oh my, i wanted to go see this so badly last year!! i was really sad i didn’t make time before going back east for the holidays.
but this year (!), i will have my first “big girl” christmas in the city… in which i shall not miss the conservatory’s miniature version of the city decked out for the holidays, complete with mini trains.
There’s a miniature San Francisco at the Conservatory of Flowers —
Train set, miniature Golden Gate Bridge, Sea Lion noises and fog twice a day!
It was pretty cool.
AWESOME!
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texturism: via suicideblonde:
Sara Bareilles feat. Ingrid Michaelson - Winter Song
This is my winter song.
December never felt so wrong,
Cause you’re not where you belong;
Inside my arms.This is my winter song to you.
The storm is coming soon
It rolls in from the sea.My love a beacon in the night.
My words will be your light
To carry you to me.Is love alive?
clean cut
cleaning.
freshly returned from the valley of the dead (see last saturday), it was high time I made it look like the person living in my apartment was, in fact, alive. orange rubber gloves, bar keeper’s friend (comet, with a catchier name), murphy’s oil, basically a big time was had by all.
cleaning self.
after the apt was sufficiently tidy, i turned the attentions on my own damn self. having long hair, it is pretty easy to go without washing it for a while. put this particular stint, i kinda lost track of when i last washed it! tmi, je m’excuse! well it’s sparkling clean now and i’m relatively presentable. here, allow me to show you my lengths of hair…
which will soon be chopped for someone in need!
hair.
it is a good season for giving i say. i haven’t decided to which organization i will donate… locks of love was my first instinct, but i recently learned that pantene has partnered with the american cancer society to provide wigs to women facing cancer-related hair loss. if you have any thoughts or suggestions on a good hair donation organization, i’d love to hear from you!
kate
my sugar, my friend, my love
with whom i share an adoration of north carolina, for all its flaws, beauty, tradition
and a love of this city, the best one on the earth
where outlandish, creative, and intellectual all have a home
she, whose strong shoulders catch my tears
and whose hands are quick to high-five, sure to protect, careful and kind
she, with a lightening fast mind and trustworthy judgment
and intentions, noble and determined, to make things better here and now
she is my friend, my sugar pot, my love.

So, everyone surely knows that today is IKD (International Kate Day) or if you wanna be superbly boring about things, Kate’s birthday.
Her wish for this special day, from me, was to hear L speak “in an adorable Aussie accent”. So here it is. I coached her to say some really lame Aussie-isms but she kinda just made it her own. I requested:“Happy Birthday, Kate. Put another shrimp on the barbie. Love ya, mate”.
BTW, the fatal flaw in this is that a true Aussie would never say “shrimp”. We say “prawn” instead. So there, Paul Hogan, was your fatal flaw.
alright guys, we can close up birthday shop before it even opens. my wishes have been delivered.
There is no competing with this cuteness. On behalf of humanity, thank you Miss L for this IKD gift.
how lovely!
the old photo wreath, the vanilla meringue cookies, the juniper bouquet, the monochrome gifts…
my holiday fever has arrived in a big way.
artislovely: (via elhernandez)


