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why the happy dance?

September 23, 2013

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why am i writhing, supine, cackling like a baby, double bottle-fisted with his mama’s warm milk?

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that’s right kids.

it’s here:

light up those scented, sugar cookie candles and stow away the gardenia-heavy perfume; it’s time to find your fall.

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saturday we purchased our pumpkins; we’re the last peeps on the street to take down our christmas tree, might as well be the first ones with pumpkins on the stoop.

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this weekend the darker skies arrived a bit earlier; revealing a magnificent, wise, harvest moon.

fall hatches a poise and practicality that lacks come summertime; june through august we gadabout and celebrate the whimsical & oftentimes careless part of our complexions.

now is the time for hunkering down, finishing tolstoy, and dusting off the beach pit grime from our suntanned brain cells.

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pretty soon rubber flip-flops will make way for leather boots; skimpy, strappy tanks bypassed for chunky, thick knit sweaters.

fall fashion is undeniable.

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autumn is the time to curl up with someone, a beast, or just a book, and burrow into a corner somewhere under a warm, flannel blanket; ignoring chores, emails and to-do lists.

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and let’s not forget tailgating.

fill that thermos with cider-hot, and pack a picnic chock full of golden, sweet anjou pears and crispy pippin apples, all at their peak.

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are you a fool for fall too?

what are your favorite ingredients in this spicy, cozy season.

dumb girl down….

August 13, 2013

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so here’s the story:

sunday, in an effort to keep up with the hard tail’d and lululemon wearing elite, you know? the ones who eschew marathon napping, emotional eating, and reality-tv in exchange for extra time at the gym in half-moon pose, kettle-belling until the cows come home; i awakened, not a renewed sense of peace and flexibility, but a freddy krueger-like rip down the right side of my leg.

#dumbgirlproblems

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i’ve taken to bed and to drinking.

drinking sangria that is.

conveniently stacked alongside the summer peaches, whole foods shrewdly introduced their new organic, super-fruit sangria yesterday to all of us wanna-be healthy, but would rather just pop a pill or write about it instead-posers. {me}

i’ve said this before booze does not do a katie good. i wish i had better luck with it, but one glass of wine, and i typically end up with mike tyson face and mike tyson rage.

but if this sangria meant i didn’t have to chop and rinse my fruit for a day….what’s a black-eye or two?

eppa supra fruta sangria is made with real, certified organic anti-oxidant rich fruits such as acai berries, mediterranean blood oranges, blueberries, and pomegranates.

a half of a glass and i had forgotten about my injured hip.

unfortunately that memory lapse led to me roger-rabbiting in the hallway, picking a fight with an errant mosquito, and losing my balance on a bathmat.

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in preparation for my upcoming summer holiday i’ve started maine by j. courtney sullivan.

 it’s a very easy, readable, summer novel.

i’m not sure it can hold a candle to colony though.

read my junior year in high school, colony was where i first fell in love with the idea of maine.

and it’s also where i first got the bug for the “beach read.”

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so back to my injury.

i’ve been advised to ice, massage, and rest my hip.

but, so far, i prefer my remedy of eating homemade strawberry shortcake instead.

 i AM 7lbs heavier than i was on friday.

tuesday happy to you m’loves.

all photos taken by katie osumi

with love

May 21, 2013

 

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“history is orphan. it can speak, but cannot hear. it can give, but cannot take. its wounds and tragedies can be read and known, but cannot be avoided or cured.” 
~kedar joshi

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