Monday, August 31, 2015

In Rapture ((Week of Aug 31))

  • Because I'm a sucker for anything and everything that has blue roses on it, clearly I've fallen in love with Jenni's Prints. Also, her packaging is the shit too.
Jenni's Prints
  • I'm digging Big Bud Press's enamel pins. They're bright colors and simple designs really stick out.
    Big Bud Press
  • Because I can't talk enough about pins and patches when it's fall...Deer Heart is a store that I do seriously just want everything in
Deer Heart
  • Oh, I'm just over here trying real hard not to buy all of these beautiful minerals and crystals from Able Ground
Able Ground

Sunday, August 30, 2015

Fire Walk With Me


 


Friday, August 28, 2015

Do You Think If The La Casa Dude Was Real, He'd Be A Real Jabroni?

Once again, here I am telling you where to get dinner tonight...

 



Wednesday, August 26, 2015

GRIRLZ

Seriously, I'm in love with grilling. I can't stop, and I won't stop. Pictured here are our first attempts at two grilled pizzas. One is Gorgonzola, honey and onion, the other, basil, pepperoni, green pepper and mozzarella.




Tuesday, August 25, 2015

#Cocktus

We met at Trade Joe's, and immediately, I knew I'd be taking him home...





Monday, August 24, 2015

Burger Quest: Part III

Smoked gouda and beer burgers on pretzel bun



In Rapture ((Week of Aug 17))

  • I've seen my future, and it is good.
  • I've been thinking a lot about feminism and being a mother lately. Maybe it's due to the flush of first-day-of-school pictures that's filling up my Facebook feed right now (no complaints, it's adorable). I came across this article and thought it to be very insightful. "When I became a mother, I found the intersection of feminism and ferocity — a fearlessness that comes with loving someone more than yourself. Indeed, thanks in large to feminism, I feel entitled to a life that doesn’t exclusively revolve around my children, and as a result, I don’t begrudge my kids for depriving me of things I want to do. That said, all this constant questioning of myself and my value, turned to guilt when I became a mom. Somehow, it seemed that my husband felt entitled to go out and work, provide for the family, and chase his success. Generally, men are raised with this sense of entitlement. In fact, they are commanded to go out and provide. Every dinner I miss, every school performance, every first word unheard, plagues me. I feel guilty when I take on new work (I’m freelance), and guilty when I blow off work to be with my kids. Ya can’t win. And the crazy thing is, most mothers feel this way when we finally open up and admit it."
  • Recently, I went a little nuts and spent a bunch of money at this Etsy shop, but I think these are purchases well made. 
    Gritty City Posters

  • My patch/pin obsession continues this fall (it might be time to start a new jacket already). I'm definitely going to have to invest in Tuesday Bassen's custom heart patch because the sentiment rings so true
Tuesday Bassen

Friday, August 21, 2015

Friday Night Dinner Plans

It's pasta night over at Kitchen Table. Get your carbo-load on. Don't ask questions.




Thursday, August 20, 2015

You're Lookin' at Country

A few weeks ago I had the pleasure of seeing Loretta Lynn at the Holland Center with my folks, and boy was it great. In between songs she talked about her past, retelling a story of coming home from a three week long tour to her husband who was upset that she had already eaten. She sat at the table with him and a glass of milk when he upped and dumped it on her head. Next thing she does, is grab his bowl of hot corn and places it promptly over his head.

Loretta my dear, you are a gem, sorry about the somewhat crappy iPhone pictures.




 





Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Love Lamp






RIP Metz Mansion

At the beginning of the year, when Metz Mansion caught on fire and subsequently froze over, I stopped by and snapped some photos. This week, the Metz finally met its demise. When I arrived at the rubble, I wasn't the only one there mourning the loss. Each of us greeted each other with a somber, 'Hello' and 'I can't believe this happened'. It's truly a shame for Omaha to lose such beautiful a part of our history. 

With the gentrification of the Blackstone District which is located so close to the Metz, it's even more difficult to say goodbye. I'm all about cleaning up neighborhoods while trying to hold onto their historical value (at least some of it), but it's also wise to keep in mind who's actually profiting from this game. 









Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Try To Catch The Light

Just before sunset, my neighbor's flowering bush catches the most beautiful light that, unfortunately, these pictures can't quite capture. But seriously, have I told you lately how much I'm loving my new neighborhood?