Here I am practicing my sad-pigeon-toed-model-contemplating-proper-silverware-placement look.
Lately, I’ve noticed lots of people talking about rules and manners and what’s proper and good form and etiquette lately. Of course, there is a time and place for some of those things but I also think that some rules are just silly and made to be challenged.
For example, I love to be controversial by simply wearing black and brown together, especially when it comes to shoes and belts, and doing so with such intention that people know, just by looking at me, that I’m a rule-breaker. But at the same time I think some antiquated (and sometimes almost sexist) etiquette notions are sweet – like when going on a walk the boy staying on the side towards the road so that if anyone gets hit by a car it’s him and not me. That’s romantic, right?
So tell me: what are some rules you like to break? And on the flip side – what are some nice ones that you like to follow?
Boots – Frye Tights – Target Denim – Street Belt – Target Shirt – BCBG Jacket – Vintage
P.S. My friend’s mom is starting a manners/etiquette blog that I’m helping to design – I’ll be sure to share once it’s up and running!
Yesterday I received a package in the mail, chock full of paper goodies, from my friend Carina of Crow & Canary. This post isn’t just to tell you all that I have sweet friends that send me awesome mail though.
This post is to tell you that I’m seriously considering creating a stationery / printed goods line. It’s something I considered when I first went freelance but quickly realized that I didn’t have the time, money or energy to invest in a line. I even bought a Gocco press a few months ago (which still remains in the box) and I have had daydreams about carving potatoes and creating one-of-a-kind prints.
Right now I’m working away on lots of fun custom wedding invitations and small business identities, but Carina’s package reminded me of this stationery line I had once been dreaming about. I’m booked solid until June – at that time I will continue to take on branding & identity / various print jobs but I will start to push back a bit on the custom wedding invitations. I’m going to free up a little bit of time and give myself space to work on this stationery line I’ve been dreaming about.
Thanks again to Carina for sparking my imagination.
EDIT: I’ve fixed my misuse of the word stationery and stationary. Even as I was trying to make a joke of it I STILL got it all wrong.
First off, I love beets. I love how they taste like sweet earth. I love how they stain my fingers red. I love how the make me say “Sookaaah, I am vampire!” when I eat them. I love that these beets are so sexy they’re almost not safe for work.
So, it was Friday afternoon. Jeremy and I had planned a lunch date but we couldn’t decide on what we wanted to eat. I was procrastinating and hurrying up and waiting when I came across this recipe for beetroot pesto. I also happened to have two roasted beets in the fridge. So I decided that we’d just stay home for lunch – I got some pasta boiling, wilted some spinach over low heat and threw 2 beets, a handful of almonds, 3 cloves of garlic and a little bit of olive oil in the food processor. And just like that we had an amazing lunch. Followed by an amazing, definitely not safe for work, dessert.
Curry is definitely my go-to meal when I can’t think of anything else to make for dinner. It’s quick, easy and delicious – and not to mention, totally healthy. Though, I do feel guilty when my dinner doesn’t have any green in it.
This curry was really easy – I just washed and quartered 8 small potatoes. I boiled them until tender. Meanwhile, I sliced some onions and fried up some tofu. I sauteed the onions in a little oil and when tender I added the potatoes and some curry (1-2 tbs.) to the pan – once fragrant I added a can of coconut milk, the tofu, a handful of cashews and a tablespoon full of tahini to the mix. I let it all simmer together for about 10 minutes and then served over brown basmati rice.
Two years ago today Jeremy and I promised each other, in our living room in front of all of our nearest and dearest, that we would make a home together – forever. It was then that Jeremy promised to call me his be it on a desert or a shore, be it in fine health or weary, happy times or teary, for all days from here until the grave. It was then that I promised Jeremy that I would love him, trust him and do right by him for all the years ahead, until the day I’m dead.
But now, I find that the real vows happen daily, in those sleepy moments before bed – when we’re lying nose-to-nose and recounting our day. Or on long road trips when we’re talking about what we’ve learned from the past and what’s next. It’s in those moments that we promise each other that we won’t be scared – from exploring the world to sporting a righteous mustache – we promise to be brave. Every single day – we do.