It’s that time of year: time to pack away the breezy silk tank tops and unfold the cozy wool sweaters in an effort to stave off the nascent chill in the air. And the first sweater I aired out was this one. I snapped it up last year because of its similarity to a certain Gucci style, and its colorful stripes still make me smile. Last weekend, my striped sweater and I took a trip to an apple orchard to pick some Jonagolds that will soon find themselves baked into a pie.
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Look, we’re all busy. Some of us just went back to school, and some of us just wish we were going back to school, but all of us are busy. And we’re hungry! I don’t know about you, but by the time I leave work, commute home and walk the dog, I’m ready to eat, like, an hour ago. That’s why I always like to have a pork loin on standby in the fridge. It’s a tender, lean piece of meat that cooks quickly and pairs well with basically everything.
This is the face of a woman who has purchased nary a shirt, dress, shoe or earring for nine and a half months. For those of you just tuning in: one of my resolutions for 2017 was to abstain from shopping for one whole year, and two-thirds of the way in I’m still going strong. Well…strong-ish.
Some people like to spend their free time playing video games, Pinterest-planning their (imaginary) dream wedding, backpacking across countries or learning about wine. Me? I like to think about color. I collect different hues in my head: the blue-purple of jacaranda trees that almost seems to glow, the cheery yellow reflected off a canary’s wing, the radiant gradient of Flaming June‘s robe. Color is often the first thing I notice about an object, and I tend to catalogue the colors I see, one by one, in my mind palace until I’m left with an intangible, but no less pleasant filing drawer filled with folders marked ROYGBIV.
A couple weeks ago, I had the pleasure of showing my little sister around New York City. I bought tickets to Hamilton last summer, and since Genevieve had fallen in love with the musical in the meantime, my mom kindly offered to sponsor a sisters’ trip to the big city. Thanks, Mom!