding school in a rural village- so very interesting!
If I want to have a doubled over, can't breathe kind of laugh, then I call my bestie Leah. We live in different cities now, so we try to have the occasional wine dates over video chat. She's absurdly hilarious.
P.S. A documentary on laughing, featuring the Tanzania epidemic: Laughology
Baz Luhrmann and Leonardo DiCaprio meet again! The trailer for the Great Gatsby was just released, and I am beyond excited to see it. December seems so far away! This was one of the my top favorites for required reading in high school. I would take a Mr. Gatsby over a Mr. Bennet any day. And maybe it's just me, but Leo's prolific career seems to get better with every film. His roles deliver fascinating characters again and again. Don' you agree?
A few weeks ago, I read an article by Tyler Cowen (economist
and everyday foodie) in the Atlantic,
“Six Rules for Dining Out.” Prior to
reading the article and unbeknownst to me, boy and I aced two of the six rules
on a random Friday evening date.
Rules for Dining Out
1- In the fanciest restaurants,
order what sounds least appetizing.
Now unfortunately, the author is referring to
dinner plates over $50, and as a struggling 20 something year-old, I can’t say
I indulge in a lot of those meals! He instructs to look past the comfortable
roast chicken, and choose a dish sounding less appetizing, since ‘fancy’
restaurants offer well thought-out menus with good reason for their specialty
As a girl who continually orders Spaghetti at
any and every Italian restaurant, I can certainly use this advice!
the Beautiful, Laughing Women
Apparently, restaurants with great social scenes
will often focus on creating a chic, energizing environment, rather than
provide interesting recipes. So stay away from the yammering and high priced
restaurants, and gravitate to where the sulking, not so attractive people are
choosing to dine.
Just stumbled upon this lovely Moroccan country home via Freshome. It's the perfect fusion of eccentric and minimalist, vintage and kitschy, and antique and modern. This home seems so 'in fashion' with all the Aztec prints springing up this season. Although, it's slightly circa Flintstones, I adore the concrete enclosed appliances and those bookshelves. More here.
Last week, boy and I attended a fun whisky induced event, hosted by a charity I work with closely- more on that later. Unfortunately, not all our photos look this good as we really can't afford a photographer to follow us around, but wouldn't that be nice? Oh, the many sides of girl and boy.
The weather here in Washington D.C. has been rather, shall we say, temperamental, but I think summer is right on our heels. And I love summer just as much as anyone- grillin' out, lazy pool days, impromptu beach trips. And with that, here's a roundup of a few things I'll be acquiring as "summer essentials."
Summer is on our heels, and so is the wedding season. Every time I turn around, someone in my life is preparing to walk down the aisle. And what a better way to congratulate the happy couple than with a "Just Married" bottle o' vino! I'll definitely be toting this to all the summer weddings, via Swanson Vineyards.
Everybody is doing it- bright and bold pouts! Whether it's haute pink, cotton candy or rose, I have to get my hands on the perfect vibrant pink for the summer months. Don't you agree?