My favorite way to start the morning?
Sitting on my bed, sipping hot coffee, windows open, welcoming the new day.
Easing into it.
The absence of creamer and presence of expired milk brought the coffee portion of my morning to an abrupt halt.
Needless to say, lemonade doesn't have quite the same affect as morning brew.
We had the official farewell fête for Sarah Beth.
We celebrated Southern style, complete with fried okra and cornbread and deviled eggs.
Thursday she will say goodbye NYC, hello London.
Sipping sweet tea, I looked around the room at the myriad of friends gathered to wish her well on this new journey.
Old friends from the South, new friends from the North.
All gathered in one place at one time for one special friend.
It was one of those perfect evenings I won't soon forget.
I had my first haircut this side of the Mason-Dixon at Beehive in Brooklyn.
The beehive hair dryers cracked me up. What if I told you I'm rocking the 'hive?
After our respective cuts, Amber and I ventured down the street for a delicious meal at egg.
And we colored on the table, too.
Strolling the streets of Williamsburg made me long for my big camera and for J.
Another lovely mix of old and new.
I think we shall go back.
Mast Brothers Chocolate.
The smell alone is intoxicating.
And the packaging? Simple and clever and perfect.
The view of uptown NYC from Williamsburg. Far from disappointing.
I'm off to buy creamer and other important necessities.
Because let's face it, easing into the day with lemonade isn't quite the same.