Saturday Epiphanies

Cheersssss to the freakin’ weekend!

I woke up this morning after a solid night’s sleep (the first in far too long), and while I have to work tomorrow, I’m grateful for this Saturday. Plans include yoga, coffee with a friend, then dinner at another friend’s apartment. She’s making chicken pot pie and baklava, so I’m looking forward to some comfort food! I’m on veggie duty and planning on bringing balsamic roasted brussel sprouts and this salad. I made it on Christmas Eve and it was a HUGE hit. Here’s hoping for a repeat success.

It’s amazing what a full night’s sleep can do for your thought process! Rather than grumbling/talking to myself/speaking in tongues while bumping into things while attempting to make myself presentable for work, I came to a few realizations:

1. Dating is hard. It sucks, really. Especially when you have the urge to slap a guy upside the head and scream “WHO BEAT YOU WITH A STUPID STICK?!?!?” – yea, no fun. But you know what makes it better? Waking up to motivational quotes like this from your mom.

#PREACH

#PREACH

Yup. I feel much better.

2. Sometimes watching reruns of shows you’ve seen 23098440 times is far more entertaining than picking something new. Sex and the City and Girls reruns ruled my Friday night while I worked on a few pieces of jewelry (hoping to launch my site soon!). Party animal.

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This may be because I have commitment issues and the thought of investing 2 hours in a movie I might not like is scary…that’s the saddest sentence ever. But true! I suck with decisions. And sometimes it’s nice to not fix what’s not broken – right?!

3. Sushi is damn good comfort food.

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winner winner fishy dinner

4. I know I’ve said it before, but here’s the (mildly embarrassing) proof that I have an absolutely insane number of pictures of Bloody Mary’s saved on my phone. WHO AM I?

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The hunt for perfection is no easy task. It’s all for the greater good.

On the bright side, I do remember where each of these was taken! Clockwise from top left – Jimmy’s, Berry Park, East Coast Grill, Mrs. Kim’s….ehhh, just kidding, no idea where the last one is from.

5. Why did no one think of putting these two smokeshows together sooner? BRILLIANT.

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Can’t Remember to Forget You = ultimate girl crushes united.

What are your weekend plans? And your weekend comfort foods? 

xo

Linds

Currently

I feel like my brain’s been all over the map lately – there’s no way January is almost over!  In an attempt to reinstate some semblance of order, here are a few things that made my month.

A long overdue visit from my high school best friend

Kira’s train arrived pretty late on Thursday night, so we opted to sleep in on Friday and then do what we do best – brunch!!

I dragged her Juliette, my new favorite spot in Williamsburg, for an un-freaking-believable brunch. By far one of the best meals I’ve had lately.

I went with the Eggs “Forestiere” (sourdough garlic toast, wild mushrooms, creamed Tuscan kale, artichokes & fried farm eggs)

Kira went with the Warm French Green Lentil Salade (with brunoise root veggies, persillade & bruleed goat cheese) – it looked gorgeous, but not quite enough food for brunch!

The atmosphere at Juliette is French bistro mixed with a garden escape. Since it was a Friday, we managed to snag a table in the foliage-filled atrium. Such great ambiance for hours upon hours of girl talk.

Post-brunch Manis... yolo?

Post-brunch manicures… yolo?

4 mimosas (each – duh) later, we were giggly and eager for a girly treat. PSA – be careful what nail polish you choose out after generous amounts of champagne. Within minutes of spotting the nail art, we went for glitter and cherry-infused decals. But hey, they made us happy! And while they make look a little Katy Perry-ish, who doesn’t love Katy? And naturally, our matching tattoos and Catbird rings. Cuz we’re cheeseballs.

Beers and Jenga at Spritzenhaus #gamefaces #soserious

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my babe!

Catching up on movies, books & TV

I finally saw ‘American Hustle’! While some parts were definitely slowwwww, I enjoyed it. For me, Amy Adams and Jennifer Lawrence were the shining stars. JLaw is brilliant, period. Spirit animal forever.

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I also just finished Dave Eggers’ new novel The Circle, and LOVED it. I couldn’t put it down for the first 2/3, and while I didn’t love the ending, it was a quick, compelling read that really forces you to think about how much technology and social media have overtaken our lives.

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While I had major issues with Season 2 of ‘Girls’, Season 3 is bringing it. Hannah’s version of OCD really resonates with my own, and Lena’s ability to highlight a different aspect of the disease than what’s typically shown in the media is really comforting.

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What are your favorite reads/shows lately? Can you believe it’s February already?!

xo

Linds

8 Things Every Happy Woman Should Have

This list of 8 Things Every Happy Woman Should Have has been floating around for quite some time, but I only recently stumbled upon it on my daily fix of Cupcakes and Cashmere. After reading Emily’s list, I felt the urge to write down my own. It really does help hone in on the little things in life that shape who we are as women. So here goes…

Eight Things Every Happy Woman Should Have 

  1. A go-to drink… depends on the occasion and the company, but I do have my go-to’s. While it may seem cheesy, Cosmopolitans with my mom are a standby. I love most wine, though tend to go for whites over reds. I love rich seasonal beers and IPA. And no sushi dinner is complete without a lychee martini.

    Punk'n Beer. Delish, but mostly, I just bought this because my mom's nickname for me growing up was Pumpkin.

    Punk’n Beer. Delish, but mostly, I just bought this because my mom’s nickname for me growing up was Pumpkin.Shrimp Cocktail Bloody Mary at Williamsburg's Le Barricou. Get inside me. (Bloody Mary > Mimosa)Shrimp Cocktail Bloody Mary at Williamsburg’s Le Barricou. Get inside me. (Bloody Mary > Mimosa)Cucumber Rose (check out dem baby rosebuds!) Gin & Tonic at CataCucumber Rose (check out dem baby rosebuds!) Gin & Tonic at Cata

  2. A go-to Karaoke Song… ummm, no. Karoake really isn’t on my bucket list. I feel awkward enough most of the time without adding a microphone to the mix. But if I had to choose, I’d probably go for Queen. Of the ‘Fat Bottomed Girls’ variety. Duh.
  1. A uniform… I love mixing girly dresses with biker boots and layers of jewelry – dresses, boots and chunky sweaters are the basis of my wardrobe. I think I love jewelry more than clothes, so my accessory stash is a bit excessive. Layers of jewelry over a simple tee, jeans and an oversized cardigan is my ultimate lazy-but-cute standby. Mixing mostly neutrals with one pop of color never fails. I’m also a fan of socks over tights in the winter -I think it might be the 8-year survivor of a Catholic all-girls school aspect of my personality peeking out?

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  2. A hair stylist they love… still working on this one! Any NYC suggestions for long-haired blondies?
  3. An exercise routine… I used to be a die-hard gym fanatic, without realizing that I had fallen into a rut. Now I’m running more than ever, something I never thought I’d enjoy. Yet I’ve found it to be the one time of the day when I’m truly focused on the present. Yoga 2-3 times a week and running 3-4 a week is my new routine, and it feels good as hell to not be trapped in a sterile gym as often. Screen shot 2013-11-23 at 5.43.50 PM

    how convenient that my yoga studio & the wine shop are neighbors!

    how convenient that my yoga studio & the wine shop are neighbors!

  4. A hobby… making jewelry has always been a hobby that I’ve wanted to turn into something more, and I finally bit the bullet and signed up for a beadwork class at SVA for next semester. I’d love to turn a hobby into something viable and really hone my skills.
  5. A best friend… I’m lucky enough to have wonderful women in my life. My best friend from high school, from college, and from my “adult” life are three completely different individuals, but they each understand me to my core. I couldn’t live without them.
  6. A healthy sense of self… I’m getting there. I have good days and bad days, but I feel like I’m coming into my own. That’s what your twenties are for, right?

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x

Linds

Weekend Scenes: From BU to Brooklyn

A couple of weeks ago, my best friend from college (Boston University) flew out for a true NYC weekend. AnnaLee lives in North Dakota, so I was hell-bent on showing her an amazing time in the city that never sleeps. But it was also really important to me that she experience the places and people that make me happy. While I was nervous that she might not be up for a Brooklyn-centric weekend, I should have known better – she knows me better than most, after all. She was all for a local Williamsburg weekend balanced out with the perfect dose of not-too-touristy sightseeing.

I picked her up from Penn Station on Thursday night, and immediately got emotional. I hadn’t seen her in over two years, and she’s one of the few people that I know will always be there, no matter what happens or how much time has elapsed. It’s comforting to know that I don’t have to explain myself or my actions around her.

After dropping her bags off at my apartment, I took her to my favorite restaurant around the corner – Anella.

Naturally, we’re of the “order-everything-that-looks-good-and-split-it-all” variety, and there were some non-negotiable dishes on the menu I insisted she had to try.

homemade burrata, pumpkin gnocchi & bread baked in a flowerpot. To die. We naturally followed this with the roasted chicken entree

Homemade Burrata, Pumpkin gnocchi & bread baked in a flowerpot. To die. We naturally followed this with the roasted chicken entree. All washed down with copious amounts of Pinot Noir.

After hours of girl talk and pumpkin beers at Oak & Iron, we snuggled up for some sleep to prepare for Day 1 of our reunion. Which of course, began with brunch – sensing a foodie theme yet? Luckily, she’s as much of a culinary adventuress as I am.

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cheers, bebe

reunited and it feels so good

reunited and it feels so good

Lobster Toast & Champagne Cocktails. Cuz we be classy.

Lobster Toast & Champagne Cocktails. Cuz we be classy.

Filled with food, we made our way to the Brooklyn Botanic Garden. A spontaneous Obama spotting happened – no big deal.

Brooklyn Botanic

Brooklyn Botanic

Isn't she pretty?

Isn’t she pretty? ❤

hi, gorgeous

hi, gorgeous

rose gardens took my breath away

rose gardens that took my breath away

If you’ve never been to BBG, please do yourself a favor and go! It’s absolutely stunning. I cannot wait to return for the Cherry Blossom Festival.

A Sex and the City Moment was mandatory, and fulfilled with a walk across the Brooklyn Bridge – another first!

Charlotte to my Carrie

Charlotte to my Carrie

A SoHo shopping trip and a beautiful tapas dinner at Cata rounded out the incredible day.

Cata's Salted Caramel Ice Cream Sundae. Do it.

Cata’s Salted Caramel Ice Cream Sundae. Do it. Orgasmic.

The next day was another brunch feast, this time at Le Barricou. More shopping, talking, and just catching up. I missed her more than I realized.

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Eggs Benedict with Smoked Salmon

Mickey to my Minnie

Mickey to my Minnie

How did I get so lucky to have the most amazing girl friends? It was truly a weekend that fed my soul.

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x

Linds

Down By the River

It’s strange how once you stop searching for something, it will find you. I’ve always glared at the underbelly of bullshit surrounding that statement. Isn’t to stop searching to quit, to lazily give up? How can you ever expect to find what you’re looking for – that heart-pounding love, the job that’s the perfect fit, the formula for a perfect body – if you don’t incessantly search? Shouldn’t a person refuse to quit until they have what they want in their hands, a palpable victory?

I felt stir-crazy today. It’s been coming in more frequent waves these days; I feel the need to get up, to move, to seek out something. But I’m never quite sure what that ‘something’ is. The beacon of happiness/light at the end of the tunnel/yada yada/blah blah blah? As good as hibernating sounded today, I couldn’t do it.

Taking my bike for an aimless ride, I pedaled forward with no destination in mind. The original plan was to burn off some of the late-night Vietnamese noodle feast drunkenly consumed at 2 a.m. with a group of new friends that have saved me from climbing too far inside of my head and not leaving. They were delicious (the noodles, that is) but physical activity needed to happen, pronto.

An hour of weaving in and out of streets, peering at the patio parties and late-night park dwellers in Williamsburg led me down to the East River. The water has always had a calming effect on me. No matter what, it’s something bigger than you. It’s outside of yourself, that you don’t need to bear the weight of but simply feel the weight of.

I wasn’t looking, but I found what I needed. The water did the trick.

xox Linds

Pack Rat

Since becoming a Brooklynite, I’ve noticed a series of lifestyle changes that seem to have effortlessly crept their way into my normal routine.

I’m unapologetically addicted to HBO’s Girls, and wasn’t a tad offended when my boss told me I looked like I rolled of the ‘Girls’ set one day this week. If it’s a reference to Jessa, then all the better – I want to crawl into her kimono and printed pants-filled closet and never leave. The girl’s got Greenpoint Glam down to a science.

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Breezy floral robe? Check. Blogger bun with the perfect amount of wispy tendrils? Check. Doorknocker earrings, wine-stained lipstick and an earthy cocktail ring? Yes, please.

(Side Note: Did I mention how disappointed I am that the Dunham Dream Team is filming mere blocks from my apartment tomorrow, mid-afternoon while I’m stuck in the office? Not pleased. On the bright side, I have plenty more episodes to track the ‘Girls’ crew down and beg them for their friendship.)

Furthermore, moving out of Manhattan led to a serious case of green-with-bike envy that ended in the purchase of my dear friend’s gorgeous green Townie Cruiser; it’s my new baby that I’m mildly obsessed with. And while it’s ever-so-chic to ride sans a bulky purse or tote, girl needs some storage on her bikescapades. Enter: my hunt for the perfect backpack. Requirements: must possess the element of city chic but with a summertime flare, big enough to hold the notebook and novel I refuse to part with during my commute, and stylish enough to take me from the pavement to parties with minimal effort or incite nightmare known as purse musical chairs (where, undoubtedly, you will hit the town sans one major life necessity: license, cash, phone, they certainly won’t all wind up in the same bag during the carry-all to clutch shuffle.)

I’ve rounded up my current sartorial cravings in a backpack brigade. Clearly, you can never have too many options…

From packs laced with neon pops: 

Asos / UO / Topshop

To Ikat, Stripes, and Weaves: 

Topshop / Stela 9 / Tory Burch

To borderline frivolity mixed with natural functionality: 

UO / Madewell / UO

What’s your pick of the packs?

xoxo

Linds

A Brooklyn Oasis

This past weekend was filled with many firsts:

  • My first  electronic jam band concert (who knew I’d be fan?)
  • a late night stop at a Polish diner to pour my heart out with new friends over Pierogies, potato pancakes, and matzo ball soup. With a side of maple syrup for…you know…balance. Followed by a covert number-exchange operation with a Paul McCartney doppelganger.
  • Life-changing conversation over goat cheese-stuffed omelettes during a brunch that fed my soul
  • Bike riding through Central Park (in a dress, no less! I felt up to the challenge,) leaving me to wonder why it’s taken me so long to own a bike. I have a feeling that regularly feeling the high of cruising down pavement will change me for the better
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biking in Central Park

  • a short but sweet run through my new Greenpoint haunts (do I live in the neighborhood of ‘Girls’ fame? Yes. Am I proud? Overly so. It’s as charmingly awkward and wonderful as it seems on the silver screen.)
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Promiscuous Statues spotted on a run through my BK neighborhood

  • Meeting up with a one of those friends from way-back-when that you know will always stay in your life, even more so as you grow up and realize that you have so much more in common than you realized when you were an insecure middle school battling the hormones on your own (Kaitlin, you’re one of a kind and I love you more than words!)
  • exploring flea markets, my constant love and perpetual distraction from the outside world. Who cares what else is going on when there’s the purchase of a pristine 1960s  peasant skirt with rickrack trim fit for hippie goddess at stake? Brooklyn Flea, you did not disappoint!
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Flawless weather at Sunday’s Brooklyn Flea

  • relishing in random city street sightings:
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Spotted on West 19th: every prom queen’s worst nightmare.

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Art imitating life imitating…

April Showers bringing out the flowers in CP

Rooftop views.

Did I mention I love Brooklyn?

xoxo

Linds