This week’s Week In Scraps is mostly dedicated to the trip I took up north to Maine for my cousin Briana’s wedding. I don’t get to see my extended family too often, and this trip made me realize that I want to see them more than just once or twice a year. It’s so nice to have such a joyous occasion to gather around, but I’m looking forward to going up north with no agenda except for a few days on a lake, the ocean, or hanging out somewhere in the woods (shocking words for this city girl, huh?).
- There’s a new coffee shop on my block called re.union. I’m 100000% excited about it because until then, there was really no coffee shop on the way to work. I’ve had the chance to talk to the owners a few times and they’re awesome people and really are here to keep the spirit of the neighborhood.
- Molly and Trent came up the night before I left for Maine and I showed them around Williamsburg (not the real Williamsburg, but ya know). We went to Space ninety 8, aka Urban Outfitters and took some photo booth photos. Trent insisted on Sepia; good call dude.
- Briana and Brandon’s wedding program was very…”them.” Fun, casual, and full of authentic love. I’d never met Brandon, but seeing him and Briana’s relationship unfold from a far (read: on Facebook), they just seemed to be in love with each other in a way that I hadn’t seen from many other people.
- Oh, speaking of weddings, apparently miss Briana’s false eyelashes didn’t hold up through the ceremony. After I walked though the receiving line, her sister the maid of honor handed me the falsies and said, “Can you do something with these?” I went ahead and put them in my makeup case, only to discover them a few days later. Bri, you looked beautiful with and without them. ;)
- Road trips = shitty coffee (Starbucks) and a poor nutritional choices (milk duds and bbq chips)
- After 8 or so hours in the car on the way back to NYC, we were STARVING and found ourselves in Connecticut. RJ always talks about Connecticut pizza, so I shot him a text and he recommended Pepe’s. It hit the spot, but I’m not sure what all the hype was about. Sorry, Rg.
“Disturb us, Lord, when we are too well pleased with ourselves
When our dreams have come true because we have dreamed too little
When we arrived safely because we sailed too close to the shore.
Disturb us, Lord, when with the abundance of things we possess
We have lost our thirst for the waters of life;
Having fallen in love with life, we have ceased to dream of eternity
And in our efforts to build a new earth,
We have allowed our vision of the new Heaven to dim.
Disturb us, Lord, to dare more boldly, to venture on wider seas
Where storms will show your mastery;
Where losing sight of land, we shall find the stars.
We ask You to push back the horizons of our hopes;
And to push into the future
In strength, courage, hope, and love.”
Thanks to everyone who’s sent me sweet complements about the week in scrap series as of late. It’s really fun, something I’m glad I “stole” from Adam, and really suggest others follow suit. Andrea already did. There’s something about knowing that you’ll be culminating the week in a series of bits and pieces that really opens your eyes to the minute details.
Anyways, here’s the lowdown on this week:
- On Saturday, Sarah, Grazina and I went to Ofrenda for dinner. A 5:30 PM reservation to be precise. Starting early means ending before midnight, but we really put in work between the beginning and end of the night: After dinner we grabbed a bottle of rose (on top of the previous margaritas and sangrias) and went to get pedicures. After our boozy pedicures, we went to Olio e Piú where we had another bottle of Rose and a few bites. I’m so lucky to have really awesome coworkers who I love hanging out with outside of the office.
- A few weeks ago I got a new Maptote tote bag from this really cute new home decor store on Kent Ave called Beam. The tote looks like this and I love it. This weekend I finally broke it out and it was perfect for all of my run-around-errands.
- On Sunday morning after said Saturday night out with Grazina and Sarah I wasn’t feeling…100%. I seamlessed a green juice and a sandwich from Urban Rustic, praying it would give me a little revitalization.
- At my parents house, we used to have a drawer full of wapping paper, birthday bags, ribbons, etc. Basically, if you had to wrap a present, there was no shortage of materials. James’ birthday was on Friday and I wanted to wrap a little book I got him and didn’t have any wrapping paper. I popped into one of the cute knick-knacky stores off of Bedford and was able to find this really pretty gold paper for $2.00/sheet.
- Guess what? I don’t have to wear my knee brace anymore!! I went to the doctor on Friday and he told me I’m good to go brace free. Still am swollen and healing, but this is huge! Can’t wait to see him in October, for another check up.
- I’m really good at leaving my building badge on my desk at work when I run out for lunch and I’m really bad/awkward at smiling at the camera when they have to take my picture for the visitor pass.
- Saturday mornings I have a little ritual: Wake up, walk to Beco, order an Americano, then walk to the Farmer’s Market. The guy who works at Beco is always there and he has beautiful eyes - I’m guessing he gets at least 243 complements a day on them.
- Sunday I spent some time at the Williamsburg Flea and bought a dress for $5 at Coast to Coast Vintage - a husband and wife who travel the US in their cute little camper. When they need more space in their camper, they put things on sale for $5. Lucky me!
- I went to lunch with David Linden (I can’t just call him David.) on Friday. We grabbed food - healthy food - because he’s getting married and all that jazz and went back to his office - Bloomberg. We sat on the terrace under a beautiful blue sky. It’s funny because when David Linden and I both worked at JWT, Bloomberg was one of our clients. Nice to see life go a little full circle.
- Carbon Mirage did a photo shoot on Saturday with Adrianne and I’m so stoked to see the photos!
Here’s to a pretty fun-filled week.
Creativity builds off itself.
"You can’t use up creativity. The more you use, the more you have." - Maya Angelou
What you’re creating doesn’t even have to be good, certainly not in the beginning. That’s not the point. The point is to start creative work to inculcate the habit of thinking differently and having something to show for it.
"The most important possible thing you can do is do a lot of work." - Ira Glass
Since it can be hard to think of new ideas off the bat the best way to start creating is to simply copy others. Re-draw that Monet piece. Copy the prose of your favorite writer. Try to get into the mind and shoes of an artist you admire. After copying for a while, you’ll soon to develop your own voice.
The more you create, the more you’ll have to play with. You can showcase your best work while refining your old. You can be learning new techniques to integrate into your existing skill set. The palette is indefinite.
Once you choose yourself and do the work people start to look at you as the artist they admire. So keep creating, even on the days you don’t feel it. Keep building the creative muscle.
Yes, yes, yes. This weekend I was thinking about the people in my life who put in hard work, late hours, and missed social outings on top of everything else in their life to make and create. Jess and Carla come to mind.
In a city like New York, it feels very easy to get caught in between these two worlds: go out, be social, and get “caught up in it all” or hide yourself away, work on side projects, etc. and sort of become a hermit. Of course, the answer to this is balance, but man, it’s difficult.
If I’m being honest, the more time I put into “doing my own thing” the greater I’m aware of what I’m not doing, who I’m hanging out with, the group memories I’m not making. In short, I’ve experienced a spike FOMO. The good thing though, is that I know it’s all worth it.
- There’s been an abundance of band-aids in my purse this week: I wore a new pair of shoes this week and they tore up my heels and I cut my finger attempting to open a bottle of wine. Life is hard.
- Jess left me a sweet little note to come back to tonight. She spent 4 weeks in my apartment while she was going through yoga training and it was just such a lovely time. I’m SO thankful to know her.
- I have a love/hate relationship with networking events. They’re awkward, always 101 level, and hard to prove their value. Anyways, Bea and I went to an event for about 10 minutes and then skidaddled. We did manage to down a glass of wine before peacing out, though.
- Grazina gave me an extra punch card from Hale and Hearty because she’s my hero.
- #Notetoself: you have PT on Tuesday and Thursday with Ty and Johnny. Also, this is not an effective way to remember appointments. Put it in your calendar.
- We celebrated Abby’s birthday on Saturday at Pig and Khao, a place I’ve wanted to try for the past year and a half. So happy I finally got a chance - the food was delicious and the event was momentous. Happy Birthday, Abby!
Spent the day in Bed-Suy at the Indigo Artist Collective Garden Party Soirée. It was lovely (and Carbon Mirage played!).
9 weeks & over the hump.
It’s been 9 weeks since my surgery and as I sit back and try to decide if that was a short or long time ago, I’m in awe of what’s been accomplished in this ambiguous amount of time.
I went from a swollen, pained, immobile leg, to a still swollen (albeit MUCH less), 70% mobile leg with only a little bit of pain here and there. It almost feels like a switch; life before 9 weeks post-surgery and life after it.
On Friday my physical therapist told me that I’d made some really awesome progress in the past two weeks. “8 weeks is really the turning point. The graft is fully intact. Your knee is finally stable; you can begin to trust it.”
And that’s where I am now, attempting to cognitively trust my knee. Physically, I get it. I’ve been off crutches for about a month, I’m out of my post-surgery brace and back into my pre-surgery brace (much lighter, more flexible). Heck, I’ve even began to ease heels back into my wardrobe.
Mentally though, it’s another story. I can go up stairs normally without a problem, but going down is another story. I don’t trust my right leg to support me as my left leg takes a step down. I will literally hesitate for 3 seconds between steps replaying how to physically maneuver the short staircase out of my apartment. Once I get going on a few stairs, I’m usually good to go, but it’s only because I’ve actively convinced myself to trust my knee. It’s yet to become hard knowledge or second nature, but I trust that it’s coming along.
If I try to run across the street as the light changes, it looks like a weird and awkward jog, and currently it takes me 10 minutes on a stationary bike to ride one mile. Both activities, well below my body’s optimal performance, but I’m trying hard to recognize these as victories considering the state of my knee just a few weeks ago.
This week I went to the gym for the first time since my injury. Truth be told, I wish I had gone sooner than 9 weeks, but I hadn’t felt confident enough in my knee to support me until now. I met with a personal trainer and as we went through the exercises - lunges, squats, weighted step ups, even mini-wall hops - I was in such awe. With his guidance and spot, I was able to prove to myself that I was capable of way more than my injury led me to believe. I didn’t do all of these exercises to the fullest extent of my ability, but to know that 9 weeks ago I was miserable with the worst pain of my life and that even last month I was still in crutches; I called this workout session a bit of a win.
Jack my trainer gave me a high-five and noted that I my ability was a lot better than he’d expected. ”Can I hug you?” I responded. “I just feel so good and excited about finally being able to do this. I didn’t know I could until you helped me.” He opened his arms and I went in for it. Thank God he’s a hugger.
As you grow older, it gets harder and harder to believe in magic. You know, to find awe and wonder in your everyday life. I’m so used to solving my own problems and finding the quickest, most efficient way to get from A to Z. With this whole ACL experience being the first of it’s kind and very, very out of my control for the most part, I’m experiencing magic every day and am so thankful that our bodies are designed to let us in on it.
"Don’t wait for permission to make something that’s interesting or amusing to you. Just do it now. Don’t wait. Find a story idea, start making it, give yourself a deadline, show it to people who’ll give you notes to make it better. Don’t wait till you’re older, or in some better job than you have now. Don’t wait for anything. Don’t wait till some magical story idea drops into your lap. That’s not where ideas come from. Go looking for an idea and it’ll show up. Begin now. Be a fucking soldier about it and be tough." -Ira Glass
-one of the best thing’s I’ve read all week.