May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
The rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of his hand.
Amen, Hallelujah, All of It
Almond milk latte. Sun shining. Jazz playing. Polar vortex is nowhere in sight. A morning for writing.
This Friday is heaven.
Little Goat, Big Love
I always love hearing about those families who, when discussing their days, name a high and a low. A valley and a peak.
This salad was my peak today.
My day wasn’t bad. But this salad was that good.
Chickpea salad. Little Goat. I am literally so sad I am not eating another one right now.
The gluten free crispy pineapple muffin I had was pretty stellar too.
West Loop, I try to tell myself that you’re not that special but damn. Restaurant Row is no joke.
Update: I am not the only person to lose their mind over this salad- my friend Lourdes over at Illumine Magazine already posted about it AND included the recipe. Heck yes. Click here to check it out.
No Such Thing…
Saying “there’s no such thing as a stupid question” isn’t exactly true anymore…google first. Then ask.
This message is brought to you by coffee that spilled all over me due to the gazillion potholes my cab hit and the 6 inches of snow/ice that is back on the ground again. #humpday
Date Night Is
Date Night Is, a cool startup out of Brooklyn designed to help couples find fun date ideas, reached out to us to ask how we do date night. So we made a cocktail, gave the interview and turned it into a little date night at home! It was a lot of fun to think about date nights past, how we do what we do and dates we’re looking forward to (the wedding counts, right?!).
The interview went live today- you can read it here.
Ban Bossy
Have you heard about Sheryl Sandburg’s “Ban Bossy” campaign? I wrote about her views on the word last April and am really glad to know this is still a conversation.
“When a little boy asserts himself, he’s called a ‘leader.’ Yet when a little girl does the same, she risks being branded ‘bossy.’ Words like bossy send a message: don’t raise your hand or speak up. By middle school, girls are less interested in leading than boys—a trend that continues into adulthood. Together we can encourage girls to lead.”
When I was in high school, I ran for, and won, 2 positions in student government. The school didn’t have a problem with my running for both, in fact it was encouraged, celebrated even- “Wow, you’re such a go getter!”. But when I won…tunes changed. The concern administrators expressed was not if I could perform in the roles, it was if I would be perceived as bossy. By my peers who voted me into both positions.
So I took my bossy high schooled self into the principle’s office and made it clear how I would be spending my senior year and that was as Student Council and Class President.
I think we all have some experience with bossy vs leader conversation. I am almost 30 and I still pause before expressing strong opinions in group setting, god forbid I be bossy! But then I think back to that 17 year old girl with nerves of steel and that pause gives way to words because I’m not bossy- I am a leader.
And so are you.
Tea Time
The wedding has become an excuse to do all sorts of lovely things and on Saturday afternoon, that lovely thing was Tiffin at The Langham. Apparently, the Langham invented high tea in London and let me tell you, they know what they’re doing across the pond too.
Tea, bubbly, savory treats, decadent desserts, a man going to town on the white baby grand. Seated by the window, I asked twice why the curtains were drawn, I didn’t want to miss such a beautiful riverfront view. I should have held my horses because the curtains are suddenly drawn back once the piano begins!
The drama of it all!
Most importantly, my mom and I spent wonderful time together, gabbing about all things wedding and family and future and…it was lovely.
Just like the Tiffin.
And then I saw SJP at Nordstrom
I was just doing my Friday spin through Nordstrom and saw Sarah Jessica Parker. For real. In person. And then texted my best friend who I wish more than anything could have teleported to be there right that second because zomg Carrie Bradshaw.
I’m just gonna call it in, folks- this is the best day ever.
I was fan-girling the eff out and obviously with eleventy-thousand girls in front of me doing the same thing, I couldn’t share with Ms. SJP my appreciation for her, her curly hair and being part of my favorite group of imaginary friends but if I could have, I probably would have said this:
#thankyouformyshoeobsession
Ahh! Happy Friday! Cosmos for everyone!!!!