Hearts are houses.

Tonight we offered our hearts in hope of a house. Cross all fingers, toes, hearts, hands, legs, knees, ribbons, laces, and more for us (we're going to need it).

My new best friends.

My birthday this year was very quiet. French toast and milk. Mexican food and margaritas. Lily and Erik. I will celebrate more later this week. In the meantime I will walk around the neighborhood in my new boots, listening to Zooey Deschanel on my headphones and make lists for NYC.

I adore NYC.

I will be going to NYC this Spring for work (me sussing through millions of frames and buying for the store, heaven!) and have decided that this trip is a fantastic justification to shop and pick new haircuts and dream of being an effortless fashion plate envied by all. I've already started plotting for ways to make a $400 Frye boot purchase seem ok and have bookmarked all of the various necessities (ha!) for future purchase. I've bought a pair of gorgeous denim trousers and have emailed Ruthie about tailoring them as well as a couple of blouses I found at various sales & thrift stores. Its all about balancing the cheap with the chic, a balance I definitely did not succeed at for winter and hope to improve upon from here on out. Binge shopping at F21 & Target (apart from the new Go collection) will have to be kept at bay. And ridiculous purchases at Fred Meyer will have to cease (who needs the same Neutrogena lip gloss in 5 shades? Not I!). And though I do I love the ease of my short hair, I miss the freedom & diversity of styling slightly longer hair and will hold back the urge to cut it all off during the awkward middle period. I solemnly swear.

New York City, I've missed you, Mood Fabrics here I come!