24 February, 2013
22 February, 2013
Dreaming of summer
21 February, 2013
Jahna Vashti
Do you ever leave a window open on your browser for days and weeks at a time, contemplating the content, not ready to close it?
For me, that's been the Etsy shop of Jahna Vashti.
I love her work- the colors, the feel. It's so vibrant and dream-like. Instead of closing the window, to be buried in my memory, I thought I'd post a few of my favorites here.
Her website is www.jahnavashti.com
For me, that's been the Etsy shop of Jahna Vashti.
I love her work- the colors, the feel. It's so vibrant and dream-like. Instead of closing the window, to be buried in my memory, I thought I'd post a few of my favorites here.
Her website is www.jahnavashti.com
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| My Purple Dream © 2010 Jahna Vashti - jahnavashti.com |
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| Forest Festivities © 2011 Jahna Vashti - jahnavashti.com |
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| Heartbeats © 2012 Jahna Vashti - jahnavashti.com |
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| Hopi Maiden ©2011 Jahna Vashti - jahnavashti.com |
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| Love, Luck, and Lollipops ©2012 Jahna Vashti - jahnavashti.com |
20 February, 2013
Rain and flowers
I love the rain. It makes everything a little more gloomy, glowing and beautiful.
I bought myself flowers today. When I originally moved into my apartment, I
told myself I wanted to always have fresh flowers. That didn't last too
long, but maybe it's time to revive the tradition.
I will be spending the next few days alone, just me and the baby. It's nice to bring in some sunshine during these cold days.
I will be spending the next few days alone, just me and the baby. It's nice to bring in some sunshine during these cold days.
18 February, 2013
Chelsea on a cold February Monday
Today was a frigid Presidents' Day Monday. So what better way to spend it than in a lovely, indoor garden for brunch at The Park in Chelsea?
The ambiance is warm and inviting, with birds chirping in the trees overhead.
Just watch out for the bird poop!
Apple crisp for dessert with vanilla ice cream? Yes, please.
After lunch, we went to the High Line for an afternoon stroll in the sun. It was my first time going, but definitely not the last. The baby slept snugly in the carrier on my chest while we walked, occasionally opening his eyes to look up at the buildings and the people. I can't wait to go back this spring and summer.
Stay warm out there.
17 February, 2013
The good life
Today I splurged. I wasn't exactly planning to drop a chunk of change when I went out, thinking we'd just grab a nice Sunday afternoon coffee. But then I made the mistake of going into a shop I've been eyeing for a while.
And then I saw this:
I love my neighborhood: the shops, the restaurants, the Sunday morning farmers' market. The old Italian immigrant neighborhood where you still hear the southern dialect spoken in the corner store, the grocery, the bakery.
But there's also the new contingency in the neighborhood: the stylish singles and couples,the ex-Manhattanites, the baby-makers. I'm in that group (but not the Manhattan part). Maybe I feel a little cliché sometimes, but I had no idea the neighborhood was going through a boom when I moved in, drawn by the quaint charm and its proximity to my job less than a mile away.
Who knew that four years later I'd be walking down Court or Smith with a baby of my own?
Today I feel so Brooklyn. Or rather, very Carroll Gardens/ Cobble Hill-esque. I headed out early into the brisk February morning, the cold wind biting my skin as I made my way up Smith Street to the green market to dump my week's worth of saved kitchen scraps for the compost collection. Then off to an intense hour and a half of Vinyasa yoga. Awesome.
And then I saw this:
I couldn't resist. I was useless against the sumptuous hand-crafted black leather bag. Gorgeous. I'm not a bag person, but this was something special. It's by BILLYKIRK (www.billykirk.com).
But there's also the new contingency in the neighborhood: the stylish singles and couples,the ex-Manhattanites, the baby-makers. I'm in that group (but not the Manhattan part). Maybe I feel a little cliché sometimes, but I had no idea the neighborhood was going through a boom when I moved in, drawn by the quaint charm and its proximity to my job less than a mile away.
Who knew that four years later I'd be walking down Court or Smith with a baby of my own?
Today I feel so Brooklyn. Or rather, very Carroll Gardens/ Cobble Hill-esque. I headed out early into the brisk February morning, the cold wind biting my skin as I made my way up Smith Street to the green market to dump my week's worth of saved kitchen scraps for the compost collection. Then off to an intense hour and a half of Vinyasa yoga. Awesome.
Call it cliché, but this is the good life.
16 February, 2013
In five billion years, our sun will expand and engulf our orbit as the charred ember that was once earth vaporizes.
Why do we fear death?
Why do we fear change?
Is it fear of the unknown?
Fear of pain, discomfort, suffering?
Is it the fear of what lies beyond?
I'm afraid to fly and I know why; it's not the potential end, but rather the fall. The moment you realize there's something wrong until.... I try not to think about that too much at 35,000 feet.
It's an uncomfortable conflict with my love of travel. They take turns for who wins. It's been a while since I've taken a trip.
In my neighborhood, there are four funeral homes within about a dozen blocks of each other. It may be macabre, but I find them beautiful:
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