I am still on a high from my recent trip to Chicago for a fun-filled, work-free, kid(s) free, boy-free weekend with the ladies. I could set off to regale you with the details but I'm feeling a little less wordy today and yet have so much to share, so here's the abridged, cliff-notes version of the trip:
The aroma from baskets of ripe, succulent strawberries has rendered this girl a little light-headed and giggly right there in front of all the normal shoppers at the grocery store.
I am experiencing a strawberry-smitten summer, y'all.
And in case you were wondering, there was no pastry meltdown. Second time's a charm it seems. Huzzah (followed by an imaginary cartwheel)!
Mango taco salad +Anthropologie+Magnolia Cupcakes for afternoon delight+Helmets and Segways+bruised arm+Walgreens hunting+late night heart-to-hearts+blue eyeliner+non-stop fragrance sampling+Sarah's brownies+Powder room @ The Drake+subway mad-dashing+silly giggling+ Walking for three hours for the love of food+slumped out at Macys because of the love of food+ "Almost" celebrity sighting+endless picture-taking+creased paper maps+Buca di Peppo group portrait+many minutes spent in awe of Buca di Peppo group portrait+wildberry preserve+delayed flights+wrong terminals+nonni's biscotti+many,many hugs=Weekend of indulgent eating with the chickadees (Gigi,Cookie and ST). You made me beam!
On an unrelated topic we're commemorating hot days, abundance of summer fruit, beach fun, cute tees, cold lemonade and sandals, a.k.a "the arrival of the summer" with a luscious and sweet strawberry galette.
The aroma from baskets of ripe, succulent strawberries has rendered this girl a little light-headed and giggly right there in front of all the normal shoppers at the grocery store.
I am experiencing a strawberry-smitten summer, y'all.
And in case you were wondering, there was no pastry meltdown. Second time's a charm it seems. Huzzah (followed by an imaginary cartwheel)!
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