{ta-da! list} that time we walked the brooklyn bridge;

that time we walked across the brooklyn bridge was the day we wore our feet down to little feet sausages with poor shoe-choices.{brogues and bright green pointy flats with rainbow sequins can do that to you.} that time we walked across the brooklyn bridge was also the night we realized cash-only ice cream places are for-real.{and […]

i want to go to there, a reading list;

{old orchard beach, maine} basically, ya’ll, my wanderlust is going crazy enough to make me want to say “ya’ll”. luckily, a one bedroom in manhattan is my destiny this summer, so thankfully i have some place to walk my new mom-ish shoes around {baby girl loves sensible shoes, even if they age me ten years}. […]

these days;

signed a sublease for a charmingly large {that’s what she said, heeey ohhhhh. sorry, mom} one bedroom in upper {upper…upper} manhattan for the summer. two favorite berries:  pinkberry on newbury. putting “or whatever” after heartfelt sayings has been my main jam, i.e. “i love you or whatever”, “you’re cute or whatever”, “no, i’ll miss you […]

a montreal itinerary;

{this past valentines day weekend i got myself on a greyhound and traveled all the way to montreal. for other itineraries, click here.} get to south station at 7am after a valentine’s date of romantic egg sandwiches eaten under the glow of subway lights and alfred hitchcock, which is to say i was under a […]

year twenty-two;

perform stand-up. move somewhere new. post-grad corgi???? pierce the schnozz/nose. make it sparkly. watch the entirety of doctor who. sing in public. say nope. graduate (!!!) bike around a new city. learn to read crochet patterns (achievable goals, ya’ll.) read at least three children’s books auf deutsch. go to a mormon church service. go rock-climbing. […]

a february playlist {a-side};

{click image for playlist!} this may or may not be a shock, but i’m really not a romantic. don’t get me wrong; i love love. i just don’t like the notion that love has to be this compartment that we have to fill with this sounds-like-love, looks-like-love, smells-like-love, feels-like-love-so-it-must-be-love-kind-of-thing. that it must be from someone […]

{berets and bongos} 97;

“you do not always know what I am feeling. last night in the warm spring air while I was blazing my tirade against someone who doesn’t interest me, it was love for you that set me afire, and isn’t it odd? for in rooms full of strangers my most tender feelings writhe and bear the […]