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Vermont is the best. Cheese. Ice Cream and PYGMY GOATS.
Having just returned from a trip to this glorious dairy-infused fantasyland and finding myself with a project list that holds approximately two million items I am afraid that I have been quite the negligent blogger but am trying to reform and will be back soon with a slew of recent work and photos.
For the present, I leave you with my fly-infested, lovable little friend.
Happy Monday!
Oh boy was this week a busy one.
On Monday, the actual 4th, Anthony and I flew home from South Carolina. We missed the holiday display of fireworks, but since they are in abundance in SC, I'm sure we'll get a show in at least once before the summer is over.
Ah, the glamour of operating a small theatre company. Wishbone's artistic director, John Mark, and I attended a healthy (
3.5 hours!!!
) lecture this week on the rules and regulations of achieving 501-C3 (tax exempt) status. It was run by a wonderful organization called Lawyers for the Creative Arts and was actually quite fascinating. You should see the stack of paperwork we've got to fill out!
Speaking of Wishbone, I've been working on a new identity for it which necessitates delving into the pantone world.
Oh, scooters. They seem like such the perfect mode of city transportation and it is fun to flirt with the idea of owning one (in this particular daydream flirtation, the harsh reality of only being able to actually use a scooter 5 months out of the year doesn't figure. Because that's what daydreams are for, dammit). Anthony found a place north of the city that restores vintage Vespas so we went to check it out. They were cute, we drooled and then took our scooter-less selves back home and continued to dream.
Fourth of July was pretty spectacular this year.
I hate overpacking. I spent so much time on the road my first few years at work that I got pretty adept at fitting an entire week's worth of clothes into a backpack and since that time will do just about anything to avoid a) checking a bag and b) having to worry about overhead bin space. And I like clothes. A lot. But I like just carrying one small bag through the airport even more.
All this to say that I've started keeping a stash of summer clothes at the lake so that I can pop a pair of shorts and a t-shirt in my purse and head on my way. This hat is actually Anthony's, but I've adopted it as it provides the perfect amount of shade for reading in the sun.
My dad is a huge fan of Mark Twain, so I got him the first volume of MT's musings for his birthday.
I spent the weekend nursing this particular addiction. Actually, Megan and my cousin are both immersed in the series as well, so there was some pretty extreme geekage going on. Winter is Coming!
We went on an excursion to Wal Mart and lo and behold they carrie Essie! Megan and I splurged on some summer colors.
Mom likes to fatten us up when we come home. This was by our side the entire weekend. When not eating candy, we stuffed our faces with the following items:
A gigantic pork shoulder.
Some incredible homemade bread.
Pre-dinner drinky drinks.
Steak and mushrooms.
Sinfully delicious mini cinnamon rolls.
The most decadent chocolate cake known to man.
All in all it was a wonderful weekend filled with family and food and oh-so-much fun.
To celebrate the fact that summer seems to have finally arrived in Chicago, we decided to splurge on some fancy lemonade and then Anthony got one of his brilliant ideas to use it as the base for a cocktail. The following is a visual guide to recreating:
And of course, no happy hour would be complete without:
So there you have it - a perfectly refreshing, slightly tangy lemonade cocktail with a little cooling infusion of mint. I like everything really tart, so mine used a LOT of lemon, but the best thing about this drink is that everything can be adjusted according to your tastes.
On that celebratory note, I will be heading to South Carolina for the 4th so there will be lots of pictures up next week!
Happy Independence Day!
I'm a little delayed on the Week in Tumblr posts, so here's a little catch up of the past few weeks:
I love seeing peonies in the grocery store. The colors are so perfectly spring-like and they just seem like generally happy flowers. Even the name 'peony' just sounds happy. You have to smile when you say it...it just has that effect. On me at least.
I have been ogling scooters a little bit. It all started when I wanted a bike...and then began looking around at the less labor intensive transport options. Plus the colors! Are so beautiful! Not that I will be justifying a several thousand dollar purchase instead of a few hundred dollar one anytime soon, but it is fun to dream.
After monthsandmonths of lusting over a certain striped dress on Madewell, I decided to take the plunge and am ridiculously happy about it. Do not ask me how many times I wore it around my apartment before taking it out into the world because I will not tell you.
Game of Thrones
ended this Sunday as did (sadly) our weekly viewing party dinners. We decided to end the season with some overindulgence and feasted on a 10 pound chuck roast, the most decadent cornbread ever seen on planet earth (as in contained bacon, dripping from aforementioned bacon and cubes of pepper jack cheese) and my first stab at a cherry pie. The only thing missing were horns of ale.
Do you ever have one of those moments where you look around your apartment and spot things that are all in the same color palette?
No?
Just me?
Okay.
Well, anyway, I had one of those moments this morning resulting in the above photograph. Items involved are: the book I started over a year ago and then needed Robert and Meryl visuals to help with some of the major plot points, new mascara (bought purely for the simple packaging), an industrial spring currently serving time as my business card holder and some awesomely cheap jewelry.