Mostly. My little piece of the internet has been on hold for the past few weeks. I swear I did try to give it some TLC but got a little caught up in a bunch of other things.
Here are the cliff notes. Back in June, on a Friday morning to be exact, I walked into the office and my fairy god-boss granted the only wish I’ve had since the age of 12. A 10 minute conversation ended in a relocation opportunity to California and a booked flight the following Monday. I had a stupid grin plastered on my face the rest of the day and to be honest, it still hasn’t gone away.
The past 6 weeks have looked a little bit like this… San Francisco, Cleveland, Savannah, Cleveland, Cincinnati, Cleveland, San Francisco, Cleveland, Savannah, Chicago, San Francisco. See the reason for blog neglect?
I also thought that, ya know, like, I would have picked up some life skills. Packing… that went really well. I spent a solid 35 minutes trying to unscrew my bed frame. Metal bars are falling on my legs scraping them up and the mattress I had precariously leaning against the wall tipped the opposite direction back onto my head. Lefty loosey, righty tighty, people!
^ Pretty much my face the entire time I was packing
Luckily, there are some awesome places to explore on the west coast. As soon as I get semi-organized (mainly find a photog/think through blog post ideas/unpack my entire life/attempt to put my bed back together) I’m hoping to turn this place into a more creative space. Here’s to the back half of 2K17!
Goofing around turned a little bit high fashion… LMAO (not a model over here)
Right next to the Cincinnati Contemporary Arts Museum (Where these photos were shot) is another art museum hidden under the guise of a boutique hotel. Housed in this hotel is the most phenomenal restaurant with the absolute best rooftop bar and cocktails to match. If you haven’t been, 21C should be the next stop on your list. Don’t be surprised if you end up dining with a yellow penguin and be sure to order a drink… or two.
Speaking of hotels, I have a little bit of an obsession with the book Eloise. Town & Country literally just published an article providing more backstory to Kay Thompson’s mischievous six-year-old Plaza resident. I laughed when I read that the book was originally intended for adults because I think I love, love, LOVE it more now than I did as a kid.
The South is home. Or at least it became home. I think I’m still too born and bred midwest for all y’all southerners to claim me. However, home is the place where your family lives. Mine just happened to get smart and migrate towards warmer weather. Clearly I wasn’t born with the brains.
Tunic | Jeans | Shoes
If anyone is on the hunt for new jeans… Check out Paige. I’ve been living in these things and the fit is perfection.
If your weekend doesn’t include Brunch, then you’re doing it wrong. Just keep in mind that this is also coming from the person that spent an absurd amount of money to attend a brunch convention (#NoShame) and didn’t even get a gram. I mean what else are you supposed to do right after your food arrives. Eat it?
Regardless, Chicago has this beautiful restaurant in the Soho house called The Allis. 110% would recommend. Now if only I could figure out where to eat this coming weekend.