On Sleeping Alone

Sleeping by myself took getting used to, but I got the hang of it. You gotta sleep in the middle. It’s not healthy to have a side when no one has the other side.
— Eric Barry from Something's Gotta Give

I have one side, and six of my pillows have the other side. Does that look unhealthy to you?

For the Love of Shoes

Photo taken at Creatures of Comfort on Mulberry Street

Oops, I did it again.

I fell in love with a pair of shoes. Acne's ankle-wrapped, block-heeled "Terra" pumps, to be exact.

They're the kind of shoes that look sort of odd and hideous on display, but, when I tried them on, I just knew. It was like Cinderella's foot sliding perfectly into that glass slipper. What's special to me about these shoes is that they're sexy, but not in that typical Louboutin way. There's a certain allure in the confidence and boldness of the design. I was seduced.

I knew that I wanted them. It wasn't a question of if I would buy them. It was a matter of when, and, really, if we're to get down to it, how.

The obstacle for the "how" was my budget. I had been checking things off of my fall shopping list left and right and didn't expect to come across these beauties. They weren't on the list, so, I added them as "day-to-night heels."

On the same day that I made the purchase, I bought a 5-pack of instant ramen noodles, which I figured would cover dinner Monday through Friday. I also swore that I would make cut-backs on everything else in order to balance out this expense.

Strangely, this was a reminder that life is just moving pieces: If you want this, cut back on that... And so forth. When you really want to make something happen, there's always a way. Not entirely sure this was the most responsible way to go about it, but the answer is always there--you just have to figure it out.

Ode to the Donut Peach

Oh, Donut Peach!

How I love thee!

Thy sweet flesh is perfumed 

With golden-honey summer rays

And touched with hints of almond.

Thy petite being nestles comfortably

In the heart of my palm.

May thine glow with a decadence

That knows the heights of exquisite pastries

Yet remains humble enough for all to enjoy.

How I weep upon feeling the crispness of autumn

For I must soon bid you farewell.

Until you blossom next season

And we meet again at Citarella...

A Moveable Feast in Bed

I bought this book because of this passage:

As I ate the oysters with their strong taste of the sea and their faint metallic taste that the cold white wine washed away, leaving only the sea taste and the succulent texture, and as I drank their cold liquid from each shell and washed it down with the crisp taste of the wine, I lost the empty feeling and began to be happy and to make plans.