Sparkling Pants

dispatches from manhattan
The hound’s first portrait with my new phone.  Honestly, I hate to be an early adopter, but I had my 4S for three years and I wanted a better camera for Montreal. Also, I needed to get the phone before my boss so I could become an expert on the new features, thereby ensuring a seamless transition when he upgrades.
The hound’s first portrait with my new phone.  Honestly, I hate to be an early adopter, but I had my 4S for three years and I wanted a better camera for Montreal. Also, I needed to get the phone before my boss so I could become an expert on the new features, thereby ensuring a seamless transition when he upgrades.

The hound’s first portrait with my new phone.  Honestly, I hate to be an early adopter, but I had my 4S for three years and I wanted a better camera for Montreal. Also, I needed to get the phone before my boss so I could become an expert on the new features, thereby ensuring a seamless transition when he upgrades.

Yoga, theatre, a fantastic meal at Esca, then Wallace and I walked Meg home through Central Park.  A darn fine Sunday, if you ask me. 
Yoga, theatre, a fantastic meal at Esca, then Wallace and I walked Meg home through Central Park.  A darn fine Sunday, if you ask me. 

Yoga, theatre, a fantastic meal at Esca, then Wallace and I walked Meg home through Central Park.  A darn fine Sunday, if you ask me. 

Meg and I saw The Wayside Motor Inn this afternoon. (Do recommend!) We are fans of a Sunday matinee, which usually makes us the youngest people in the audience. I feel it’s a glimpse into our future. Food / Theatre wives for life!
This shot was stolen from Meg’s Instagram, as per my new photo policy.
Meg and I saw The Wayside Motor Inn this afternoon. (Do recommend!) We are fans of a Sunday matinee, which usually makes us the youngest people in the audience. I feel it’s a glimpse into our future. Food / Theatre wives for life!
This shot was stolen from Meg’s Instagram, as per my new photo policy.

Meg and I saw The Wayside Motor Inn this afternoon. (Do recommend!) We are fans of a Sunday matinee, which usually makes us the youngest people in the audience. I feel it’s a glimpse into our future. Food / Theatre wives for life!

This shot was stolen from Meg’s Instagram, as per my new photo policy.

I ran across some great photos in the purge. This is me with my paternal grandfather. He was a farmer. I had just learned to wink.
The overalls were his standard uniform. One year for Christmas, all the grand kids received striped overalls so we could be like Grandpa. I was in an extreme girly stage and ran and hid under my grandparents bed and cried because I did not want to put them on for a photo op. In retrospect, I realize my extended family probably regarded me as an 8 year old jerk.
I ran across some great photos in the purge. This is me with my paternal grandfather. He was a farmer. I had just learned to wink.
The overalls were his standard uniform. One year for Christmas, all the grand kids received striped overalls so we could be like Grandpa. I was in an extreme girly stage and ran and hid under my grandparents bed and cried because I did not want to put them on for a photo op. In retrospect, I realize my extended family probably regarded me as an 8 year old jerk.
I ran across some great photos in the purge. This is me with my paternal grandfather. He was a farmer. I had just learned to wink.
The overalls were his standard uniform. One year for Christmas, all the grand kids received striped overalls so we could be like Grandpa. I was in an extreme girly stage and ran and hid under my grandparents bed and cried because I did not want to put them on for a photo op. In retrospect, I realize my extended family probably regarded me as an 8 year old jerk.

I ran across some great photos in the purge. This is me with my paternal grandfather. He was a farmer. I had just learned to wink.

The overalls were his standard uniform. One year for Christmas, all the grand kids received striped overalls so we could be like Grandpa. I was in an extreme girly stage and ran and hid under my grandparents bed and cried because I did not want to put them on for a photo op. In retrospect, I realize my extended family probably regarded me as an 8 year old jerk.

This cabinet organization doesn’t took like it could have taken half a day, but I purged everything from a small dresser, cleaned out the file box and reorganized all office, stationery and craft supplies. The fall deep cleaning list is still long, but I’m feeling good.
This cabinet organization doesn’t took like it could have taken half a day, but I purged everything from a small dresser, cleaned out the file box and reorganized all office, stationery and craft supplies. The fall deep cleaning list is still long, but I’m feeling good.

This cabinet organization doesn’t took like it could have taken half a day, but I purged everything from a small dresser, cleaned out the file box and reorganized all office, stationery and craft supplies. The fall deep cleaning list is still long, but I’m feeling good.

It’s Pot Pie season! Harriet’s will be on speed dial* this fall.
*one click reorder on Seamless (speed dial just made a better sentence)
It’s Pot Pie season! Harriet’s will be on speed dial* this fall.
*one click reorder on Seamless (speed dial just made a better sentence)

It’s Pot Pie season! Harriet’s will be on speed dial* this fall.

*one click reorder on Seamless (speed dial just made a better sentence)

Beach deer! Twin babies! Eeeeee!
Beach deer! Twin babies! Eeeeee!

Beach deer! Twin babies! Eeeeee!

Today seemed to be comprised of blue hues.
Today seemed to be comprised of blue hues.

Today seemed to be comprised of blue hues.

palonka:

Canola.  #picsp

Love this shot!
palonka:

Canola.  #picsp

Love this shot!

palonka:

Canola. #picsp

Love this shot!

New low. In an effort to multi task, I’m walking the dog with dye in my hair.  It ain’t pretty, but there are not enough hours in the day.
New low. In an effort to multi task, I’m walking the dog with dye in my hair.  It ain’t pretty, but there are not enough hours in the day.

New low. In an effort to multi task, I’m walking the dog with dye in my hair. It ain’t pretty, but there are not enough hours in the day.

Something about his face when he’s riding in a car just kills me.
Something about his face when he’s riding in a car just kills me.

Something about his face when he’s riding in a car just kills me.

I’d never make it as a fashion blogger.  Every shot I attempted of this outfit was blurry.  Whatever…at least I don’t have to do any retouching. 
I’d never make it as a fashion blogger.  Every shot I attempted of this outfit was blurry.  Whatever…at least I don’t have to do any retouching. 

I’d never make it as a fashion blogger.  Every shot I attempted of this outfit was blurry.  Whatever…at least I don’t have to do any retouching. 

Waiting for Meg at Contrada. I love it when bubbly is served in a coupe.
Waiting for Meg at Contrada. I love it when bubbly is served in a coupe.

Waiting for Meg at Contrada. I love it when bubbly is served in a coupe.

Oh, Maysville. We just can’t quit you.
Oh, Maysville. We just can’t quit you.

Oh, Maysville. We just can’t quit you.