What Makes Someone A New Yorker?

I love hearing why other people love New York (or their own favorite city), especially when it's from someone I wouldn't expect. Like actress Kathy Najimy in New York Magazine:

What makes someone a New Yorker? 
A rusty battery in their heart that never runs out? An insatiable unending current of desire to create and be astounded? An unwarranted excitement for spring clothes that people in normal-weathered places take for granted? A pull to stop and really listen to and appreciate the guy in front of the McDonald's in Times Square playing "Moonglow" on his sax? When they are hideously mean one moment and then the next they would give their life for you? That's a New Yorker.

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(Rocky Mountain High) Weekend in Pictures

{colorado rolled out the welcome wagon wheels}

{welcome art, care of our two year old hostess}

{my friend jessica's cute and cozy living room}

{sunshine & icicles in april}

{suburban garage sale-ing. anyone need a party grill?}

{an impressive collection of babysitter's club books, my fave as a kid}

{flying off into the sunset}

{bye, Rockies!}

This weekend my friend Nicolle and I headed west to Colorado to visit an NYC friend who moved out there last year. We had a low key weekend of enjoying suburban comforts (Target! thrift stores! a washing machine!) while being highly entertained by the energetic two year old, Ellie. Ellie refused to learn our names, so Nicolle and I were "girl" all weekend. As in, "Girl, come to Ellie's room." "Play play-doh, Girl." Pretty cute. And it's always nice to get out of the city for a bit, but my heart definitely skips a beat when I see the lights of Manhattan twinkling from the air. Good to be home.

For Your Friday

Because it's Friday, and because Mr. Rogers is wonderful, here's a video of Mr. Rogers learning to breakdance. Also, the very wise Mr. Rogers quote that's been passed around a lot this week, in the aftermath of the events in Boston, reminding us to look for the helpers. Happy weekend!

Picnic Ready

Wouldn't these cute spoons be perfect to have around for picnics? They're acrylic and washable, but not as clunky as taking real silverware to the park. Who's ready for spring picnics?!

(Another Wedding Cake) Weekend in Pictures

{wedding cake transport in the back of a cab}

{swiss dots and pink peonies for my roommate's wedding}

{adorably vintage cake knife}

{roses, beheaded, that didn't make it onto the cake}

{cocktail hour on the roof}

{perfect new york city views}

{sparklers during the first dance}

{leftover wedding cake batter turned cupcakes}

{visiting my new friend ledley, he's the best}

This weekend was all about wedding cake. Finishing baking, frosting and delivering the cake for my roommate's wedding, then topping it with pink peonies. I loved it! (Are you supposed to compliment your own cakes? Oops, oh well!) Other than the wedding it was a low key weekend, recovering from a bit too much celebrating and visiting my friend's new puppy who has polka dotted paws. Hope your weekend was lovely, friends!

1950s London

I love a good movie or show set in another time period, don't you? It's like watching history come alive. Netflix knows this about me, that's why I have several "taste preference rows" (or whatever they're called) based on period films. (One is even called "Sentimental Romantic 20th Century Period Pieces" ...yikes, embarrassing.) So when I heard about Call the Midwife, set in 1950s London, I pretty much inhaled it.



Based off the memoirs of Jennifer Worth, who was a midwife in 1950s London, the show follows new midwife Jenny as she learn the ropes from her new friends and a few nuns. I wasn't initially drawn in by the idea of a show about midwives, but it ended up being really fascinating. And of course there's love interests, eccentric characters, and everything else you'd want from a great British period drama. The first season is available to watch on Netflix, and the second season just started on PBS! It's a good holdover until Downton is back.

Photo via the BBC.

(Easter Brunch) Weekend in Pictures

{setting the table for Easter brunch, complete with jelly beans and cadbury mini eggs}

{spring tulips + baby's breath in french yogurt jars}

{bunny cake. her name is tulip. don't ask.}

{tracey's plate. my favorite because it included bunny gummies}

{our entertainment for the afternoon, wren}

{boxing up leftover biscuits and cinnamon rolls}

Happy (day late) Easter! I hosted the annual Easter brunch in my back garden (well, not mine, exactly) yesterday, and it was a delightful time. I gave up pretty much all fun food (grains, dairy, sugar...) for Lent, so I went a bit overboard with the baking: biscuits, cinnamon rolls, and a cake in the shape of a bunny. Our littlest pal Wren came and entertained us with her endearing giggles. She was only a twinkle in her parents' eyes when these Easter brunches started!

I hope your Easter was lovely :)

Bunny cake & Wren photos stolen from Wren's Dad, Tracey's plate stolen from her Instagram.