hmm.... what is new to update you on...
nia is becoming quite the little lady. she insists on wearing accessories to breakfast each morning. yesterday was her polka dot hairband + jean jacket and tuesday morning she pulled out her pink jellies.
in other news, my moms neighbor, mr.mulford came over to help stuart figure out a plumbing dilemma in the main bathroom. 10 minutes later, problem solved and they were walking towards the front door when i heard mr.m say "nipple". not just once, not twice, but six times. "brass nipple, blah blah blah, nipple, blah, blah, nipple, blah blah nipple, nipple, nipple" i had to trap myself in the kitchen for fear i would burst out laughing like a giant 12 year old. when i confronted stuart, as i was curious how he managed to keep a straight face, he called me "totally immature". really?
house shopping update: i currently have a shopping cart chock full of fun furniture, bedding and/or accessories on the following websites: CB2, west elm, restoration hardware, roost, medina, nova68, williams sonoma, wind + willow and (obvi) etsy.
bank account update: we do not have enough money for everything in said shopping carts. c'est la vie
i'm clearly having withdrawal symptoms. monday nia + i met up with a girlfriend and her two kids to walk over the hudson on the newly restored railroad bridge which is now pedestrian-ized. it's beautiful up there. you can see far up + down the hudson, watch boats pass, the kids love watching the trains. there are a bunch of benches in the middle and strategically placed ice cream trucks at either end. however, i referred to it as the high line 5 times or more and i caught myself on the hunt for one of the sweet chaise lounge benches in front of the waterfall floor that sadly don't exist on the hudson walkway.
i was also on the verge on tears knowing the brooklyn flea is back outdoors as of a weekend or two ago and i haven't been there yet. i'm totally craving mcclure's pickles.
to offset my 5 borough withdrawal symptoms however, you may be envious to know that i went estate sale + garage sale shopping this past weekend. it was wonderful. there are not many things that can make me as happy as an arm full of old books and records or a killer sweater or skirt and oddles of costume jewelry from a good, ol' fashioned garage sale. 'tis the season.
and how do you find a hair dresser here? there are no reviews to check. no livingsocial deals. and i'm surrounded by the typical upstate soccer mom types who all have the choppy 90's style/not-quite-a-bob/not-quite-a-pixie cut with bad roots, so can't really ask who they recommend because i am certainly not sporting that look over my current odd gray hair peeking out and getting split ends. do i really pay $30 in gas and another $40+ for parking to drive almost 2 hours to go to my fabulous but overpriced LES stylist?
with love, upstate sunshine and rocking my newly acquired $1 jacket,
L
p.s. because i can't resist...
