Beach Babe.

1. These pink gladiators from Nine West are colorful and chic. 

2. A straw hat protects your gorgeous face from the sun and looks cute.

3. Avoid warm white wine with the Corkcicle. Genius.

4. A cute tote to store all your goodies.

5. I swear by this beach spray. It gives your hair loose waves with no fuss.

6. Stick the Beach Butler right into the sand to hold your drink and sunglasses.

I will be headed to the beach this (long) weekend and couldn't be 

more excited. Bring on that sunshine and hand me my drink! 

DC Weekend Exploration.

This weekend Andrew and I ventured to DC 

to swing by the Craft Mafia indie craft fair and

 explore the Logan Circle neighborhood.    

The fair featured forty vendors from the area. 

Andrew gravitated toward the leather.

We picked up this miniature terrarium 

with succulents and tiny people. How cute.

Watching the game at Drafting Table. 

By the way, amazing fries. Ugh, just to die for. 

I loved the art deco accents on this building. 

Colorful Buddha garden and townhouse. 

We visited Miss Pixies's which is home to the most

amazing vintage furniture, collectibles and knick knacks.

The inventory was so well arranged.

They had everything from trunks to glassware 

to old postcards from yesteryear. 

There were so many great art prints. 

If only I had more wall space...

What a fun green dresser - very shabby chic. 

The next stop was the Buffalo Exchange which

houses vintage and thrift clothing and accessories.

By far my favorite find of the day - a V ring 

in a sea of random jewelry. I had to buy it. 

A church I spied on the walk home. I liked the signage. 

The terrarium has found a nice home in my apartment. 

I really love exploring new neighborhoods. 

DC, you never let me down! Until next time... 

Change.

Well, hello there. It’s been ages, I know.

I desperately needed to take a break from this blog for a while. In early February I tragically lost my brother, John. Losing a loved one is like having the rug swept out from under you. It is equal parts shocking and sorrowful. Life has been so different since that day. There is a sadness that hangs over me like a dark, obscure cloud. Life, however, keeps moving. Although the tragedy never goes away you begin to learn to cope and move forward - or at least I am trying to. 

What is beautiful is the amount of love and strength felt from others. My heart is so full of love from family, friends, colleagues, and even acquaintances. What is beautiful is the capacity to love one another and relate and sympathize on the most basic human level.

I am reminding myself every day how much he loved me and how much I loved him, and how that love doesn't dissolve in silence or death.

PS: Along with the theme of change you'll notice I changed my blog as well. Fresh start. I hope you like it.