you know what i love? carrying on a celebration way past it’s ‘best by’ date. if it’s my birthday for example, it’s not just my birthDAY. it’s my birth week, my birth month, my birth season. i draw out the festivities for as long as possible. i blame all of these ridiculous antics on the fact that my parents were not into throwing parties because they didn’t want other people’s parents to go through the stress of having to purchase gifts, and promote materialism and blah blah blah but newsflash parents, every kid wants a PARTY. so…here i am, making up for it.
my husband (!) and i have nearly been married two whole weeks. however, the celebrating has not ceased. in fact we are going to add fuel to the festive fire, and go away on an impromptu two-week trip to one of our favorite neighborhoods in the world – SoHo, NYC. it’s the kind of place that i can happily lose myself for hours window shopping at ridiculously overpriced boutiques, drinking coffee, and snapping too many pictures. i don’t care that SoHo dwellers can be pretentious. i do care that they have sidewalks for walking (imagine that?! i’m looking at you tennessee.) we’re subletting an adorable apartment and it’s only six (count ‘em) blocks from babycakes bakery. i know. normal people figure out distances to the subway. or museums. but not us yeast-free, sugar-free, wheat-free weirdos.
in other news, i purchased an air plant that is supposed to survive with air alone. it doesn’t need water. or soil. or debussy. but my air plant is determined to die. i have concluded this means that the air quality in my room is dangerously unhealthy or i need to stick to paper and fabric flowers.