The Art of Distraction

I’ve been bad at blogging lately. I know it. I feel like it’s an indication that I’ve been spending a little more time living my life (or perhaps more accurately, distracting myself), and less time in a state of inward contemplation. I think people would argue for both sides, but I must say I prefer the prior (if I’m hush-ing the writer in me).

That being said, there hasn’t been a dearth of things to think about. A lot has been going on, lots of changes have been taking place, so I guess you could say that I’ve been attempting to keep myself as busy as possible. I started a Tumblr, booked my tickets home, read a few books, and filled my weekends with lots of activity. So much so that I haven’t even had time for a proper conversation with my mom, sister, cousin, friends. Clearly not a pro at balance – both of the life variety and meal variety. My eating habits have totally and disgustingly derailed. Someone help me! I actually ate McDonalds last night…(……. thought that statement required a bit more emphasis).

Also, Fall TV premiers haven’t been helping. And they probably won’t for the remainder of the year. Who says TV rots your brain? I feel simply inspired… and who doesn’t love being a couch potato for days at a time!

But just to reflect on the last month in St. Lucia, New York City, and the Hamptons.

It’s been a pretty decent month so far. And since my favorite holidays ever are coming up (YAY HALLOWEEN AND THANKSGIVING (this has historically been my favorite, but see what I mean about eating!!?)!), and I get to wear sweaters and boots most days of the week, I’m sure the little bit of 2012 that’s still left will be a doozy. Knock on wood.

Hope everyone is doing great,



The Dawn of a Quarter Century

I’m so ashamed to say this. But I haven’t been writing at all the last few weeks. My pervious post was my last attempt at putting pen to paper (I wish this would still hold. Damn computers). Since then I’ve been having flings with all sorts of different books. Starting and abandoning quickly when I feel unfulfilled. I’ve been desperately seeking out some sort of inspiration, and coming up empty handed.

There have been enough distractions to keep my mind off it, though. Visitors, parties, lovely weather. And this isn’t the end of them. My sister pops into the city tomorrow for my birthday weekend, and next week I’m off to St. Lucia.

No complaints! Of course, all of these things are exceedingly wonderful and far more upbeat than bashing my head on my keyboard before bed, trying to squeeze articulate, eloquent, succinct prose from my brain.

So for now, I’m just going to let myself focus on these things. The writing will come. Or so I tell myself.

And perhaps these reflections are just a result of my impending 25th birthday. It’s my first big birthday since 21, a moment which revolved quite heavily around booze and clubbing (though I can’t say the subsequent ones didn’t pan out a bit like that…). This one feels different. Not because I suddenly feel like a sophisticated woman. I most certainly don’t and I wouldn’t want anyone to assume that. I still feel young. But this year, I’m ready, and rearing to go. 25 just seems like a good age, you know? I’m excited to be one year wiser, with more experiences under my (now classic and timeless) belt (remember those hideous chain belts people wore? That should be reserved for belly dancers and such?). I’m ready to be a little more trusted. A little more responsible. A little better at the things I do. That’s good stuff. And a lot of it just comes with time. So in this case, time is on my side.

Until I start getting wrinkles. Then we’ll be sworn enemies and I’ll bitch about time forever.

But for now, I’m excited! My 26th year of life is going to be a good one. A big one, I suspect.



My First New York-iversary

Considering that this year has been so inspired, I feel ironically uninspired while setting out to write this.

Maybe it’s because New York has now become my life. The novelty of living here has worn off, and although there are still moments when I stop in my tracks, and look up at the skyline in awe, most days I’m still tired in the morning. I don’t always have a hop in a step. I don’t always feel like spending 30 minutes choosing an outfit to look like a fashionable New Yorker. I gawk every time I receive my rent bill. And I’m still disappointed that my life, somehow, hasn’t ended up like an episode of Friends.

Living in New York is nothing like I had imagined. Of course, I’ve always been the idealistic type, imagining the figurative next step as something grand, idyllic, romantic, literary. Built up and written down through expectations set through the media, New Yorkers, and society in general. The Greatest City in the World, they all say.

And sometimes it is. It is the greatest city. The greatest city with the greatest food, the smartest people, the prettiest places, the toughest days. A city in which challenges abound.

I don’t love New York for New York’s sake. I don’t love it because of the cool places, or the museums, or the cocktails, or the shopping, or the Jake Gyllenhaal sightings, or the macaroons, or the pizza, or the rooftop bars  (though these are all seriously wonderful).

I love it because of what it’s done for me. It has tested my limits, taught me the importance of good people, and helped me understand the value of a real career — one that brings passion & excitement back into every day. It has made my relationships stronger, my confidence steadier, and my skin thicker. It’s helped me realize that when you find someone you love, you stick with them, because they really are one in a million.

And although I miss being closer to my family, my cozy (and unrealistically large) Chicago apartment, and the lovely feeling of the Midwest, I am pretty damn proud of myself for making it here (especially without getting kicked to the curb at work or going broke).

Here are some of my favorite memories from the last year.

Attending the US Open with BF

Bike Rides and Picnics in Central Park

Mornings at BBH New York

Afternoon Viewings at BBH New York

Birthdays Experiencing Sleep No More

Christmas-time Walks (and SantaCon HA)

Pizza Party Birthdays

Eating Macaroons with K

Soaking up the view form my first NYC apartment

Highline Funs with the Sis

St Patty’s Day with the Cuz

New York Art Crawl

Tribeca Film Festival

Boat rides on the Hudson with favorites

Rekindling Best Friendships

It’s been a doozy of a year.




Friday Lovelies

Hi friends!

Happy Friday! I’m so thrilled the weekend is here. I’m looking forward to getting a workout or two in, trying out some moves from my new yoga book (will share details on this soon), spending time with the boy, and celebrating a few birthdays. What are you guys up to?



My pretty friends, Leticia & Amanda – BBH Summer Party @ The Maritime Hotel

Love this as an alternative engagement ring

Bright pink lippy

Paper(!) Flowers


Emily & Her Dad – First dance

Therapy of the Retail Sort

I was a bit of a shopaholic this weekend.

My sister was in town, and since she knows my taste better than I do, it was nice to have her yay or nay items with which I was temporarily in lust. And would have later hated.

Here’s the quick digest.

Indulgent New Bag – Pour La Victoire

Summer Shoes – NavidONadia

Floral Scarf – Miscellaneous NYC & Chocolate Croissant Compliments of K

Boyfriend Necklace – Kate Spade

Aztec Print Crossbody (on K) & Floral Scarf (worn twice because I love it) – Miscellaneous NYC

How’d we do?



Weddings for Food Fanatics

I worked my favorite wedding thus far, the other week. It was a Christine Paul Event, and it was my favorite for a few reasons. The locale was super chic. Minimal and stunning. They used the New York skyline as part of their decor, used an iPad as a virtual guest book, and had a chef cooking up a storm, in the middle of their dinner venue.

I’ve realized that if a couple loves food, it should always be at the center of their wedding. This couple crafted three special menus, with their chef – one for meats, one for organic veggies, and one for seafood. They served this food buffet style (CLASSY buffet) and had wine pairings for each dish. Their guests were eating until the last possible second. We actually had to personally usher a few guests out because they couldn’t leave their plates and were about to miss the first dance!

Here are some serious Foodie Wedding shots from across the web.

via Ruffled

via Green Wedding Shoes

via Green Wedding Shoes

via Green Wedding Shoes

via United With Love

via United With Love