Hurricane Sandy barreled through the city while we were away this weekend, leaving a good portion of the island without power - a portion that includes my office neighborhood. Today was day three of working remotely, but we're now back in our apartment and ready to get some things back to normal. Though it may take another few days to get our office back up and running, I know that this could have been much worse for us personally. Praying for those who saw more of Sandy's impact, for those involved in more of the cleanup, and for our lovely city's recovery.

Hope you're all safe and well.


Autumn walks.

 We're back in Connecticut this weekend to spend some time with family and enjoy the changing leaves before storms shake them off of our trees. We took Gus out to a local farm for a long walk this afternoon and spent the rest of the day reading and working on my parents' back deck while Gus got a little bum scratch.

I'm not sure we're ready to say goodbye to October just yet. 


Mon Petit Cafe.

A couple of weeks ago, a friend I met shortly after moving to the city (who has since moved to Nashville) visited for a weekend to celebrate her birthday. We went out to brunch at Mon Petit Cafe, a cozy French bistro on the Upper East Side. I can't think of a better place to spend a (suddenly rainy) morning in autumn.


Sunday afternoon in October.

Yesterday afternoon we whipped up some pumpkin bread and chili and watched football. (Err... one of us watched football.) I'm pretty sure this is what most of America is doing on Sunday afternoons in October, so we felt pretty patriotic.

In other news: Bob Schieffer is moderating the debate tonight, and I may or may not be writing in his name on the ballot.



This afternoon we headed out to Williamsburg to see what all of the fuss is about. And we kind of loved it. It's probably our new favorite hipster place.

We stopped at Smorgasburg, which is the best food festival we've tried in New York, hands down. A whole tent devoted to s'mores? I'm there. And it took Blake thirty minutes to commit to any one type of food. We'll definitely be back for the pies. And pickles. And another glass of Grady's Cold Brew. 

We spent the rest of the afternoon wandering around the neighborhood, stopping in a few shops and checking out an enormous antique store bursting at the seams with old furniture, oil paintings and chipped dishes. Hipster at it's finest. 


On rest.

I get caught up in the idea that taking care of myself is always active – I should be challenging my mind, moving my body, maturing my spirit, growing my passions – but I’m beginning to realize that rest is essential. At rest, we do some of our best listening. At rest, we can still be challenged, moved, matured, changed. Living in an always-on world, I’m not sure we’re told this enough. 

The last couple of weeks have been long. Long in a way that puts dense life in your years. Long in a way that makes you feel small - like the back-and-forth motion of a feather that wonders at its infinite purpose. Long for no particular reason at all, aside from the fact that every daily happening seemed a never-ending marathon. And I was tired. And I had the uncomfortable feeling that can be likened to showing up to a party underdressed. Or overdressed. Or as everyone is getting ready to leave.

This week has been better, now that I've taken some time to listen. Getting to know the little apartment that has not known enough of me over the last year. And trying to remember where my smallness fits in to this bigger thing.


Slumber party.

This weekend one of my dear friends turned 27, so naturally we thought she should have a surprise slumber party. We did it up mid-twenties style, with mulled wine, coconut macaroons and no actual sleepover included (there really is nothing better than sleeping in your own bed).

It was everything you could hope for a Friday night in the city when you're wearing pajamas.


The Cloisters.

Yesterday afternoon we took the train up to Washington Heights to visit The Cloisters - a museum and gardens devoted to the art and architecture of medieval Europe. I'm convinced there is no more beautiful place to visit in October. The views alone are well worth the trip.



I headed to Philly this weekend to visit college friends, walk historic alleys, drink delicious coffee and hug one dear friend who is about to start a new adventure in LA. So grateful for the beginnings that respond to every end. And for the beautiful, hidden gems of Philly that birthed my new appreciation for this City of Brotherly Love.


Red Velvet Cheesecake Cookies.

I made these bad boys the other day. 
And then took them to small group because eating one basically satisfies your recommended calorie intake for the day. 
Although I could be convinced that it doesn't really matter when it comes to red velvet. Or cheesecake.

1 box red velvet cake mix
2 tbsp flour
2 large eggs
1/2 cup canola oil
2 tsp vanilla extract 
4 oz cream cheese at room temperature
2 c powdered sugar
chocolate bar

Directions at Two Peas and Their Pod


Long days.

I've been working long hours this week, and with the changing seasons, I'm usually out after the sun sets. But holy cow - this view from our office window. Worth it?


Alice's Tea Cup.

I'd been meaning to try out this Alice in Wonderland themed restaurant for a while, and the perfect opportunity presented itself when my favorite Anglophile turned 23. It might have been more appropriate for a 6th birthday party, but we weren't complaining.