Capos and dreadlock antennae

If the stills of our blanket fort weren't enough to make you super jealous of our awesomeness, now you can watch video and hate even more!

Aaron, you owe me a Bon Iver song.

Devilish winter weather.

Party people, can y'all get funky?

happy spring-like weather, y'all.

It's a hard knock life.

Justin: This has been my day so far:
8:30 - wake up.
9:00 - look at things on the internet.
9:45 - queue things on tumblr.
10:30 - read
12 - decide to take a nap.
2:45 - wake up, look at more things on tumblr
3:30 - decide to take shower
4:15 - troll Facebook
4:42 - poder why I am so lazy while I lay belly down on my bed in a towel.
4:43 - decide to text vina about it.

Hugh Laurie and a pug.

I've had this photo on my desktop for about three weeks now.
It makes me happy.
That is all.

Sofia: Yeah, I'm married. I'm not even his friend on Facebook.

Summer can't come fast enough.

Why didn't we think of this sooner?!

This week has been a roller coaster of emotions.
I am wholly glad that it is over. More later.

I bless the rains down in Africaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

 

 

 

 

 

This night. This was an exceptionally good night.

toast and tomato

whole grain toast topped with tomato, fresh sweet basil, olive oil, s&p, red pepper flakes and feta cheese. oh, with peach tea and Libby Burns's lady bones.

This is basically a breakfast bruschetta.

lovin' you whether times are good or bad, happy or sad

Damn, Al Green. That voice.
I love you almost as much as I love Sam Cooke.
(I totally typed cookie first)

outrageous oatmeal

Fábio, le grand, et moi.

mais je vais porter une robe. j'aime les robes.

Fábio: Was that a tampon ad? What just happened?

Ikea duvet covers and hair ties, ftw.

blanket fort exterior!
photo via Fortune Photography

Blanket forts and chicken pot pie

 

 

 

 

 

 

Blanket fort tips by Fábio

1. How ever many sheets you have, double them. You'll need it.
2. clothes pins. The Essential blanket fort tool.
3. Create a good foundation. Your blanket fort is only as strong as its foundation.
4. thin rope or string. You may need to lift certain parts due to not having any point of support, so tie an end of the string to a bit of cloth and tie the other end somewhere high, a well secured ceiling lamp maybe?
5. GO BIG OR GO HOME. it's a fort not a dog house.
6. Go crazy. experiment. use your imagination.

1. We used five or six queen size duvet covers. There were three standing by.
2. We used hair ties and rubber bands.
3. Chairs and lamps make for decent foundation.
4. I couldn't find twine (huh. I think it's in my car) so we had telephone cord (which we didn't use).
5. It was pretty big (that's what she said). I mean, there was essentially an entry way, room for four people and a dog, and room for two to sleep (note to self: more cushioning on floor so no achy back the next day).
6. We experimented. They didn't always work. Next one will be bigger and better. When does a fort stop being a fort?

winner winner waffle brinner

 

Scary movies and eating all the waffles. I love AVT get togethers. <3

Call off the dogs! I'm alive!

Justin: You haven't posted anything on any of your blogs all day.

Tonight

Slow-roasted pork shoulder with rosemary/apple butter paste
Smashed and broiled potatoes with scallions and Greek yogurt.
Mixed greens salad with feta and lemon juice.
I might bake some black tea cupcakes. We'll see.

salon chairs and savory pancakes

you know, this night.
lady bones now available here.

#foodieproblems

Can't decide if I want to make a caramelized onion/feta tart or peach black tea cupcakes.

That is all.

While the cat's away..

[via text]
me: I witnessed a bar fight last night, was in a bathroom stall with three women — flashed by one girl, felt another's boob — made pancakes, and spooned with two people.
Justin: I leave you alone for ONE weekend...

Justin: And you're cheating on me with another gay?! I see how it is.
me: Have we ever spooned?! NO. I like spooning!
Justin: Spooning is reserved for those in which extra things shall be expected.
me: I make good pancakes.
Justin: Hmmmm. That is true....

Now I want to google all the things connected to Lemonade Lists.

Russian Rachel: OMG, I JUST GOOGLED "SEMENOV RUSSIAN COAT OF ARMS" JUST TO SEE IF I COULD FIND SOMETHING SIMILAR TO SHOW YOU AND A FEW ROWS DOWN IS THE PHOTO YOU TOOK OF MY CLASS SCHEDULE HAHAHAHA

This is how I make friends.

Bonjour! Bonjour! Bonjour bonjour bonjour!

Happy Saturday! Today I'm going to see the rerelease of Beauty and the Beast (in 3D but that's whatevs) with Ginnie and Stephanie! It's exciting since Ginnie and I saw it together when it first came out in — ugh 21 years ago — 1991! We even made our own ballet/play and would twirl about her basement. It's kind of embarrassing now that I think about it.

It's not right for a woman to read. Soon she starts getting “ideas” and “thinking.”

[on Beauty and the Beast]
Stephanie: My coworkers are discussing the movie.
me: Favorite parts?
Stephanie: how it is my favorite Stockholm syndrome fairytale and a big debate whether or not she would have stayed with beast if he hadn't transformed.

Stephanie: yesterday my coworker and I were discussing which Disney princesses were the dumbest sh*ts ever.
me: hahahahah
Stephanie: The little mermaid is probably #1. She didn't listen to anybody, got everyone under the sea running around to help save her. Daddy had to bail her out in the Disney version, real version her sisters cut off all their hair, moved across the country. Yeah, she was pretty young and dumb. "HE'S JUST NOT THAT INTO YOU"

the simplest things invite a thrill

me, him, and him.

I don't even know what to title this post but it made me giggle for so many reasons.

me: buttermilk pancakes and orange-mango juice in 20 minutes - come over! (OR I will photograph and you can live vicariously)

Meekus: man, I just woke up. How do you have timing like that?

me: last time I was there I installed a camera from the corner of your closet or I'm just that awesome. YOU'LL NEVER KNOW WHICH ONE

Meekus: I'll bet awesome since I don't here gasps about all the nasty horrific stuff I do when I think I'm alone.

Pa: You crashing here? You need clothes to change into?
Aaron: Nah, I'm fine, I've got this couch.
Pa: And tomorrow I'll cook breakfast!
me: (turn around, raise eyebrow)
Pa: SHE'LL cook breakfast! And I can clean!

Moonrise Kingdom

Ten shades of excited for this movie. Side note, it reminds me of:

Tonight

Roast rosemary lemon chicken
Potato gratin
Roast carrots with apple butter
Salad?
Milk chocolate crème brûlée. Maybe, maybe, salted caramel popcorn ice cream.
I also made a pitcher of iced tea from that peach black tea I bought in Savannah. Yes.

Three octopuses and an otter!

Matt Smith. Craig Ferguson. Chris Hardwick.
So much amusement.

Sweeten my coffee with a morning kiss

swoon

Can't I do both?

Russian Rachel: I have already decided that you are NOT allowed to be the photographer at my wedding because I'll be damned if you're not allowed to sit down and enjoy yourself and eat the food I painstakingly chose to meet your approval!

Monday afternoon

sounds like: Bon Iver. I've been playing the Bon Iver album since July. It's just so good. I can't even describe to you how amazing/relaxed I feel and how productive I am when I listen to this album. Any music that can make me, the one with all the blogs and the procrastination skillz, productive is good music. It's snowing heavily, I've got coq au vin simmering on the stove, and I'm playing Bon Iver? If that doesn't say winter then I don't know what does. 

tastes like: peach black tea that I bought in Savannah, iced coffee, hot oatmeal, and (though I haven't had it yet) coq au vin. It's also a good day to bake something. Maybe a tart tatin or some kind of cinnamon coffee cake.

feels like: winter contentment and thick socks. 

smells like: chicken/rosemary/wine simmering on the stove, that crisp in the snowy air, and soon-to-be cinnamon in the oven. 

photo by The Blue Hour

Am about to unleash my inner Diane Keaton

for this farfalle bowtie, essentially a bowtie pasta bowtie. Oh my goodness.

via Pure Awesomeness

Not my buttons! Not my gumdrop buttons!

It was a smash and broiled potato job.

potatoes
Greek yogurt
red pepper flakes
fresh thyme
sea salt & cracked black pepper
olive oil
scallions, chopped

- Boil potatoes until fork tender.
- Smash with back of knife.
- Drizzle potatoes with olive oil, sprinkle with salt & pepper, and broil until brown and crispy.
- Top with Greek yogurt, thyme, pepper, and whatever else tickles your fancy. Crispy bacon would be good. Cheese too. You know, all those unhealthy yet oh-so delicious things.

lay your cards out

Lay Your Cards Out (feat. Mike Noyce) by POLIÇA

me: I've listened to the lay your cards out song like six times in a row. My neighbors must hate me; all my windows are open.
Meekus: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH or they are like... .YESSSSSS it's on again!

lady bones

The wonderful thing about having creative friends and being handy with a camera is that they occasionally ask you to photograph their handiwork. Libby, of Hello It's Libby, recently produced an adorable zine (lady bones, soon to be available here) and asked me to snap a few product shots. Uh, of course! We photographed them in Cherry Hill Park (thanks to Russian Rachel for the location suggestion) on a very cold winter afternoon and two of us were wearing ugly Christmas sweaters. The brown/cream paper and handstitched binding looked so good against tree stumps and sand patterns. Keep an eye out for it, folks. 

Boogie and Blue Suede

lay ee odl lay ee odl lay hee hoo

I was humming this earlier.

So He Won't Break - haha, just kidding! He totally did.

Justin: I bought two Black Keys songs. See what you do to me.

welcome to my life!

Peter: I had to do tests whether to make it a unified block or have the letters have uniform spacing. I don't know what call it.
me: kerning
Peter: yeah. Christ, it took way longer than I thought. Respect for your profession. The whole time i was like THREE FUCKING WORDS

totally twenty eleven

2011 was an amazing year: I ate shrimp & grits in Charleston and picked peaches in Maryland. We drank alcoholic slushies on the streets of Savannah and went ghost hunting in Harper's Ferry. Four of my good friends got married and I had the honor of being a bridesmaid for one of them. There were epic blanket forts, fog art installation pieces, and Belgian waffle parties. I saw Bon Iver, The Rosebuds, Childish Gambino, sosupersam, Walk The Moon, and Fitz and the Tantrums live. I missed a bus to New York but rode a trolley in Georgia. I photographed the ocean from the top of a lighthouse on Long Beach Island, ate roasted brussel sprouts and banana pudding in Richmond, and baked gingerbread men at an ugly Christmas sweater party. 

 This year has pretty much been perfect. 2012, you have some big shoes to fill.

(and I totally used Justin's beautiful face as the thumbnail so I would get more hits on the video. No shame). 

TRUTH

Pain is the name of your game

Read more about Ural Thomas on the vimeo page. The man is legit.

Oh look, it is 2012 now. I should probably hurry up and recap 2011.

hey, at least I'm not doing it it in August or some mess like that.

NYE: the party

Happy 2012, y'all! I hope everyone had a great new year's eve! I had dinner with Justin; we drank Moscato and watched the Christmas episodes of Modern Family and New Girl. I had a shot of whiskey in my hand forty seconds after I walked in the door at Pat's. Clyde's = all dem drunk white people. The bar across the street = rowdy older crowd (hey, OGs need to party too!). People watching with Kara (Meekus! Look at that super tall girl! She can be your girlfriend! This bar is crowded, I am inadvertently dancing against a stranger. Oh no, that skeevy guy is hitting on your friends, save them!). Meekus had the bright idea, pun intended, to blind the clusterfuck at the bar with his camera flash so we could get drinks. Remember that time I ran into Danielle, who is essentially my boss, and danced with her all night in the front entrance of Clyde's? That girl parties like it's 1999. The night ended with firetruck fotoshoots (heh), Lindt chocolates, Sugalumps, and sweet sandwiches. It was a good night. It was a good year. 

photos via Fortune Photography