So, I married my sweetheart and it was pretty amazing. Read on for more photos and the story behind our wedding.
The turn of a new year is a time for introspection, fresh resolutions, and hopes for the future. (Also, massive, brain-splitting hangovers.) As you hatch new plans, know that the mistakes and failures of the last year are not to be regretted: they’re opportunities to learn and try harder.
On today, and all days, I defer to the wise words of Emerson:
“Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.”
Thanks so much for reading my little slice of the Internet. It means so much to me. Here’s to a happy and productive 2013.
Photo by Wolfgang Tillmans.
We’ve reached the time of year where reflection runs high — Thanksgiving, the holidays, the cusp of a new year. In all honesty (and I’m about to get personal here), I’m pretty rough on myself most days, putting on the metaphorical hair shirt and just running with it: “You should go to the gym more, stop buying ice cream sandwiches, update this blog more often, call your grandma, curb your taxi addiction, volunteer at the animal shelter, take a class, quit being a flake on plans, stop letting the kale go bad and actually make those grand salads you’re always planning, investigate the merits of various anti-aging face creams, and why haven’t you gone to the MoMA this year? Or last year? And shouldn’t you be running a marathon or something?”
There are a lot of things I could do, it’s true. But there are a lot of things that are good now, today, and they need to be enjoyed without ruinous worries about the future or what I could be doing alternatively. “Don’t ruin the cake mix,” as they say.
I’m so grateful for my always supportive and awesome husband (still getting used to that word!), my family, purring cats, my health, handmade socks, Pendleton blankets, libraries, candles that smell like woodsmoke, oysters, a creative career where I get paid to do stuff I actually enjoy, custard pie, bonfires, The New Yorker, homemade pasta, aimless drives down country roads, and fresh fallen snow. And I feel so lucky to be in New York; it’s not the easiest place to live, but somehow that makes me value it even more.
Now, to surround myself with all of these ideas (like a cashmere sweater!) the next time I am tempted to put on the hair shirt. Be gentle with yourself. That’s the best advice.
Henry David Thoreau once said, “Wealth is the ability to fully experience life.”
That’s an aspiration I think we all can agree on: wouldn’t you agree?
Looking back on the year that’s passed, I have so many things for which to be thankful: my JB; Paris!; constant intellectual stimulation (so many books, magazines, and meta-yards of Internet to trawl!); New York City; the cuteness of cats and dogs; and of course, my ever-supportive family and friends. It’s an amazing time to be alive. I’ve got a wedding to plan, new professional challenges, and of course, this blog. So much potential! So many opportunities.
I’m not much for resolutions, but here a few (probably cliched!) things on my list.
Be less stressed. Nothing is ever as serious as it seems.
Appreciate the details. Take more photos. Invest in film.
Dance more! Exercise. Stretch these lazy, computer-loving bones.
Visit more New York institutions. Take advantage of the magical place I’m blessed to call home.
Drink good wine.
Make time for a book club.
Meet more Internet friends in real life. Hang out with new friends. Quality time with the old.
Happy new year, folks. Let’s face it with optimism and good humor.
Friends and comrades!
So, I’ve got some news. This past week, JB and I gallivanted around Paris, eating our weight in pain au chocolat, properly pronouncing oui (“waaaay”) and taking in the many marvelous sights; mostly the macabre ones, actually. (There’s a funny story in here about seeking cover in a crypt — yes, a crypt! — in the Montparnasse Cemetery during a crazy rainstorm, then emerging to find an enormous rainbow.)
We also got engaged. To be murried.
On the last night in Paris, Jeff got down on one knee in the kitchen of our tiny, seventeenth-century apartment and asked if I would marry him. I said yes.
What comes next? I’m not sure! (Marriage, eventually, I guess.) I just know that we’re home now, pretty damn happy and looking forward to the future. We’re also hugging our cats.
Thanks for being our friends, and please help us celebrate our engagement by raising a glass, wherever you are.
P.S. And nope, this isn’t becoming a wedding blog, but I will definitely be posting about the preparations, as I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing.
What I wouldn’t give for a real summer vacation — lazy days, no work and endless ham sandwiches on a slightly inclined creek bed. We’d pick possibly poisonous berries, work on our tans and maybe hit up some casinos on the way home, listening to Queen with the windows rolled all the way down. A girl can dream, right?
Did I mention we’d be wearing cut-offs? Because that’s essential to the experience.
[Image by Nathaniel Russell]
After a rejuvenating vacation with family in Iowa (and tons of thrifting and Amish adventures — more on that later), I’m back in New York. It’s been pretty slow around here this summer, but I’m hoping to come out swingin’ now that I’ve spent some time away from the Internet. (But not Instragram!) Check out this abandoned, collapsed stone farm house my mom and I found deep in the country. It was so small, and there were some ancient appliances from the ’40s in the back. Poking around on gravel roads is my new favorite pastime.
Curious about the origin of all this teen angst? Today I recollect my Internet-addled, kind of terrible youth at Teenage. Amidst asshole boyfriends and foster care girls spitting in my lunch, I found power in the Internet. I still do. Here’s a taste of the essay:
In a dichotomy of blond athletes in Starter jackets (the ultimate status symbol) and farm boys dirt racing in the school parking lot, I was lost: a blank slate. The only thing I really knew for certain was that this “Internet” thing held a lot of power. This was in the early days of chat rooms and IM, and I was soon an addict, abusing our dial-up and lurking to my heart’s content. While held in the (relatively) safe bosom of AOL, there were no preconceived notions about being a brown noser, socially inept, fat, tall, weird or “the new girl.” I was only Zubon13. I could be anyone. I could be anything.
Today I’m pleased as punch to share some moments from my weekend on For Me, For You. It’s full of Cheers reruns, cat ogling and party time. Livin’ the dream!
So I’m big into Twitter, as you may or may not have known. This inevitably leads to a lot of random thoughts about cats, a lot of “enh!”, and jottings on things I want to buy, eat, read or have already written. I came across the funny Twitter tool du jour, That Can Be My Next Tweet, which aims to predict your next digital thoughts, based on what you’ve said in the past. (As you might expect, the ratio of cat to non-cat results for me was an even 1:1. And yes, I am obsessed with cats, but I never claimed not to be!) It’s kind of like magnetic poetry, except way more embarrassing and personal. (Apparently I’m really into mayo and cashmere.) Here’s what I’ll supposedly say next:
- “The mayo and brown. Someday I’m feeling brutally honest today: Lost in the world matrix: Includes grave.”
- “I think of death: Funny seeing horribly made one day that don’t cost $$$. Have mercy.”
- “My cat’s paws are your sandwich high with mayo is Missing — well, the look, but I’m not shunned.”
- “Had some pig ribbons: As a sexual communicator, wigs are too sweet. My cat’s paws are they don’t: The.”
- “Finally scored some sort of control, not to have a toddler’s hands.”
- …And probably the most accurate: “Cat ying yang of a big gulp of yay) ENH!”
What were your results? This is all kinds of fun to mess around with, so leave your best bon mots in the comments.
I was so honored to do a collection of things I’m into for the lovely Miss Moss (one of my favorite blogs). From Neil Diamond to red couches to bone chandeliers, it’s all there! Check it out.
I write to you, one-handed, from the discomfort of a sling. It holds my broken wrist, encased in a swollen, itchy cast. It’s not good, but at least it wasn’t my right hand.
I always bragged that I’d never broken a bone, despite my clumsiness and frequent accidents. I fell the other night on a patch of ice on my way to the train. The combination of platform clogs and winter weather resulted in a fall that made me question my tolerance for pain. And needles. And resetting bones. (The ER experience was pretty awful. New York hospitals? I don’t recommend them.) I’m now laid up, heavily medicated and trying to gain speed with my henpecking. However, until that happens, things will slow down around these parts. One thing I can promise is anecdotes about my inability to open a pill bottle, pull on pants, put my hair in a ponytail or take a shower (try to wash your hair one-handed; I dare you). Thank dog for JB and kitten snuggles!
I realized that it’s been a while since I posted any photos from my apartment. Our once tiny kittens are now nearly full-grown kattens (teenage cats!), and we are still so endlessly gaga over them — it’s kind of embarrassing, really. They’re totally our cat children.
As such, here’s Bug, modeling the latest in cat-to-blanket complementary colors with my new Pendleton. I’ve collected quilts and vintage blankets for a few years now, but I could never find one as lovely (or big — I needed a queen size) as the Silver Bark blanket. After counting my pennies and receiving a few monetary gifts from family for Christmas, I went buck-wild and finally bought it. With the addition of some cozy flannel sheets and a down comforter underneath, I’ve officially created a black hole that is nearly impossible to get out of in the morning. Bug and Dagmar are equally smitten.
Happy New Year!
I started this blog as a new year’s resolution. One year later, I’m continually blown away by the response from readers and the exquisite pleasure I gain from blogging. Talking about the things that delight and intrigue is an ideal antidote to boredom, I’ll say that much.
Thanks for reading, and here’s to another amazing year.
Thanks for reading! You don’t know how much it means to me.
We’re home! Iowa was tons of delicious food, ridiculously cheap bowling ($2 a game, as it should be), Apples to Apples, lots of thrifting and meeting my new extended family. It was so fun to hang out with my sisters (Jasmine and Justine are with me in the photo above — aren’t they cute?) and chase around my 3-year-old twin step-nieces, who were obsessed with my mom — they continually clutched her legs, called her “mah-maw” and started bawling every time she left the room, much to her chagrin. (Mom was indignant about the fact that she could be old enough to be a grandmother: “I’m nobody’s mah-maw!”) It was just so nice to ride bikes in the quiet, wear sweaters and be around my loved ones.
And to those who sent well wishes for little miss Bug, thank you. She’s doing splendidly (running amuck as we speak, actually) and seems pretty much back to normal. Need to take some photos of her, as a matter of fact! (Speaking of which, all photos above are by the talented JB.)
Now back to business as usual!
At long last, JB and I are headed to sweet Ioway to visit my family and celebrate my mom’s marriage. It’ll be a little quiet around these parts, but I’ll be sure to update with photos when we return! We’re staying at a totally kitschy motel (that may be a total hole in the wall), so I’m hoping to do a Nan Goldin-isnpired photo shoot. We shall see!
This weekend was not good one for me — trips to the emergency vet, scary thoughts and lots of hand wringing. I hate to be a total Debbie Downer, and I’ve tried to avoid it for a long time on this blog, but this time: well, it’s justified. Here goes.
Our precious kitten Bug stopped eating last Thursday. We’d had her spayed the week before and she’d been on antibiotics for a few days afterward. As soon as the medication ran out she became a ghost of her former self. Normally she’s talkative (mew mew mew!), the life of the party, wants to sit on shoulders and laps and cuddle; now she was hiding in a box in our loft, didn’t respond to toys and had lost the brightness in her eyes. We went to the vet after her hind legs began to shake and she walked with a limp. We soon found out she had an infection of some sort and a temperature of almost 105 degrees (three degrees above normal for a cat, and at the point where hospitalization is necessary). Unfortunately, our vet could not hospitalize her and we took her home, wondering what to do. That night we ended up at a 24 hour emergency vet (I highly recommend NYC Veterinary Services if you’re in Brooklyn — so sweet and helpful), and after some reassuring blood work and another examination we headed home. Now it’s hand-feeding by syringe, lots of naps and watching for progress.
This has been one of the scariest weekends I’ve experienced, and the feeling of total paralysis is just devastating. Bug seems to be doing better, and we’re hopeful that the antibiotics will work their magic soon. In the meantime, we’re cuddling her like there’s no tomorrow. Send good thoughts, if you can, and thanks for listening.
After a productive weekend of acquiring new (to us) furniture from many a garage sale, I’m excited to show the progress we’ve made on our apartment. We have a kitchen table! So exciting to have a place to put bags and eat off of. It’s a family heirloom from the 1930s that was passed down from Jeff’s great-aunt and uncle, which is pretty awesome. I also got tons of new pottery, plants, a kitchen hutch, an antique trunk, PIT, Yahtzee and Monopoly. It’s feeling more homey every day.
By the by, I nominated my crib for the interiors contest sponsored by CB2 and The Selby. I’d love to win some goodies from CB2, and it’d be pretty sweet to have a professional photo shoot up in here. If you have a second, please vote for me!
JB and I took a much needed trip to Massachusetts this weekend. Our wanderings led us to fill an entire truck with garage saled furniture and knick knacks (including a table and chair set from the 1930s), venture through the forest to this abandoned dam and eat endless barbeque and bowls of seafood bisque. (I’m drooling just thinking about it. Lobster hunks!)
Now that we’re home again, we spent the majority of yesterday hugging our cats and cleaning/arranging all of our new stuff. Photos to come…
Twenty-seven years ago today, I came screaming into the world, only to be photographed, Olan Mills style, with my beautiful momma several months later. I treasure this photo. So happy, I am!
Thanks to all who celebrated with me this weekend; it was a great one. I’m so thankful for my favorite mang, friends, family, kittens and pie. Bless!
As of June 1, 2010, Jeff and I will be living in sin in our own little nest. Expect endless Polyvore mood boards and decorating thoughts to come! I’m so excited to spread all of my antlers, portrait paintings and cow skin rugs all over our new place and let some kitties roam. Eeeeep! This bedroom gives a good idea of where I want to start, decorating wise (but in a railroad apartment, not a barn). More decorating thoughts can be found in my dream house post.
[Image via Aubrey Road]
Oh, hai! Just wanted to share these precious moments from the Etsy holiday party laser photo booth. Windsuits, Cosby sweaters and oversized glasses were enjoyed by all. Jeff and I had quite the photo session. We were channeling Jan and Wayne Skylar (subtext: “The Only Married News Team”) from the Tim and Eric Awesome Show, and I think we pulled it off pretty well! All Jeff really needs is an eyeliner goatee…and some guyliner. I could use a Jerri Blank wig (but really, who doesn’t?).
You might be able to see my “every animal print under the sun” dress underneath my Florida-esque jacket. It’s polyester, it has a Mandarin collar and it’s fabulous. Brangin’ out the big guns for the party!
I’d love to turn this into a custom portrait from Etsy. Any suggestions for artists?