Monday, April 30, 2012

scenes from our April


















Cool Easter breezes.
Hiding eggs in our neighborhood park.
Spontaneous chess game with said eggs.
Colorful stripes.
Farmacy Soda Fountain, Brooklyn.
Gungor and The Brilliance.
Dates with friends.
Flowers on every corner.
Spring came to New York City.
And it was good.
Big shoes, May. Big shoes.

Thursday, April 26, 2012

for Nana

"Well, it froze cotton to the ground, the day you were born...
that's what my daddy told me every year on my birthday. "

I suppose a late April freezing would be just cause for my great-grandfather to remember that day since he was a farmer, but I imagine the birth of his first child was the sweeter memory,
etched more tender in his heart than the useless rendering of his cotton.  

We've swung many a mile on the white swing that still stands, weather-worn, in her backyard.
When I was little, my sun-tanned legs just barely dangling over the edge, we'd sit on that swing, she and I, gently rocking back and forth. Her strong alto voice would sing over me.
I close my eyes and hear it even now...

Swing low, sweet chariot, coming for to carry me home.
Swing low, sweet chariot, coming for to carry me home.
I looked over Jordan and what did I see
Coming for to carry me home?
A band of angels coming after me,
Coming for to carry me home.

I was in middle school, I think, when I learned this sweet song was actually an African-American spiritual. To me, it had always been our song, but somehow that gave it richer meaning. I can still see the sky, one cloud rolling back after another, revealing bright blue horizon. And I promise you, one day I saw them. A band of angels. Singing along with her.

She loves Braves baseball and can quote you the stats better than some men.
She watches Dancing with the Stars and keeps score in a little notebook that sits next to her chair.
Her chocolate pies are famous. She knows the recipe by heart, a dash of this and a pinch of that.
She's a breast cancer survivor and one of the strongest women I know.
She has an affinity for pretty shoes and jewelry.
You need only five minutes with her, and she'll have you in absolute stitches.
She loves selflessly and without condition.

Today she is 85 years young.
She had egg drop soup for her birthday lunch and some of the strawberry trifle my mom made her.
I'll get to celebrate with her in person in just a few short weeks.
Tonight, I will go off to sleep with her sweet voice singing over me.

Happy Birthday, Nana!
I love you so.

Friday, April 20, 2012

happy friday from me and my long hair

My hair is officially the longest it's ever been ever ever.
My pal Amber straightened this mess of curls the other night and
I don't know who was more shocked...
Amber, me or my hair.

I'm peacing out for an impromptu getaway with my man this weekend.
When you have five days off on a straight that's called VACAY!
It's also called unheard of, but we'll take it.

Wherever your weekend takes you, I hope it's happy.
Peace.

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

the flowers are dead, but we are alive

Since we last talked...

My birthday flowers bit the dust.
I bought some new tank tops at H&M destined to be my go-to's this summer.
We've had dinners with friends. And brunches, too.
We've celebrated Easter with our New York family and hid eggs in the park.
We've turned on the air conditioner and begged the upcoming summer season to be nice.
Justin has worked hard and long hours and still managed to prove himself an excellent chef.
I've talked business with friends and explored what that looks like.
I keep pulling my camera out to document these moments.
And then at the end of the day, I find myself crawling into bed instead of coming to this space.
I have missed it. Coming here. Remembering moments, big and small, with words and pictures.
On the flip side, it's felt so freeing to live life quietly and not so outloud.

In other news...
We can fit six people on our couch.
I call that impressive.

Friday, April 6, 2012

Hattie I + her parents, too



















Our friends Rob and Hillary got married and had a baby girl named Hattie Ilene.
I can officially say that our apartment is big enough for 4 adults and a 10-month-old.
We so enjoyed having them here in the city with us.
I loved having a baby crawling around on our (swept) floor and taking a bath in our kitchen sink.
We filled our days talking and laughing and eating J's good cooking.
Hattie also managed to get a tour of a local clinic here in NYC.
A 104.7 temperature will do that.
One day, I came home to fresh flowers + a ballooned + bannered apartment compliments of Justin and Hillary.
However, one of my favorite memories was listening to Hillary sing to Hattie before she went to sleep.
I can still hear her voice singing a song she penned for her girl to the tune of Edelweiss.
Hattie I, Hattie I...
I am telling you, it was simply beautiful and still gives me chills days later.
Justin and I know we want to have kids one day, but until then, and even then,
we will continue to love the ones around us. And their parents, too.


Thursday, April 5, 2012

Architectural Digest in pictures


First off, a big thank you for all of your heartfelt birthday wishes. Not a one went unnoticed and each made me feel very remembered and celebrated. So... thank you.

In other news, here are the pictures from the Architectural Digest Home Design Show I promised you. The show was bustlin' with many a talented artisan. I felt so honored just to be there. I'll let the pictures do the talking with a little word at the end from Dorothy.









Jonathan Adler


Architectural Digest


Rockwell Group

Domoore Designs

Mark Cunningham, Inc

Ralph Lauren



 
It is just as disastrous to have the wrong accessories in your room
as it is to wear sport shoes with an evening dress.
Dorothy Draper

Quite right.