Wednesday, November 27

Swan Lake

one. anthropologie dress * two. kate spade heels * three. 3.1 philip lim bag
four. kate spade earrings * five. deborah lippmann polish

There's something about the holidays that makes me crave fancy dresses and sparkly things, though despite the occasion there's never a need to get this dressed up. I love the tulle skirt and floral lace appliques on this dress from Anthropologie, it reminds me of a ballerina. Keeping with that ballet inspired theme, I would pair it will a feathery clutch and heels and rosegold nail polish to match. 

Tuesday, November 26

Gluten Free Cauliflower Pizza Crust

Amongst the many wonderful recipes and things you can find on Pinterest, I (semi) recently discovered a recipe for a gluten free cauliflower pizza crust. A lot of people in my life are gluten free so I am always on the lookout for new recipes to try and share with them, anything to make life a little easier. So naturally, I couldn't wait to give it a go. The recipe was simple and came together quickly. I've made it twice now and tailored it a bit to my tastes (less salt and garlic and different cheeses).
While it's not actual bread, it does prove to be a close second. The cauliflower takes on the flavors of the cheeses and spices it's mixed with and holds up pretty well to the weight of the sauce and cheese topping. I have been so pleased with the results. And an added bonus, you can just melt a little crushed garlic and butter on top and turn it into garlic (almost) bread!

1 cup cooked cauliflower, mashed or riced
1/2 cup shredded mozzarella cheese, but we prefer a cheddar/mozzarella/monterey jack mix
1/2 parmesan cheese
1 egg, beaten
1 tsp dried oregano
1/2 tsp garlic salt
olive oil (for pan)

How to:
Preheat oven to 450 degrees.
Chop cauliflower into florets and steam until soft.
If you have a ricer, put the cauliflower through it. If not, mash it in a bowl until it is well, mashed. 
Add the mashed or riced cauliflower to a medium bowl and combine with the cheeses, egg, oregano, and garlic salt. 
Prepare your baking sheet by spreading a small amount olive oil on it. An olive oil spray is just fine as well. 
Spread the cauliflower mixture on the baking sheet, using your hands to pat it down, making sure it's even. Thickness depends on how your prefer your crust. We have noticed that a slightly thicker crust works a bit better, supports the weight of the sauce and cheese.
Bake for 15 minutes and remove from oven.
Decorate your pizza, and pop back in the oven until cheese is melted. Remove, serve, and enjoy!

Monday, November 25

Sweater & Skirt

j. crew sweater // h&m skirt // rag & bone boots // ray-ban sunglasses
j. crew earrings // stella & dot necklace // mulberry handbag

I wore this outfit the weekend before this last one. It was much too cold this weekend for anything less than being all bundled up. Hats, scarves, and gloves were required, such a contrast from the sunny and warm weather we had just last weekend. And back to talking about the outfit... I felt a bit like Jess Day from New Girl in this sweater and skirt combo, but she is hardly the worst television character I have not intentionally channeled while putting together an outfit. 

I hope you enjoyed your weekend!

Saturday, November 23


The rest of the photos from our visit to Boston... 
We walked through the Public Garden and Common on our way to Faneuil Hall.
 Rooftops in Beacon Hill.
Our favorite brunch spot in Boston. We go there every time we are in town. 
And we order the same thing... a western omelet and chocolate chip pancakes and split them.
Speaking of brunch... Happy Saturday everyone!

Friday, November 22

Massachusetts Lawyer!

Oh dear... I can't believe it's Friday already. Where did the week go? I've certainly done a fantastic job at neglecting this blog, but things have been busy.

On Wednesday JD and I were in Boston for him to be sworn in, officially, as a lawyer in the state of Massachusetts. The ceremony was lovely and held in the historic and beautiful Faneuil Hall which was built in 1742. I very much enjoyed the history lesson provided by Clerk Doyle in her welcome speech. JD said he wanted to laugh, thinking of me sitting up on the balcony, getting such a kick out of it. Once the new lawyers took their oaths and were officially sworn in I went downstairs to watch JD sign the scroll and accompanied him on stage to receive his license. In Massachusetts, at least, they allow a family member or friend to present the new lawyers with their license. It follows in an old tradition where lawyers would be sworn in in open court, with the approval and support of another attorney.

I am so very proud of you, JD.

After the ceremony we paid a quick visit to Quincy Market since we had never actually ventured over to that area of Boston before, together at least (school trip circa 2000 for me). We then did our usual loop, a walk along the pretty brick streets of Beacon Hill, straight to the Paramount for brunch. Then we bought our Christmas cards at Paper Source and walked around a little bit more before heading out. Believe it or not, we bought our Christmas cards from Paper Source in Boston last year too... I think it is becoming a tradition. Maybe next year we'll be living there. JD? Who knows. (:

Enjoy this weekend!

Tuesday, November 19


We had big plans for the weekend, very ambitious and time consuming plans, so naturally we only got halfway through the list. On Saturday we were going to build shelves in my mother's garage and bottle out wine, and Sunday we were going to brew beer. Then there were the errands to collect all of the appropriate materials, dinner reservations, and plans to run. By the time we returned from our run on Saturday morning it was already almost noon. Then we went to the beer and wine shop to pick up the corker, stopped for lunch, switched cars, and went to Home Depot to get the wood for the shelves. By the time we arrived back at the house it was six o'clock. We woke up much earlier on Sunday and built the shelves but that project took longer than anticipated and so we only bottled the wine afterwards. No beer was brewed. 

And that was a super boring recap of my weekend. I'll leave you with pretty pictures from our run to the bay. 

Thursday, November 14


one.  j. crew necklace // two. rebecca taylor top
three. sam edelman booties // four. mulberry bag // five. h&m pants

The colder the weather gets, the darker my choice in clothing seems to get. I think it's a New York thing. By December everyone will be dressed completely in black, complete with hats and gloves, and avoiding the streets closest to the river. Or at least that last part is just me. That icy wind will hit you like a ton of bricks. I love the sweet peplum detail of this Rebecca Taylor top, and the deep burgundy of these H&M pants is one of my favorites. I also love that this is one of those great transitional outfits that you could wear during the day around town or to the office (depending on your dress code, of course) and then later in the evening for dinner and/or drinks. 

Wednesday, November 13

Exit Through the Gift Shop

I'll be the first to admit that I don't usually "get" modern art. It just doesn't do it for me. I'm more of a landscapes and paintings of horses kind of girl.* However, just because it's not my thing doesn't mean I can't or don't appreciate it. I just think some of it is a bit ridiculous. 

The other evening JD and I settled into bed and watched Exit Through the Gift Shop. I was skeptical at first being as I'm not big into documentaries either. Stupid comedies and musicals? I'll take those, please. 

The movie was good and I very much enjoyed it. If you're unfamiliar with the film, it follows the story of a French "filmmaker" turned "street artist" named Thierry. He starts out wanting to capture everything and anything due to a traumatic event in his childhood, and has an obsession with his video camera. His family must be made up of saints to tolerate that kind of behaviour. And so he begins filming street artists and continues to meet new ones and film them, telling them all that he is a filmmaker and is producing a documentary about street art. Though at one point, Thierry says in an interview that he never really had intentions of creating a documentary. When he is finally prompted by Banksy to compose one, it is reminiscent of a delirious nightmare. At Banksy's suggestion that he perhaps focus on art instead, Thierry renames himself "Mr. Brainwash" and throws a huge art show in an abandoned studio. Most of the art appears to be not even composed by him, he hires a ton of people to make it for him. He also appears to have absolutely no artistic thought or process, he just does what everyone else is doing.

The film definitely makes a statement as to what is art, who is an artist, and what exactly it is that makes art collectors fall for all of it. In a scene leading up to Thierry's exhibit opening, they show him on the phone, selling pieces in advance, before any of his work has been viewed. He lists ridiculously high prices ($18-30,000) and actually sells a few as the press has been forced to catch wind of it thanks to favors from fellow artists such as Banksy. The worst part is that Banksy's quote about him wasn't even nice..... yet everyone somehow missed that.

The film really made me think, but mostly about my own opinions. The whole thing is ridiculous. The public is told that this is something they should care about, and so they do, regardless of the quality and originality of the pieces. "Mr. Brainwash" promises the first two hundred people at his show original, one of a kind pieces so he takes to his printer and splashes them with paint. It's no artistic statement, there is no thought going into it. It is simply a man in a rolling desk chair, trying to save himself from a crowd of angry "fans". 

Some have said that Exit Through the Gift Shop is just another Banksy stunt, that Thierry/Mr. Brainwash isn't real. I'd believe it, that man/character is beyond obnoxious. Who knows. 

Yes, I'm aware that I'm way late to this whole Banksy party, but as previously mentioned, I don't care. 

And since a post without a picture just wouldn't do, here is my favorite Banksy.

* That was a joke, and a reference to 30 Rock... just incase you missed it and now think I'm an asshole. 

Monday, November 11

Autumn in Central Park

The first week in November is always my favorite for looking at the leaves in Central Park. Though a lot are already on the ground, the colors of those remaining on their trees are the prettiest. Yesterday JD and I went up to the top of Central Park to take in the leaves and visit the Harlem Meer and Conservatory Garden, an area of the park I had never been to. We've been trying to visit different parts of the park instead of going to the same spots over and over again. I don't know why this keeps happening, but every single time I go uptown the weather turns miserable. It doesn't matter seem to matter how far north I go, once I leave the village the sun disappears. We came up the stairs and out of the subway at 110th Street to dark gray clouds looming overhead with no end in sight. Just as we reached the garden a light rain started to fall. It followed us down to the eighties where we exited the park in search of lunch. But we enjoyed our afternoon regardless of the rainclouds.

Saturday is a story for another day.

Friday, November 8


All week I've been wanting to write about invitations and why people seem to think it's a great idea to just not respond to them if they'd rather not go, but everything I wrote sounded bitter. It was an impossible task, and a bad idea, and to be frank, I'm quite annoyed by this whole situation. People can be so unbelievably rude.

I may be a bit old fashioned, but whenever I receive an invitation, regardless of form, I always make it a point to respond. People need to know if you're coming so they can prepare. But in today's world of texts and social media invites, people for some reason think it's easier to pretend that the lines got crossed and they never got your message than type back a quick and simple, "sorry, can't make it". It's not like you have to say anything complicated. Personally, I'm more offended when people don't take the thirty seconds to respond than when they can't make it. I don't blame you for having to work, not feeling well, or really just wanting to stay home. I've been there and it's fine by me, just let me know, for crying out loud! There's no need to elaborate.

All that makes me do is want to permanently eliminate you from future guest lists. 

So blog world, I think I'll pose a question. How do you, personally, respond to invitations you'd rather not accept?

Wednesday, November 6

Back to Basics

one. h&m sweater // two. anthropologie gloves // three. topshop skirt
four. reed krakoff bag // five. j. crew heels

When all else fails, those mornings when you pull nearly every piece out of your closet and declare you have nothing to wear in a fit of exasperation, that's when I go back to the basics. While some may call it boring, simple, basic pieces can be just the thing to lift you out of a style rut. You can dress them up or down and with the right accessories create a whole new look.

I'm loving these plaid gloves from Anthro, they're just darling with the littles bows. And I've had my eye on these cheetah print heels for ages. They would certainly give an edge to such a simple look. A colorful statement necklace or scarf would make equally nice additions.

And as always, I kind of wish this is what I was wearing this today.

Tuesday, November 5

Adventures in Parking

Today, as it is election day and alternate side parking is suspended, my car is sitting pretty up the street. It won't need to be moved until Friday. That's the dream, isn't it? I wonder what adventure awaits me then... You see, every time since that very first time when I had a run in with the fire department while moving my car has bordered on ridiculous. This is the story of the second time I had to move the car.

It was a Monday morning and I was parked on a very wide and relatively quite street in the West Village, patiently waiting for the street sweeper to come through. I circled the block once and it ended up just ahead of me at the light with a police car following closely behind to ticket any unmoved cars. When the sweeper went up the street a large white truck with the name of a party company printed in large red letters on the back pulled off to the middle of the street until it passed and then began backing up to park along the side. The truck did not stop in a legal spot, and instead blocked the driveway of a hardware shop. A man stood out on the sidewalk and talked to the driver. 

When the light changed I was the first car to arrive on the street and pulled up to the first spot. All of a sudden this truck starts reversing, getting dangerously close to my car. The man was still standing on the sidewalk, but now he was shouting at the driver and waving his arms. As a precaution I backed up more than I thought I would need to. I had already decided that this truck driver was an idiot. He nearly backed right into me! He didn't even bother to look. I rolled down my window to hear what was being said. The man turned out to be the owner of the hardware store, and the very same truck driver had been intentionally blocking the shop's driveway all week, ignoring every request for him to move. Finally, after what seemed like ages of arguing, the man announced he was going to get the police to sort this out. The station is just up the block and within minutes he returned with an officer, recounting the tale of how the driver was impeding deliveries and cursing at him whenever asked to move. The officer ordered the truck driver to move and did not write him a ticket to the dismay of the shop owner, and myself. I mean, the guy almost reversed onto my car. That's not cool. I shudder to think what would have happened had I not been sitting it in at that very moment. What kind of reaction is that anyway? "Oh yes, just let me block your driveway even more sir. Is that a parked car behind me? Excellent, I'll crush it too, for fun." 

I wonder what city agency I'll encounter on Friday. 

Monday, November 4


It's official, JD is going to be a lawyer in New York and Massachusetts! He got the news about New York last week and I've been waiting to write a post about it since he heard from Massachusetts a few weeks ago. We've been pretty excited about it over here. Wednesday evening, I went to meet JD's coworkers to celebrate in Brooklyn. We went to a bar in this pretty old building in Park Slope. I took a picture of the window, it was just too pretty not to. Also, the camera on my new phone is surprisingly decent in low light situations.
 On Thursday, this girl, and by that I mean almost eight pound Mischa, dressed up for Halloween in her most festive collar with little spiders dangling from the ends. This dog loves getting dressed up to the point where it boarders on ridiculous. The second I put the collar on she ran around the house showing off. Once she settled down a bit she had time to pull off a few of the spiders. 
 Saturday the doggies played follow the leader in the yard with all of the pretty Autumn colors. We had such gorgeous weather on Saturday. I was outside in a dress all day with my coat open and completely comfortable. It was absolutely lovely. Then yesterday it felt like winter, so windy and cold. 

I hope you enjoyed your weekend.