Take 2: My New Elephant Ear

Screen-Shot-2015-10-18-at-10.38.34-PM-817x1024I’m going to be honest: When it comes to plant care, I’m really not very skilled. Which is why I was thrilled to locate a gorgeous elephant ear at a garden center in Red Hook last year and—gasp—actually keep it alive for a solid 11 months.

But then the wedding reared it’s busy head and I became a super neglectful plant parent, right when my Elephant Ear needed me the most. Yep, I accidentally forgot to pay someone to water it (or at least set up a plant nanny) before taking off on our two-week honeymoon. My plant was in terrible shape when I got back.


I went back to Red Hook to replace my now dying Elephant Ear, but was out of luck. So, imagine my surprise when, this weekend, I happened upon a brand-new baby-sized plant, which we picked up for $10. In New York! The best part? Matt and I were able to salvage the bulb from the OG 11-month old, full-sized Elephant Ear. (Fingers crossed it gets a second wind.)

So, apartment plant care, take two. Wish me luck!

TV Page: Stranger Things


Are you watching Stranger Things on Netflix? I’m not really one for horror TV shows—or movies for that matter—but I love Wynona Ryder and, after her comeback in Show Me a Hero, was intrigued to hear that she’d be making her Netflix debut in this 80s-set sci-fi original show.

It’s only eight episodes in length (we’ve got two to go!) and it’s about a kid (Wynona’s son) that goes missing in a small town in Indiana and the terrifying investigation into his whereabouts that follows. Again, I hate scary stuff, but especially scary stuff that involves little kids. Still, I think the time period is the reason I can make the exception (flashing back to life before cell phones is fun), plus the subject matter (it’s super-natural activity that’s the bad guy–not an ax murderer).


Even cooler, the whole show has a Stand By Me kind of vibe. Four kids are trying to solve an insane mystery and save their friend. I can’t help but think back to all the times me and my friends growing up would ride our bikes and get lost in the woods and invent mysteries, just for fun.

Don’t get me wrong: I watch a lot of it from behind our living room couch so I can listen with my eyes shielded from things that go boo. (Seriously. A pillow isn’t enough sometimes.) But the show is so so good and if you haven’t started it yet, you should…now.

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The weekend is here!

tumblr_mwserytR8v1qzvnuuo1_1280Happy Friday, dear readers! What do you have planned for the weekend? I’m actually off on a solo trip to Maine for a mini family reunion with my cousins — one of whom is visiting all the way from Memphis. This week has been so hot, I might actually dip my toe in the frigid Atlantic Ocean. We’ll see! Here, to get your weekend started right, a few interesting posts from around the web:

Are you watching this show?

OMG, peony wallpaper.

This tee is the cutest.

An ode to Governor’s Island. (And a peek at Pinknic!)

The importance of a weekend go-bag.

Love this red, white and blue soap. (Via A Cup of Jo.)

Revisiting this hilarious essay.

HUGE royal news.

Buying this pair of shoes next.

Can’t wait to watch this film.

(Image via Tumblr)

Writing vs. Music


Several years ago, someone asked me: How would you describe your writing process? One thing that immediately came to mind was the fact that, as I write (or type, rather), I need to be able to speak through each sentence out loud in my head. It sounds strange, but I think that hearing the rhythm is what helps me assess the quality of each paragraph—and keep an eye on voice.

Anyways, Matt always gives me a hard time that I don’t listen to music during the work day. He’ll download new albums he wants to hear and listen to them while he sends emails, works on spreadsheets, etc. But for me, it’s distracting because of my quest to silently hear my sentence structure.

Until now. I discovered this loophole for music listening while writing after getting back from our honeymoon in Portugal. (More on that later, promise.) I was looking for a way to flashback to our trip from my desk, so I cued up the website for Ana Roque, an incredible (and modern) Fado singer we heard on our trip. As it turns out, if the music I’m listening to is in a totally different language—in particular one I don’t know, like Portuguese—it doesn’t compete.

I tested the theory again over the weekend with Carla Bruni. Sure, I know a little bit of French, but still, I was able to write. So what if I can’t crank out copy with Adele in the background. This alternative works—and is equally fun.

Do you have any writing tips and tricks you swear by? Would love to hear!

(Image via Ana Roque)

Like rain on your wedding day

Rachel & Matt_WEB_Christine Han Photography-1You guys! I’m so sorry for the radio silence — I really fell off the wagon with blogging in the six weeks leading up to getting married. Here’s the thing that no one really warned me about: If you don’t hire a wedding planner, you will be drowning in wedding to do’s and logistics and peony color decisions right up until the moment you say “I do.”

But to be honest, I wouldn’t change a thing–and yes, this includes the weather. For the two weeks leading up to the big day, I was waking up hourly in the middle of the night to check what became my lifeline app: Dark Sky. The forecast? Rain. Then, thunder and lightning. Then, rain, definitely rain. I was panicked.

But something magical happened the day of. I didn’t care. And it downpoured. It wasn’t a dainty, misty Brooklyn storm, but torrential rainfall. We took every single one of our wedding portraits outside as planned, but here’s the truth: It was the most romantic moment of the whole day. Just me and Matt (and our photographer, the lovely Christine Han, who got soaked).

The New York Times got in touch with us afterward to get our tips on how we prepared, which given the volume of my worries, made me laugh out loud. But it all worked out. And right after we were officially hitched, the clouds parted and we got a double rainbow and one of those epic NYC sunsets that made our guests “ooh” and “ahh” while standing between bridges on the Brooklyn waterfront.

The ironic part is that, as you know, my favorite movie is Singin’ in the Rain. Right as we were heading over to our venue to walk down the aisle, I noticed one of the flower girls in front of me all by herself. She was dancing and twirling with her umbrella–kinda like Gene Kelly–and suddenly the whole day was completely right.

More blogging (and wedding tips and honeymoon updates!) to come. xo

(Photo by Christine Han)