While I am off introducing my parents to NYC,
I wanted to leave you inspired by some of my favorite ladies in all of blogland.
Please show them some love here in the comments and then make your way over to their own blogs.
You will be so glad you did!
Welcome Shannon from The Scribble Pad!
The Fab (and drab) of City Living
Hello! I am Shannon from The Scribble Pad. I am so excited to be here guest posting for Molly. You see, we are kindred spirits. Do you want to know why? Well, I guess I can tell you.
We love coffee and creamer. Like seriously. And they just aren't the same without each other. Molly had a rough go when she ran out. And I need toothpicks for my eyelids when I miss my morning cup.
There is an appreciation for shoes that runs deep in our soles...ha. Too cheesy? Well, it is true. Good shoes are one of the finer points in life. Which is why I know she can appreciate that one of the gifts I gave my husband last year was a shoe-fast. Yes, you heard that correctly. A shoe-fast. I am not purchasing a single new pair for all of 2011. Good thing Molly isn't joining me, or she would have passed up these beauties.
We live in very eggshell white corporate apartments. It is a difficult existence, especially for bloggers who are enveloped in a flood on inspiration and design. We go home to white walls. We will band together and survive. And continue to dream through pinterest.
Finally we married into difficult spelling.
You have likely read all about Molly's last name.
But here is how I spell mine, and folks still get it wrong:
SchreiBer - SCH - REI (Yes, the "E" is before the "I." I know. Not what we learned in grade school.) - B as in boy - E - R.
You see! Identical twin sisters tragically separated at birth.
Because all of the things I just mentioned clearly have to do with genetics.But alas, I better get on with the real reason you are reading this post. Why city life is most often fantastically fabulous and other times, so terribly drab it makes us run for the hills, or Darien. (just in case you missed it)
The fabulousness of city living:There is never a shortage of things to do. From museums (duh) to window shopping and people watching. Cities offer the hustle and bustle that keep tourists coming back which gives the locals and ever changing landscape to observe.
|4th of July at the White House. Lots of people watching.|
|this view is part of my commute. jealous?|
|Our son Behr is learning early!|
We live here!" emotions. Excitement over the fact that we live where hundreds of thousands of people pay to visit annually. And it gets to be our backyard.
|this view never gets old!|
The Drab:Commuting in the rain is really terrible. Especially since our commute involve walking. No jumping in the car under the shelter of a garage for the city dwellers.
The aforementioned love of shoes. Well, ours don't last. City streets give our feet, shoes, and even hemlines a beating. Every. Single. Day.
The hustle and bustle that we love so much, NEVER ends. And there is no reprieve. There are days when I long for silence. And inevitably hear sirens instead.
Speaking of hustle and bustle. Tourists. They infiltrate our neighborhoods en masse. And sometimes it seems they will never leave. They stop suddenly, stand on the wrong side of the escalator, and forget that some people might actually live here.
And yet, we love it still. I have a new appreciation for folks that stick it out in the city. People that live in the concrete jungle for the long haul. It is a thrilling and exhausting life style. But right now, I wouldn't trade it for the world.
City life is not how Molly or I entered this world.
But we are standing tall and loving it one day at a time.
Note from Molly: Shannon, you nailed this post, sister. Kindred spirits, indeed!