"At first, I only laughed at myself. Then I noticed that life itself is amusing. I’ve been in a generally good mood ever since." Marilyn Vos Savant twitter: @heyitsclaire
@anthropologie stole my heart. love this. (Taken with instagram)

@anthropologie stole my heart. love this. (Taken with instagram)

wine tasting at 2p on a Saturday? don’t mind if I do!

bees-knees:

atlanta street artist HENSE now has a permanent piece, “float”, funded by the city of atlanta’s office of cultural affairs. dynamic + colorful + geometric. up my alley. read more here and here.

this dude also did my favorite under the bridge at the dog park at Piedmont. glad to find out who’s who around here!

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Ghosts That We Knew

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Mumford & Sons - Ghosts That We Knew

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“you’re interesting too….in a lost kind of way”

—Midnight in Paris

gold.

  • vendor: have you heard of this bar? It's kind of a dive, but -
  • boss: I'm more of a fur-cuffed sweater, cosmopolitan-type girl

this life and the people in it and the random conversations we catch ourselves in…. it never ceases to amaze me you guys. 

this is a great visual of my Monday off so far… an overcast day, neon running top, miles of pavement and a slightly spastic playlist to keep me motivated. yep, if I had to paint my Monday it would look perfect like this.  {art by Joanna Goss}

this is a great visual of my Monday off so far… an overcast day, neon running top, miles of pavement and a slightly spastic playlist to keep me motivated. yep, if I had to paint my Monday it would look perfect like this. 

{art by Joanna Goss}

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“getting you and Kristina matched up, that’s my Atlanta bucket list”

—Annie. she leaves in a week to follow her dreams in Naples, FL and I have two things to say about that: A, she is not going to complete her bucketlist and B, I am going to be so lost and lonely without that girl. 

I didn’t realize how hard this week was until it was over. Then all of a sudden I was in the elevator Friday afternoon, late for dinner and reeling over the fact that I’d sent 800 emails in one day and not had a change to accomplish anything from my to-do list and I was ready for a panic attack. Days like those I’m so fortunate that I walk to work, that I had a 10 minute walk to cool off and physically exert the pent-up energy instead of raging at Atlanta traffic.  After a quick dinner my world was righted - rehashing dinner w/ Jen and then Annie + Kristina and old college friends. All that followed drinks and more well-deserved drinks with Em + Laura (not part of the Life Cleanse, which, by the way, has little meaning other than it sounds like I’m getting my life in order. Which, ok, I suppose I am) and way too many laughs.  And this morning KG brought me coffee, showed me this stupidly adorable video, and we watched Jersey Shore reruns, wherein I might have felt some feelings because of Vinny and how his anxiety kind of hit (embarrassingly) really close to home. No plans for this frigid day and exciting ones tonight. These days you guys. They really are my favorite kind.  {photo credit and art from Mae Chevrette - my favorite!}

I didn’t realize how hard this week was until it was over. Then all of a sudden I was in the elevator Friday afternoon, late for dinner and reeling over the fact that I’d sent 800 emails in one day and not had a change to accomplish anything from my to-do list and I was ready for a panic attack. Days like those I’m so fortunate that I walk to work, that I had a 10 minute walk to cool off and physically exert the pent-up energy instead of raging at Atlanta traffic. 
After a quick dinner my world was righted - rehashing dinner w/ Jen and then Annie + Kristina and old college friends. All that followed drinks and more well-deserved drinks with Em + Laura (not part of the Life Cleanse, which, by the way, has little meaning other than it sounds like I’m getting my life in order. Which, ok, I suppose I am) and way too many laughs. 
And this morning KG brought me coffee, showed me this stupidly adorable video, and we watched Jersey Shore reruns, wherein I might have felt some feelings because of Vinny and how his anxiety kind of hit (embarrassingly) really close to home. No plans for this frigid day and exciting ones tonight.
These days you guys. They really are my favorite kind. 
{photo credit and art from Mae Chevrette - my favorite!}

“And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in.”

—Haruki Murakami 

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