the sky is grey
(& perfect)
ps. Go.
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Matt's thriving succulents
& Paris' love of gardening
resparked my desire
to play in the dirt
( the sweetness )
of planting
in solitude in the
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(( be careful ))
this might just be one of the best
chocolate cakes i've ever tasted
i'm not eve a big
chocolate cake person
to begin with
but this might
just convert you
...really.
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windows down
Memorial Day weekend traffic
it's officially summer
and days like today
at all of it
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i'm not sure if it's widespread
or just happens to run rampant among
those in my inner circle
but we finally coined a term
for the common tendency to
revel in our memories:
C.N.D.
(Chronic Nostalgia Disorder)
extensive dwelling in the past
inhibits our ability to move forward
a bit of reliving specific moments
can bring a knowing glow to
anyone's core
but all we truly have is the now
i suppose the secret lies in our willingness
to accept and embrace change,
recognizing that the little sparkles of now
will soon infiltrate our memory banks
instead of being sucked
into the vortex of bittersweet,
maybe we'll gradually become more
in tune with our C.N.D.
instead of being sucked
into the vortex of bittersweet,
maybe we'll gradually become more
in tune with our C.N.D.
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awoke this morning
as if i was exiting a cave
where i had been
for three days
(( the catalyst ))
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today:
hankerchieves
Bulleit water bottle
mugs of tea
raw garlicslippers
Wellness Formula
Nights of Cabiria
Wellness Formula
Nights of Cabiria
Food, Inc.
chicken noodle soup simmering
Fargo
& Jess reorganizing the basement
into the perfect silkscreening station
into the perfect silkscreening station
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we can't predict which times we'll remember,
or why
now could be the pinnacle of something,
but we won't know
until after it has passed.
-paul madonna
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when one ends up with extra sweet tart dough,
one must make shortbread cookies.
(add fresh thyme to dough and make a lemon zest icing)
Sweet Tart Dough:
1 cup + 2 tbsp unsalted butter, at room temperature
1 cup sugar
1/4 tsp salt
2 large eggs, at room temperature
3 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
(a few tsp fresh thyme)
1 cup sugar
1/4 tsp salt
2 large eggs, at room temperature
3 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
(a few tsp fresh thyme)
Using a stand mixer fitted with the paddle attachment, combine the butter, sugar and salt
and mix on medium speed until smooth. Mix in 1 egg. Add the remaining egg and mix until smooth.
Stop the mixer and scrape down the sides of the bowl with a rubber spatula.
Add the flour all at once and mix on low speed just until incorporated.
On a lightly floured work surface, divide the dough into 4 equal balls and shape each ball into a disk 1/2 inch thick. Wrap well in plastic wrap and chill for at least 2 hours or overnight or freeze 3 for future use
(this dough will keep for up to 3 weeks). Roll dough out to about 1/4 inch thick (sprinkle fresh thyme if you want) and using cookie cutters, cut out cookies from dough. Place on baking sheets about one inch apart.
Preheat the oven to 325 degrees Fahrenheit.
Place in the oven and bake for 7 to 10 minutes. The cookies should be lightly colored and look dry and opaque.
Let cool completely on wire racks.
To make icing, combine 1/2 cup powdered sugar, 1 tsp water, & 2 tsp lemon zest & brush on cookies.
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reclaiming the self.
remembering
it's the little things
our personal rituals;
it's the little things
that can push us out of shape
and the little things
that fill us up with joy again
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i suppose this city
will forever captivate me
admittedly,
i'm still prone to its incessant charm
(( unsurprising synchronicities & a necessary visit home ))
lunch with Grandma Carole (Mrs. Robinson)
for nostalgia's sake/a perfect latte/a glimpse into the underworld
midday secret garden sanctuary/turmeric & pinion
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this is all of it
this is everything
I'm wanting to forget
when winter sets in
it has a way of crystallizing the bad times
the fevers, the heart aches
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sand stuck to my calves
iced mint tea
and my new favorite:
"The Purist"
(from Blue Agave)
1/2 Rampur lime
2 splashes agave nectar
2 ounces 4 Copas organic silver tequila
Split the Rampur Lime in half and place in a glass.
Add agave nectar. Muddle. Fill the glass halfway with ice
and continue to muddle. Fill the entire glass with ice and
add tequila. Cover the glass with a cocktail shaker and
shake well. Pour into a salt-rimmed glass and serve.
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newly altered:
[ July 4th dress-made-into denim skirt ]
ps. how many memories are
able to fit into the grains
of denim before it
reaches its
saturation
point?
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my morning dreams are my second life.
the line between dream-life and waking-life is permanently blurred.
( i love this ambiguity of consciousness )
in love with these works by artist Noemie Goudal
(via Cerre)
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my head is everywhere
this world is so tiny
and
i am reminded that quality of life is so dependent
on our ability to adapt to & embrace
change.
(it is, after all, the only constant)
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linguine/market peas/onion/pecorino/pinenuts/fresh mint/black pepper/olive oil
only thing missing? pancetta.
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recent weeks' playlist:
Brightblack Morning Light - Everybody Daylight
Talking Heads - Creatures of Love
Warpaint - Elephant
Hot Chip - We Have Love
Alexander - Remember Our Heart
Sunset - Lunar Eyes
a couple nights in Venice is all it takes for a satisfying getaway.
go here. and prepare yourself for beautiful-item overload. Charlie Chaplin's old dance studio.
rooms connected to rooms connected to old vaults. wandering through it, i felt like a wide-eyed child in a dreamlike playhouse.
it's full of the most artfully designed pieces. and home to the most perfect jeans (Acne) i've ever owned.
and i have yet to be disappointed with GJelina's mouthwatering menu. butterscotch pot de creme with sea salt here...say no more.
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