summer in photos.

i've had a hard time forming words into actual sentences this week and an overwhelming sense of anxiety is filling my lungs. this summer may hold a lot of change in our household, and at the same time, this summer may hold absolutely nothing besides fresh berries at the farmer's market turned into multiple cobblers. i'm trying to wrap my head around one or the other and it's the uncertainty that feeds the anxiety. 

i fill the blog with superfluous material things that enter my brain and for whatever reason i deem these things necessary to share with a handful of people. but behind all that, there are huge questions consuming my brain as of late. to be correct, there is always something more consuming on my brain than foldable luggage, but the visual distraction is freeing. the importance lies in not placing emphasis on the having and the wanting of the things, which then circles back around to comparing ourselves to others. it goes without saying, i make an effort to curate the prettiest of things to put on the blog, but behind the scenes my brain may actually explode and start to ooze out my eye sockets. hey, now you know. 

no matter what happens, summer will go as it should.... juicy peaches, freckled shoulders, and translucent light. there's comfort in that.

gorgeous photos by jennifer causey.

foldable carry-on luggage.

ed and i have been debating the purchase of a platform(ish) bed for a while now and my only gripe is the loss of under-bed storage. i love the thought of sleeping closer to the ground, though honestly it's an inevitable change as sam wiggins has actually hurt himself jumping on and off the bed. CLEARLY there are other ways to fix this problem besides buying a new bed, but my arm needn't be twisted too much in the first place.

anywho, this isn't a post about platform beds. rather, this sturdy nylon carry-on folds down to a shove-it-in-your-closet-friendly 3" thick. perfecto!

now where to put ed's guitar that currently resides under the bed.... ?

from flight 001 via new york magazine.

anti-theft lunch bags.

sandwich bags for the prankster. i'd toss it without blinking if i found this in the break-room fridge.

via design milk.

bubby's.

a few gloomy weekends ago we took ourselves down to tribeca for brunch at bubby's. i most highly recommend the home fries and broiled grapefruit with brown sugar. and grits! grits are weird but if you've never tried cheese grits, by all means. the wild maine blueberry pancakes could easily be shared with at least three people.

the creme brulee of morning citrus.

the ambiance at bubby's reminds me of a citified cracker barrel in the finest sort of way. tell me you've stopped at cracker barrel on a road trip?!

after brunch we strolled to adeline adeline a few blocks away to peruse the bikey goods. not too shabby tribeca.

thinking about...

got my yearly mole check this week at the dermatologist
YOU should do the same
soaked up every word of adam platt's interview with michael pollan
stunning photos of the high line
vintage sneakers for the weekend
bring on the jersey peaches!
the first step towards transparency in health care costs
sounds boring, read it anyway
bike bag that doubles as a tote
granola and coffee...

entryway idea.

i guess i still have entryways on the mind as our every day shoes pile up in the hallway and coats get thrown over a chair. depending on the season, i wear the same coat everyday and i'm constantly to-ing and fro-ing in and out of the apartment. i swear i daydream about throwing my coat, scarf, and bag on some sort of entryway system.

though i have to think that a wall-mounted system is best for a small space as it keeps the floor uncluttered, blu dot's steel and walnut coat rack is pretty sleek.

what's your front door catch-all solution?

blue plate oysterette in santa monica.

our hotel was in walking distance to blue plate oysterette and i could have easily eaten there every night. i have no doubt that their sister restaurants, simply named blue plate and blue plate taco (blue plate much?) are equally as delicious. scoring an al fresco table feels like winning the lottery on a perfect 70 degree day, though that's mostly every day in california, no? you guys on the west coast got the weather in the bag.

two orders of the most amazing grilled fish tacos and a side of coconut rice. we came back two days later and ordered it again. 

surely i can somehow replicate this coconut rice at home. thanks for the blue plate tip, abbey!

ps: breakfast in santa monica.