Tuesday, January 31, 2012

up on the roof

Some of Justin's coworkers had a party last weekend on a rooftop with Manhattan as the backdrop.
I'd always wanted to go to a party on a roof and I loved it.
There was an older lady in attendance, probably somebody's sweet grandmother, I thought.
Not so much sweet, and more like drunk off her tail with the mouth of a sailor.
We watched as the city surrendered from day to night. It was absolutely beautiful.

Our only picture together courtesy of drunk grandma.

Friday, January 27, 2012

rainy friday at random

I've been using these two books as motivation.
Get some things knocked off my eternal to-do list and these are my reward.
I think it's going to happen this weekend, I really do.

I barely turned the first couple pages just to peek and I was hooked already.

I've been gathering supplies to do my version of project life.
I know a bunch of people started their projects January 1, but I didn't and that's okay.
The main thing is I am excited to get creative with documenting our days using paper and glue and, fingers crossed...
some glittah.

And then this happened. My dang pages are bigger than my binder.
But I measured! And triple checked! my inner perfectionist screams.
Let it go, says my new mantra to not sweat the small stuff.
See it as a challenge to get creative. Find a way to make it work. You got this. Don't ruin the fun.

This lovely white stack?
Christmas gifts. From 20'leven.
I have never in all my life been so late in gift-giving.
Sigh. Maybe my friends will be excited to get a mid-February gift.

Hands down one of the best cards I've ever received.
From a friend who reads my words all the way in Portland.
It makes me so happy, I think I'm gonna frame it.

And lastly, the sofa I fell in love with, but alas, did not buy.

I hope you have a great weekend, friends.
Even if it's rainy, make it a good one.

Thursday, January 26, 2012

a walk on a snowy January eve

It's raining now as I write these words... last weekend's snow long since washed away.
For a fleeting moment, New York City remembered that it was winter and brought us a nice blanket of the magical whiteness.

This was the view out our window.

It didn't take long for us to don our respective Bean Boots and strike out for a winter's eve walk.

These doors in our 'hood have begged me to take their picture for over a year now.
This night seemed like the right time. I love the reflection of the snow on the car.

We found ourselves at the East River.

These classic striped smokestacks are directly across the river from J's hospital.
I like them. They remind me of a painting by the talented Drew Jones.

We weren't the only ones out enjoying the cold night air and I liked that.

The lamp post cast such a dreamy glow, I couldn't help but think of Narnia.

Evidence of a sneaky snowangel.


And now, for a tale about a tree.

When we first moved to Manhattan,
some friends from church told us about the park shown above that's really close to our house.
I won't ever forget their words... one of New York's best kept secrets.
They were totally right.
We have spent many an hour there... introducing Southern family and friends to green pasture in The Big City,
taking leisurely strolls, sitting on our bench while J practiced GRE vocabulary.
Safe to say, we love this place.

You can imagine how jazzed I was when I learned our little park had it's very own Christmas tree complete with a Community Christmas Tree Lighting Celebration! And hot chocolate! And carollers!

You can also imagine how bummed I was when our schedule had us elsewhere on the night of The Glorious Event.
But I got over it with a note to self: maybe next year.

And then...

After I'd made my peace with missing her, there she stood.
Snow-covered and beautiful and still very much proud in mid-January.

I got to see her at long last with no other soul around but my man and me.

I dare say it was better than being there with swarms of neighbors... even if we did miss the hot chocolate.

I do believe that night in the park was one of my favorite New York moments yet.

Yes, it absolutely was.

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

finding the brazen me, again

Do you ever know what you should be doing and you just don't do it?
Surely I am not alone in this, what with all the quotes flying around pinterest like...

A year from now you'll wish you'd started today

Discipline is doing what you know needs to be done even when you don't want to

It's never a question of can you, but will you

I know what I need it to do and I just need to do it.
Dropping some more pounds, moving more, cooking healthier... yes.
But I need to apply discipline in other areas of my life, too.
Saying no, being patient, loving selflessly, turning off the computer, writing the words deep down, worrying less.

The brazen me is there daring me to do what I know I should.
What I know I can.

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

our new digs

1. We have a bed of our very own
2. Our first adult TV... that sounds bad... first flat screen
3. Exposed cords driving me bonks
4. And drumroll please... a coffee table designed by J

We keep it real. We keep it classy.

Saturday, January 21, 2012

a memory for safekeeping

I tiptoed to the window ever so softly, trying not to wake my sleeping man, bundled and snug under the down comforter.

I just had to know.

Twice I checked. Three times.


Back to bed.

I closed my eyes, but sleep would not come.

I stole away to my laptop, reading the words of both friends and strangers in blogland.

I spent the next hour vowing to paint a headboard bright yellow, crying silent tears over the late-term miscarriage of a woman I've never met and determining that if I read any more Keep Calm signs on pinterest I might just swear outloud.

My eyes were getting heavy, but I decided to check once more.

I tiptoed my quiet path back to the window.

And there it was.


Coming down in soft, wispy puffs. Covering the trees and the leaves and the windshields of cars. Shimmering like so much glitter on the cold ground.

I stood there by my window, paused. Just watching.

Only a couple other windows were alight casting the smallest glow on our sleepy street.

Snuggled back in our warm bed, I couldn't help myself.

Justin, the snow! It's here. And with that, he buried his warm, tousled head into my neck and whispered, I'm glad, my baby.

I'm pretty glad myself.

My winter has come.

early January morning outside my window

Friday, January 20, 2012

They came and took our furniture

Welp. It's done.

The day came and the corporate apartment people showed up and took all their furniture back.

Down to the trash cans and ironing board.

I said a final good riddance to the buttercream microsuede and hello to lots of floor space.

Justin says it looks like we've been robbed.

I say we've got the room... we should have a dance party.

I did find a sweet deal on a lamp and we just ordered a new sofa, so our home won't be empty for long.

In the mean time, we're having a dance party and you're all invited.

Thursday, January 19, 2012

a song for you today

Honey, I'll Try
/Emile Millar/

I won't say you look the same
You're beautiful more today
Twenty years I'd wait
For you to come and say
Honey, I'm much stronger today
Honey, I'll try

Emile Millar, you know what's what.

listen here / photo credit Daniel Discala

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

my friend and her new shop

You remember my friend Candis, right?

Beautiful, funny, kind Candis

Well Candis and her man DrewJones are real talented...
Here's the baby they made. Super cute, I know.

Well, Candis and Drew have done it again.
Except this time they made a shop. On etsy. And it rocks.
Here's one of the super sweet deals you can find in the shop.

My words. In print. A print you can buy.
My heart kinda did a somersault when she sent me a sneakpeek.
Not because I'm awesome, but because she's awesome.

Check out some other beautiful prints waiting to be your very own...
words from Elizabeth, Bridget and Candis herself

I think this may be one of my first purchases for real...

I'm so proud of this new venture for my friend and her man.

Go say hello to the coolest shop on the block... here.

Friday, January 13, 2012


As soon as I clean the house, I will turn around twice and it will be time to clean it again.
And we don't even have kids. It's just the two of us Rigos living here.

There will always be more laundry to wash, dry, fold, put away, repeat.

To-do lists? Seemingly endless.

Phone calls to return. Plans to make. Money to earn, spend, save.

You haven't seen any cupcakes or glittered nails or fancy fance dinners posted on my little blog this week.

Life has just been life. And I hate to use this word, but it's been b u s y.

But here's what I am learning... I don't want to miss beautiful little moments getting caught up in the fastness of it all.

The way Justin reaches for a hug before he goes to work.
The cheery sounds of my parents' voices on the phone even after their own long day.
The assurance of friendship in the quickest of catch-ups.
An unexpected card in the mail.

I don't want to get so caught up in being busy that I forget to just be.

To be a good wife and daughter and friend...
This is the moment I've been waiting for.

Here's to enjoying the little moments even when there are dirty floors to sweep and snot noses to wipe.
I hope you find some and hang onto them tight.

Happy weekending.

my friend Candis wrote something similar earlier this week that tugged on my heartstrings and made me realize I am not alone in this fight to just enjoy the now.

Thursday, January 12, 2012

hello, 2012 + a note to myself

Why, hello there, 2012.
You've not quite been around 2 full weeks, but you are certainly making your presence known.
I feel like I've barely slowed down to enjoy you since you've been here.
Granted, you've already delivered us a nice celebration:
the happy No. 5 with my man and for that, I am thankful.

Since I haven't had a chance to write this down anywhere else, I suppose here is as good a place as any.
Some of the things I'd like to accomplish within your lovely months...

buy a new sofa
preferably one that is not microsuede or buttercream or owned by corporate housing

because I want to, not because I feel like I should
because actually writing makes me feel like I am creating something that otherwise wouldn't exist
and it makes me feel accomplished giddy empowered in a way I've never experienced before

because I want to, not because I feel like I should

document life in hard copy
I'm thinking something like this

move more, eat less
yeah. just do the damn thing.

invest in friendships
old ones, new ones, near ones, far ones

hear more live music
 2011 provided some, but give me more please

make the perfect over-easy egg
it's J's favorite, after all

visit Boston
a belated anniversary trip

And finally a note to my own self...

dear molly,
Relax, sister. You will find the perfect couch and it won't be microsuede! Yay!
So what if life seems a little crazy right now? You've known crazy before and you can handle this.
You've got a real good man, the best man, by your side with a supportive family on top.
A year from now you won't remember the little things that stress you out, so why let them take up precious time now?
Do life well. Live it well. Enjoy it well. 
You are your own harshest critic and it's time to lighten up.
Now, go forth and embrace 2012. And may microsuede burn in hades.

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

things that make me human... or just weird

My hair has never been this long before... I think it deserves some recognition and laud.

I unpack my suitcase the second I walk in the door.

When I am checking out at the grocery store, I load my goods onto the belt a certain way. Cold things together. Canned goods together. Fresh produce together. You won't catch toothpaste floating around with the lettuce. That's just not right.

I sort the laundry before I fold it. J's t-shirts in a pile. My pajamas. Towels. Then I fold and it's already sorted and ready to put away. I  save the socks for last. My favorite things to fold are Justin's scrubs.

I wash dishes as I cook.

I stress out over little things and want to take steps to not.

My days and nights are totally messed up... like a newborn babe. Only I am not newly born.

Chipped finger nail polish is enough to make me sweat (see stressing over little things).

Speaking of, I am a sweater. Thus, I adore cold weather. I feel like my best self then.

And lastly, I have been caught trying to make up the bed while Justin is still asleep in said bed. He says I was trying to make it up, I say I was just straightening. Either way, busted.

It's not always red lips and warby parkers and bright and shiny over here in blogland, guys.
We are real people and we are weird.

Or maybe just human.

Monday, January 9, 2012

how we celebrated No. 5

We kicked the weekend off with a little takout.

Followed by getting dolled up for a date on the town.
I felt pretty and I'm usually a brutal critic on myself, so feeling pretty on our big date was a gift.

Our attempt at taking a picture of ourselves in the mirror was a circus.
I was snapping my fingers, No, look up here, not there!
Justin: Did you just snap your fingers at me like a Sears kids' photographer?

We gave up and got our doorman to take a picture.

Late night dessert... and proof we earned the following card from our friend Amber...

Funny Anniversary Ecard: Happy anniversary to a couple who almost never make me physically ill
Amber's message to us:
 Love you guys and thank you for not sitting on the same side of a booth at a restaurant
when it is only you two.

Brunch on Saturday... we believe in extending celebrations as long as possible.
Heavens yes... bleu cheese and gruyère omelet at Brasserie Julien.
After brunch, we promptly came home and got in an argument.
Just keeping it real, folks.

But we didn't stay mad long and we made up and watched some Friday Night Lights on netflix.

We think it's pretty cool that we've celebrated two consecutive anniversaries in New York.
I think it's pretty cool that I married by best friend, that we can fight and still love each other in the process.

I'm not perfect and he's not either, but I wouldn't want to do this life with anyone else.
And to know that we don't make our friends vomit? Icing on the cake.