27 June, 2011

Scenes From The Weekend

I spent the weekend at my love's flat in the city, and it was an amazing weekend. It always is, when I'm with him. On Friday we went to Nine Muses restaurant in Greektown (this place is my favorite restaurant in Chicago...in fact, for the past few years, all important occasions have been celebrated there), then hopped across the street to Artopolis for dessert.

Saturday we went Kayaking on Lake Michigan (or, rather, he kayaked and I sat up front and enjoyed the view...). The cloudy sky worked to our advantage as the weather was cooler and we avoided overheating. The water was crystal clear...so clear that in shallow areas we could see the sand at the bottom.

And the best part? We were told to Kayak to a certain point on the lake where we were able to see a shipwreck under the water. As it turns out, Lake Michigan apparently has thousands of wrecks that are well preserved because of the lake's cold freshwater.

How was your weekend?

{rice pudding....yum}

{colorful flowers}

{beautiful sunsets}

{I love this man}


20 June, 2011

For Desire

Give me the strongest cheese, the one that stinks best;
and I want the good wine, the swirl in crystal
surrendering the bruised scent of blackberries,
or cherries, the rich spurt in the back
of the throat, the holding it there before swallowing.
Give me the love who yanks open the door
of his house and presses me to the wall
in the dim hallway, and keeps me there until I'm drenched
and shaking, whose kisses arrive by the boatload
and begin their delicious diaspora
through the cities and small towns of my body.
To hell with the saints, with martyrs
of my childhood meant to instruct me
in the power of endurance and faith,
to hell with the next world and its pallid angels
swooning and sighing like Victorian girls.
I want this world. I want to walk into
the ocean and feel it trying to drag me along
like I'm nothing but a broken bit of scratched glass,
and I want to resist it. I want to go
staggering and flailing my way
through the bars and back rooms,
through the gleaming hotels and weedy
lots of abandoned sunflowers and the parks
where dogs are left off their leashes
in spite of the signs, where they sniff each
other and roll together in the grass, I want to
lie down somewhere and suffer for love until
it nearly kills me, and then I want to get up again
and put on that little black dress and wait
for you, yes you, to come over here
and get down on your knees and tell me
just how fucking good I look

Kim Addonizio

09 June, 2011


I read about Birchbox last month in a magazine, and signed up right away. Birchbox is an online retailer of luxury beauty products and they offer a subscription service that sends you a box of luxe beauty samples monthly, for only $10/month. You can cancel at any time, as you pay month-by-month. And, if you really like any of the samples you receive, you can buy the full size through Birchbox at a discounted rate.

I was slightly hesitant as I waited for my first "beauty box", but, it arrived yesterday and I was more than pleasantly surprised. The packaging was well done (I'm a sucker for pretty packaging!) and the samples were themed.

"We've got a case of wanderlust --we're dreaming of tropical isles with deserted white sand beaches and exotic cities filled with colorful bazaars. Is it any surprise that this month's box is all about travel? We're excited to share our favorite vacation-ready products and jetsetter tips..."

Could they have picked a better theme to hook this customer? Wanderlust, tropical isles, beaches, exotic cities, bazaars.....I loved it before I even looked at the contents!

In my box this month:

Archipelago Pomegranate Soap (smells heavenly)

Kate Spade Twirl Perfume Sample (A little to floral for my taste, but my sister loved it)

Laura Geller Baked Blush N' Brighten (This actually came in the FULL size...a $30 product. I used it last night and received a few compliments on my glowing skin)

Sircuit Cosmeceuticals Molecular Mist (An Evian-like face mist. It did a good job hydrating but the vanilla scent was too overpowering for something that goes on my face)

Deborah Lippmann Stripper to Go Nail Lacquer Removers (Love these. They smell great and are so handy for travel)

It is so much fun to receive a little box of beauty samples in the mail -- it balances out the not so pleasant bills and such :)

If I've convinced you to give it a try, you can sign up here.

05 June, 2011

sometimes i feel things that refuse to offer words

sometimes my hands want to weave the feelings from my head, tie them into ultra-violet ribbons for you to unwrap and knot again. sometimes these thoughts crack and start to leak, i pretend they melted and made the sky. they lose their pink breath inside my body, start to swell before they rise, start to float before i can swallow them with hands or tongue. sometimes what i’ve got to say is best when i don’t say it. and when i feel you, i feel you all over. it goes past my words and sinks into a soft swollen secret. it slips from my reaches, it hums on the outskirts of my thoughts. six am and my head was filled with red and blue popping stars. the sun was peeking from our shadows and i wanted to steal your watery eyes as a reminder, wanted to pour and hang in the air like i could freeze the liquid of the moment and study it’s parts. sometimes when what i’ve got to say can’t fit into the slow symbols of a word or dangle from the ribcage of some golden knitted sentence, it’s best when i don’t say it. when i scribble the thoughts and they can’t pour the way they fall inside my head like heavy hot rain, it’s best when i don’t say it. we were coming down, spheres of lights waited on the otherside like an audience, can you still feel it? we stood on a dividing line, a speck of temporary beneath the sea of infinite. squinted our eyes and pretended to pluck it’s pieces, hid them in baskets made from our shirts. the universe was sinking into the wet and sandy palms of our hands, for the moment we grabbed it. and for the rest of my life, i’ll never give it back.

[I can't find the original source of this....it has been saved in my inspiration folder for quite a while....if you know who wrote it, please let me know!]

02 June, 2011


Rome is effortless - its antiquidated charm, colorful stucco walls, vibrant neighborhoods, lively locals and cafes that beckon from every laundry silhouetted alley make for a city that is easy to explore, easy on the eyes and, most importantly, easy on the soul.

To me, Rome is carelessness - not the raucous kind, but one that allows you to step outside your front door, and embrace whatever the day may bring with arms wide open, blissful and unabashed.

In Rome, we explored ruins, piazzas, small pizzerias where we watched futbol matches with over-zealous fans. We hopped in and out of boutiques, acquiring a silky dress in one, a flowing scarf in another.

We maneuvered around speeding vespas and old mercedes. At night, we crossed the bridge to Trastevere where a tree lined street hid many lively clubs where we danced until our feet hurt and drank until we could no longer feel the pain.

We participated in street performances, joined a massive demonstration and wandered cobblestone streets until the wee hours of the morning.

In short, we lived every single moment.