Friday, April 29, 2011

The Royal Wedding

Let the pomp and circumstance begin!
William Arthur Philip Louis (Prince William of Wales)
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Catherine Elizabeth "Kate" Middleton

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Now that the wedding bells have chimed, this is probably my favorite story to emerge from the fairy tale day.  As reported by Vanity Fair..."Meet Grace Van Cutsem, the tiny frowning bridesmaid that stole the show"...



{via}

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Cuff Me

I'm not sure what's going on here...is this jewelry dripping off of jewelry?  I want it.

{Found here}

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Tying One On

When I lived in NY throughout my entire 20's, I lived above the infamous bar, Dorrian's.  The preppy watering hole was known for...you got it...The Preppy Murder.  It was also the hang-out for Yankees players and SNL actors.  Membership had its privileges...I had a collection of their pint glasses, could get in through the side door, and if the jukebox didn't play my song while there, no worries...I could still hear it even when I went upstairs.  The Dorrian family owned the 4 story building and at one time or another, we were all crushing on the Dorrian boys.  This was our second home.  This was our Cheers.  Nothing really ever changes there and I like knowing that. 
Last November, they celebrated their 50 year anniversary.  And to commemorate the event, Vineyard Vines produced ties with their "red hand" logo on them.  If you happen to know all too well about late nights at D's and would like a tie, you'll have to venture to 84th & 2nd in Manhattan to buy one.  There are still some left.  

{Photos taken by my old neighbor, Kerry Cheeseboro & via}
  
 

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Audubon

Happy Birthday to John James Audubon!  What perfect timing as I'm now on a mission to find the perfect painting of an egret after my trip to New Orleans. 
Oh...and perhaps an oyster plate or two...

{2nd photo from my trip to New Orleans}



Hippity Hoppity

Peanut Butter Eggs + Chocolate Bunnies +  Peeps + 3 Egg Hunts = Easter Overload 
A darling egg hunt at the home of my high school friend.
The Golden Egg!
Easter at my mom's...
My sister...
Bunny Love...
Loot!  There it is...
The monkey dances to Keisha's Tick Tock so
Stella was dancing along, showing us her moves...
Things got a little hare-y...
Wild hare...
Hope your household is not still in a sugar coma likes ours is!

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Going Home

"You see us as you want to see us...in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain...and an athlete...and a basket case...a princess...and a criminal. Does that answer your question? Sincerely yours, The Breakfast Club"
One week ago today I attended my 20th high school reunion.  To say it was a wonderful, magical weekend is an understatement.  I had not gone to my 10th and rarely returned to my hometown so this was a big deal.  I grew up in the Mandeville/Covington/Madisonville area, which is on the other side of the lake from New Orleans.  There are pockets that are so charming, with picture perfect homes, straight out of Southern Living.  Homes that I've been looking up on real estate sites, daydreaming about, emailing to friends jokingly suggesting we time-share...the kind of homes with painted shutters, gas-lit lanterns, wrap around porches, and jasmine spilling over.
It was a great place to grow up.  And the friends...we got together as though we hadn't skipped a beat.  The first night back included a dinner with friends, a trip to the local pub where so many familiar faces were, and it all ended at the Waffle House at 3am.  I felt like I was 17 all over again.  The reunion event the next night was spent catching up with more old classmates.  So many of the women looked great, just as they did 20 years ago.  I think time has caught up more with the men.  I'm actually happy I skipped our 10 year because I would have just been a bundle of nerves back then.  But this one...well, everybody seemed so comfortable and friendly and genuinely excited to see one another.  It was so successful that we all agreed we would reunite in 5 years instead of waiting for another 10 to pass by.  My best friend and I took a picture in the photo booth...it was the end of the night so not the best but one of the only ones I have from the event.  She now lives in DC with twins but we're still best friends to this day...
The morning after I was up early watching TV in bed in our hotel room, thinking about the whole weekend.  A wave of feeling homesick and nostalgic washed over me and I just sat there and cried.  Hard.  It was such a delayed reaction.  And this feeling lingered over this past week, so much so that I couldn't sit down and write about it.  I remember my first night in my college town I had dinner with a high school friend, who, by the way, just made an album in Nashville and we'll probably see on the CMAs one day...anyway, he said something that night that I'll never forget.  He said we spend 4 years of high school trying to get out and the rest of our lives trying to get back in.  Y'all don't worry...now that I'm fully settled down from the trip and life is back in full swing, I'm feeling less clingy to yesterday.  It was funny, though, that the show I was watching while crying so hard was CBS Sunday Morning and they were interviewing Molly Ringwald, who has just turned 40.  

After the weekend of reunion festivities, Jeff and I headed across the lake to spend some time in New Orleans.  I couldn't be that close and not get my fill of everything the city has to offer.  We stayed in this hotel pictured below right in the French Quarter, another area just dripping in charm.
I do suggest that if you ever stay in the Quarter, make sure to get a courtyard facing room so you can have a peaceful sleep.  Even though we stayed right on Bourbon & Toulouse, we didn't hear a peep.  We had such fun roaming the streets, the shops, and trying to figure out where Brad & Angelina live.  Nick Cage had just been arrested there the day before...so sorry we missed out on the action.  
Po-boys and jambalaya at Mother's...
(only because my all time fav, Central Grocery was closed on Sundays)
We stumbled upon newly opened, Sylvain, a restaurant/bar that just does everything right from the understated decor to the way they serve a bloody mary (with a tiny pickled okra and a side shot of beer...oh and they boil and peel their tomatoes, no mix here).  We chatted with the owner who also writes for Playboy and has lived in New York.  He moved to New Orleans to open this perfect little spot.
We had an early dinner at Galatoire's and it was heaven!  It is truly old school New Orleans where it's mandatory for men to wear a jacket and they ask you if you prefer a certain waiter, assuming you're a regular.  I should have made Jeff wear a seersucker jacket...    
"Tradition no 136: We serve French bread as hot as our summers" - Galatoire's
A few more snapshots of our time there...
We wrapped up the trip with the morning at Cafe du Monde for beignets and their delicious coffee made of chicory...the perfect ending.