The Blizzard!

Did you hear? We had a blizzard this weekend. After spastically running around town Saturday morning "before the storm hit", the snow finally made its entrance as I was sprinting through Times Square. Oh great.

Anyways. Finished my errands, made my way home, and lounged the rest of the day away with roommate LindsayAnn. It was so nice.

Here is the view from my 9th floor apartment.

We needed a late night dessert fix, so I braved the conditions to get the supplies. It was wonderfully quiet and still.


You know whats really funny? Snow etiquette. On Sunday, most sidewalks were laced with a single pathway, only slightly wider than the width of a shovel. Those sweet doorman and New Yorkers that get after it with the snow plow.... One would think the trickiest part of walking on the slippery sidewalk is trying not to fall. But no. The trickiest part is stepping out of the shoveled path and into the snowy terrain so you can allow the pregnant woman or old man to pass. Not that you mind doing this, but there's no guaranteeing balance when you venture off the path and into the dirty snow drift. It can be quite dangerous!
But I made it! Both ankles still in tact.

My little Jamie Martin.

Jamie Martin and I were roommates for a year in a half.

Jamie Martin and I went to rival SEC colleges.

Jamie Martin and I share a love for Mexican food, gigantic cups of coffee, good sermons and new Manhattan restaurants.

This November, Jamie Martin moved back to Atlanta for a really great job.

There she goes.

Doesn't that cab look especially yellow?

It's like it knew this would be Jamie's last cab ride for a while.

Byeeeee Jamie!

89th and Broadway will miss you much.

Anthropologie is the way to my heart.

Of course I stopped by Anthropologie this week to pick up a few last minute Secret Santa gifts. The Rockefeller Anthro is my favorite. Partly because its in a hustle and bustle area of town. Partly because roommate Emily works at the J.Crew around the corner, and its an excuse to see her! 

The displays at Anthroplogie are unlike any other. When I first moved to New York, I interviewed for the display coordinator position. 

But alas, advertising was in my future....

There was an animal motif going on when I was there. 

Beautiful rustic lighting fixtures.

A shredded paper raccoon of sorts! 

And would you LOOK at this peacock made out of chopstick's and plastic spoons.

Honestly. Who thinks of this?

Genius. As always.

Strut your stuff

Do you ever feel like your 'walk' is off? You take the normal stride that you always do, but for some reason it just feels off. Your feet and legs and body alignment just seems a little honky.

I feel like this today. I've complained of doing too much lately, and not doing any of it well. And now, even my walk is being effected.

I promise to re-enter the blogging world, attempt to complain less and finish 2009 strong.

Ha.

We'll see.

Bling Bling

I went to a 24K Gold Birthday Party this past weekend for Auburn friend, Perryn. She's adorable and her one birthday request was for her guests to sport their bling. Being the creative interior designer that she is, made this clever gold bow headband.

Could she and her headband BE any cuter?

I'm saying that in the way Joey says it on the Friends episode where he puts all of Chandler's clothes on and says, "Hi, I'm Chandler, could I BE wearing any more pants?"


What a perfect idea for bling!
I'll tell you another good idea. Kate Spade.
She has this darling ring for $65. There is also a key chain, but I couldn't seem to find it.

All this gold puts me in the Holiday mood!

Let there be light

After helping a friend look for lamps, I thought I would post a little on my research! Come to think of it, I do need a lamp for my newly crafted desk. Maybe the coral one?  I would seriously have fight the urge to spray paint it a crazy color, though.

Z Gallerie

Pier 1

Pier 1

Target

Home is...

Freshman year of college. Home was a sterile little dorm room shared with new dear friend. We had a cold tile floor and permanent wood furniture. Plus matching denim comforters and bright flowered sheets. Our suite mate would chemically straighten her hair in our shared bathroom and then wash her dishes in our bathtub. It was dingy and weird, but it was home.

Sophomore year of college was spent in the sorority dorm with my newly solidified friends. We were thrilled to actually have friends and to be over the unavoidable awkwardness of freshman year. Hence, we celebrated and ate our way through the year. 10 sophomore swollen pounds later, Auburn felt like home.

Junior and senior year I hit my stride. Home was 8 girls crammed into a pre-war house on Gay street. Big rooms for living, a sprawling porch for watching, and a tiny galley kitchen that worked best when crowded. This isn't to say that everything was lovely and rose colored the whole time. No. We dealt with life, break ups and sickness. But this house was our little sanctuary right off campus. It was much more than a house. It was our home.

Post college. I shared a one bedroom apartment on the upper east side with a friend from Auburn. We lived above a bagel shop, had the occasional visiting mouse and loved our super Ricardo, who lived upstairs. Nice, as it was, I don't know that I was myself that year. Adjusting to New York and the working world was a lot for me. Even though I didn't feel at home this year, the experience was necessary. How else would I mark the grandness that was (and is) to come?

Now. I've lived on the upper west side with three dear roommates for the past year and a half.
Seems like a dream. Our quirky old apartment is fit with maids quarters and swinging doors for the butlers.We adore our Yugoslovian super Joe and his helper Zoran even if they can't get rid of our mice.There are trees and families and views of the river when you crain your head just far enough out the window.

I feel like myself here. This is my home.

For now.

I should tell you that I have a trickling and hopeful feeling that home may look very different next year. But, for now, I am quite content.


I like writing about home. Has to be good for your soul, right? It's part of a Blog Carnival going on! Enjoy.