Thursday, March 30, 2017

Summer Staples Shopping Haul

Hamilton sent me a text last week with a photo of the cutest pair of shorts.  And like the epic friend I am, I ordered them for myself too.

Twinsies.




Old Navy was having a sale and then another discount on top of that and I really needed a few basics to get me through the summer months.  I am forever seeking white t-shirts.  It's just a constant quest in my life so be sure to let me know if you find a good one.  I picked up two, plus a bunch of other cute goodies.




But to change it up, I made a little shopping haul video.  

I like watching them so I thought it might be fun to make one.  It's short and sweet and you can watch it HERE.

Have you picked up any fun wardrobe staples lately?  What's the must have item you're constantly searching for?

XOKK

Thursday, March 23, 2017

Raised Up By PBS

My earliest memory of watching PBS is getting to stay up late to watch the little black and white TV in my parents' bedroom.  Peter Paul and Mary had a concert on PBS, and because we were such big fans in my home, my dad let me watch the whole thing.  I laid on the end of the bed, chin resting my my hands, listening to all of my favorites.  To this day, I can still sing every song.  But nothing brings out my waterworks like Puff The Magic Dragon.  




My favorite episode of Sesame Street is still the episode circa early 80's when they showed crayons being made in a factory.  I was fascinated by the colors and process to go from bits of wax to a new, full box of Crayolas.  As a kid growing up in suburbia in a state that didn't have many factories, this was my first exposure to how things are made in mass production.  It's stuck with me.

My exposure to music and theater and film began because of three little letters.  PBS.  

But it didn't end in the 90's when everyone found their way to cable television and Internet.  PBS remained a staple in my life, as well as the lives of millions of Americans.  

PBS continues to be my connection to new music, theater, film, and news.  PBS was teaching us to cook long before Food Network was even imagined.  And I still find old episodes of Julia, Martha, and the fabulous America's Test Kitchen playing on the weekends.  

Raise your hand if you have seen the Les Mis 25th anniversary episode at least half a dozen times but still well up when all the Jean Valjeans are lined up onstage at the end.  I'm not the only one, right?  With the flags and each one taking a line and everyone singing along....it never gets old!

But even if none of that played a part in your childhood, adolescence, young adulthood, and inching up on middle age years...you certainly watched Downton Abbey.  I mean, by the final two seasons, it was super mainstream {where were you people for the first two seasons when it was just me and a girl I barely knew in high school talking about it?}.  

PBS is not just part of our lives, it's helps raise us up.  It teaches kids.  It teaches teens.  It teaches adults.  It gives us something that even with all the extra options available these days online, you still can't find anywhere else.  It's an untouched corner because it still does it right.  PBS pushes boundaries and broadens horizons.  PBS raises everyone up!

PBS is important.

Not just nice or fun.  Not just something to watch on a Sunday night.  Not just another channel.  It's important.

It's important to have PBS as a safe space in this world to learn that the world is a rainbow of colors and abilities and backgrounds.  It's important to have PBS as a welcoming place in this world to known you are not alone in your curiosity about animals and nature and music and culture.  It's important to have PBS as an encouraging champion in this world to expand your mind and grow as a person and to push beyond what you ever realized was possible.  




It puts a pit in my stomach to think that we are this close to eliminating funding for fundamental aspects of our American life such as arts and PBS, health care for all, Meals on Wheels, etc so that the Wall Street rich can get richer, and the racist monument wall can go up.  We are all better than that.  We as a nation are so much better than all of this insanity!  I'd rather see Big Bird than a big wall, any day of the week!

This country cannot afford to be materially rich and spiritually poor.  ~JFK


XO KK


Wednesday, March 22, 2017

From September 11th To Broadway: Come From Away

On September 11, 2001, planes that were mid flight when American airspace closed, were diverted elsewhere until the US could get a handle on the emerging situation.  38 of those planes, carrying nearly 7000 people, were diverted to the tiny town of Gander, Newfoundland, population 10,000.

When I think about September 11th, I think of a few things.  The big picture of the Twin Towers, Pentagon, and the fourth plane in PA.  The little picture of where I was and what I did that morning and the rest of the day.  Or a few days later learning a friend lost his father in the Pentagon.  And finally the domino effect that would happen over the nearly two decades that followed that day.

But I have never thought about all the planes that were already in the air that day and how their stories would unfold.  What those planes and people would do and where they would go and what they must have felt like to have that additional connection to the bigger picture.




Come From Away, the new Broadway hit show, takes us to Gander.  We meet the people who were on the planes and the people who literally opened up their homes and hearts as their town nearly doubled in the middle of the night.  Come From Away highlights the hustle to find food and shelter for everyone on these planes, including babies and pets, the shock and fear that came over everyone as they finally learned what had happened when they were stuck on planes for over a day without information from the outside world, and how groups of strangers coped in the midst of it all.

As I mentioned yesterday, I read about this show a few weeks ago and immediately decided it was going to be a hit.  My visit to NYC to see my friends Hamilton and Eliza perfectly lined up with the opening week of Come From Away, further adding to the awesomeness of my weekend.  After reading exactly one NPR article and listening to the soundtrack, I boldly declared that Come From Away was the next Hamilton.  And then I hoped no one would remember me saying that.  

Everyone remembers me saying that.  But thankfully, I was right!




Come From Away is amazing!  The show itself is performed without a big set change, using minimal props, and without an intermission.  The cast members each play multiple characters, spectacularly portraying the passengers and the Gander locals, in a way that never once feels confusing.  The transitions are quick and seamless and I am still stunned how they manage to pull it all off.  When they were on a plane or bus or in a coffee shop, I felt it.  I could see that plane or bus or coffee shop, clear as day, despite using the same minimal set and chairs and cast members for each of those scenes.  It's brave and incredibly fresh!

This show is universally relatable.  Everyone in the world can tell you their own personal tale from September 11th.  It's not just an American story; it's a global story that is still playing out today.  To see these passengers who were not just American, but hailing from all over the world, go through this experience together in a tiny Canadian town, hits home in new ways.  It's unbelievable relevant today!

The music, the stories, the writing, and the cast are, in one word, brilliant!  I cried a few times, I laughed constantly, and I found myself grinning from ear to ear throughout the entire show.  

While I loved the complete experience, by far the stand out cast member was Jenn Colella, who so beautifully portrays Beverly Bass, the first female American Airlines pilot.  Her voice is incredible and has the power to take you through each new story without missing a beat.  I get emotional and inspired every time I listen to Me and the Sky.  




I feel so lucky to say I saw this new show at the end of it's first week on Broadway.  Not just because it's sure to be a huge hit and impossible to get tickets for now that the secret is out.  Mostly because Come From Away took me to places emotionally that are rare and special.  I both cried and laughed more than I expected, fell in love with the thousands of characters portrayed by about a dozen cast members, gained a broader understanding of the global impact of 9/11, and shared it all with Hamilton and Eliza.  

If you have the opportunity, I absolutely recommend seeing Come From Away!  You will love it!

XO KK

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Squirrel Sisters And Silver Linings: I Had A Perfect Weekend

Some weekends are nice.  Some are productive or busy or fun or good.  But then once in a blue moon you find yourself in the middle of a tip to tail, truly brilliant weekend.  Where plans workout, and you laugh so hard and so frequently that you forget all the everyday stresses, but you fit in the deep conversation too, as well as the warm fuzzies.  And on top of all of that, you eat your way through the most fabulous city.

I had a perfect weekend.  

Friday was sunshiny and lovely up here in the North Pole, making the quick drive in the afternoon to the train station the start of my happy little weekend.  I hopped on a train down to NYC and soaked up all the pretty views of the Hudson River along the way.  Rivers and barns and nature and sunshine and old homes and abandoned ice houses and bridges, oh my.  My little nerdy heart was calm and smiling.  




I managed to meet Hamilton in Penn Station without issue, which is a crying miracle given the total chaotic scene that it was on Friday night.  Big hugs and smiles were had, with a side of my screeching high pitched excited voice for good measure.  And off we went to meet the lovely Eliza.

A few equally chaotic subway rides and an easy walk later, I found myself in the far calmer UES in a lovely building with terrazzo floors and archways that reminded me of my childhood home in the best possible ways.  Every train and subway car I rode on that day was blasted hot so I was equal parts excited to take off my coat and duck boots, and to meet the lovely Eliza.  I feel like I was the most disheveled representation of myself for a meeting that was so long in the making.  But thankfully, no one seemed to notice.

Hamilton and I are sorority sisters who haven't seen each other since shortly after college, but we now talk daily.  It's been the most fun to build a new friendship on an old foundation!  But Eliza, Hamilton's wife, and I had never before met.  I felt like I knew her because Hamilton talks about her so frequently.  And Hamilton's stories are always glowing, so I knew I would love her wife.  But there's still just nothing like putting a real human with all the stories.  

I didn't just like Eliza though, I loved her.  She's smart, funny, beautiful, and kind beyond measure.  Hamilton and Eliza are two lucky little lobsters to have found each other!  

Sushi and Old Hattans {Hamilton's hybrid of an Old Fashioned and a Manhattan that was flipping delicious} and laughter filled up the Friday night agenda.  While all the crazies were out on the town guzzling gross green beer for St. Patrick's Day, we were snug as bugs inside catching up.  It was delightful!

Saturday morning included two breakfasts.  Because our breakfast breakfast was scheduled for later in the morning, we had a pre-breakfast breakfast of pain au chocolat and coffee.  I mean, literally nothing bad can possibly happen on a day when you have two breakfasts.  The best meal of the day...twice.  The second breakfast was equally delicious and this time included a new, sweet friend and her little dog too!

And then we were off to wander about for a bit.  

Hamilton is so nicknamed on this blog because we are both huge fans of the musical and every geeky thing that goes along with it.  I'm zero percent embarrassed to tell you we have had countless conversations that start with "did you see this article" or "go read Lin's tweet" or "I just heard that..." So in true Hamilton awesomeness, she took me all over on a mini Alexander Hamilton NYC tour.  We saw their graves, which was extra beautiful given my love of old cemeteries.  But it makes this portion of the story telling odd given that I have nicknamed my friend and her wife Hamilton and Eliza.  Someone did not think this thing through...  Typical.

We also went to see Fearless Girl.  Y'all...she's amazing.  Next time you are in NYC, pop over to get a dose of inspiration!  As we were standing there with a misting rain coming down and 100 tourists making a good photo nearly impossible, Hamilton whispers, "What a little badass!"  I couldn't have said it better myself. {Photo courtesy of Hamilton who was more patient than I was to wait for a good shot!}




Next we made our way to Fraunces Tavern, where George Washington gave his farewell address to the Continental Army.  It a beautiful bar, restaurant, and museum with lots of small rooms that give it a very intimate and cozy feel.  We sat in deep, old leather chairs by a fire and sipped bourbon and never stopped talking.  It was perfection.  




I had a moment when I was talking to Eliza and Hamilton and thought to myself, I am having the best time.  It was similar to an exhale, where you just let it all go, feel comfortable and peaceful.  I felt like I could be myself all weekend and I'm welling up realizing how powerful that is.  




{Truth bubble, not everything was perfection.  The company and tour were amazing, but by this point in the day I was annoyed with my jean situation.  Like ever woman, I have the full denim tour on the top shelf of my closet.  Big jeans and little jeans, fat day jeans and skinny day jeans, wide leg jeans and boot leg jeans and skinny leg jeans and jeggings and ripped boyfriend jeans and all the jeans.  I'm between sizes {and have been for years}.  So when I went to put on my jeans while packing and realized the skinny day skinny jeans were not happening, I picked my fat day skinny jeans.  However, I didn't factor in that they grow.  So by mid day on Saturday, I felt like I looked a ridiculous hot mess again with jeans that were wonky and baggy, even though they were meant to be skinny.  I have no idea if Hamilton and Eliza noticed.  And it in no way changed my awesome day.  But I'd be lying if I didn't admit I was irritated with myself for not thinking through the denim decision before leaving home.}




Fraunces Tavern was great, but between the warm fire, comfy chairs, and Enya music playing, we either needed to settle in for a long winter's nap or head to our next stop.  So off we went to Sel Rrose for the most delicious meal.  We indulged on an insane amount of oysters, truffle fries and bubbly, which is the most brilliant combination of pure gluttony.  And this is where my very favorite weekend moment happened.  Hamilton just smiled and said "I'm so happy."  Eliza and I giggled because it was out of the blue and truly just the most sincere moment.  But I felt the same.  Some moments are just so good that you need to be mushy and tell your people that this is a special day and you're glad to be a part of it.  I felt so humbled right then because it was the kindest thing to hear someone say that a day spent with you and their wife made them happy.  How in the world did I get so lucky to be in that little, perfect, glittery spec of time?!




After more food than any of us needed {and the moans of being too full later}, we headed to see Come From Away on Broadway.  Because this post is novel length already, I'm going to give this spectacular show a proper review tomorrow.  I declared several weeks ago after reading exactly one NPR article and listening to the soundtrack that Come From Away was the next big hit.  Actually, I called it the next Hamilton. I was nervous and regretted such a lofty declaration because that's a pretty big statement for a show that at the time hadn't even opened on Broadway yet. It turns out though that Come From Away is even better than I imagined. Put it on your must see list, my friends! 




My only real request for my visit wasn't anything over the top.  It was simply to have a really good bagel, my true carb love.  So Sunday morning, my carby dreams came true, topped with cream cheese and lox.  I can't remember a time in my life that I didn't love bagels with cream cheese and lox on them.  Pure comfort food!  

Morning bagels and chatter left us just enough time for a leisurely walk in the sunshine through Central Park.  Which was bright and cheerful and brimming with life on a Sunday morning.  






It's funny how life works.  A year ago, I hoped a lot of things would look very differently than they do today.  But the world keeps spinning, regardless of whether we're having a good season or bad season.  So we do our best to relish the highs, and find the silver lining in the lows.  






Squirrel sisters and silver linings...these are a few of my favorite things!  

XO KK

Monday, March 20, 2017

Hamilton, Exposed!

Some days are just so good for the soul that they fill your proverbial bucket right up.  I had three of those days this past weekend and I hope this lovely bubble of happy and calm never wears off.

I'm going to tell you all about my weekend tomorrow when I have more time to write it all down.  But today, I'm just posting a little shout out and thank you to my sweet Squirrel Sister, Hamilton.  She made this whole weekend possible and was the best host, tour guide, weekend planner, dog pimp, and friend a girl could ask for!

Hamilton also said she was okay with having her photo on le blog.  I didn't get it in writing, but there was a witness to the conversation.  




So friends...meet Hamilton.  Sorority sister, dear friend, all around adorable human.  She lets me ramble on endlessly about buildings the world has long since forgotten, bands no one has heard of, and literally every tedious thought that happens between my two ears.  Also, the inventor of the next big gastronomy crazy {you heard it here first}, oysters and truffle fries.  

Tomorrow, the full story.  Today, just a peek at two grown up adults posing in front of a house that happens to be decked out in squirrels, resulting in my overuse of the word squirreltastic!  

XO KK


Sunday, March 19, 2017

First Signs Of Spring

Seeds have been planted....




Even better though, seeds are starting to germinate!




Tomorrow, my friends, my beloved spring will arrive.  And while we'll still be covered in snow, I'll know and you'll know, the end is on the horizon.  

XOKK

Friday, March 17, 2017

Lilly Pulitzer Baby Bibs

I used to make a living from selling Lilly Pulitzer baby bibs.  They were my staple item that could always sell and were also fun to make.  Sometimes I miss those crazy days.  Sometimes I wish I would have got out of the weeds far earlier.  But that's all said and done.  Because now when I sit down to sew baby bibs, it's almost always as a gift.  Which is always always fun and sweet!

I have a few girlfriends who are at various stages of growing their families and I knew I needed to sew up a little stash of preppy treats to share with them.

I went a little overboard and might sell a few.  But it was so fun to play in my favorite Lilly Pulitzer fabrics.  

Just for fun on a Friday, here are a few of the goodies I've made lately...












Do you see any of your favorites from the past mixed in there.  All of the prints that I have now are older- some are vintage from her beginnings!  My two favorite patterns for bibs are the Steamed print with all the veggies and the blue and white fish print {I forget the pattern names for most of them}.




So how have you been lately?  Doing any fun projects at home?  Crafts?  I'm clearly itching for spring when I have to keep my hands constantly occupied with sewing and baking projects.  

Happy {almost} Spring!
XOKK

Thursday, March 16, 2017

Snowstorm Stella

Two days before Snowstorm Stella arrived, we were expecting close to 6" of snowfall in my area.  Then every 12 hours, the weather report would double.  Then we got blizzard warnings.  And every single weather reporter profusely used the word crippling on a loop.




Truth bubble, I actually got a tiny bit nervous for the first time ever about a snow storm.  I've never lost power due to a storm {aside from the occasional few minutes here and there} but the way they built this storm up, I was concerned this would be the time.  And a night without power would be COLD.




The good news is that we never lost power in my area.  The less than good news is that we got 21" of snow.  Twenty one inches.  We went from zero snowflakes on the ground because it was 60 degrees two weeks ago, to 21" of snow, all in a 24 hour period.  

Let me take a stab at eloquently explaining what 21" feels like...

A LOT.







21" of snow just feels like a lot of a lot.  A lot of cold.  A lot of work to get out the door, shovel a path to your car, shovel your car out, then ruin that effort by shoveling {not brushing at this point} the 21" off your car into the cleared path, shoveling the path again, shoveling behind your car where the show plow block you in, shoveling the path again because in the time it took you to do that, it snowed another 2", and feeling like stripping off your now wet, snowy, sweaty clothes might just require too much energy.  A lot of boredom.  I cooked and baked and cleaned and sewed and texted everyone I know and did some work and did some yoga and watched 467 weather reports and checked Instagram 78990965 times.  




Stuffed Pepper Casserole and Brown Sugar Egg Custard {because I was out of white sugar} Pie with fresh vanilla bean whipped cream for the win.  I also baked up banana bread.  But don't worry, I shared with my dad and my upstairs neighbors.  







A lot of people had it far worse.  And it is technically, for a few more days, winter.  So we shall survive.  

Just to be clear though, I'm feeling like my Florida girl self made some poor life choices when she moved up here to the North Pole.  Here's hoping we see signs of spring, or at least snow melt, soon!

XOKK

Friday, March 10, 2017

Exactly One Year Ago

Exactly one year ago, my world crumbled into a heap.  Sadie had been sick on and off for a year and it was clearly time to let her go.  Simultaneously, my relationship ended.  At the same time on the same day.

So in between texts with my ex and all the tears when I realized how horrible they truly were, I had a long and tearful talk with my dad about my baby girl.  And then called the vet to come the following day.

It was a very bad day for me.




While the relationship was in fact over {though the torment would go on for several more months until I would finally slam the phone down for the last time in July}, Sadie pulled through.  That night, she seemed better.  But I'd seen this cycle so many times that I was skeptical.  I didn't want to get my hopes up as I was working so hard to come to terms with losing her.

I didn't sleep that night of March 10, 2016.  I was awake all night, tossing in bed, crying about Sadie, numb over my relationship ending.  I was an absolute disaster.  

I knew it was our last night together.

But the morning of March 11, 2016, Sadie seemed to be doing so well.  She was walking normal and ate and drank.  I had my dad give me his opinions and he was convinced it wasn't her day to go.  So I called off the vet, who was so kind about my last minute cancellation.

Sadie would live to see her 14th birthday in April and would finally pass, with the help of that same kind vet, on May 11, 2016.

Looking back on this day a year ago, I really just want to hug that girl.  I have never in my life needed a hug more badly than I did that day.  I wouldn't get one.  But I did get two more months to cuddle and kiss my best girl.

I know it's strange to sort of memorialize such a sad day, but it feels personally important to look back on that period and recognize the good, bad, and in between.  I want to acknowledge how I am different today.  I want to remember that I have in fact, just like all of you, made it through hell in back.  That day {and really that entire year plus the previous fall} was my personal hell.  I hate that the relationship crap overlapped my last days with my baby girl.  But I also know I only made it through any of that because of her.  I've said it here before but there were many times in her life that Sadie truly saved me.  That was one of those times.  





I'm ever so thankful that the terror of nearly losing her that day made me take so many extra photos of  us together.  Even without makeup and puffy tear-filled eyes, I love this one of us.  

XOKK

Thursday, March 9, 2017

Things You Should See And Read Today

I'm on day three of a stomach thing.  I won't say more because you and I both know it's simply not necessary to say more.  It doesn't matter how mild or severe my issue is, as we have all had the full range of stomach things and are well versed on the universal understanding nod of sympathy.

Moving on.

Here are some things, none of which do I believe you will find truly controversial or partisan, that I read or saw this week that I think you should read or see too.  I enjoy posts like these on other blogs because they get me out of my routine and often point me in the direction of something new-to-me.  So here you go.  A few things I think were done well.

Did you know that the Underground Railroad is back in the United States?  I suspected it, but this piece was so eye opening and enlightening.  I'd love to know your thoughts on this one after you read it.  Truly fascinating and heartbreaking.




John Green did a really interesting {and short} video on one refugee and the moment his family was allowed to join him in the US.  It's a quick watch, not political, and interesting to have a face and story to go with such a big current events topic.

A stunning rock formation on the coast of Malta, Azure Window, broke off and fell into the ocean this week.  Forever gone.  I was thinking about this after Hamilton told me about it {her wife is Maltese}.  We all know about lost cities or extinct animals on various continents.  We have learned about these places and faces since early childhood.  But they seem so removed from daily life.  It's bizarre to realize that things like what happened in Malta are happening in our lifetimes.  That this planet is constantly changing, right in front of our eyes.  Just as it has done for millions of years.  




Have you listened to Ed Sheeran's new album Divide yet?  If not, you must.  It's brilliant!  I've lost myself over Supermarket Flowers more than once.  Bibia Be Ye Ye and Castle On A Hill are my other favorites.  Tell me what you like best!  

So that's what's filled up my down moments the past few days.  What have you read or watched or listened to that really got your wheels churning lately?  Please share!

XOKK

Wednesday, March 8, 2017

Happy International Women's Day

I love this day.  I love that there is a day that is focused on women.  All women, from all backgrounds, all beliefs, all nations, all colors, all shapes, all sizes, all economic levels.




I mean, sure, it's absurd that that women get 1/365 days a year when we make up more than 50% of all humans.  But 3.65% of the days of the year is just our starting point.  

So happy day, my sisters!  I'm happy to have each of you in my life.  I'm constantly inspired and encouraged and supported by your blogs and Instagram posts and DMs and texts.  




You raise me up.  We raise each other up.  Because all ships rise in high tides!

XO KK

Tuesday, March 7, 2017

Texts With Friends, Void Of Context

From a text convo I had last night that is still making me giggle...

He was an ass to me though, now that I think about it.  So now I kind of hope he thought I was stalking him.  Maybe I need a reputation as something other than a goody two shoes who is easily walked all over.





So there you go.  No context but not hard to decipher.  

New life goal, don't be a stalker but get a reputation as one.  

Seems to be well thought out and full of logic.  And like, the one thing I haven't yet tried.  So why the heck not?!

XOKK

Monday, March 6, 2017

Shorter Hair, Fun Fabrics, Bathroom Walls, And Realizing I Am In A MuchBetter Place This Year

First things first, I got my hair cut.  Finally.  It was looking rather sister wife-ish and ain't nobody got time for that nonsense.  I know my roots are showing...they are being updated in two days.  This is what happens when you decide last minute you NEED your hair cut today or you will melt away to nothing because you just can't possible go on another minute without it cut.  So the color will be magically refreshed mid week.




But the cut is cute.  I think.  I have a cycle of emotions when it comes to haircuts.  I am fine with it the first day.  Like it the second.  Hate it for a week afterward.  And then am fine with it again.  

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So today, Friday, and Saturday are sort of a bit emotional for me.  No need to rehash details {well...Saturday is the 11th...and that's always just emotional because Sadie died on the 11th and it's sort of my month marker of her passing} but I just want to make a note for myself that these dates are passing by me.  

A full year has come and gone and I've been on a giant and horrible emotional roller coaster ride.  But I am different now.  Not all good.  I second guess things more now.  I trust less now. But emotionally today, I am leaps and bounds above what I was a year ago.  




This day last year I was a shell of myself.  I felt like nothing.  And today, I'm fresh from the salon with bouncy hair and a big smile.  I've fought like mad to get to this place.  And I am well aware that I have more progress to make.  But it's astounding to look back at the past 365 days and know I've come so far!

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Yesterday I went to the fabric store for one item and it a fun turn of events, I walked out with only that one item!  This never happens, y'all!  




But as I was touching all the fun fabrics, I started to think about fabric shopping 15 years ago when I began sewing regularly.  I would have to wander to the ends of the earth or order online without seeing a true representation of colors to find unique fabric designs.  The fabric stores were so limited.  

But now there are so many options, even in a Joann's Fabric store.  All of the once hard to find designs are plentiful in stores.  I love that!  I love that all of the Michael Miller {and similar} designs are accessible to everyone.  

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And finally {this entire post went in reverse}, last week I met a dear friend for drinks at my new favorite restaurant in Albany, Ama Cocina.  This is the art that's all over the bathroom walls and it just sort of tickles me.  It's so unexpected and fun, albeit a bit creepy.  Naturally, my first thought was to take a photo for social media.  Because normal 30-somethings do that, right?




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And that brings us back to today.  Just me and my bouncy hair being all happy and whatnot.  Getting ready to ruin the hair by sweating it out on the yoga mat, but we all know that's more important than anything so it's all good.

How are you?  How was your week and weekend?  Any new drinks tasted or dates had or recipes tested?  Give me the skinny.

XOKK

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