A delicious meal at Perry St.
Felt like I was on vacation this weekend! This beautiful weather, celebrating with my family, a fantastic meal at Perry St., all followed by a lovely walk around the West Village equates to a very relaxing and enjoyable Saturday. Who needs anything else?
Thank you for being my Mom, Mom!
Thank you for putting up with all of the crazy & loving me despite it. Safe to say that I inherited the crazy, but I’ll let that one go for the time being.
We celebrated by doing what we do best — eating to our hearts’ content! Jean Georges’ Perry St. did the trick! What a treat.
Quilt!
A little bit Amish of me, I realize. Indirectly, I believe this may also increase my Brooklyn-cool-person-cred. Seeing as I don’t make my own cheese, brew my own beer, DIY anything, churn my own butter, or make my own ice cream or kombucha…
I’ve decided that I’m going to pick my embroidering back up. Which led me to—what could be better than a handmade quilt to add some embellishment to?
Counterpane, which is LA artist Pauline Boyd’s work, has completely inspired me. I stumbled upon her work c/o Design Sponge. Just take a look at these beautiful snaps!
I guess Colorado is where Christmas lives all winter.
Everything about the place is covered in Christmas. Christmas blows around through branches and over mountains. It dances around window sills and hangs around the wrinkles in your coat sleeves and hat. It crunches and squeezes the NYC grit out of the grooves in your boots, skims over your cheeks, sticks in your eyelashes, and gives your nose a blush.
I suppose that by Christmas I really mean snow. NYC has been like a perturbed girlfriend all winter—cool then flushed. Maybe NYC and the climate can smooth things over soon (however, this writer suspects that after that killer party when NYC invited 2.7% of the US to stay over, the climate is still too angry to make up). Colorado, you might be seeing the worst conditions in seasons, but that doesn’t take away from how pretty you are, even when you’re having a bad hair day.
On Christmas eve, our ever adventurous band of explorers decided to capture our very own tree in the wild. At first, this otter was nervous about the task at hand. I mean, how are those paws supposed to hunt down a tree, kill it, and drag it back to her den? Maybe a Charlie Brown Christmas tree but a real-live-Colorado-sized-big-ole-fella? Not to worry, she did very little except walk, co-direct, with the assistance of Mama Micsak, and document the venture for cataloging. Typical of a city slicker, I suppose.
As it turns out: No trees were harmed in this typically risky undertaking. Fear not, dear reader!
Lucy-bear bootification project
Lucy-bear’s bootiful paws
Mama Micsak lookin’ pretty and searching for the perfect tree. The focus of a panther captured here.
Teeth grittin’, intrepid explorer, Beaver Grylls
That’s our tree! He just got drunk and fell over. He froze to death of his own accord, so no hack-job required.
Micsak family trophy picture
Draggin’ the carcass home
Burly dudes
Cute :)
Manhandling
Tres treacherous
Tall…
Ok, goodbye, defrost, drink some aspirin-y water, and un-chill
I forgot that I fell in love with an elf (Chris: we must wrap every branch individually…)
Internal thoughts: dab-nab-it!
Landscape architect at work
Parfait! But seriously, it sort of looks like a parfait
Jose’s one word description re: Chris’ baby picture: Chucky
Holy mackarel—flares & fireworks!
Snowcats to the rescue!
Chinese family as they are walking past us: WE ARE TAKING A PICTURE IN FRONT OF THAT TREE!
Two peas in their pods (that they unwittingly bought for each other). If that isn’t true love then this otter hereby quits blogging. Since it is, you don’t have to worry, I won’t quit blogging. I know, you’re super relieved.
Christmas brekkie
Internal thoughts: ski, ski, ski, ski, ski, ski!!!
<3
Winter Park lookin’ lovely
Once it gets warm, I just can’t be bothered to stay inside and blog, sorry!
Does anyone want to have a dance party?
A few magical mystery tour photos of my block and my apartment. Eery how quiet and still things appear when you quiet your mind and walk around Park Slope on a weeknight. Such a dichotomy between Saturday-stroller madness and hazy nights.
Reminders, reminders. I am essentially the White Rabbit from Alice in Wonderland.
Love & mystery.
