every so often i lose my 'joie de vivre' for new york. like now. when this happens i want to run not walk, so far, from this place i call home. most of the time the quick fix is to book a trip and get out of dodge for a spell. these days it's the long term solution that i ponder most. a decision i'll need to make at some point. but for now i'll suck it up and suffer through another summer in the greatest city in the world {besides paris, that is}.

happy birthday weegee //

i've been on a netflix kick lately, mostly Robert Altman and Francois Truffaut and my latest fav film pick.

i do do new england weddings. i will be retreating to a magical place, just a stone's throw from cape cod this weekend. not sure why i didn't turn this into a mini vacation in the planning stages. see you on the other side.

// xx

...quite simply, I was in love with New York. I do not mean “love” in any colloquial way, I mean that I was in love with the city, the way you love the first person who ever touches you and you never love anyone quite that way again. I remember walking across Sixty-second Street one twilight that first spring, or the second spring, they were all alike for a while. I was late to meet someone but I stopped at Lexington Avenue and bought a peach and stood on the corner eating it and knew that I had come out out of the West and reached the mirage. ~joan didion



i received a lovely gift this week. 


a graceful meditation on botany, nature life and age... {NYT book review}

The career of flowers differs from ours only in inaudibleness. I feel more reverence as I grow for these mute creatures whose suspense or transport may surpass my own. ~Emily Dickinson ca. April 1873

// xx



morning friends. i had yet another rock star* dream last night. this will make three within the last month. a bit perplexed by the nature of them, however, i'm not complaining. dreaming means i'm sleeping. these days anyway.

sourcing vessels for an upcoming event on the other coast. this boutique is da bomb.

i am weening myself off coffee {yet again}, down to one cup in the morning. and dairy. and carbs. we'll see how this goes.

listening to my soul man clarence.

on the hit list. {sans the bowl cut}

the butterfly effect.

does anybody remember laughter ?

*rock star. {will remain anonymous ;}

We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is, knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out. 
~Ray Bradbury  {1920 - 2012}

// xx



Hannah Duckworth Westminster 2012 Graduate collection.

in an attempt to lighten things up, i'm on a mission to find some summery frocks. inspired by said sherbet color palette above. even my flower order this week takes a page from this ensemble.

listening to this oldie and thinking of yet another summer, waxing nostalgic for all the summers of years gone by. oh how i used to love to sing this song, top down, shoulders tan, warm wind in my face. not a care in the world. so much promise.

next up, big connecticut weekend wedding in the works. there will be peonies but more importantly there will be friends.

and in other big news. i posted a pin to pinterest today.  {hint: bubble gum}

// xx