You guys. There is a new magazine in the world devoted to style and food (!!). Here’s how Cherry Bombe describes itself: “a beautifully designed biannual magazine that celebrates women and food—those who grow it, make it, serve it, style it, enjoy it and everything in between. It is about sustenance and style and things that nourish the mind, the eye and, of course, the stomach.”
Food and fashion. Two of my favorite things, combined. So very exciting. I’m drooling, in fact.
The inaugural issue (which features one of my favorite artists and subject of my I-want-to-be-her-when-I-grow up reveries, Jennifer Rubell) is sitting on my coffee table, patiently waiting for my week to be over so that I can curl up and devour it (couldn’t resist).keep looking »
It’s been a while! Blogosphere, I missed you. Here’s a few quick links to get things started:
I just found out that J.Crew has a “Factory” site. And everything is 40% off right now. Is this site new news? Probably not, but you’re welcome.
I spent Friday night on the couch, shamelessly devouring a stack of September issues. So much inspiration! So much cereal eaten from the box! I came away with one essential must-do for the fall: a burgundy lipstick. There are, of course, so many potential shades, but this shade from Laura Mercier is a current contender.
Event alert event alert! Tickets for the September 24 District Sample Sale are on sale. If you’re not familiar, it’s a one-night-only event featuring series markdowns on high-end local boutique merchandise (like, up to 90% off), plus a silent auction, tons of free beauty and food samples/donors, and ultimately 100% of proceeds goes to women’s and children’s charities. Buy a party dress and rock it at the Corcoran’s Fall Fete: Americans in Paris, the 1869 Society’s fall party on September 27. The evening is inspired by American Journeys–Visions of Place, a reinstallation of the historic American art galleries that conveys the changing notion of place in the history of American art. One of those inspiration centers, then and forever? Paris, mon cheri. Are you going? Say oui.
Til next time…keep looking »
I’m not a DIYer. While I do consider myself as creative–I always have for aesthetic ideas bouncing around in my mind–I don’t really know how to sew or make jewelry or artfully distress a pair of jeans. I do, however, have several cool scraps of fabric laying around my house that I’ve been saving for the day when I magically learn to sew and decide to make pillows (I know, they aren’t hard). I have some amazing sea branches on my dresser from a trip to Puerto Rico that I imagine being really cool displays/organizers for my necklaces. Every time I dig through my pile of jewels, I’m reminded of my DIY-ineptitude.
I realize that part of the DIY-fun is trying it, figuring it out, and maybe failing, but the part of me that is wildly perfectionistic wants to just jump into being a Total DIY Rockstar.
Lately, I’ve noticed a slew of classes–online and in-person, that seem like the perfect solution. Here are some 4 options, 3 of which are local!
Any you know of/like?keep looking »
This weekend I decamped to Lexington, Virginia for some restorative family time and outdoor challenges. I’m almost done with Cheryl Strayed’s Wild and reading it has been giving me serious hiking urges and overall wanderlust. Plus, I miss the smell of the honeysuckle and the sound of treefrogs and the Eastern Towhee. You can take the girl out of the country but you can’t take the country out of the girl.
On Saturday we hiked up above Goshen Pass, where I grew up swimming in the summers. We crossed a swinging footbridge across the river, then hiked Hunters Trail and Little Peak Trail to Viewing Rock, where we had a great view of Lake Merriweather.
I snuggled with my nieces and nephews, ate delicious breakfasts out on the porch, inspected my parents’ gardening skills, and marveled at the stars. On Saturday night, the field leading up to my parent’s house was filled with hundreds of fireflies, making the top half of the view the dark sky filled with bright stars and the bottom half a field lit by starlight and hundreds of firefly lights. It was as if they were shooting stars. I can’t even describe how amazing it was, and there wasn’t any way to photograph it. Sometimes the best things can’t be captured.