Friday Photo: No. 42

This weekend, Mr. S and I are toasting to many more miles of marriage with a little road trip to Montreal for our six-year wedding anniversary. Sidenote: Six years?!? Eeeps! That makes me feel old! Carrying on...I've heard that Montreal is very similar to Paris with the tiny cobbled streets, pretty architecture and pastry shops. Not to mention, they speak French! Bonus points! We plan on renting bikes and riding along the river to the farmer's market, drinking lattes out of bowls and getting lost in the scramble of dainty streets. What are you up to for Memorial Day weekend? Isn't this weekend the best? It feels like a giant party to welcome summer!

+ Butterfly-shaped sugars.

+ Perfect for our road trip: an out-of-the-office mixtape.

+ It's been raining x1,000 in NYC, but this wet-gear guide made me smile.

+ These shoes make my heart sputter.

+ This chocolate looks like art.

+ Blackberry goat cheese tart.

+ Damn. French women are effortlessly chic.

+ Jennifer Egan has done it again. A story broken down into 140 characters.

+ A darling city guide to Montreal.

+ These ombre bowls are stunning.

+ Stop the presses: a braid bun!

+ This sunglasses + lipstick pairing guide is genius.

+ 24 days and counting until this starts.

P.S. Every year we've traveled for our anniversary. Year One: Sarasota, Florida. Year Two: Negril, Jamaica. Year Three: New York City. Year Four: Paris, France. Year Five: Athens/Santorini, Greece. Year Six: Montreal, Canada. Cheers to my husband and favorite travel companion. Happy anniversary!

{Photo credit: A.A}

Momma Question: Leaving Your Kids

I have a question for my sweet momma readers: How long is too long to be away from your children?

Mr. S and I are headed out of town on holiday for our sixth wedding anniversary {details to come!} and my parents are graciously watching CJ. We've done this every year since we've been married and it's arguably one of my very favorite times of year. Cuddly couple time! Squeee!

But this year, while I'm over-the-moon to get to spend time alone with my husband {we've even got a Latin grilling class on the books}, I'm feeling extra sad to leave my favorite three-foot guy behind, which seems silly considering I've left him many times before. Not to mention, CJ packed his own bag and told me he can't wait to go to "grandma's camp," where he gets spoiled x100.

So I'm curious, have you ever left your children? What was the occasion? For how long?

{Photo credit: Lawa}

Wanderer Of The World: Key West, Florida

It has been sopping wet in NYC for what feels like forever. The raindrops even look grey. CJ and I have jumped in 397 rain puddles, drank 101 cups of warm tea and drew 249 pictures of clouds. And now we're just ready to dry out.

Oh, Mr. Sun.

Well.

With nothing but soggy thunderstorms on deck for the rest of the week I'm oogling over photos from our trip to Key West back in January. You know, the time I actually ran there. I'm secretly wishing that a smidge of the sunshine will seep from the photos on my computer screen and put a little golden glow back over Manhattan.

Dreaming.

After racing {literally} down from Miami, my friend Kasey, Greg and myself all agreed we deserved a little Key West magic {honey sand + icy margaritas + hot pink sunsets + simple peace}, so we stayed in town for a few extra days. Kasey used to be a Key West native so we were ushered to the best Cuban restaurants, oyster bars, ice cream parlors and art galleries. We stayed at a cute little bed and breakfast that was stuffed between palm trees, meandering out for Key Lime pie on sticks and strolls along the marina where we pretended we owned a ritzy sailboat.

And because I'm sort of geeky about my love for writers, we even popped into the Hemingway House. It's totally touristy. But the stories are good. I enjoyed it. It may be Hemingway's best story. His life.

Our last night in town we decided to hop aboard one of those boozy sunset cruises. We drank sangria, plotted dream vacations and watched the sunset that slid from the sky like a melting dreamsicle. 

By trip's end, we left with tart margaritas flowing through our veins and enough sunshine sticking to our skin, that if you close on your eyes on a rainy day, you can still feel it.

Oh, Mr. Sun.

P.S. Greg and I loved eating at the Flaming Buoy {oh, the black bean soup!}, if you are ever in town looking for a restaurant off the grid. 

Friday Photo: No. 41

We are road trippin' it to Philadelphia this weekend for my niece's third birthday. The weather is supposed to be flawless, so I'm looking forward to drinking cold beers on the porch and taking in the smell of barbeque smoke. What are you doing this weekend, friends?

+ Summer punch!

+ Framing a vintage purse? Genius!

+ Have you heard of caviar nail polish? I just got the white.

+ Fishtail braids are so sweet for summer.

+ Somebody surprise me with this flirty blouse quick!

+ I love these grilling ideas for vegetarians {including watermelon!}.

+ The world's ugliest condo.

+ I want to see this exhibit five times!

+ These girls are wise beyond their years.

+ Gorgeous mamas wearing slings.

+ In honor of the warm weather...beaches!

{Photo credit via Awesome Pictures}

Honey Days

There is a time of year when the air starts to feel gooey with heat and the sun casts shades of honey so thick it feels as if it could stick to your skin. It is the moment that summer begins to churn into the city. 

That moment was this weekend.

And it was Mother's Day, too.

I felt like I found a golden egg.

Two certain misters in my life packed up a picnic for me, complete with a stack of peonies and slices of banana cake, and we bolted for Sheep's Meadow in Central Park. The air smelled like fresh-cut spearmint grass. And a tiny radio from a nearby sunbather softly belted Diana Krall from the speakers. 

Sort of perfect.

And then I got another little Mother's Day surprise...

CJ got a tattoo in my honor! Eeeps! He's grounded!

Just kidding! I thought it was totally rad! Psst...and it washed off in the bath!

Tough tattooed twins!

We did cartwheels in the grass barefoot, played soccer, hide and seek {CJ peeks!}, climbed up giant rocks and learned to fly.

Sort of perfect.

Then we decided to meander through the park to find some drippy ice cream.

But we found something better...

Musicians!

Correction: Musicians who let us play their violins!

There is a time of year when the air starts to feel gooey with heat and the sun casts shades of honey so thick it feels as if it could stick to your skin. The moment that summer begins to churn into the city. And some days, the absolute luckiest of ones, this is what it looks like to be a mom.

Honey days.

Totally perfect.

What did you get into for Mother's Day? Do you live close or far from your mama? {I live six hours away. Tear!}