Brotherly Lovely Weekend

I went home to Philadelphia this weekend for my grandparents' 60th wedding anniversary. My mom got them an adorable wedding cake for dessert and my grandmother told us she wore a pink, off-the-rack dress at her wedding. I think she may have been onto something.

A few other gems from this past week ... My sweet mom sent me a happy blogging surprise! These neon earrings from this post arrived at my door last week, and they are even more awesome in person. Moms are the best.

I also got my Wawa coffee fix, and, for the first time since living in D.C., took Amrak home instead of driving.
Man alive that train is worth every stinking penny. No traffic, no stress, no flat tires from running over a truck's dropped axle...
I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship, 30th Street Station.


I only have eyes for chaippuccinos

We had a busy Sunday.
We walked through the National Zoo ... mainly just to have an excuse to go to Open City and get frozen chaippuccinos. Unfamiliar? It's a frozen blended cappuccino with chai latte powder mixed in. Its a blended, frozen, caffeinated taste sensation.
We were too tired to cook after walking around in the hot sun all afternoon, so we shared some treats from Taylor Gourmet. We especially like this place because all of their menu items are named after Philadelphia landmarks. My favorite is the Love Park salad.
Then we walked to the Hirschhorn museum, which has been featuring an outdoor exhibition called SONG 1 by Doug Aitken. It plays different vignettes on a loop, all to different versions and lyrics of the song "I only have eyes for you." It is a little bit cute and a little bit haunting. Cuter than the exhibit was that couple sitting in front of us. She gave him a neck rub the whole time. Now that's love.


Econ Major

I was looking at new shoes today, since it was a day that ended in 'y'... and within 10 minutes I had spent all of the hypothetical money in my brain bank, recently deposited by getting out of a parking ticket.
And this establishment has a strict no refund policy.
Once my money is mentally spent, it is gone forever. Get out of a $50 parking ticket? Deposit $50 into the brain bank, with interest.
I would say that 90 percent of my larger purchases begin with an incomparably small rationalization like: "Well my salad was free at lunch today,* so I can buy these jeans."
Or... "The toothpaste was buy one get one free, so that's like taking $4 off this $25 face cream."
* Never mind the $100 in salads it took to earn that.
** I stand by this one.

Here are a few of my favorite pairs from my mental shopping spree...
The two closed toe neutral pairs would be the perfect compliment to your new neon summer accessories, or perfect to help keep your toes warm in your office that is kept at a balmy 50 degrees in the summer time.  (1 // 2)
The two bottom pairs would be so cute with the white skinny jeans you have on mental lay away, or peeking out from the bottom of your new maxi skirt...which you paid for partially with a $10 online credit, which means the balance of the price came out of the brain bank. Are you beginning to see how this rationale works? (3 // 4)


Neon Fancy

Neon jewelry is having a moment. My newly formed collection includes a great J.Crew neon pink chain necklace and these Kate Spade studs. I was hoping to add a spring piece, or ten, and thought I might have some luck on Etsy, where you can find almost anything you are looking for...but better...and for half the price...and I was right.

Something cool about the pair on the bottom right...they are a pair of vintage earrings newly painted in neon colors. Fancy.

// 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 


Down by the Basin

On Sunday, the weather was nicer than we expected, so we went for another long walk around the tidal basin. It is special to have places in the city where you can sit by the water, like here and the waterfront in Georgetown. Downtown Washington isn't classically urban, with few buildings even reaching a dozen stories, and it is kept - for the most part - beautifully clean, since so much of it is protected by park and historical groups. We often comment on how some streets downtown seem like a studio back lot, with no soot and no trash.

The Cherry Blossom visitors have almost all dispersed, and the summer vacationers are still a month or so away. For now, the warming city is ours. So we try to enjoy it as often as we can. We get a coffee and a snack and find somewhere lovely to sit. It is the perfect cure for the Sunday night blues.