Make it so

If I ever find a genie in a bottle, I will wish for world peace, limitless wealth and the ability to transform any place into this (accordion included):

As it should be

A chai latte and this welcoming sight is the perfect start to my morning:




It's 2011 and I'm a hopeless city girl.

Necessity is the mother of roadtrips

What do you do when you need to get away but only have a 3 day weekend?

You take a roadtrip to Milwaukee.

Which went something like this:


























And if that's not enough to win your heart, then be sure to stop by Nomad's where this is a $5 deal any night of the week:






God bless you, Milwaukee. I shall return.

Morning perks

Starting work at 5:30 in the morning doesn't have many perks, but this is definitely one of them:


















I'm happily back to a 9am start time but...I do miss that.

Remember me

Having visited ancient ruins around the world, trying desperately to imagine the lives of the people that walked the same road, bridge, floor that I now traversed I sometimes find myself wondering... Will tourists someday file past the foundations of these buildings and wonder what kind of people walked under their towering shadow? Will they imagine me?

Peek-a-boo

I've been waiting for the free time to edit some photos from an afternoon exploring several vintage shops. But, sigh, the moment has not arrived. My camera has not been untouched since then but I stubbornly just keep waiting...waiting...

Feels a bit like life. So in the smallest gesture I'm defying the oh so human desire to wait for the perfect moment and instead go with the unpolished, the unimpressive, the simple and, yet, the delightful.

While cleaning, I noticed something strange about my laptop bag:





Did you find him?

Yes, my lord

I'm beginning to think that Chicagoans are really just suffering from a very, very bad case of Stockholm Syndrome. Our winter (and in this case, spring too!) is so harsh that when our great captor finally graces us with fair weather, we are utterly delirious with delight and devotion. Were the last few days as heavenly as I imagined it or is it merely the delusions of broken spirit? You tell me:

At my office:






At the lake:






At Rib Fest 2011: (That dark mass protruding from her dress is, yes, a dog.)





At my family reunion: