We fled the running 22-month old upstairs this weekend and headed down the shore. We slept ’til 9 a.m. both days! S. was able to study in peace yesterday, and I took a long nap. We walked to the beach and nearly had it all to ourselves, all the sweeter since I know it will be packed in just a few months. It was a lovely weekend. I hope yours was too.
Category Archives: Travel
1. I love these hats. I want one. Guess which.
2. I bought these John Robshaw pillows (yes, I have a problem) at this awesome sale when I was visiting my friends in the D.C. area a few weekends ago. And while they cost me 100 bones (the pillows not the friends), that’s a third of the original price! And that’s what I call a deal, pickle.
Look. I know it’s a lot of money for two pillows (no kids, remember?), but that bolster is really big and super comfy! I used it as a body pillow on the train back to Philly.
I know you’re judging me, so let’s just move on, shall we?
3. I’ve been meaning to tell you about the second new-to-me website I’ve been loving lately (here is the first). It’s called Byliner, and there’s no cool videos or art to
steal borrow for a stand-alone blog post.
Byliner’s great because you can follow writers (mostly long-form journos) that you like and it will recommend stories they’ve written. It also recommends other writers, and so it’s a great way to discover someone new.
And the BEST thing about Byliner is Byliner Originals. It’s exactly what it sounds like—stories written exclusively for Byliner that you can buy on the site. Prices average $2 to $3 each and are downloadable to your iPad (or your reader of choice). Kind of brilliant! Goodbye New Yorker, hello Byliner? I guess we’ll have to wait and see.
This is the one I want.
4. Bangs. I love them. Yours, mine, no matter. Well…mostly yours. Mine need to be cut.
5. When RTR goes public, I’m going to buy a million shares.
6. John James Audubon was 35 years old when he decided to paint the birds of North America.
7. I hate our loud neighbors. But I love Gossip Girl. And the universe now feels balanced.
I’m off to drown my sorrows (re: loud neighbors) in some five-year-aged Gouda.
We hopped on a train and headed to New York last weekend for a Christmas getaway in the city. We covered most of our bases: smell the chestnuts roasting on nearly every corner, check; battle the masses to see Macy’s animated windows, check; taxi to Rockefeller Center and squeeze in a few photos before they kick everyone out for the night, double check.
On the food front, we had an amazing lunch at this hole-in-the-wall cafe on Madison Avenue that’s so small it doesn’t even have a bathroom (One diner I know went to the closest one—on the second floor of Barney’s across the street). They have a KILLER turkey sandwich and cheese fries, though. We had dinner at Frank (kind of a tradition for S. and I) in the East Village, home of the best burrata mozzarella in the world! We also enjoyed an amazing meal at Public, where the complementary dishes just kept coming thanks to a friend who knows the manager.
We kicked around SoHo, where we stumbled upon a Warby Parker pop-up store and determined !again! that I look terrible in glasses (see above). We took a grand tour of Eataly, where you can buy both white and black truffles by the gram (and anything else your gastronomical heart desires); visited the home of Chuck and Serena on Gossip Girl (omg!); professed some major Flatiron love, and strolled through the Union Square Holiday Market (thanks for the rec, Tracy). *And* we popped into Kwiat and I had my rings cleaned (bonus!).
It was a fabulous weekend in the city! We might make it an annual trip. What did we miss? I’ll put it on the to-do list for next year.
I promised you Martha’s Vineyard today, but I’ve been sitting in front of my computer for no less than five hours straight looking for a J-O-B, and I can’t bring myself to sit here much longer. I’m hoping this photo of me on the ferry to MV will hold you over until tomorrow.
Until then, though, I have a few little things to share. Neither Snow, one of my favorite modern calligraphers (who happens to usually live in Philly but has moved to the West Coast for a year), wrote a great post about how she got started. It includes a lot of helpful resources for amateur calligraphers (like me) along with a lot of other fabulous tidbits, like this TED video of Steve Jobs talking about how a calligraphy class at Reed College inspired the design of Macintosh computers.
Also, it’s really weird that I mentioned yesterday how frustrated I get with Photoshop, because I literally happened upon a few mini-tutorials. You can find those here and here. I can’t wait to try them out. Back tomorrow. Ciao, bellas!
I have a secret. I hate editing photos in Photoshop. I can’t help it. It’s just soooooo tedious, and to be honest, I’m not as good at it as I’d like to be, which is frustrating. That dirty secret is why I haven’t told you anything about our trip to Cape Cod (now a distant memory), except this bit about S.’s camp. I think I’ve gotten my act together now, though, and will now regale you with stories (mostly pictoral in nature) of our travels.
(via Everything Cape Cod)
First, here’s a map. I find these helpful when in unfamiliar territory. Maybe you do too. We stayed a few days on the mainland in Brewster before heading to Martha’s Vineyard.
I was surprised at just how cute everything was—the cedar shingle siding on every house, lush wildflower landscaping, and old timey general stores.
The Woodshed is a bar we never made to for the “exotic cocktails” that it promised, but isn’t it darling?
We ate at the Box Lunch three times and it never disappointed. The Lobster My Way sandwich (shown below) kept me from deviating from my “lobster at every meal” policy.
We took at short tour of Hyannis, where I photographed the library, because even it was cute.
This is the port in Hyannis, where S. and I ate our Box Lunch sandwiches. It may or may not be the famed Hyannis Port. We’re not sure. Common sense would say yes, but you never know.
And, finally, who can’t appreciate an establishment that wants to advertise both fried seafood and ice cream on its sign? There’s a million places like this in Cape Cod. People just pull up, get their lobster dinner, and eat it on a picnic table. When they’re finished they go back and order an ice cream cone. I love that! No fuss. Just delicious.
We’ll do Martha’s Vineyard tomorrow. I’m just squeezing this post in on time. There’s nothing like waiting ’til the last minute. Good night!
One of the highlights of our trip to Cape Cod was a visit to S.’s summer camp, Wingate Kirkland, which, in a sense, is where he grew up. He spent 10 summers there, starting at age 8. I’m learning that camp is kind of a thing in the Northeast. Everybody went to camp.
I went to cheerleading camp (which doesn’t really count) and smart-kid camp (the Kentucky Governor’s Scholars Program), which does count but it was only one summer. GSP was five weeks, and I never wanted to leave. It’s not surprising, then, that after visiting Camp Wingate Kirkland, I want to go there! Like next summer. And every summer thereafter.
It’s the quintessential camp complete with a lake, a beach, a frog pond, a frog bog, a campfire, soccer fields, a basketball court where S. dominated (by his own account), a first aid cabin called “Redwood” (guess why), where S. once woke up from a concussion after
flying too close to the sun falling on the basketball court, and a barn-type gathering place known as the “Leoj,” which is the founder’s name spelled backwards, duh! There’s also a pet pig (mini), a new addition since S.’s time, and the cutest darn cabins you ever saw (one of which still has S.’s name and those of his bunk mates scrawled on the wall)! It was like I’d died and gone to camp heaven, that is how perfectly campy Wingate Kirkland is. We had a great time!
We’re back from an amazing vacation in Cape Cod! We spent a few days in Brewster and a few more on Martha’s Vineyard with the Obamas (well, not with the Obamas, but they were there too) and spotted the president at least once. More on all this soon. After a seven-hour drive home today, we’re ready to fall in bed. Check back tomorrow for more…xoxo.
We walked from Margate to the Atlantic City Airshow yesterday. We saw some impressive aeronautical gymnastics (starring the U.S. Air Force Thunderbirds) and a whole lot of humanity. Here’s a look at some of the highlights:
And now for the humanity: