I just locked myself out of our new apartment and met the whole neighborhood as they took turns sicking their arms in the mail slot.
Thanks for the help Peter who owns the wine store, Eileen our landlord’s wife, Bill who owns the bar, UPS Guy, and Random Man #2.
My dress is from Banana Republic last spring. But it has that great vintage style that I love. My favorite details include the back of the collar that has three beautiful functioning covered buttons and the pockets in the front of the dress hidden under the tuck-pleats.
I bought this dress off the sale rack in Utah with one of my best friends who bought the same dress. Whenever I wear it I think of her.
GPOYW. I haven’t posted one in a while and since I was dressed pretty for Mother’s Day dinner, I asked Marco to snap a photo.
Happy Mother’s Day, to my beautiful mom and one of my best friends!
(mom and me in 1983)
Mom says this is her and my brother, in 1988. Ops.
Us:You can't park here today.
Lady in Car:What are they filming?
Marco:Law and Order.
Lady in Car:OH, them again. (look of disgust)
I’m really going to miss our tree mural from Dali Decals. We had a huge blank wall along the hallway in front of our open kitchen and it was the perfect place to put this giant tree. It took two days to put up and now, sadly, we probably have to take it down, unless there is someone out there who wants to rent our Brooklyn apartment and save our tree.
We have yet to find a really great bagel place in Westchester. So after we move I’ll be dreaming about La Bagel Delight and their hand-rolled bagels that come directly from the oven and into your bag. When the bagels are still warm after you get them home, that’s a sign of greatness.
They aren’t the best deli, but their bagels are divine. Crispy but soft in all the right places. And the seed distribution, especially on the everything bagel, is perfection.
My current favorite combination is a toasted cinnamon raisin bagel with scallion cream cheese. Don’t judge; just imagine the salty/sweet symphony of flavor.
After our continued weekend breakfast trips here, it became a house rule to never return home without a cappuccino muffin for breakfast-dessert.
Grab is a little specialty food store on 7th Ave, between 14th and 15th Street in Brooklyn. It carries specialty beers, stinky cheeses, gourmet chocolates, various baked treats, fun shaped meats, and more. This is a great place to pick up a growler especially on Saturday evenings when they hold tastings to sample the brews offered that day.
I’m going to miss this place because it is a great go-to for unique party snacks and the beer selection made Marco extremely happy.
I will never stop seeing brownstone and limestone homes as a piece of beautiful history. Their ornate stone steps, intricate iron work, patinated elements, curved windows, and creeping ivy create a warmth unlike anywhere else I’ve ever lived. There was a moment when Marco and I first moved to Park Slope that we fantasized about buying a full brownstone, specifically on 3rd Street. Homes like this aren’t built anymore; walking down these historic streets, past these stoic buildings, makes me think about the lives of the people who were around when they were built. I am proud that they are still maintained and restored by people who recognize the importance of preserving history.
With the narrow streets and cars parked along every inch, it is difficult to completely capture the beauty of these streets. But hopefully these will highlight some of my favorite little details that make Park Slope homes lovely and unique.
I took some engagement photos of Jessica, who runs What I Wore, and her fiancé, Adam. They are both from Indiana and live together in Park Slope, Brooklyn.
When I take photos of a couple, I like to basically hang around them for an hour and catch them being themselves. This handsome couple certainly made my job easy. I love how these photos turned out and the story that emerged about their classic romance.
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“We’re pretty good at finding awesome funny weird people.”
What men should know about shoes. I learned something new about tying shoe laces. Adam Lisagor just changed my life.
(via putthison)
I love our apartment. It has tons of charm and old world details that make me happy to live here every day. I’m going to miss the 10’ ceilings, the elegant light fixtures, the detailed doors and windows, and the light from the stained glass in the bathroom. We had some great parties, delicious dinners, interesting house guests, and made a lot of memories in our first apartment together.
Yup. We’re moving again. Our lease is up and we’re running back to greener pastures. We tried being city people for a year and it never felt like home. As boring as it may seem to some, we are suburban people. We don’t go out to bars, we don’t stay out late, and we aren’t hipsters with bikes. What we like to do can be done without the premium rent and noisy streets. We leave the city often, and fighting our way past the constant barricade of traffic and construction has really taken its toll on us. As Marco describes it, every day is full of little annoyances that quickly add up and make people tense and hostile: the constant honking, the impatience, and the impracticality of everyday tasks. We can’t blame the people for the way they act because we understand it, but we can escape it. One year was enough for us. We’re glad we tried living the city life, otherwise we would always wonder if we should have given it a chance.
We fell in love with Park Slope in the spring. But that was such a tease. Once winter came, the charm was gone, and we realized what sissies we really were. I now have a greater respect for city people in the winter. Now we’re saying goodbye in the spring, just as the weather is warming up and the flowers are blooming. When the snow was falling, I was ready to pack up and move out. Now I’m a little reluctant to be leaving during this time when everyone comes out into the warming sun and becomes a community again. But not ten minutes after that thought, when the incessant horn honking erupts, and I get that fire in my chest that makes me want to blow up the world, I am reminded that those little annoyances add up quickly.
For our remaining time here I’ll be focusing on the things and places we will miss. And in the coming weeks, I’ll be taking advantage of what we have here in Park Slope. It’s a nice place to visit, but we don’t want to live here anymore.
