I was walking down Main Street the other day when I saw opportunity for love stare me straight in the eye. I wasn’t sure about it. In fact, I was hesitant. “What if I lose feelings too soon? What if you hurt me? What if I get overwhelmed and want to take it all back but it’ll be too late?” All those questions and more arose, but I decided to ignore them. I stepped closer to my soul mate.
I asked the man just a few simple questions, and he smiled back at me. He turned away, so I sat down and gave the man a moment. He must have known as well as I did how monumental that moment was, and neither of us wanted to screw the pooch. I sat down and took a few breaths. I walked back up to the man, with desire and worry and amazement all brewing in my eyes. His eyes looked at me with happiness and understanding. His hand touched mine briefly. I could barely contain myself. I held it in my hands and it felt warm, and a little greasy. I peeled back layers carefully and slowly, barely able to keep myself from tearing it all off and revealing the beauty for my greedy eyes to feast on. I slowly took a bite.
The bagel was fresh and warm, not too dense, and not too wimpy. The sesame flavor adding nothing but happiness into my day. The smoked meat. Man, that smoked meat… It was shaved so thinly, and the meat itself was so tender. The meat juices were literally dripping down my hands. Godsent. The mustard was evenly distributed and perfect. And that man, oh good man, wrapped up the bagel with a slice of pickle on the side. Good man. Every bite was filled with glory and triumph. My soulmate and I were together at last. That day I will remember forever, when the smoked meat bagel sandwhich and I first met. xoxo
In loving memory of Ania’s first true love and first smoked meat bagel sandwhich. R.I.P.
A photo taken in the back alley by the beach.
Silver bangle- My mother’s
A Mix of Summer Favorites and All-Time Favorites. Less go.
1. Beer, specifically IPAs, Spinnakers. If you claim to know me at ALL, you know about my extreme love for beer, especially IPAs. This beer wasn’t my favorite, but it was pretty decent. This is just the bottle I happened to have laying around when I was deciding what some of my summer favorites were. If I had to pick my favorite beers, most of them would be IPAs. Some of my absolute favorite include: Cat Lady, from Bellwoods Brewery, Fat Tug, from Driftwood Brewery, Hop Therapy, from Russell Brewery, and Boneshaker, by Amsterdam Brewery. And those are just the IPAs… Oh man, this is getting out of hand. I should make a separate post about this.
2. Butter, any. I love butter. I love butter so much. I put too much butter on everything I eat. I’m Polish, but if I didn’t know better, I’d think I was French. I’m surprised I’m not obese. Man. Butter. If I got a kitten, I would name it Butter. I. Just. Butter. Mmm. This is my life.
3. Nourishing Protective Oil, Shu Uemura. My mother came home one day with this bottle of hair oil, and my hair has never felt so good. This stuff smells amazing (see their breakdown of the scent just below), makes my hair feel so healthy and smooth, makes it LOOK awesome, and the bottle lasts forever. You only need 1-2 pump/s every couple days.
Camellia Oil nourishes and smoothes the hair fiber, protecting it from drying out. It provides deep nutrition and moisture as well as helps to maintain the lipid balance of the hair fiber, imparting a supple and velvety feel.
4. Striped shirts, RW&Co. I’ve been wearing far too many striped shirts this summer, but it’s an easy way to look put together, and makes me look like I put more thought into my outfit. It’s simple, and looks great. What more could I ask for?
5. Black Bralette, Free People. This bralette cost WAY too much, but I love it and it’s been great to wear in the summer. It’s a halter, so again, it makes my outfits look like I’ve put more thought into them than I have. The halter aspect also helps with backless shirts, since the bottom back strap (where it clasps?) is so low. It’s thin, provides a teensy bit of support, and looks awesome. Dun an dun.
6. Vintage Sunglasses, my mom’s from her youth. These sunglasses have been a great help this summer. I don’t have my own perscription pair of sunglasses, so I’ve been using these old ones that my mom had back when she was my age. They aren’t my exact perscription, so it takes a bit to adjust whenever I put them on, but they look great, and are a lifesaver whenever the sun’s being a jerk. I’m currently on the hunt for affordable sunglasses that I can get perscription lenses put into…
7. Leather Purse, vintage and thrifted. This is my favorite purse. I use it almost everyday. It fits a lot of stuff, and looks great. Woot.
SO I’ve just begun my second week as a nanny, and since it’s been quite a journey already, I’ve decided to share a few of the things I have learned. The fella I’ve been taking care of is four years old, male, strong-willed, creative, and endearing as hell. Last week I was schooled in the concept of making hot-ice-cream. Now, I understand most 4 year-olds have not yet learned such things as ‘oxymoron’s’ and ‘impossibilities’ so as boyo first began to discuss this absurd idea, I listened on in the hopes of discovering a miracle. He first explained that he loves ice cream, but it’s always far too cold for him, which causes him to eat it slower, and the ice cream then proceeds to melt, regardless of his pace. How inconsiderate. Puddles of tears and grief take far too much of a toll on the young, so it is understandable that this is something that would concern the young man so much. Buddy then explains, “so you have to bake it.” Now ‘it’ doesn’t really give you much to work with, ingredients-wise. “Wait, so what is it that you bake?” I ask. Stupid question, Ania. “Hot-ice-cream.” he answers. I try again. “But what is in the hot-ice-cream? Like, what ingredients?” Barely thrown off, he answers after a few moments of impossibly adorable thought, “You take sweet stuff, and you bake it, and then you put gumballs as the eyes, and then it’s like Spongebob.” Oh, of course. Now I get it.
The beauty of this all is the fact that kids are faithful, imaginative, hopeful, determined creatures, who aren’t yet corrupt with the expectations of today’s society. Nothing is impossible, everything is amazing, and we are always learning. This way, we are constantly reminded that the world is a complex and beautiful place.
Quinoa, the imaginary well dressed toddler daughter.
Named after the grain that went viral among hipsters on Pinterest last year, darling Quinoa is the imaginary, made-up toddler daughter of Tiffany Beveridge, the creator of the popular Pinterest board. The painfully fashionable toddler, who is more stylish than you and I will ever be, enjoys hanging out with her almost-as-fashionable BFF Chevron, ending up on the cover of VOGUE enfants after casual walks with her dog and pram, and doing textile cleanses: one week of white cotton dresses with the labels cut out. Us ladies wish we could live as pretentious and hip of a life as Quinoa, but most of us never will.
For those of us attempting to live up to Quinoa’s trend setting lifestyle, step one will be to change our names (Barcelona? Anhedonia? Tilde? Bouclé? Not Brenda. Brenda is sooo before Quinoa’s time…) Step two will be to scour and study all of her perfectly composed outfits on her Pinterest http://www.pinterest.com/tiffanywbwg/my-imaginary-well-dressed-toddler-daughter/. The third and final step will be to master the balance between looking half scorned, half indifferent, and fully chic. Quinoa, we applaud you.
Things I desire, including, but not limited to, running shoes, reusable coffee filters, flasks, and jumpsuits. Tumblr is my outlet for these types of things. Money would be fun…
Vincent van Gogh’s pallette