Very Merry

This time of year, seems to go by so quickly. Although I'd like to consider myself, Santa's favorite brunette and know for sure that there will be no coal present in any of my stockings, I never feel ready for the season at hand. Suddenly, it's time to run around the city in search of the perfect presents for everyone from my little brothers to my beau, and to ready my tiny apartment for family and friends to eat, drink, be merry, and misbehave.

Old Faithfuls

Sometimes,

it's the same old shi[r]t, different day.

Without much to say, you can hardly finish a train of thought, nonetheless figure out the perfect things to text him. Other days, you know exactly what to say and with whom you need to say it. Those moments when everything just spills out of your guts and onto the paper - or the keyboard. No need to look at the lunch menu, because you've never been so sure that a BLT, coffee, and side of fries is what you want.

Wait,

is this the moment when you realize that you're actually a full, life-size adult? Look at you ordering a double espresso with your lunch.

Booting About

A few weeks ago, it became really chilly in the city. Almost out of nowhere, it was time to layer up, find a cozy place by a fire to sip on some hot tea with honey, and bundle under blankets with your boo.

The Big Chill

Sometimes, when you least expect it, a big chill comes and swoops you right off your feet.

The city, lately, has been windy and full of change. And, if there's something I've learned living here for this long, it's that a girl should always be prepared to brace the cold without having to sacrifice her cool. 

Some time last week, I spent the afternoon with an old friend, retracing the steps that lead us to the city. I'd been feeling a little melancholy or like suddenly the blocks were all turning to quicksand. So fast, so many moving parts. I swear I blinked and everything changed. At dinner, between merlot's and a shared Croque Monsieur, I found myself referring to living in Brooklyn as being "a lot like having a love-hate relationship". Then, it dawned on me. 

You'll Always Be My Boo(t)

Why try to change me now?

Denim, leather, repeat, has always been my uniform. Add a tough girl boot or biker jacket and I don't really need much else. I guess, a lot like in life, if you know what it is that you love

the most, then you don't need many things. So, I stay on the fringe through all seasons, and keep a boot on, no matter what. After all, a girl needs to be prepared to take a few falls, stomp the block after midnight, or run home, as needed. The city and it's paces, aren't so forgiving. And walking fast towards home, his apartment, or the subway is where most days begin. 

Patchwork

It feels like just yesterday I was rolling around on the beach, wet-hair-don't-care. And, although I only really feel alive under the sun, colorful, and free, the Fall speaks to me, too. 

Now, I daydream in technicolor of a different kind. Ready for the season ahead, to bundle, to boot around. 

Readying to go home for the holiday's can be something else and feel a little like piecing it all together. Between unexpected run-in's from high school's past, and all the family time and leftovers you can stand, this time of year is filled with so many things. Have you been to a strip mall in the suburbs this time of year? Or, did you ever run into your high school crush at the mall, 10 years later? Let's really talk about that one.

I Wood

Confession: 

I've officially worn these clogs down to the bone. I even started wearing them with socks.

Clogs with socks, people! A whole new me.