April 16, 2014 § Leave a comment
Wednesday blues seem necessary following a too good weekend. Even though lying in the sun with my favorite person incubated a giddy happiness in me that has lasted days since, I still want more. Give me more beer in bottles and an additional set of pockets for all the shit I tote around. Give me all of it.
April 10, 2014 § Leave a comment
This month is such a gem. The inescapable feeling of opening, the way light looks brighter and stays longer through all my windows, the flowers, the flowers, the flowers! I can’t be the only one keeping shears in her bag, right? I want to snip and steal every piece of greenery as I bike past (but I haven’t been, for ethical and safety reasons). This month is a celebration of so many things I keep close to my lil’ ole heart. My mother and grandmother’s birthday, aka an excuse for cake and candles and group hugs. The expected, anticipated break up with the semester from hell. Some similarities to the freedom of summer without the extreme heat. My inability to leave my kitchen. We live on a peninsula, people. Get some local seafood and round up some herbs and spices. It’s addictive. As is pie baking. As is falling in love with all the flowers. Did I mention flowers already? Why am I speaking in fragments and questions? Must be National Poetry Month. Thankful, thankful, thankful. Never been happier to be frolicking in the Holy City.
Liz Recommendations: If you’re near campus (or you’re not), go to the Halsey and find Kyle’s piece in the Young Contemporaries gallery. You’ll know it when you see it. If you’re near the Market, see John Westmark’s Narratives exhibit at the Gibbes– such wonderful pieces that I could stare at for some time. While you’re at it, walk across the street to the graveyard at the Circular Congregational Church. I almost forgot how striking it is to see those tombs at sunset. The trees blooming make it extra special, so try not to wait. Speaking of the Market, a new french restaurant opened, Brasserie Gigi, and is home to a gorgeous view and the best soup de poisson…ever. Do not skip dessert (coffe and creme brulee, s’il vous plaît). Someone take me to Chez Nous and settle my french cuisine fix. Until Sunday, the International Film Fest is happening, so get some tickets and sneak some popcorn into Sottile Theatre. I sound like I’m at work, but whatever. I love Charleston, I love the art scene in Charleston, I love April in Charleston. Best of all, the weather is nice enough to take bike rides for no reason whatsoever and that is something I cant quite quit.
April 9, 2014 § Leave a comment
Something that happened this week: My bff and I stood outside the Time Warner Cable Arena in Charlotte, NC staring at our twitter feeds wondering why Miley Cyrus was, believe it or not, canceling her show twenty minutes before doors. I would not identify us as “Smilers”, but we were pretty excited. We just wanna see Miley ride a giant hot dog, y’all!!!! Give us what we want!!! Although it was a pretty major disappointment after driving three hours, requesting off work, skipping a Brit. Lit. course, and having a 6am drive the following morning– it was still a fun night with a girl I love in a city we don’t explore too often. I may not have returned back to Charleston with a T-shirt of Miley licking an ice cream cone, but I had extra time to spend with my dad, my mom, and real ice cream. So there. *sobs and rips up Bangerz ticket*
My advice to Miley: if you’re in “excruciating pain”, let a girl know before she’s uptown wearing acid washed high-waisted denim.
April 3, 2014 § Leave a comment
Rosemary and lemon should run away and elope. The combination is divine. Not sure if it’s the sunshine (hi Spring!) or the fact that I’m rereading Ira Levin’s Rosemary’s Baby (so much yellow in that book), but earlier this week when I baked a baked a cake– the only ingredients in mind were a little jar of herbs and the bowl of lemons by my stove.
How rewarding is it to create things? Even edible, small things. This time around, I ran out of practically everything but all-purpose flour. Still, the end result was well worth the time and Frankenstein assembly. Also my kitchen lights aren’t working. Shamelessly, I’m here to brag about a cake baked with literally everything I could find including makeshift light sources (string lights, taper candles).