(More) Weekend Snapshots
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Into The Woods
The fact that Sunday felt more like a really beautiful day in October than almost-June stymied my plans to spend at least part of my birthday passed out in the sun at our local pool.
So we improvised with a walk through the woods.
Remember how I said way back when we were thinking of moving that one of the reasons I wanted to leave the city was because I wanted us to be able to go fishing not because it was a huge event involving rental cars and long drives, but just because that's what we feel like doing? This is exactly what I meant.
To get a chance to walk through any non-Central Park woods used to involve some fairly considerable planning, as well as a train or a car or a bus...or all three. And so I never did it. Ever.
Daily InstaGlam: At Sunset
How Sunday came to a close: watching the sun set by the bridge with my two best friends.
We walked back to our car along the path that runs next to the train tracks, explaining to Indy that that's where choo-choos go, and when the MetroNorth went by the guy driving leaned out the window, pointed at us, and honked the horn. Choo-choo, just like we'd said, just for him.
Best ending to a night ever.
Links & Love & Stuff
In today's edition of "Why I Love The Internet": the mystery of my thrift-store chair was solved...by the son of the man who made it (read through to the comments).
New car! (Sort of.)
Fun Route 66-inspired sale today on Joss & Main. And if you're looking for white '50s-inspired mesh chairs, this is a pretty great price for a set of 4.
Love the shape of this not-so-basic black bikini by Adia.
These Kinds Of Things Don’t Happen To City Kids
Last night, I was on the phone with my dad and Indy was watching Bubble Guppies, and Kendrick came charging into the living room:
"There is a huge turtle sitting in our front yard."
That is a sentence that you don't hear when you grow up on 46th Street and 10th Avenue. Ever.
I did have a turtle when I was little, actually. I found him at our friend's lake house upstate, named him Sammy (many of the pets I had when I was little were named "Sammy"), and brought him home for a summer before releasing him back into the lake when September rolled around.
