shop til you drop

The wedding is getting closer and closer (just seven months away by my count) and I continue to reflect about how I can make our wedding seem like us. If I can walk away from the big day with a shiny new ring, a lovely new husband and a feeling like my wedding was unique to S and I, I'll consider it a success. Right now, I am not so worried about minute by minute scheduling of the actual day, the perfection of flowers or even my shoes (ok that's not totally true) as I am about making sure our personalities shine through.

To that end, I have spent a lot of time trolling http://www.etsy.com/ to find artists who can create unique and affordable things to add to my day. (along the way I have also found some amazing gifts for friends and family). I feel great about supporting someone's art and the quality of work and professionalism I have encountered has been an added bonus. The many artists who make up the etsy community take their art and businesses very seriously and provide some excellent customer service. So far, I have ordered my invitations, my sign-in book, the men's boutonnieres and ladies' corsages and the cake topper from various vendors. And it's been nothing but a pleasure. Not too mention I find things everyday I want to buy. Today I am coveting this...



From etsy designer Pine Blossom
http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5235111

the photo shoot

This weekend, of perfect 70 degree and sunny weather fame, S and I had the good fortune to have scheduled our engagement photo session. We met our wedding photographer on Sunday morning at 11:30am in front of Pastis for about an hour long photo session taken throughout meatpacking and the west village.

Side note, I highly recommend this endeavor to anyone, single, married, engaged, whatever. Hire someone to follow you around and take pictures. Or don't hire someone and just take your camera and snap away. It's ridiculous amounts of fun.

Anyway, we wandered throughout the warehouse-y (what's left of it) parts of meatpacking and ended up on Jane Street, Charles Lane and Horatio Street around Washington Street. This is hands down my favorite part of New York City. The houses (and they are houses) are immaculate yet they still maintain an unbelievable amount of personality. The flowers are lovingly maintained by the residents and are just one example of how much the people who live here understand how amazing these streets are. This neighborhood is virtually untouchable to mere mortals making even a decent living (by New York standards). I continue to believe that these houses have been in families for generations, bought by enterprising New Yorkers many years ago, who paid $10 for a full brownstone because at the time, the neighborhood was utter crap. I like to maintain this little fantasy as it (1) lets me be ok with never being able to live here and (2) it makes for some amazing story telling.

I was not lucky enough to be born into one of these families, so my only connection to this neighborhood are my many hours spent wandering around, discovering its intricacies and history and now, these engagement photos. Some of my best memories of this city lie on these streets, many of them with S. It is why we chose this neighborhood for our pictures and when I finally leave here, why it will be one of the first places I come back to visit. And when I look back at these photos, not only will I remember this utterly blissful time but I will also remember why I love this city so much. And that makes me smile.

just two weeks from now

I will be on vacation! S and I are traveling out to the Southwest for a good old fashioned road trip. Our last trip was seven months ago and I knew we wouldn't make it until May for our honeymoon. As a gentle nod to the ever decreasing value of our dollar, we decided to forgo our traditional sprint outside of the 48 states and check out some sites where our dollar actually means something. Since neither of us has been to New Mexico or Arizona, it seemed like a pretty cool place to check out. Maybe we will find enlightenment in the red rocks of Sedona and never come back. It's tempting...

My goal for this trip to eat some great food, take some pretty pictures and spend some quality time with S and some friends who live out west. Life has been way to hectic these days and we are both in desperate need of time to smell the roses. Or a cactus.

the weekly mitzvah

This week I went to Rosh Hashanah services with my dad. I try to go with him for one of the two days while my mom usually stays home and cooks up some amazing Jewish food. Normally, this yearly trip to the motherland consists of a huge meal, some family spats and about 12 minutes spent praying while everyone around me is whispering and checking out what everyone else is wearing. The other 3 hours I am actually in synagogue I traditionally catch up with people I've known since I am little but hardly ever see. This year was slightly different.

This time I actually sat in the sanctuary for longer than the traditional 12 minutes and listened to the Rabbi's sermon. I often find these sermons to be preachy and long and they usually come back to how we should all love Israel and move there and give money, etc... Surprisingly, the sermon this year was a little different. Don't get me wrong, there was plenty of Israel propaganda. But mixed in this year was a message about life's purpose. The Rabbi (a very young guy about 32 or so) talked what a mitzvah is. Growing up, I was always taught that a mitzvah is defined as a good deed. My parent's Rabbi, however, proposed a new definition for mitzvah - purpose. The Rabbi's hypothesis was that a mitzvah performed each day should be geared towards understanding your life's purpose, whatever that may be. The Rabbi differentiated this "life purpose" from "life goals" and cautioned against confusing the two.

I was really struck by his point. I often equate my "life purpose" with my "life goals" - i.e. success at work, happy at home, etc. In fact, however, I think I need to start differentiating between purpose and goals. Then, hopefully by working toward my purpose it will make it easier to reach my goals.

I have been reflecting a lot about what the Rabbi said and have decided to incorporate this into my daily living. For now, I am going to start simply with a purpose of extra kindness and tolerance to others - those I know and those I don't. And I don't mean just generally saying I'll be nicer, but instead, making a concerted effort to perform at least one act of kindness each week. I started this week by taking a few extra seconds to give some money to my favorite street performer who entertains me most mornings on my commute to work (who knew I loved the accordion so much). And what was I rewarded with? A huge smile, a sincere thanks and a great feeling which has already last for about two hours. I like this already.

we are...

S and I went to Penn State this weekend for our annual trip to watch a football game in the rain. S has season tickets and it makes him feel warm and fuzzy to see me wear blue and white and sit on really uncomfortable seats. I haven't sat as close to some of my family members as I did to the poor guy sitting next to me.

This is the third year we have made this pilgrimage to State College, PA. The first year we went, it poured. The second year we went, it was so cold I couldn't feel any of my extremities for 24 hours. And was heckled by those around me for having the audacity to bring a blanket. This year, once again, it rained. The weather gods are testing me.

All in all, though, the trip was very fun. We ate a lot, including hamburgers, a sausage and pepper sandwich, a soft pretzel and this...

Exhibit A - a sandwich consisting of rib meat, pulled pork and cole slaw. S ate the entire thing in about three bites.

Exhibit B - the aftermath. It wasn't pretty.

We also saw Amish people, cows and more farm houses than I have ever seen in one place. And of course, at the game we saw the most white shirts on any group of people ever. It had to be some kind of Guinness world record. And I got to wear a poncho.

Travel with S is fun and always an adventure. On the ride home, the Mini became tired and decided one of its tires no longer wished to be inflated. In spite of lots of rain, a very scary diner in Blairstown, New Jersey and a salty AAA tow truck driver, S and I stayed calm and even managed to sneak in a Target trip. I am now stocked up on stockings, workout pants and snacks. And the Mini is currently being outfitted with the world's most expensive tire. And S, well, he got to see Penn State kick some Illinois butt. That's all he ever needs.

my horoscope today

Although you may feel better about yourself today, you aren't quite ready to let go of an issue that has been bothering you. But obsessing over a molehill could turn it into a mountain, so be conscious of what you think about. Placing your attention on the positive attributes of love is healthier than focusing on the negativity of fear.

I should sky-write that last sentence or at least tattoo it across my ass.

on my wish list

1. An I-Phone (I am really behind the times)
2. A new wallet since the one I have likes to eat my money
3. A massage
4. Bliss steep clean face mask
5. Workout clothes for fall/winter
6. Suits for work that fit correctly
7. A cupcake