We had had one of those humid days where we were reminded that it was summer still. Temps soared past the 80s, and the breeze barely moved the flag as the day elapsed before us.  Being an EXTREMELY pale human being, it was a good thing that I was wearing a longer-sleeved dress, because otherwise my arms would have been very sunburnt.


I am wearing an animal-print dress from TopShop & DolceVita mules.


We had some of Ryan’s friends from the area stop by, along with Ryan’s family that lived in Vermont. It was a low pressure type of celebration & party, with a lot of overwhelming positivity. Ryan’s friends brought a selection of Vermont beers for us to add to our cooler.

We really did not want this to be about gifts or presents, but about time spent with loved ones.  But naturally with all of that being said, we were showered with kindness & items to start a new chapter in our lives still. Pictured below was a present that summed up that sentiment very nicely, without me feeling like I was posting about who got me what.

At the end of the day, it doesn’t matter about our ceremony or reception or what we had for a wedding dinner…it matters how much I love Ryan & how excited I am to see how we grow together. We’re a team in life—and that was the true takeaway of this weekend.


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Monday Morning Coffee

When I was little, I used to steal my Grandma’s coffee. I loved the way it tasted—warm and a little bitter, but most importantly, I felt like a grown up. My mommy had some in her cup every morning, my grammy would have some too & I wanted to be just like them when I grew up. So whenever I was over, I would steal the sips out of my Grandma’s mug when I thought she wasn’t looking, but she knew it was me. Who else? My sister was 2 1/2 tops, at this point, and she had other things to do. The coffee was mine for the taking. But instead of scolding me for taking her coffee, my Grandma poured me a small cup of my own, and said it was “okay to have a little.”

I did not stop stealing sips of her coffee until I eventually could have my own cups. I stole some from my mother too. My mom didn’t want me to start drinking coffee for health reasons (fair) but I wanted desperately to be seen as older than I was.  I was mature enough for coffee Mom! I could handle it! I was done growing! All of my arguments were made. My mom eventually started letting me drink coffee every day with her when I was in the 6th grade. It was big doings because I had to wake up an hour earlier than everyone for the middle school bus. I got to have coffee with Mom & I felt like my life was going to happen. Maybe I’d even get asked on a date! That could happen to coffee drinkers, my 12 year old self pondered while sipping her watered down coffee.

Slowly 2 of my sisters started to join in as they too had to get up earlier and earlier. Our days were getting more packed, and somewhere along the way, the coffee time in the morning became scarcer and scarcer. Coffee in the mornings were purely for purpose instead of socializing. Days and schedules were discussed. Things were in motion. The cups we had were on-the-go.

Coffee in college brought back some more aspect of socializing. I had study groups in small Starbucks, and I had some groups where we would stop to grab each other coffee before class if it was on the way–it became a point of discussion. “Oh man, my night was so busy studying xyz…pass the coffee!” In academia, business, pretty much any aspect of life– being overtired becomes glamorous at some point, so you better have a signature drink to match. After college, I entered into the working world where coffee was again an on-the-go experience.  I frequented drive-thrus, mobil-ordered ahead, got my apps. I justified my coffee addiction as “cheaper than cigarettes” but not any more beneficial to my health. I substituted meals for coffee, and felt like I didn’t have time to enjoy any of it because I had other things that were more important.

When I met Ryan, I was not in a good place. I had been on a road of anger directed at everyone and everything.  I felt really lonely, but instead of admitting that, I lashed out and grew distant, or overshared as a test of people’s loyalty. I didn’t know how to be a good friend. Ryan & I met under funny circumstances, and not in our best state of mind thanks to another liquid. We hit it off and ended up going on dates, tip-toeing around the topic for 1 month before he asked me to be his girlfriend with a mouthful of Sour-patch kids. He was introverted like myself, but his sense of humor made me double over. I remembered thinking “I love laughing with him” after a date where he had made me dinner, and couldn’t get the wine bottle to open.

Falling in love with Ryan reminded me about my first stolen sips of coffee. His whole persona was like a cup made just for me–warm, inviting and grown up. He did not want to play games with me, he wanted a real relationship. He wanted to make me laugh and hear about my day, or tell me about his–but most importantly to me, he wanted to be as persistent as a cup of coffee. My everyday choice, my forever go-to.

Ryan makes my coffee for me in the morning. Not every day, but about 3 times or so a week, he brings me a cup of coffee that somehow tastes better because he made it. He puts in a dash of cinnamon, and some sugar, but it’s all about the timing. It’s a small way that he shows me love every single day. When I taste the coffee he made for me, I sit and think about the day ahead, or ask him what’s going to be happening in his world for the day. When my coffee is still hot, the day seems to have that much more potential to it. After he leaves for work, while my coffee is still warm, I usually call my Mom or my Grandma. I feel better after checking on both of them, to make sure that they too got a cup of warm coffee & love that day, because that’s what coffee means to me.

Here’s a picture of Ryan:


He’s usually behind the camera, but I made him pose for a shot. He’s wearing a soft grey t-shirt, some blue shorts from an unknown time & some Vans as well.

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Saturday Day Drive

I am from a large family- I have 3 younger sisters, a niece & nephew, cousins, grandparents, you name it. I married someone who is also from a large family, with 2 brothers, parents, family members all over. Our siblings are forming their lives, learning what is important in their careers, personalities, family units of their own. Our parents are getting older, as are we, and there are things to do, places to go, people to see.

All over the country, the world, there is someone, whether we know them are not, getting married, someone having a baby, someone planning this, someone planning that. School, college, graduations, promotions, career changes,big moves…Life is happening in every direction.

Ryan & I are learning every single day as well, and we both are of the mindset that travel is an important tool for that goal of ours. Yesterday, we drove to a historic section in downstate New York, the Hudson Highlands, in order to have dinner & see a cousin of mine. I had needed something to look forward to throughout the week, and I was excited to see what my cousin has been up to. He has been working outdoors with conservation & restoration efforts, and has recently been able to do some archeology as well. How COOL?! SO we made our plans in the middle of the week with him, and we were off yesterday afternoon–  Any excuse to see a new part of state, enjoy some good food & company. It was exciting.

We waited for my cousin at the Taconic Education Center. Outside of the center, was a red maple barn, and Ryan said “Picture!” so I turned around for a couple. Here is one he grabbed of me that I really liked:


The road trip was a little under 2 hours each way. I do not like wearing shoes in the car, so slip ons were a must. I have on a Queen Band T-Shirt (freepeople) and it is probably the softest thing I own. My NYX lipstick lasted through a venti ice-coffee, so I don’t mind that my hair lost the curl I had worked so hard for (naps are also road trip essentials).

We drove through Beacon, New York to have dinner in Fishkill. We chose with my cousin, to stop at a gastro pub that had beer & speciality burgers. We chatted with my cousin, and stayed for a couple of hours before heading back. On the drive to Fishkill, we saw the train tracks overlooking the Hudson.


As you can see from the picture, the sky was so vibrant & the water seemed to sparkle.


We didn’t get to take too many pictures, but we had such a lovely time it didn’t really matter. There was so much more to do as well, that next time we’ll have to budget more time out there.


We DID manager to grab a picture of our beers because they came in such fun glasses. We all dug into our food before we could grab a shot. #priorities


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Outfit of the Day in Schenectady, New York

Last night, Ryan & I ended up going out to see one of my younger sisters perform a set at a local bar in Schenectady, New York. It’s a historic town–settled in 1661 by the Dutch, the word itself means “Place Along the Pines.” There are gems throughout, and even having grown up around the area, there are always different places to see or observe something you had not before.

We stopped at a quiet cathedral parking lot. The architecture of this one has always seemed at odds with the modern residential housing around it. Directly across from it is Union College, which was founded in 1795.  Around the corner of this is my graduate college campus. I have passed this place numerous times and have never stopped. So last night we did. It is massive & almost looming with its beautiful arches & windows. Ryan took the following picture:


I think this picture really captures the massiveness of this building. I do not know much of its history, but I plan on finding out.

We took some pictures of my outfit:

My dress was from a local boutique during our date night out in Troy ($38). My heels are from Lulus, an online boutique ( $30) and my necklace is Nordstrom ($20). My most expensive item of my outfit was my purse ($50), but as far as purses go, I view it as a deal.

We really thought it was fun to have the contrast of the stripes on my dress with the arches of the windows. It was evening time, so the sun was setting. The air had a small hint of the autumn that is right around the corner–but just a hint.

For now, we can still enjoy the summer under the fairy lights of a local bar, the sun only setting on an evening– not a season, not yet.

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My Outfit of the Day- featuring a cozy jumpsuit & new bag


Ryan & I went out exploring a bit last night, on a part of our #icecreamquest. I wanted to be comfortable, so I chose a Lou & Grey jumpsuit, which is basically like wearing acceptable pajamas for the public eye. I knew I would be eating ice cream, so again, not wearing makeup except my brows (my one standard).

I also could not help but to accessorize with this fun bag I found at a local co-op. The brand, Mona-B prides itself on using eco-friendly materials, or using something that  would have originally been trash. This one pictured is made of tent and tarp materials (that were washed & processed to be acceptable again). Could NOT resist the pop of color on this bag, and thought it was really fun. I debated about posting this picture of myself, BUT I want to remember my pre-ice cream game face in the years to come!

Stay tuned for the full list of the places we end up eating ice cream at this week:


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jumpsuit Lou & Grey, bag Mona-B