August 18, 2014
I don’t know much French. In fact I probably could count the words I know on one hand. But this sounds like a good approach to life. Miranda would agree, I’m sure.
August 14, 2014
Everyone always says it, and I always knew it was true, but sending hand written cards really is good for the soul.
I’ve been trying to become a better, more consistently on time card sender for years. Literally years. And I think just maybe, it’s finally clicked. Last week after realizing just how sadly uninspired I’ve been lately, I went to the store and bought 7 cards: 1 birthday, 1 thank you, 1 sympathy, and 3 congratulations. I picked each card carefully, taking borderline too much time, and wrote a simple but thoughtful message to a handful of friends and coworkers.
The response I got was warming. It was a good reminder that a small gesture can go a long way. And the simplest things can brighten someone’s spirits.
August 13, 2014
Remember when Sean and Catherine got married, and she kept referring to her dream wedding as ‘adult sexy’? Of course you do, you Bachelorette obsessed freaks like me. Well, I don’t know what adult sexy looks like, and I certainly don’t want it anywhere near my wedding, but I have spent an unhealthy amount of time trying to nail down the prefect phrase to sum up our wedding vision.
I come up short every time. I can’t describe my vision in 3 words, despite the fact I’ve been asked to do this by every single vendor we’ve worked with over the last 6 months. I have not yet coined the perfect (albeit awkward) term like Catherine. And with less than 3 months to go and almost every decor decision well underway, I guess I probably never will.
We’re holding our wedding reception at a renovated, yet rustic barn in Maine. It will, by nature, feel rustic. It’s a random barn in Maine, after all. But I want people to see and feel the contradiction that I see in my dreams. I hope it feels like a New York City dinner party fell into the middle of this random barn in Maine. There will be no DIY. Nothing that screams Etsy. There will be no farm tables or crafty bunting or lemonade drinks in bell jars next to a chalkboard menu. There will a barn, yes. And then there will be white, and gold. Simple, classic and (hopefully) elegant decor decisions, dropped into the middle of a barn.
Can I describe my wedding vision in 3 word? Heck no. All I can do is hope that it’s as beautiful and filled with love as the scene in my head. And something else – I hope every guest walks into the barn, pauses, maybe chuckles and thinks: this is so Whitney.
August 8, 2014
It’s been two months and eight days since we left Manhattan. Packed up and drove 300+ miles away from the city.
We traded our one bedroom apartment in an UES elevator building for a single family home on a quiet suburban street. We wake up each morning in a house with guest rooms. We have a garage… for our cars. Our own fenced in yard. Everything we wanted, we have. Although it still feels a bit like a mystery. Like someone else’s dream come true.
Life in western New York is quiet. We fall asleep to the crickets, and frogs. I think. I actually have no idea what the animals or bugs are making the noise, but it’s quiet. There’s an occasional train in the distance, but its nothing like the constant noise of New York. We don’t hear taxis fighting with street lights and miseducated drivers. We don’t hear drunks thrashing about on the sidewalks. We hear peace, and quiet at night. And peace, and quiet in the morning. We drive ourselves to work and to run errands. We can turn left, or right out of our street – either way we see sprawling farms. Fields growing endless acres of corn and soybeans and who knows what else. Working barns and historical barns alike litter the roads, and the village is lined with trendy restaurants, coffee shops and boutiques. Town hall is an old brick building, positioned in the center of town, and an old clock tower stands tall across the street. It may, or may not ring on the hour. I have no idea.
Life up here is quiet, but it’s filled with the kindest people who stop to say hi to you in the supermarket. People who slow down and let you go when you’re waiting to pull out of a side street. The families we’ve met around town are smart, (somewhat surprisingly) successful. The majority of the moved here just like us. 20, 30 years ago – fleeing the city. Determined to try suburban life for a year or two, but decided to never turn back. Now a days they pride themselves on their work life balance. Their children. The fact that they never missed a baseball game because everyone leaves the office at 5. They talk about their summer homes on the lake and endless days at the country club.
It’s only been two months and eight days since I’ve lived in western New York, but I have to say it’s been pretty damn wonderful.
August 7, 2014
There’s no worse time in one’s life to feel completely, utterly uninspired than shortly after buying a new home. Oh, unless you’re simultaneously trying to plan a wedding. But you gotta start someplace. Right?
November 26, 2013
True story: when I was in high school, I used to go to Staples when I felt stressed out. The aisles were always so neat and tidy, and just the thought of organization made me calm down. Yes, I’m aware that this makes me sound absolutely insane. Perhaps I was. Oh well!
Now a days, I guess I’ve moved on to bigger and better stores (sorry Staples). The other weekend I was feeling… less than peachy, so I decided to get some fresh air and walk through the park. I wound up on the west side of town, and hit up my favorite stores, with zero intention to buy anything. I went to HomeGoods, and Papersource, and Jonathan Adler, and West Elm. Of course I went to West Elm.
West Elm is the type of store that literally (physically) makes me feel happy. I mean, when the West Elm catalog arrives in the mail, I do a little happy dance and then flip through the entire thing front to back. It’s probably the only catalog I don’t immediately throw in the trash.
So here are a few shots I snapped while walking the floors. I just furnished our entire bedroom from West Elm so I was really interested in how they were styling nightstands, but I couldn’t keep myself to just the bedroom displays. I mean, how cute are those bowls?
What do you think? What’s your favorite West Elm look lately?
November 25, 2013
November 24, 2013
If you follow me on Instagram this will be old news, but I’ve fallen completely head over heels with the new essie encrusted treasures collection. It is full of sparkly choices, but more importantly – these bottles are bringing the texture. Texture, people! Apparently nail art is out, and texture is in. So I suggest you track down one of these colors and hop on the texture train.
The color I’m wearing is essie encrusted treasures in hors d’oeuvres. I mean, it’s platinum gold with iridescent silver glitter, what else do you need during the holiday seasons?
November 23, 2013
All I want to be able to do is rock a pair of fair isle leggings and somehow make them look chic. Is this too much to ask? A galpal at work nailed the look, and Chrissy and Kaitlin included a pair in their Lust List – so you should probably accept the fact that this look is in fact fashionable.
Above are a few different options, available at a price range for everyone. What do you think?
November 3, 2013
I’ve been on a major reading kick lately. Recently when the boyfriend was traveling for a few weeks straight, I spent countless days (and nights) curled up on the couch with my face buried in book after book. I sped through a few easy (yet awesome) reads, and then picked up something a bit heavier. I got stuck.
Surprise, surprise. If it’s written by Nicholas Sparks, or has a plot about a serial killer, I can speed through chapters in hours. When it’s a book about the characteristics and techniques of highly effective managers in the workplace… I seem to slow down.
But I’m convinced these two books will be different. When Molly from Smart Pretty and Awkward mentioned 168 Hours: You have more time than you think, I literally had it in my Amazon cart within minutes. I’ve actually been thinking about time management a lot the past couple of days (thanks in part to the Beyonce image that’s been flying around the interwebs) so it felt a little bit like book club fate.
Then, the wonders of Amazon suggested The Power of Habit. I was fixating on the cover when my boyfriend chimed in that he’d also read this. Again with the book club fate! So now, thanks to Amazon Prime, both books should be here within days, and I can try, once again, to dive into a book that might actually be for the better.