THE MISS Q
Small world, cool world

I used to work with this dude back in my corporate real estate days. Whenever a holiday, special occasion, or random Tuesday arose, this dude would walk into the office toting a messenger bag on one arm while balancing trays of treats and snacks with the other. 

"It’s from my girlfriend," he would explain, setting out the trays for co-workers to indulge. "She loves cooking, baking, and making all of this stuff."

Girlfriend had a flair with food + presentation. I’m talking homemade cinnamon chips paired with an assortment of sweet and savory salsas, chocolate dipped biscotti and caramel coated pretzels, towers of whoopie pies with buttercream fillings, Christmas cookies that were painstakingly decorated with silver sprinkles and gold-dust icing. 

It was cool to see something so simple (snacks!) prepared with such love. Funny how when the passion is right there, you can literally see the difference in effort and execution. Plus who doesn’t love free delicious food in the middle of the day?!

I should mention that I eventually met Girlfriend when she came into our office one day to show off her very cute and very new puppy. She was pleasant and sweet and our exchange was simple as that. 

So anyway.
Time has passed.
I had a baby, moved, and peaced-out on that job.
Life has moved on.

Around the blogosphere (through reblogging, blog-hopping, blog name-dropping, blog hyperlinking, etc) I’ve heard rumblings of this cool (online) shop called Waiting on Martha.

Hmmm…I thought, Cute name. I should check that out. 

And when I finally clicked on a link and pulled up the website, there she was…Girlfriend! She opened her own business and runs an online shop with corresponding lifestyle blog. Oh, and obviously her name is not Girlfriend- it’s Mandy Kellogg Rye. She married that dude I worked with, moved to Atlanta, and when I finally put all of this together…

I was just so freaking happy for her. We’re not friends, nor even acquaintances, but there is just something really lovely about seeing someone chase a dream into reality. 

Nice work, Martha.

Tonight I’m dreaming of…

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  • Dining (and staying) at Blackberry Farms
  • A wall full of photo books that are up-to-date
  • French bread and assorted cheeses
  • Easy, breezy air travel with Wells this weekend (I am hella nervous)
  • Rihanna’s crazy ass instagrams
  • Windblown hair and bicycle rides
  • Wells, drooling all over his shirt because he’s laughing and babbling with such tremendous enthusiasm
  • An herb garden
  • Peace and strength to those in need…especially those in Oklahoma who are struggling to assemble fragments of what once was

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Outdoor pizza oven…otherwise known as the THE ULTIMATE CULINARY DREAM.

It will be mine, oh yes, (someday) it will be mine. 

All Things Are Still

I’m drinking some night-time medicinal concoction, laying on the floor of my studio, and cranking away at various written things. Kind of like this:

I am still sniffling but optimism is gaining. Face washed, teeth unbrushed. Porch light on. At once…all things are still.

A 1-year-old sleeps upstairs, splayed out like a starfish. He is still a culinary wizard; waving a plastic spatula around as a tiny scepter as he toddles across the floor. He is like a miniature, grumpy old man, grunting and shrieking during meals demanding this, that, or MORE CHEESE. 

A husband catches up on one of the five European soccer matches he has on DVR. “I have a meeting tomorrow at 10am,” he says. "In Nebraska." A black-and-white dog snores while nuzzled against his legs. 

The vet is polite on the phone. Candid, funny. He cares so much it’s refreshing.

Wonder is out and about, with snowflakes swirling and twirling. Odd to witness but I am secretly glad winter is lingering.

A kind text reinforces that thank-you notes are overrated and bad for the environment.

A sister continues to be loved and inspired, letting her hopes run wildly brilliant on an unorthodox piece of real estate.

I see and I seek, both of what I know and what I hope to know someday.

Energy continues to flow, we breathe in and out. 

All things are still.

*good night, big dreams*

My mind wanders to stories that need to be told, streets in Belgium that I long to walk, gardens that I wish to grow, macarons that I dream of eating, over the top dinner parties that I want to host, and the moment of pointing things out to Wells and saying “See? Isn’t that beautiful?”

My mind wanders to stories that need to be told, streets in Belgium that I long to walk, gardens that I wish to grow, macarons that I dream of eating, over the top dinner parties that I want to host, and the moment of pointing things out to Wells and saying “See? Isn’t that beautiful?”

estimfalos:

Hope and Dream, Makoto Tojiki

The forward direction of light always entices hope and dream. The young girl is always in pursuit of womanly beauty, not knowing womanly beauty is always pursuing her. Her loveliness and the gorgeousness of her reflected light will dance the radiant dance of luminous splendour, resulting in fleeting images that are as ephemeral and enigmatic as the passing shadow of a bird.

Just radiant.

On The Cusp

Last night Fitz asked if we could go over some calendar stuff. Translation: get out our respective laptops and start plugging in weddings, events, travel, etc. 

We tackled today (Fitz’s very first day of grad school), and worked our way into November 2013. Eleven months down the road!

I began to feel a bit dizzy. Didn’t 2013 just begin? How is my life already charted and recorded for the entire year? With each event entered, my hands clicked away on the keyboard, and I felt more and more stifled. 

Suffice to say, this little activity proved to be a very sobering reality of what lies ahead.

There are about five separate occasions where Fitz will be gone for one full week, either due to business, travel, school, etc. Doing the whole single-parent thing for one week at a time is tough stuff (and yes, I realize there are people who do it 24/7; my situation is nothing to complain about, I’m not asking for sympathy). Due to his program being concentrated, every other weekend he has school. During the week he works a full time job which requires quite a bit of travel in the Spring. What we could not put in the calendar: allotted time for studying, researching, or writing papers…simply because it is too early to know how that portion will fit into our schedules and lives.

It’s funny because I was completely swept away by the excitement of all of this. And who wouldn’t be? Fitz worked so hard to get to this point; it’s been a life-long dream. I remember a conversation long ago that started with “I think I’m interested in going back to school.” That turned into “I’m going to stay at the office after work to take a GMAT practice exam.” For those unfamiliar a practice exam takes 4 hours to complete, which meant that I was usually asleep when he came home. Schools were visited, letters of recommendation were requested, and after a few ups and downs and a brief spell of disappointment, all of a sudden, we were celebrating big news:

a program that fit the need to be filled
a start date in January
hugs, kisses, and the clink of glasses filled with pinot noir

We cheered for this news because it was good news. It IS good news. 

This year will not be easy. There will be a lot of time where it is just me + Wells. This year will require extra effort and difficult sacrifices for Fitz and for me. But inside every bit of difficulty lies opportunity (one of my favorite Albert Einstein quotes that I’ve gone back to many times over in my life). I am facing this year, and all of its challenges, and I am determined to make it great. While I am NOT one for resolutions, I am one for dream-chasing. And last time I checked, no dream was fulfilled without hard work. 

Last night was the night for being a sissy and calling the wambulance.

But this is the year for kicking ass. 

beyonce 

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More is more…yes it is!

thehappymonday:

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I’m craving New York. Badly.I resigned from my job in May of this year. This Fall would have been our annual marketing conference at our NY HQ. I adored this trip. It provided a chance for me to see my east coast counterparts, visit my much-missed NY-based friends, and stomp all around a city I love for about 5 days straight. I loved exploring new restaurants, shopping in Soho, and winding up at gay bars at 2am laughing over vodka tonics. I love the dirty, gritty streets and the lively air. That city is MAGIC, I tell you. While solo trips to NY may not be on my immediate radar, a new item has been added to my bucket list. It’s no secret that Home Alone is my hands down, all-time favorite Christmas movie. Last December, when I was very heavily pregnant, I threw in Home Alone 2: Lost in New York and settled in for some John Hughes-themed holiday revelry. It got me thinking…those New York trips provided such lovely memories for me over the years. I longed to create some great memories for my baby-to-be in a city that I held so dear.So I thought…wouldn’t it be awesome to visit New York in winter, stay at The Plaza, and stroll through Central Park with my husband and little boy? Yes, yes, and YES. It should be noted that the Plaza is not even close to being within our budget, but nothing wrong with dreaming big right? I jokingly modified this bucket list item to read, “Hot Chocolate at the Plaza, accommodations at local Hilton.” :)  Image 

I’m craving New York. Badly.

I resigned from my job in May of this year. This Fall would have been our annual marketing conference at our NY HQ. I adored this trip. It provided a chance for me to see my east coast counterparts, visit my much-missed NY-based friends, and stomp all around a city I love for about 5 days straight. I loved exploring new restaurants, shopping in Soho, and winding up at gay bars at 2am laughing over vodka tonics. I love the dirty, gritty streets and the lively air. That city is MAGIC, I tell you. 

While solo trips to NY may not be on my immediate radar, a new item has been added to my bucket list. It’s no secret that Home Alone is my hands down, all-time favorite Christmas movie. Last December, when I was very heavily pregnant, I threw in Home Alone 2: Lost in New York and settled in for some John Hughes-themed holiday revelry. It got me thinking…those New York trips provided such lovely memories for me over the years. I longed to create some great memories for my baby-to-be in a city that I held so dear.

So I thought…wouldn’t it be awesome to visit New York in winter, stay at The Plaza, and stroll through Central Park with my husband and little boy? Yes, yes, and YES. 

It should be noted that the Plaza is not even close to being within our budget, but nothing wrong with dreaming big right? I jokingly modified this bucket list item to read, “Hot Chocolate at the Plaza, accommodations at local Hilton.” :)  

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