Tag: New York
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style: memories
Thank you to Paula at Koukla Running for passing on this Stylish Blogger Award (love these!) For this edition, I’m going to share seven of my most memorable Style memories (please note; these are not necessarily ‘stylish’ memories). 1. My mother travelled a lot when I was a child. Instead of Where’s Waldo, it was like, Where’s…
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style: birthday addition
Not only did Linda from oeke design blog pass on the Stylish Blogger Award to me (many thanks Linda) she updated the award badge to this round, fun, fuchsia, button you see before you. Very snazzy. And since I just did one of these (I’m truly blessed with the style) and because it’s my birthday (a couple…
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itchy feet
“And just out of curiosity, are you Irish or American who just lived in Ireland for a while?” Good question Shorty. It’s probably confusing sometimes times with all my New York, Boston, Texas, Dublin talk. And to be honest, sometimes The Husband gets confused too and he tells people that I’m Irish and this gets on…
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The Rest In Cliff Notes…
The meeting of Dad and The Boyfriend… I wish there was some drama, some tension or interesting tidbit about their meeting that I could write about but there isn’t. They liked each other immediately. It was easy, a quick handshake that turned into a hug (The Boyfriend suppressed his inner Frenchness and avoided the double…
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Back in the U.S.A.
The Boyfriend and I are venturing out of Le Petit Village and headed stateside to visit my father in the Berkshires and some friends in New York. This is The Boyfriend’s first trip to the States and I’m so excited to show him around, catch up with friends and family and spend a week surrounded…
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Snow Day
I spent my childhood in upstate New York, a place where we had all four seasons to their fullest. In Spring, blossoms bloomed, Summer was hot and sticky, Fall was an actual autumn, and Winter was freaking freezing. But the one thing that made those winter months bearable was the promise of a snow day.…
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Baby Steps
It has now been five and a half weeks since I’ve moved to Le Petit Village. Forty days to be exact. And as of today, exactly two months since my last day of work. But whose counting? And in this five and half weeks, forty days, and two months since leaving the desk I was…
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