Friday, July 3

bad blood

bad blood | prosecco in the park
bad blood | prosecco in the park
bad blood | prosecco in the park
bad blood | prosecco in the park
bad blood | prosecco in the park
 It's a three holiday weekend so this week I thought I'd share a breakfast cocktail to get things started on a fun note. After all, there is no reason not to today. This drink is a play on the popular brunch cocktail called the blood and sand. It is also the name of a Taylor Swift song. A blood and sand is typically made with cherry liqueur, a flavor I am less than fond of. As I've learned through trial and error, it's a flavor that really makes this drink taste the way it does. While JD happily enjoys sipping them at brunch, despite my love of whiskey I am not a fan. So, I did what I always do with recipes, alter them to suit my needs. I swapped cherry for raspberry liqueur and gave it a biting name. 

I really like this one a lot, the raspberry gives the drink a completely different flavor. It's sweet but not overly so and you can still taste each of the flavors, something the cherry liqueur masked. I also love that you can bring this cocktail with you throughout the day, it's not exclusively a brunch thing. I always feel a bit silly sipping a late afternoon mimosa, though I'm never really opposed. This one, bad blood, comes highly recommended. 

3/4 ounce scotch 
3/4 ounce sweet vermouth
3/4 ounce chambord
3/4 ounce orange juice

In a shaker or large glass combine scotch, vermouth, chambord, and orange juice. Pour over ice, garnish with a raspberry, enjoy!
bad blood | prosecco in the park
Have a safe and happy Fourth of July! And please let me know what you think if you try this one!

Thursday, July 2

beach day

j. crew coverup {last seen here} . j. crew swimsuit {sold out / similar top and bottom} . zara sandals {old / similar} . le specs sunglasses . butter london nail polish in "primrose hill picnic"

I'm going to keep things short and sweet today as I've got a lot going on. Tuesday afternoon was spent soaking up sun at the beach. This is what I wore. I had been eyeing this super cute printed coverup for quite a while and finally scooped it up last week for 25$, believe it or not. I love it when things work out like that. I paired it with I swimsuit I picked up back in February and hot pink sandals. It's funny, when I bought them I was worried I wouldn't get a enough use out of them. Hot pink sandals felt like a frivolous buy for me, but this is my third summer wearing them and I'm still excitedly planning outfits to wear them with. Imagine if I hadn't bought them, like that red Ferragamo pair... a face palm smiley should go here.

Wednesday, July 1

stars + stripes

When dressing for the fourth I like to feel patriotic without being over the top or costume-y. Usually I stick to solids and stripes. I think last year I wore a navy and white striped tank, a pair of jeans, and red nails and lips. It was one of those overcast, gloomy days that have been making too many appearances lately. I'm not quite sure what our plans are going to be this year so I compiled a somewhat transitional look. I've said it about a hundred times by now but I can never get enough poppy red. Never. I'd pair this silky white anchor print top with a bright brush stroke striped skirt with matching heels that tie at the ankles. (I have been absolutely obsessed with these shoes since spotting them on Farfetch about a month ago.) Red, white, and blue that can be worn anywhere and doesn't need to be reserved for special occasions. I suppose technically it would be anchors and almost stripes, but you get the idea. I'd top it off with a neutral handbag and fresh white nail polish. 

Happy first day of July! What are you planning for the 4th?

Tuesday, June 30

summer sunday

Sunday JD and I went to go see the final ASSSSCAT of the Del Close Marathon where the fact that I am old was magnified tenfold. First by the 10pm showtime. How I manage to stay awake and functioning at work until 3am is beyond me right now. I'm in for a treat this fall. Second by something the beautiful Amy Poehler said. Amy, Ian Roberts and Matt Walsh took turns doing monologues. Ian told a story about a class in middle school where some kid climbed some thing and refused to get down. Amy capped it off by saying, "back then I would have been like "fuck that guy" (referring to the teacher trying to keep order), but now I'm like "fuck that kid, get him down!" Same. 

Yesterday we went to lunch at an island burrito shop that is always plagued by teenagers. Maybe it's because there are so few of them in Manhattan. Maybe it's because the ones I know are old folks at heart. But I just don't get them. I feel so out of the loop. And if I hear someone misuse the word "random" one more time. My goodness. Meeting your bff for a pre-planned event is in absolutely no way "random". It would be random if you fell into a well on your way there. 

I wore this to the show on Sunday. Believe it or not, that's not a pajama top. It has been cool these last few days and I happily took advantage of that by wearing pants. As it had been raining on and off I stuck with boat shoes (something I don't mind getting wet) and carried an umbrella in my bag, just incase.

Friday, June 26


pamplona | prosecco in the park
I wasn't quite sure what to call this one. With the addition of grapefruit it could be called a "black paloma". Without the soda it could be called a "brave bull". I like the latter. It reminds me of Hemingway, the twenties, that's always how I like to spend my summers. It started years ago with the original scroll of Kerouac's On the Road. Then I went further back rereading The Great Gatsby before The Paris Wife and the other half of that story, The Sun Also Rises. Each summer I shamelessly travel back in time to my favorite era. I had Z: A Novel of Zelda lined up for this week (it's actually been on my bookshelf and reading list for an embarrassing amount of time by now) but I forgot it at my apartment in the midst of packing up every last ounce of laundry to wash without charge at my mother's house. It's quite disappointing, but I'll get to it next week. I digress. 

My cousin Brett stopped by earlier in the week for a drink on his way home. This one was entirely his creation. I like to give credit where it's due, that's important. I wouldn't want to rip off someone else's paloma. 
pamplona | prosecco in the park
pamplona | prosecco in the park
pamplona | prosecco in the park
We settled on tequila and coffee, which quickly turned into the liqueur version and a dash of soda with lime. I take my espresso with a lemon rind, but for some reason thought the addition of citrus might too much. Wrong. I was pleasantly surprised. 

This drink tastes like coffee and nothing at all like tequila. A nice replacement to your morning coffee while on vacation, the kind of thing Hemingway might sip while leaning over a hotel balcony in Pamplona to get a better view of the bulls rushing down the streets below. 

1 ounce tequila
1 ounce kahlua
a drop of lime juice
soda water

In a large glass combine tequila and kahlua. Pour over ice, add a drop of lime juice and top with soda water. Stir for good measure and enjoy.

Have a wonderful weekend! And if you're going to be in NYC, I highly recommend checking out the Del Close Marathon which starts today and goes through Sunday.