Sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast

I cannot wait for the genius of Lewis Caroll, Tim Burton and Johnny Depp all combined in the curiouser and curiouser world of Alice In Wonderland, coming out March 2010. 

“No room!” The March Hare and Mad Hatter shouted. “No room!” But Alice plunked down, desperate for some biscuits after a long day of living backward.

Speaking of Wonderland, this Annie Leibovitz's shoot for Vogue is one of my all time favorites!

Fantasy on Houston and 2nd Avenue

I have just read some fantastic advice

My sister, grandmother and I reading 101 Dalmatians

This evening I picked up a book of mine called "The Art of Travel" by Alain de Botton. An old friend of mine gave it to me over four years ago when I was getting ready to leave the place we had been living for four years. Although I have read bits and pieces of it I have never really read it. I rediscovered it on my bookshelf and since I'm about to embark on another journey I thought it was time. To really read it. It's amazing how often one reads books that are meant to be read just then (although perhaps certain things are just brought to your conscience as a result of the book...).

Anyway, on page 8, I read Chamfort's dictum that "a man must swallow a toad every morning to be sure of not meeting with anything more in the day ahead." Botton was using this as a metaphor for the climatic circumstance known as winter but its applicable to many circumstances beyond the weather to day to day survival in this crazy world. To me it's an encouragement to be brave and strong and true in what you do, because you have probably faced worse.

It's official!

New York has that magical defining quality that it's yours to discover from the get go - a quality succinctly described by American novelist Thomas Wolfe who said "One belongs to New York instantly, one belongs to it as much in five minutes as in five years." However, today I received my NY State ID in the mail and now I feel like a real New Yorker!

Don't dip your veil in coffee and other things we can learn from the 1940s

In accordance with the name of my blog I found this old photograph of my grandparent's wedding in 1942. I would love to wear my grandmother's heirloom lace veil but unfortunately she lent it to a friend who dyed it in coffee in an attempt to create an ivory color. DIY projects in the 1940's were a whole different ball game.

Milestones

I am getting married in two months. Which as they say is about 30 seconds in bride time. I thought this would be a good day to launch my blog since  it marks the count down to both the beginning of something and the end. Two months until I walk down the aisle and marry the one I love. That is the beginning. One month until I move to another city, far away from here, where I have lived, dreamed, laughed, cried, learned, and grown for four years. That is the end.

And this is the beginning.