New York Print

I have loved this Sugar Paper print ever since I spotted in it one of Jillian Harris' rooms.

Remembering past falls

I took a nice, long, overdue walk through Central Park Sunday morning. The yellow leaves were falling from the trees and being swept away by the wind. It was cloudy and drizzling just a tad-enough to make you want to cuddle under the covers and eat some sort of carbohydrate made with pumpkin. I love this time of year.

Fall has become a rather sentimental period for me. The colors, the changes, that crispness in the air...I find myself continually taken back to this time two years ago. It reminds me of packing up my apartment and selling my reupholstered green wingback chair that I had once imagined my future children sitting in. It reminds me of hugging my ex-husband goodbye after signing the last of the divorce papers.  He wanted to remain friends, but I knew deep down it was the last time I would ever see him. It reminds me of sitting down to dinner with my parents and sister, who graciously let me move back into my childhood home for a year. It reminds me of spending Thanksgiving in Cancun with my mom, aunt and uncle. My aunt had insisted that I join her on her annual Mexico vacation after she found out about the divorce. We laughed so much during that trip. I still remember my mom and I giggling in the airport security line at the TSA agent who was more like a drill sergeant. It reminds me of flipping through vocab. flash cards in my cubicle at work as I studied for the GRE and imagined a future in New York. It reminds me of going to my friend's wedding in Utah. I hadn't told any of my friends about the divorce at that point as I didn't want to put a damper on the day. I remember driving my rental car to the wedding location and giving myself a pep talk. "If you can hold it together for the wedding," I told myself, "then you can cry as much as you need to tonight when you're back in the hotel room." It reminds me of the overwhelming amount of love and support that I was shown by so many people during that fall season. I tear up just thinking about it.

Oddly, I miss that fall so much. There is an amazing sense of clarity that comes in challenging times. I knew exactly what mattered and didn't care much to spend my energy on anything that didn't. I have tried so hard to hold on to that clarity, but I find it often gets muddled. To be honest, that really terrifies me. Here's to continually being grateful for our hard times, for grasping on to a clear perspective, recognizing what really matters and not spending energy on anything that doesn't.

Physique 57 Addict

Y'all know I love my Physique 57. I recently wrote up a little something for BuzzFeed: 14 Signs You're Addicted to Physique 57.

(Image from Well+Good)

Tonight You Belong To Me

Jared's friend made this sweet video with his daughter when she was scared of the fireworks outside. I've been watching it over and over in between prepping for interviews. What a sweet dad! And what an adorable little girl! And how do I teach my child to harmonize?!

Links For Your Weekend

This is me this morning, laying in the back of a BMW SUV with a sofa behind me, cushions and art work on top of me and my feet wedged between the door and the seat. All before 10 a.m. folks. Gotta love buying things off of Craigslist!

A few links to kick off your weekend. Take a read, then go soak up this crisp fall air!

Tips for running a marathon. (I'm almost done qualifying for the NYC 2014 marathon!)

This is happening.

Take 40 percent off at Loft today!

A Dairy Queen rockstar.

Is fall cleaning the new spring cleaning?

Best Subway Performance

Subway music can be...well...less than stellar. But these guys blew me and everyone else away when they busted out in Miley Cyrus' "Wrecking Ball." I wanted to miss my train and stick around to hear more! Keep an eye out for them on the platform at Bedford Avenue.

Smorgasburg

Jared and I made our way to Smorgasburg in Brooklyn over the weekend. It's essentially a giant food festival and I'll tell you what, New Yorkers know their food. After we stuffed ourselves with grilled cheese, barbecue sandwiches and ice cream, we sprawled out on the grass and stared at the Manhattan skyline. Go. Do. And grab a mint ice cream sandwich on your way out for good luck.





^^^ Jman took the responsibility of choosing food very seriously. We had to take one lap to soak in all of the choices. Then discuss. Then buy food and eat it quickly so we can make another round for more. His message to you: Skip the pigs in a blanket. ^^^