Weekend Whimsy: Sundays

Some late whimsy but whimsy neverthless. A few reads and recipes from around the web to make your Sunday morning a little more delicious. I’ll be cozied up drinking tea and reading articles with Michael.

144ce9879c92aeb93a0adfefaf366e63-2

I want nothing more to walk into my kitchen this morning and find that some wonderful Sunday Morning Fairy has whipped up these homemade English Crumpets. If that doesn’t end up being the case, I’ll probably just bake them next Saturday afternoon.

Embrace your inner Stone Fox Hippie this morning and read Molly Guy’s interview on The Coveteur. It’s an oldie but a goodie. And now I have a new dream for the end of my wedding day – cake in bed followed by ribs at Five Leaves.

And whilst we’re embracing hippies, this NYMag article on the cult versus the culture of Yoga is quite lovely (and very correct).

I’m seriously considering following The Man Repeller’s advice and going on an iPhone cleanse – it sounds sort of magical. I’m one of those people who secretly loves when they lose their phone or it breaks because it means I’m unreachable and it’s not my fault. Is that super weird? Maybe.

And finally, some inspiration for next week — everything sounds better when Ira Glass says it.

Advertisements

The Blues, The Mean Reds, The Winter Greys

This last week, the sky in New York City looks like someone has colored it in with a No.2 pencil. The clouds are knitted together so tightly that the sun and the blue skies of Fall have become distant memories. It is a struggle. No matter what time you wake up in the morning it feels like 6am or 6pm. Though I try motivating myself to put on a bright lipstick and a cute outfit, all I really want to do is layer some grey over some black and blend into that hanging coal colored sky.

Suffice to say, a grey mood has followed those grey clouds. We are in the nadir of winter. That sleepy, suffocating part when it seems there is no end in sight. The camel coats and apple cider days are long gone and the skirt and sandals days seem more like a silly dream than an inevitable future. What to do? Well, I suppose cozy dinners with friends are in order. Tucked up inside warm apartments with wine glasses cradled in our hands and roast chicken on our plates. And movies, Michael and I saw Les Mis for our date night last week. Exercise would probably be a wise choice though it seems unfavorable. I must don my leggings (and the second pair I have to wear over them because it’s so cold out) and plant my feet on a yoga mat with my fellow sweaty New Yorkers. Perhaps a pedicure? I’ve lost all hope with my feet since they are never on display any more. There’s nothing worse than having chipped toe nails in a yoga class and having to stare at them every time you end your sun salutation. Warm cups of tea and some long hours in a cozy chair with a good book – I just started The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay. Cleaning. Oh yes, upon return from our European adventures I realized how desperately our lovely apartment needs a good scrub. Baking – I started yesterday with some easy Martha Stewart breakfast muffins. Pancake month begins at Clinton St Bakery in Feb so I suppose a good long pancake eating adventure will be in order. And work, now is a wonderful time to get to work, to get things done, to be a good little worker bee.

There’s so much to do. This grey month is so obviously a time for moments of great productivity and peace. And yet, I just want to curl up in my bed and lay. I want to look out my window as the rain taps at my sill and day dream of the sticky heat of July. I want to wake up in the morning and throw on a dress and be done with the process of dressing. I want to walk, walk, walk New York in the way you only do in the summer months. With a sweating cup of iced coffee or a MexiCola in hand, searching for the next ice cream or air conditioned store to cool down in. I was a summer baby and I have grown into a summer woman. Don’t get me wrong, I love the apples in fall and the pre-Christmas glitter and ribbons. But the real winter? It is not my time. I feel more like a bear than a bee. A bear, wandering around confused by why she is expected to work when the sun has stopped doing it’s job and it is clearly hibernating time.

Well, at least I don’t have the mean reds…though perhaps a trip to Tiffany’s would cheer me up.

How do you escape the Winter Greys?

It’s Raining in Brooklyn

And I am sitting in the cozy, air conditioned comfort of Variety Coffee. Full mug of tea to my right and the Dirty Dancing soundtrack playing overhead. Full disclosure: this is my fourth cup of tea and my first ever blog.

Thoughts for the day:

My weekend is looking a little like this.

I have a mild fruit fly infestation in my kitchen.

I am so excited about the next episode of this. (The pilot was so good and it is free on youtube.)

Inner conflict over whether or not to go to yoga tonight.

The adventure begins…

“The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks.”

-Tennessee Williams