Do you ever walk into a store and plant your eyes on something that you feel has always been yours? As if you already had a history—or occupied a part of each other's lives? A sort of soulmate connection with an object is what I'm getting at; a coup de foudre with something inanimate. Before you think we're crazy, let's talk a little bit more about this Cat Mask...
Thing #1: De Niro Painting Postcards
We imagine that we all have certain objects—big and small— that make us feel comforted. The moment we see them, we have a "I'm home!" reaction; the feeling of being inside a safe space where we can relax and feel as though we have finally landed to rest awhile after a long day out in the world.
Empty Loft Party: the during and aftermath!
We've arrived! We've met this goal, and fulfilled this idea that we had exactly two months ago yesterday. Our loft is empty, the party has happened, and in a week or so we'll be kissing Wooster street farewell.
Empty Loft Party this Saturday, and a Yom-Kippur reflection
Exciting things first: YES! Our "Empty Loft Party" is this Saturday September 26th—and it's also my beautiful sister's 24th birthday (hey Lou hey!!)! We thought we would bring everyone together to celebrate these two very happy things. :) Invites to come, and so looking forward to posting some pictures next week!
In other news, another Yom Kippur has come and gone...
Yom Kippur on the horizon
About a week ago—while going through stacks of books, I came across a lone journal of mine. It had somehow found its own path, away from all the other journals stacked neatly against my "keepers" bookshelf.
Destination: Lower East Side!
On Friday + Saturday, we said goodbye to our Kilim rug (sorry Adnan, we'll have to wax-poetic about another piece of decoration!), the wonderful Restoration Hardware Baker's rack, and our sound system. In the process, we added more nic-nacs for sale on the site (see here!), we made some new friends... and through them we may have found two options for apartments we might want to inhabit come the winter time! Chelsea and the East Village—here we come...? We shall see!
Teta's House
My Teta (grandmother, in Arabic) has lived in the United States since 1973, inside the same house off Miller Rd in Swartz Creek, Michigan.
Teta was born in Beirut, and then relocated to Vienna briefly with my Jido (grandfather) and the twins (hi momma!) before making their way to Senegal, Africa for 14 years. From there, the family moved to the USA, and they have been here ever since. Clearly, Teta got her fair share of world travel early on—and ironically enough, in a time where the globe was much less accessible than it is today.
Hurry up + wait!...sorta
With a handful of things left to sell, and nothing but a few packing tasks to complete this weekend, we are very much in hurry up and wait! mode.
In the midst of it all, one of those final tasks is to go through remaining clothing—a last round of weeding out that will lighten that suitcase even more by the end of this month.
15 days + Vital Data with Etel Adnan
I'm having a bit of trouble recalling where it was that I first heard about Etel Adnan. But the minute I did I ran to the bookstore to pick up her writings. She is a Lebanese artist and writer in her 90's—and spent her life bouncing from Beirut to Paris to Northern California, and then back again. Though she's been creating her whole life, her work was only celebrated on a large-scale most recently...
A new Apple...for a new year!
First, wishing everyone a beautiful new year today!
קודם כל, שנה טובה ומתוקה לכולם!
Yesterday we stepped out of the usual Saturday routine and woke up at 7am to meet some Birchbox friends for a 5k run in Prospect Park. We ran for T.E.A.L.—to raise funds and awareness for the fight against ovarian cancer.
First of all, it was a beautiful day before the rain set in—the perfect day for such a worthy cause.
The horse has left the building!..along with a few others
Another round-up of furniture made it out the door last night. What luck we're having in meeting such wonderful people throughout this whole process...
Our first set of new friends—a couple of high school sweethearts who have been together for years—drove from Pennsylvania to pick up the Restoration Hardware pieces. They, themselves, have spent a very long time restoring their farm-house property and had been looking for this exact kitchen island for quite some time. Like the two of them, it was clearly a match meant to be! :)
Love seat
Noun.
1. A small upholstered sofa for two people.
- often designed in an S-shape so that the couple can face each other.
Ah, the love seat. What a wonderful concept — and name, for a piece of furniture.
Sliding barn door
For years, we had an interior design itch: we were determined to live in an apartment where we could install a sliding barn door.
Obviously, from the looks of this piece, we fulfilled the mission.
"Freedom"
Wew! Well that was a beautiful, and very much needed holiday weekend, wasn't it?
In the two-day break I took from this page I didn't go too far, but I did take the opportunity to fill up on lots of feel-good things—like some hot yoga, and some cinema, and a run on Hudson River Park...
Jewelry is up!
Burgers + Cones and a Labor Day Weekend SALE
I'll keep this short today, as I'm sure there are already many people taking off for the long weekend. ONE LAST THING THOUGH! The subject line is true: We're having a Labor Day Weekend Sale! :)
The little things
My coffee tastes extra delicious this morning.
It's the same coffee I make every day, but something about it this morning—or perhaps the way the honey + coffee came together with the perfect pinch of cinnamon—is slightly different, and especially tasty.
Farm-table goodbye (!) pizza party—tonight, 7:30p
Yep! You read that headline right. To commemorate our very large, very rustic farm table—which come this evening around 6:30p will be off to its very special new home—we are throwing a pizza (picnic) party with some friends, on the floor of course!
Flashback
There was a moment last night, where I was washing the dishes after dinner. Putting the small saucepan away in its spot beneath the kitchen island, I suddenly had a flashback to seeing this piece of furniture for the first time, when the previous tenant of our Wooster St loft was living here.
two leaves of a feather stick together...and one man's junk is another's treasure
Yesterday, a new British friend came by to give both the banana tree + fig leaf a new home in Brooklyn. We'll miss them so!...but it's also so great to know that the trees will move in together...there's the cue: two leaves of a feather...