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gratitude

So grateful for:
-poetry by my bed
-coffee in my cup
-sunlight on the sidewalk
-glitter nailpolish
-friends who say, "me too."

:-) what are you grateful for?

life lately

reading in coffee shops 101

honeymoon maxi dresses

my sweet friend S is getting married this summer and asked for a hand gathering some recon on maxi dresses for her honeymoon in the mediterranean. (woo hoo!) here are a few from around the web that I think would look adorable on her. (and you!)

a morning morsel: f. scott fitzgerald

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elsewhere by christian wiman

Elsewhere

All he remembers is a whisper

high in the trees,

a breeze out of nowhere

he walks with, for there was no one

where he was.

There are lulls

and shiftings, eddies

in the air, inflections

so slight he thinks,

as he sways and changes,

he chooses them. Home

is momentary, a way of seeing, a sweet lingering

in a cloud before it drifts

beyond the form he's found

for it, a brief

impalpable life breathed 

into clothes on a line.

Restless, attuned

to wayward fluencies,

he craves the space

of fields, learns to lose

himself amid the haphazard

songs of abandoned

houses, empty wells

and the hollows of bones,

quickening, assenting

to the distances

into which he is 

borne. The world blurs

around him. Landscapes alter

as he enters them: revisions,

erosions, clouds

flowing like smoke over.
In time, he seems less
moved than a part
of that which once moved him,
fleeting, uncontained,
his presence seen only
in what he's touched:
leaves scattered
and lost, bodies of dust
swirling. He longs
to find some calm within
what he's become, inside
the sound, a roaming
stillness. It seems
so close, as if he might
even now, blink and be
there, restored, prepared,
whispering all he remembers.

christian wiman

a real conversation that happened

p: I wish you wouldn't exaggerate and make such sweeping generalizations.

me: Ugh, you're right, I'm sorry -- I always do that. I'll never do it again!!

p: ...

me: hm. oh, right.

:-) Ha!

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a morning morsel: salman rushdie

Among the great struggles of man—good/evil, reason/unreason, etc.— there is also this mighty conflict between the fantasy of Home and the fantasy of Away, the dream of roots and the mirage of the journey. 

—Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet 

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wedding dresses

This post at Cup of Jo has me thinking about my wedding and what I would do differently. 

I loved my secondhand wedding dress and it seemed to fit with our afternoon green grass affair, but (you might not know this about me) I love dresses! 

So sometimes I can't help but think of what I'd want to wear if I were getting to choose again...

Like this one from once wed 

(a used wedding dress shop online)

or this one from BHLDN 

(the evil geniuses behind Anthropologie) 

or this one from j.crew 

Gosh -- is it possible that I am getting girlier and girlier the older I get?? 

Who knows what my old age will bring. 

A poodle and some rhinestone glasses, perhaps! 

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cake time

Mmmm I'm totally making this cake today to help get me and my friends through the rest of the week! Do you have any favorite cake recipes?