trust the vibes you get, energy doesn’t lie.
--(via shanharlin) (via vividmotive)
New favorite homemade salad:
Shredded rotisserie chicken
Dressing of EVOO+pepper
Every morning on my walk to work…
I pass 7-year-old girls who are wearing cooler outfits than I am.
Chris:Are there clean clothes on the bed?
Chris:Why don't we just put them back in the dryer?
I think this whole celebrity couples who are dating or on and off again dating just having babies together is ABSURD. What are you doing? It’s bothersome.
I’m sure I have posted this same picture on my blog, through every season, for as long as I’ve resided in Hoboken.
There is no debate…
Come the fall season, the skies are at their all-time prettiest. And I’ll never stop getting totally giddy over a cotton candy sky. The natural beauty of mother earth during sunset, no matter how many times I’ve seen it, still amazes me each and every time. In a world full of fancy filters, the real deal still cannot be beat.
And the views from the place we’re lucky enough to call home will never be something I take for granted.
No offense, but…
Penn Station and the LIRR are insufferable.
Things Worth Noting
1. I survived my first week of the new job. So far, so good! Enjoying the welcomed change in a variety of ways. From the office culture to the actual part of NYC I’m now in, it’s a big adjustment, but a good one. The toughest part is the social aspect, and accepting it takes time to form relationships and genuine friendships with the other people there. No matter how old, a new job will always elicit that feeling of being the new kid on the block.
2. I found my wedding dress last weekend! It was a really great day, and dress shopping as a whole over the past couple of weeks was such a fun and exciting experience. Working with an energetic, super-sweet, warm and hands-on helpful consultant at a shop makes a world of difference. We all hugged her goodbye as we left, we loved her so.
3. I love sleep. The older I get the more I adore it. I got over ten hours last night, much needed after a long week, and feel so refreshed. Just might do it all over again tonight.
Why did I obsess over people like this? Was it normal to fixate on strangers in this particular vivid, fevered way? I didn’t think so. It was impossible to imagine some random passer-by on the street forming quite such an interest in me… I was fascinated by strangers, wanted to know what food they ate and what dishes they ate it from, what movies they watched and what music they listened to, wanted to look under their beds and in their secret drawers and night tables and inside the pockets of their coats.
--Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch (via passionnedenoir)