The occasional romp outside Capitol Hill (where I live) or DuPont area (where I work) yields many a cool discovery when I’m exploring the city. Just as CityCenterDC makes seasonal changes to their skyline aesthetic, the northwest neighborhood of Shaw boasts fresh wall murals as we slip into April showers.
The first thing that hits you when you walk into Jeni’s is the aroma. I can feel my body absorbing the sugary goodness from just one big inhale! Visitors can enjoy the sweetest, warmest, sugary scent of homemade waffle cones
Little Leaf was one of those places in DC that I heard about when I first got here…and I’ve been hearing about it nonstop ever since. Now I’m their biggest advocate and have taken several friends there for their first time! This plant shop is cleverly maximizing all there is to be gained from this massive plant trend lately, and they’re doing it well: their instagram is poppin’ and they even have a little store mascot, a sweet little pug named Bronson.
What a weekend. Exhibit A sent me to DC Fashion Week to cover the event for it’s final two nights: Saturday’s Designer Showcase in Capitol Hill, and Sunday’s Couture Show at the French Embassy.
Guests of the Designer Showcase rocked it, taking the trendy “uniform” to its own level altogether. Blending neon and leather, sky-high platforms and booties, pops of color, and animal print, like my suit.
I’ve never been to the desert, personally. Friends who’ve visited swear that it’s incredible, but I’m a little ambivalent toward anything of vast emptiness and solitude, and this fits the bill. In fact, this was the first definition I found: A desert is a barren area of landscape where little precipitation occurs and, consequently, living conditions are hostile for plant and animal life. If that wasn’t enough: The lack of vegetation exposes the unprotected surface of the ground to the processes of denudation. If I felt like undergoing denudation, I’d walk through a car wash.
Something about a charming city like Paris evokes the feminine out of its visitors. Jo Malone once described French women as “unapologetically feminine,” and what a way to be known. Even in the middle of winter, my time here flanked with snowy weather, Paris still rises - fresh, awake, and alive, ready to captivate all who come to see her.
In capping off my 2019 Eurotrip, I returned from my two-day jaunt in Budapest to stay in northeastern France. I had one last full day before my flight home, and it could not have been better spent. Having landed a mid-morning flight from Charles de Gaulle airport, I quickly hopped on a bus to catch a train that zipped me from Paris to Metz, a smaller city 30 minutes from where I’d be staying that night.
What’s the first thing you notice when visiting a new place?
For me visiting Budapest, Hungary, my first trip to Eastern Europe, it was the language. Hungarian is guttural, clanging, and utterly foreign to me. I remember thinking if aliens existed and had their own dialect, it would have to sound exactly like Hungarian. (The eery female voice announcing each stop on the tram seemed to compound this observation.)
Visitors to France will quickly find that French culture does coffee differently than American. Portions are far different (forget your large iced coffee!), they don’t use cream, and their purpose for drinking it differs from ours. While “America runs on Dunkin’,” the French prefer to sit, relax, and sip their café with leisure, enjoying the art of a quality cup of brew. C’est la vie.
The day I wrote this blog post was not a good one. I’d slept in, showed up flustered and late to work, and one thing after another seemed to be going wrong or something I did wrong. I came home frustrated, angry at myself, annoyed at others, and dripping wet from the rainy day that topped it off. And ready for a tub of Gelati.
In the beginning of winter, I’m always excited for the first snow. I’ve had enough gradual transition to remember my gloves/hat/scarf trifecta, and as soon as it starts ya girl is the first one to pop into the street and feel those first few dainty flakes on my nose.
Lately I’ve been on a determined track to be that person who remembers everyone’s birthdays, with a gift ready behind my back to surprise them! I absolutely love giving presents, and because it’s a challenge to keep in touch with friends who now live far away, sending them something small from far away means an awful lot (I would know, because my friends are amazing and thoughtful and do this for me!!)
Many of you may know that I recently visited France and Hungary in February. Imagine coming back home to frigid February in Washington, DC, and feeling more determined than ever to make trips like this happen at least once a year.
Washington, DC is the town for the cool cats and home to many, a hipster haven in coffee shops. There are a multitude with both quality brew and plenty of character to boot, but since I’ve been here I picked seven that I would recommend to my closest friends.
In the words of everyone ever, “There’s an app for that.” And in a world that’s more globalized than it’s ever been, the same applies to apps related to traveling. We all can relate, taking a trip is freaking exciting… and one of the few things that gets you out of bed in the morning to squeeze your peach into a suffocating pencil skirt and show up at a job that has you drooling at your desk by 3pm. But then you remember, you’re there for that PAYCHECK to treat yo’self to a lil trip over to Cabo. Or Iceland. Or Bali.
On Saturday, emerging designers had their moment to showcase new collections and launch their name into the District’s fashion market. Night two of #DCFW 2019 presented the M.E.D.I.A. Showcase (that is, Metropolitan Emerging Designers & Indie Artists). On a vibrant evening punctuated by pounding music and flashing cameras in Capitol Hill’s Liaison Hotel,
I know, I know. Getting your butt into a gym – somewhat regularly, anyway – is a pain. No one enjoys feeling like a lamb walking into a meat market (thank you, gawking gym bro’s) or being territorially shunned by Gym Barbies. Hard pass.
Also, do I really want one more time suck stealing away my beloved two hours with The Bachelorette? After waking up every morning at an ungodly hour to squeeze these thunder thighs into a pencil skirt and show up at the office on time five days a week without spilling coffee on myself, what do you think?