Thursday, December 30, 2010


post-christmas, pre-new years is hardly enough time to relax, but since christmas was such a fantastic success this year, i'll just keep drinking peppermint tea and taking inventory on my presents this year. i got a bunch more stuff than is pictured, which i intended to document, but after the two i got distracted by sweets and coffee and forgot what i was doing.

penguin pj's to keep me warm when my snuggie just isn't cutting it. *not pictured: matching footies.

lush bath bombs! a whole tin gingerbread house worth! i can't wait to try them and get all wrinkled up and smelling good.

i'm off to cook up some new years desserts and drink down some wine while i do it. mazel tov!

Monday, December 20, 2010

Black Bottom Muffins

But really, once you add all that wonderful cream cheese and a bunch of chocolate chips, they kinda become cupcakes. Muffincakes? What's in a name, anyway? It's all in the flavor.

Sorry for all pics but I do believe I'm in love with these things.

Monday, December 6, 2010

Lower Those Ears

I've never been good at getting dolled up (the most I wear makeup-wise is usually concealer and some lipstick), but I always imagined that if I were a guy, I'd be well-groomed and somewhat high maintenance. Pomade, cologne, silk ties, etc. I love--and cringe--when, during an old movie, some dapper gentleman gets a straight razor shave. The shaving cream is always whipped up in a little bowl with a brush, of course. And while most guys don't care much about the whole wingtip-shoe-and-pocket-handkerchief image I'm talking about, at least they do have to get a decent haircut every now and then, right? After seeing this amazing post, I've been begging for a certain someone in NY to check out an old school barber shop just for the experience. I want to live vicariously through them. Think about it:

Want a cocktail with that shave? Try the The Blind Barber.

Maybe just something straight-up classy (hell, Steinbeck AND JFK made the trip to this barber shop)? May I recommend Paul Molé, Manhattan's oldest barber shop?