When It Rains

First of all, let's talk about the above roses. THEY'RE MADE OF PAPER. Specifically, "cona coffee filters" (which I had no idea existed until today). They filled the tables of the baby shower I attended this weekend for my friend Cristina. (Two showers in a row! Babies everywhere babies.) Cristina's sister made them by hand using directions from this blog post from the folks at Martha Stewart.

It was a personal touch that obviously took her sister ages to complete--no surprise given all the thought she gave to this sweet celebration as a whole. And although her sister hosted the event, Cristina's entire clan was in on the action. From her brother helping measure her waist for the "How Big Is the Mother-to-be's Belly?" game and her nephew stealing our hearts at every turn, to her husband watching on in amazement as Cristina opened Bjorns and bottles and an endless array of girlie-girlie-ness, it was a full-out family affair.

The room was filled with so much love. Just as it should be. Congratulations, Cristina and Carlos!

Dear Winter,

You might be pretty, but you can suck it.

Love,

New York City

#overit

Red Hook Really Speaks to Me

I don't know what it is about my friend Kristin, but every other time I am with her, I somehow spy cool graffiti that I just must capture on camera (case in point: she was with me when I took these photos just last month).

These latest pics are from a trip to the Brooklyn nabe of Red Hook over the long weekend. And, um, how awesome is the Hook's smarty-pants graffiti?

Preach it, Red Hook.

A Growing Collection

I am constantly on a scavenger hunt through the city looking for posters with moustache graffitti (and I am especially enamored with the person who writes "moustache" on unsuspecting upper lips. So clever! So artsy!). But at this point, I am realizing that I am probably getting more excited than a grown woman should when I discover a fabulous act of vandalism.

But come on. "Moustache" for a moustache? DELISH.