Last Sunday, the family got together for my Grandma's 84th birthday. She moved down to New Jersey, from Queens, about five years ago and has since become quite the popular neighbor in her building. (Not to boast, but what former Rockette wouldn't be? She still does a mean kick.) We celebrated her big day in the party room where she lives and it turned out to be perfect. Her and her friends in the over-80 category worked like little elves and decorated the room with balloons and festive table cloths the night before. Even more perfect, was the delicious food everyone brought. From antipast, eggplant parmesan and baked ziti to chocolate-covered strawberries and cookies; we did some serious eating at this birthday.
Ms. Vera Ceci
I've been close with my Grandma ever since I was a wee little one, so it's always a lot of fun to spend days like this with her. I can't even describe how proud she was to introduce all of us to her friends. It was probably the highlight of the day. The only person who could have made the day even better was my cousin Jill who, unfortunately, was out in Minnesota visiting her boyfriend Justin.
Mom, Uncle Wayne and Gram
My cousin Leigh and brother Matt
My Mama and Me
Dad and Aunt Rosie
My sister Kerry and cousin Lauren. Not only is she a cutie-pie, she can color like nobody's business.
"Say Cheese"
Chatting over coffee.
The Ladies
It was a day filled with eating, talking, coloring books and more eating. Until next time ... that's all folks!
Friday, February 24, 2012
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Warby Parker
I don't know precisely why or when it started, but ever since my teens I've had this glamorized notion that it is really "cool" to wear glasses. At around 18-years-old, my curse wish was finally granted. Finding myself in over-sized lecture halls made me realize I couldn't help but squint to see my distant professor. Driving was no better; traffic lights suddenly became hazardous constellations of color. It was finally time to get me some glasses. Even though my vision is far from terrible, in order to enjoy a movie or even a TV show, glasses are most definitely required.
(I came across this picture online. I currently feel like her.)
It's been a little over two years since I've had a proper eye exam but with one looming, I've been casually searching for a new pair of specs to go along with what I have no doubt will be a stronger lens prescription. My current frames are a dark tortoise shell in a rectangular shape, but this time around I'd like a larger, boxier shape in a lighter shade. My co-worker Rodney recently got a pair of Buddy Holly-esque frames and after inquiring where he got them, he told me about a fantastic website called Warby Parker.
Warby Parker is everything I want in a new set of glasses. After browsing a stylish collection of vintage-inspired looks on either their website or brick-and-mortor store, a glorious $95 (and your prescription) is all that's required to own a trendy pair of eyeglasses.
I'm leaning towards the following frames but I'll make my final decision once I see what these puppies look like in person:
Preston Sandalwood Matte
Sinclair Burgundy Fade
Colton Hazelwood
Beckett Striped Chestnut
Huxley Hazelwood
The old-school feel to Warby Parker's collections got me thinking about what a funny thing fashion is. While styles may change drastically throughout the years, it's only inevitable that outdated styles ultimately become chic once again. I wish I had a picture handy of the gargantuan pair of red glasses my mom rocked during the 80s; the ones she now absolutely shudders to think about. (Picture old-school Sally Jesse Raphael.) While I hope those never come back into fashion, it's anyone's guess as to how I'll think about these frames in 20 years.
(I came across this picture online. I currently feel like her.)
It's been a little over two years since I've had a proper eye exam but with one looming, I've been casually searching for a new pair of specs to go along with what I have no doubt will be a stronger lens prescription. My current frames are a dark tortoise shell in a rectangular shape, but this time around I'd like a larger, boxier shape in a lighter shade. My co-worker Rodney recently got a pair of Buddy Holly-esque frames and after inquiring where he got them, he told me about a fantastic website called Warby Parker.
Warby Parker is everything I want in a new set of glasses. After browsing a stylish collection of vintage-inspired looks on either their website or brick-and-mortor store, a glorious $95 (and your prescription) is all that's required to own a trendy pair of eyeglasses.
I'm leaning towards the following frames but I'll make my final decision once I see what these puppies look like in person:
Preston Sandalwood Matte
Sinclair Burgundy Fade
Colton Hazelwood
Beckett Striped Chestnut
Huxley Hazelwood
The old-school feel to Warby Parker's collections got me thinking about what a funny thing fashion is. While styles may change drastically throughout the years, it's only inevitable that outdated styles ultimately become chic once again. I wish I had a picture handy of the gargantuan pair of red glasses my mom rocked during the 80s; the ones she now absolutely shudders to think about. (Picture old-school Sally Jesse Raphael.) While I hope those never come back into fashion, it's anyone's guess as to how I'll think about these frames in 20 years.
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Wednesday, January 25, 2012
(Extremely Belated) First Post of 2012!
I think one of the surest signs of aging is realizing how quickly time flies by. I think/say this phrase often, mostly when talking to friends, proudly (yet frighteningly) exclaiming "Remember when THIS happened TEN years ago ..." In much less severe terms, this sentiment applies to my blogging style; I'll post something I'm very proud of and then I won't "get around" to blogging again until I've realized a few weeks have come and gone. This is a habit I am trying to vow to break in 2012.
With that being said, I absolutely love the subject of this post: proclaiming my affection for über cool blog, The Rockstar Diaries (aka http://taza-and-husband.blogspot.com/). My friend Roe passed it along to me just before the holidays and I've been dutifully checking it out ever since. The blog follows the goings on of an undeniably hipster, and very sweet, couple who met as students in NYC, fell in love, got married and now live in D.C. with their adorable baby girl Eleanor and English Bulldog Kingsley.
Photo courtesy of Refinery29
Among other things documented; Naomi whipping up delicious treats while dressing with (in my opinion) kick-ass style and Josh, her husband, simultaneously wearing bowties and a baby bjorn. Together - even as parents - they travel, frequent all types of restaurants and events, and go to concerts (with their baby wearing noise cancelling headphones). I think it's an endearing look at a modern day young couple; living the married life, yet still retaining their youthful identities. I'm sure they have their not-so-rosy moments - as we all do - but in this instance, I prefer to relish in the happy existence this blog portrays. Major brownie points go to the artistic pictures it shares. Check out some of Naomi's looks on Refinery29.
Photo courtesy of Refinery29
In conclusion, if you're looking for an aesthetically pleasing glimpse into the young, married life of a creative D.C. couple, I recommend paying The Rockstar Diaries a visit.
PS - Remember LiveJournal? For some reason it popped into my head while writing this post and I'd like to share two pieces of (totally unrelated) information that LiveJournal would request of its writers:
Current Song: Nantes by Beirut
Current Mood: Hungry
With that being said, I absolutely love the subject of this post: proclaiming my affection for über cool blog, The Rockstar Diaries (aka http://taza-and-husband.blogspot.com/). My friend Roe passed it along to me just before the holidays and I've been dutifully checking it out ever since. The blog follows the goings on of an undeniably hipster, and very sweet, couple who met as students in NYC, fell in love, got married and now live in D.C. with their adorable baby girl Eleanor and English Bulldog Kingsley.
Photo courtesy of Refinery29
Among other things documented; Naomi whipping up delicious treats while dressing with (in my opinion) kick-ass style and Josh, her husband, simultaneously wearing bowties and a baby bjorn. Together - even as parents - they travel, frequent all types of restaurants and events, and go to concerts (with their baby wearing noise cancelling headphones). I think it's an endearing look at a modern day young couple; living the married life, yet still retaining their youthful identities. I'm sure they have their not-so-rosy moments - as we all do - but in this instance, I prefer to relish in the happy existence this blog portrays. Major brownie points go to the artistic pictures it shares. Check out some of Naomi's looks on Refinery29.
Photo courtesy of Refinery29
In conclusion, if you're looking for an aesthetically pleasing glimpse into the young, married life of a creative D.C. couple, I recommend paying The Rockstar Diaries a visit.
PS - Remember LiveJournal? For some reason it popped into my head while writing this post and I'd like to share two pieces of (totally unrelated) information that LiveJournal would request of its writers:
Current Song: Nantes by Beirut
Current Mood: Hungry
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Sunday, December 11, 2011
'Tis The Season
We are officially in the thick of the holiday season, and my humble abode has subsequently been doused with a sprinkling of Christmas cheer. This past week, my roommate Regan decorated our kitchen door with a big, pine-scented wreath (complete with gold ribbon) and yesterday, I trimmed us a little tree. (If you all remember my Charlie Brown tree from last year, I am proud to announce that I've graduated to a slightly larger specimen.)
My favorite ornament on the tree is this old-school yellow checker cab ornament from Fortunoff. I think next year I'll pick up some new ornaments to spruce things up a bit.
In keeping with all things holiday, I put on my tourist hat (along with my winter hat) this morning and met my sister and cousins at Rockefeller Center to view old faithful. As per usual, the tree looks great. However, after snapping a few pictures and taking in the sights, it is 100% necessary to promptly exit the madness.
For some reason, it seems like it's taken a bit longer for the holiday buzz to seep into the atmosphere this year ... maybe it's the unseasonably warm weather we've had? (I'd hate to think it's because I'm getting older ... oy gavolt!) Nonetheless, the impending Christmas festivities always put a pep in my step - I love the onslaught of holiday get-togethers. I'm about half way done with my shopping and am looking forward to spending Christmas Eve at my cousin Christopher's house in New Rochelle. We normally have Christmas Eve at my house, but this year, Christopher and his wife Joanna are hosting all of us. I have no doubt celebrating Christmas Eve a la Westchester will be a fun twist on tradition.
It's funny to think back to when you were a kid and could barely sleep the night before Christmas, because you were so overwhelmingly excited that Santa was coming (!!!!). For me, those feelings of holiday excitement haven't completely gone away, they've just been reallocated. Now, I am excited to be home for a few days, enjoy delicious food/drink and exchange gifts with my family and friends. There is something so comforting to me about sitting in the living room with my Mom's tree all a-glow. I know, I know, can you say corny? (But it is so true.)
On that note - Happy Holidays, y'all!
My favorite ornament on the tree is this old-school yellow checker cab ornament from Fortunoff. I think next year I'll pick up some new ornaments to spruce things up a bit.
In keeping with all things holiday, I put on my tourist hat (along with my winter hat) this morning and met my sister and cousins at Rockefeller Center to view old faithful. As per usual, the tree looks great. However, after snapping a few pictures and taking in the sights, it is 100% necessary to promptly exit the madness.
For some reason, it seems like it's taken a bit longer for the holiday buzz to seep into the atmosphere this year ... maybe it's the unseasonably warm weather we've had? (I'd hate to think it's because I'm getting older ... oy gavolt!) Nonetheless, the impending Christmas festivities always put a pep in my step - I love the onslaught of holiday get-togethers. I'm about half way done with my shopping and am looking forward to spending Christmas Eve at my cousin Christopher's house in New Rochelle. We normally have Christmas Eve at my house, but this year, Christopher and his wife Joanna are hosting all of us. I have no doubt celebrating Christmas Eve a la Westchester will be a fun twist on tradition.
It's funny to think back to when you were a kid and could barely sleep the night before Christmas, because you were so overwhelmingly excited that Santa was coming (!!!!). For me, those feelings of holiday excitement haven't completely gone away, they've just been reallocated. Now, I am excited to be home for a few days, enjoy delicious food/drink and exchange gifts with my family and friends. There is something so comforting to me about sitting in the living room with my Mom's tree all a-glow. I know, I know, can you say corny? (But it is so true.)
On that note - Happy Holidays, y'all!
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Edgar Degas: Dancers at the Barre
Degas' Dancers at the Barre: Point and Counterpoint, an exhibit featuring more than 30 works by celebrated French artist Edgar Degas, is currently on display at the Phillips Collection in Washington, D.C. Degas created 1,500 pieces focused solely on dancers - most notably ballerinas from the Paris Opera in the late 19th century - one of the reasons I love his work. While I've always thought Degas' paintings were extremely beautiful, I never knew much about Degas himself.
Self-Portrait, 1886
The artist was a perfectionist and witty, although a recluse. What's remarkable about his career, was that he, an un-married, male artist, was allowed backstage, to rehearsals and even to dressing rooms in the opera - to quietly sketch the goings-on. Apparently, it was entirely commonplace for "subscribers" to have such access during that time. How incredible that would be today!
The Dance Class, 1873
His drawings and paintings made the mundane profound. (A reprint of) his 1875 oil on canvas La Classe de Danse hung in my grandma's spare room throughout my entire childhood. Back then, taking dance classes myself, I would stare at the painting and wish I was one of the ballerinas warming up in that studio. Degas' paintings chronicled the stretching, warming up and rehearsing of dance, almost never the performance of. These every day, fundamental dancers' rituals were made just as enticing, if not more, than the performance itself.
La Classe de Danse, 1873-75
When my grandma moved to New Jersey a few years ago, I was bequeathed La Classe de Danse, which now hangs in my hallway. I can't count how many times I've stared at the painting and wondered what the girl sitting on the piano was scratching at behind her, or what the dance instructor (if that's who he is) is telling his dancers, or how a cute little pup was allowed in the dance studio. It's a rich, lovely painting, and while simple in subject, very intricate in detail.
I'm afraid a trip to D.C. is not in my near future, so I won't make it to the exhibit, but here's hoping it travels to New York! NPR featured an enlightening article in its Arts & Life section detailing the exhibit (and Degas) if you're interested in further reading. The exhibit runs through January.
Self-Portrait, 1886
The artist was a perfectionist and witty, although a recluse. What's remarkable about his career, was that he, an un-married, male artist, was allowed backstage, to rehearsals and even to dressing rooms in the opera - to quietly sketch the goings-on. Apparently, it was entirely commonplace for "subscribers" to have such access during that time. How incredible that would be today!
The Dance Class, 1873
His drawings and paintings made the mundane profound. (A reprint of) his 1875 oil on canvas La Classe de Danse hung in my grandma's spare room throughout my entire childhood. Back then, taking dance classes myself, I would stare at the painting and wish I was one of the ballerinas warming up in that studio. Degas' paintings chronicled the stretching, warming up and rehearsing of dance, almost never the performance of. These every day, fundamental dancers' rituals were made just as enticing, if not more, than the performance itself.
La Classe de Danse, 1873-75
When my grandma moved to New Jersey a few years ago, I was bequeathed La Classe de Danse, which now hangs in my hallway. I can't count how many times I've stared at the painting and wondered what the girl sitting on the piano was scratching at behind her, or what the dance instructor (if that's who he is) is telling his dancers, or how a cute little pup was allowed in the dance studio. It's a rich, lovely painting, and while simple in subject, very intricate in detail.
I'm afraid a trip to D.C. is not in my near future, so I won't make it to the exhibit, but here's hoping it travels to New York! NPR featured an enlightening article in its Arts & Life section detailing the exhibit (and Degas) if you're interested in further reading. The exhibit runs through January.
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Saturday, October 29, 2011
My Technics SL-B1 Turntable
While downloading albums through iTunes and streaming songs on Pandora or Spotify have become industry standards, I've also found myself drawn to the music-listening practices of yore. Over the past few years, as friends have unveiled vinyl collections in their apartments and stores like Urban Outfitters* began selling portable turntables, I realized I appreciate, and am intrigued by, the classic system. There is something about the active relationship between the art form and the listener - taking an LP out of its sleeve (after remarking on its creative artwork), placing it on a turntable, setting the needle to the appropriate groove and listening to the remarkably intense sound emitting from the speakers - that I like being a part of.
I vaguely remember my parents playing records every once and a while during my childhood, but with the advent of CDs, their turntables were casually sold at yard sales and their records were delegated to the basement with an unhopeful future. The years went by and the records sat, forgotten, in their subterranean home. Just over a year ago, while chatting on the phone with my musically-inclined Uncle Ed, who's lived in California for the past twenty-plus years, he told me I could adopt a turntable of his that was in my aunt's attic in Queens. I was thrilled (!), and on the next visit to my parent's house, I went down to the basement and began flipping through my mom's pretty stellar record collection. I thumbed through the Beatles, Fleetwood Mac, Bob Dylan, Sly and The Family Stone, CSNY, David Bowie and more, and happily took them over to my apartment. I was especially excited to listen to the classic bands whose music I didn't own myself. (I also took two Fisher speakers from my parent's house ... it's remarkable what you'll find in a basement!)
When I finally set my eyes on the Technics SL-B1 turntable (circa 1980) I discovered that the rubber belt had eroded over the years and was preventing the very necessary spinning action to take place. I did a little research, purchased a replacement belt online and was all set, except for one minor thing. I did not have a receiver. Due largely to my own procrastination, I waited an entire year before purchasing a receiver, but purchase one I did - through eBay - and after hooking up the speaker wires, I now have a fully functioning record player.
I guess I get a nostalgic kick out of experiencing music as it was experienced in a bygone era. However, it's also a great time to be a music fan today, as you can access music through so many platforms. More and more albums are available on vinyl (which, when purchased, usually come with a CD as well) and fans can easily download a plethora of music online. It's really neat to be able to purchase quality music from both the virtual iTunes store and the physical record store. Speaking of record stores, Record Store Day is also attributing to the current resurgence in vinyl's popularity.
So, I'm definitely still a newbie in this area, and learning as I go along, but I have a list of albums - new and old-school - that I can't wait to get my hands on. First up on my list is a band I've become acquainted with over this past year, the incredible Fleet Foxes. I've also been eyeing some great shelves from The Container Store, so my lovely little entertainment center won't have to sit sheepishly on the floor.
*I was in the Urban Outfitters on 14th Street last winter and purchased this Aaron Morris photograph of a record store. I think the angle of the photo is really interesting and it's been hanging above my living room couch ever since ;)
I vaguely remember my parents playing records every once and a while during my childhood, but with the advent of CDs, their turntables were casually sold at yard sales and their records were delegated to the basement with an unhopeful future. The years went by and the records sat, forgotten, in their subterranean home. Just over a year ago, while chatting on the phone with my musically-inclined Uncle Ed, who's lived in California for the past twenty-plus years, he told me I could adopt a turntable of his that was in my aunt's attic in Queens. I was thrilled (!), and on the next visit to my parent's house, I went down to the basement and began flipping through my mom's pretty stellar record collection. I thumbed through the Beatles, Fleetwood Mac, Bob Dylan, Sly and The Family Stone, CSNY, David Bowie and more, and happily took them over to my apartment. I was especially excited to listen to the classic bands whose music I didn't own myself. (I also took two Fisher speakers from my parent's house ... it's remarkable what you'll find in a basement!)
When I finally set my eyes on the Technics SL-B1 turntable (circa 1980) I discovered that the rubber belt had eroded over the years and was preventing the very necessary spinning action to take place. I did a little research, purchased a replacement belt online and was all set, except for one minor thing. I did not have a receiver. Due largely to my own procrastination, I waited an entire year before purchasing a receiver, but purchase one I did - through eBay - and after hooking up the speaker wires, I now have a fully functioning record player.
I guess I get a nostalgic kick out of experiencing music as it was experienced in a bygone era. However, it's also a great time to be a music fan today, as you can access music through so many platforms. More and more albums are available on vinyl (which, when purchased, usually come with a CD as well) and fans can easily download a plethora of music online. It's really neat to be able to purchase quality music from both the virtual iTunes store and the physical record store. Speaking of record stores, Record Store Day is also attributing to the current resurgence in vinyl's popularity.
So, I'm definitely still a newbie in this area, and learning as I go along, but I have a list of albums - new and old-school - that I can't wait to get my hands on. First up on my list is a band I've become acquainted with over this past year, the incredible Fleet Foxes. I've also been eyeing some great shelves from The Container Store, so my lovely little entertainment center won't have to sit sheepishly on the floor.
*I was in the Urban Outfitters on 14th Street last winter and purchased this Aaron Morris photograph of a record store. I think the angle of the photo is really interesting and it's been hanging above my living room couch ever since ;)
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Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Ra-Ra for Ta-Tas!
This past Sunday, my family got together for an American Cancer Society breast cancer walk in Point Pleasant, New Jersey. My Aunt Karen was diagnosed with breast cancer last year and, thankfully, after catching it in a very early stage and undergoing the necessary treatment, she is now cancer free. We walked to support her and everyone who is affected by this awful disease.
I have to give exceptional props to my 83-year-old Grandma, who walked the entire 5K distance, only stopping a few times to rest. Ten years ago she was diagnosed with lymphoma, but remains unbelievably strong - not even the toughest chemo got in her way. I am proud to have such brave women in my family!
A few humorous catchphrases kept the mood of the walk light, here are some that I remember: 1) Ra-Ra for Ta-Tas 2) Save 'em all, big or small 3) T.I.T.S (Together In Tough Situations) 4) Keep 'em bouncin!
I have to give exceptional props to my 83-year-old Grandma, who walked the entire 5K distance, only stopping a few times to rest. Ten years ago she was diagnosed with lymphoma, but remains unbelievably strong - not even the toughest chemo got in her way. I am proud to have such brave women in my family!
A few humorous catchphrases kept the mood of the walk light, here are some that I remember: 1) Ra-Ra for Ta-Tas 2) Save 'em all, big or small 3) T.I.T.S (Together In Tough Situations) 4) Keep 'em bouncin!
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