Studs. On belts. On bracelets.
Even one by your side. To take you out to dinner and such.
(Belt&Bracelet via Linea Pelle)
Friday, November 6, 2009
Thursday, November 5, 2009
The (Dirty) Yellow Brick Road
I couldn't walk these streets without my music.
From the second I walk out the door of our studio until I reach my final destination, you can bet my headphones are in, volume is cranked, and my feet are moving (almost too) quickly to the beat.
My lineup starts soft in the morning and rapidly speeds up by noon. (Imagine Patsy Cline and Adele opening for Sugarland and Jay Z.) The evening selection is usually up in the air, but more often than not it's The Avett Brothers.
There's something to be said about a great song that can completely remove you from everything going on around you. Whether I'm being sandwiched on the 6th train, hip checked by an all-too-cool Upper Eastsider, or being honked at by an aggrevated cabbie (Hey, the red hand was FLASHING. I can still walk, technically.), I like the rush of it all. The excitement of knowing my favorite line is coming up, and I've gotta get to the other side of the street so I can enjoy it. Or the end of "Laundry Room" when I cross over 3rd at 80th, and I hope that one part never ends. I always take my last block the slowest, and sometimes if I feel like it, I belt out all the words.
From the second I walk out the door of our studio until I reach my final destination, you can bet my headphones are in, volume is cranked, and my feet are moving (almost too) quickly to the beat.
My lineup starts soft in the morning and rapidly speeds up by noon. (Imagine Patsy Cline and Adele opening for Sugarland and Jay Z.) The evening selection is usually up in the air, but more often than not it's The Avett Brothers.
There's something to be said about a great song that can completely remove you from everything going on around you. Whether I'm being sandwiched on the 6th train, hip checked by an all-too-cool Upper Eastsider, or being honked at by an aggrevated cabbie (Hey, the red hand was FLASHING. I can still walk, technically.), I like the rush of it all. The excitement of knowing my favorite line is coming up, and I've gotta get to the other side of the street so I can enjoy it. Or the end of "Laundry Room" when I cross over 3rd at 80th, and I hope that one part never ends. I always take my last block the slowest, and sometimes if I feel like it, I belt out all the words.
It's New York. There are far more crazier things going on than some little country girl singing the words to her favorite songs.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
BoysBoysBoys.
SR: How much longer should I wait to tell him? I've been dancing around the topic, and he has GOT to know it's coming. Right?
Miss Behavin': True. You must go all the way or nothing at all, though. So once you start, there's no turning back.
SR: I know. I just don't know how to say everything I want to say, and in an effective manner.
Miss Behavin': Keep the safety on until you're ready to pull the trigger.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
FYI:
"That's how New York is. All your friends come in and out of the city on a regular basis, quick weekend excursions here and there. It's absolutely the best time of your life."
-Miss LG
I've been in the Big Apple for one week and one day exactly. Already, I have 4 completely separate weekends booked with my out-of-town gal pals. (All taking place over the next 8 weeks, no less.) SRSLY. You have no idea how much this excites me.
Girls (+ Husbands and Fiances of those Girls),
My head is spinning. Get here fast.
Anxiously awaiting your arrival,
m.
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