And we’re back.
I propose this method of trashing your tannenbaum next year—far less depressing than having to deal with holiday aftermath in the form lifeless tree piles.
Happiest of birthdays to the-sister-I-always-wanted-but-never-had! Our parents may have met only a decade ago, but it feels as though we’ve been a part of each other’s lives forever—who says we need to share DNA? Love you, Kelso!
I had every intention of eating a sensible dinner tonight—that is, until I came home to a birthday gift box full of chocolate chip cookies with salted chocolate drizzle from Alexis!
From the bottom of my very satisfied stomach, thank you, A.
Cait & Jules threw yet another show-stopper of an event for the Metropolitan Opera last night, and I had the honor of capturing their vision.
I met my husband five years ago today in line at the post office on East 70th Street. Roni was a total stranger picking up printer ink; I was a smitten girl who stared willfully at the back of his head until he asked me to join him for a coffee.
The moral of the story? Love hides in disgruntled places.
(Wedding pics: Our Labor of Love | Decor: Cait & Jules | Calligraphy and initials: Me)
