Monday, May 28, 2012

Just the Little Things

Here are some things I've been finding making me happy lately:

 Blue hawaii water ice 
Betty Boop inspired pillow

Buckets full of assorted and colorful candy

50's, 60's, and 70's inspired candy boxes

A beautiful ocean view on a some-what cloudy yet peacefully enjoyable day

A 'beach bums' sign that is the perfect way to start the summer- let the festivities begin!

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Raoul's


The other night I went to Raoul's  and got the best profiteroles. Spun sugar was delicately and deliciously placed around these profiteroles. Other than giving the puff pastry with vanilla ice cream and chocolate sauce, an even more beautiful appearance, it also gave it an even more sugary texture and taste. Yum!

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Miss Understanding

This is a play I wrote and it was produced at the 45th Street Theater Off Broadway. 

Monday, May 7, 2012

Mathilde


Mathilde:


Mathilde wasn’t the average 19 year old young adult. That being said, she appeared average from the outside. Her straight brown hair grew limply down her back at a slow and steady rate. She wore neutral colors- beige and brown because they looked good on her. She posessed monotonous gray eyes the color of thunderclouds before a heavy rain. Usually blunt and expressionless. She had nice chalky teeth and lips pigmented vermilion. Her skin was pale without a sign of imperfection. Now Mathilde had been exposed to excitement in her life. A sister’s wedding, a family vacation in the Bahamas, class president for 2 years in a row, but never had she experienced something where the pitter-patter of rain doesn’t always beat down at the exact same time of day or something different than her usual 9 to 5 days at work. Even her love life wasn’t very romantic. Her college classes were boring her and she thought college was supposed to be wild and romantic. Was she struggling in college? Barely. She wasn’t poor, but she wasn’t rich either. She was just in between. Which is how everything seemed to be with her- neutral, in the middle, in between, not this or that. AVERAGE. And to be honest with herself, she was bored. She had always been a good girl with little sneaking bits of bad. Like a child peaking over the edge of her covers. Average in that way too. Average in every way. And that’s what bothered her. One night after an average dinner with her average parents, she took off. Leaving both her cat and her house keys under her doormat. (Well, she didn’t necessarily leave the cat under the doormat.) She departed in a not-so-average or explainable way. She carried one orange backpack about yea big and yea wide just big enough to fit under an airplane seat. Later that night she arrived at some street on the corner of another street and an avenue. You know? Now she had never been in this part of town before, most commonly known as Soho. Being a girl raised in the common realm of safe, she was scared. How else was she supposed to react in the not so safe part of Soho at 11 at night? Then something clicked inside of her, much like a light switch or a bottle cap. Expecting trouble when she walked into a close by building, she opened her eyes wide and put her hands on her hips. And on realizing it was it was an old thrift shop, she shouted out in her least menacing voice. "Hello?" Out from the counter emerged a pale figure with light blonde hair dyed pink at the ends.

The lady gave Mathilde a glare and with a swipe of her forehead she replied, "May I help you?"

"Sorry no thanks, I just wanted to see if anyone was even in here and..." Mathilde trailed off. The lady gave a low grunt and went back to reading her book. Mathilde walked down to the end of the row of clothes. Until now she hadn't realized the smell of cigarettes and flowery perfume and it hit her like a bowling ball. (If you can imagine a 19 year old girl being hit by a bowling ball in the middle of a thrift shop in Soho.) It was sickening. As the minutes passed by she got used to it. That night she just went crazy, as it got later into the night, the music just got louder. The smells, well, they just got stronger. Before she knew it she was bouncing around the town, which now felt like her home. She danced with people, she drank, she shopped, and then she danced more. Before she knew it, morning had arrived and she was still awake. That day she did the same thing, she shopped more- though most of her money was out, but she didn’t really care anymore. One thing caught her eye in a little dinky shop. She walked in mostly to get a break from the heat, but while circling around the musty racks something actually did find her. One blue heel was poking out from a shiny spandex pant leg. I need a pair of heels, she thought as she looked down at her army green converse that were splattered with orange fluid. It didn’t look pleasant. Just two months ago she picked out her jeans and shirt. Her jeans were plain black and her shirt was white cable knitted. Her drab hair was back back in a high ponytail. Ew. How she even learned to deal with herself, she didn’t know. She yanked the deep blue heel out of the stash of clothes and other things. She was pretty sure she felt something scatter over her hand. It has just been a long night, she thought with a shake of her head. As it happily turned out the heel was intact and seconds later the matching pair popped up. (Well, they didn’t literally pop up-- talk about a rodent problem.) She sat down against a pile of old records and examined them. They had white stripes around the edges and an anchor was, well, anchored (sorry, I just couldn’t help myself) in the middle of a red bow. They were adorable, and, wait for it, she slipped the shoe on, they fit perfectly! She stuck her leg out and admired it, wow, these make my legs look nice, she thought. She kept admiring herself, but eventually got up because a mysterious liquid was seeping from a nearby wall. She walked in them, it was easier than she thought it would be, partially because there was a wedge. She bought them. Expecting them to be expensive she pulled out a 20 and a 10 dollar bill, but the drunken lady at the counter only took about 12 dollars. Wow, cheap, she thought.

The next day, well...




See that girl at the airport desk over there? She’s ordering a ticket, to somewhere. She isn’t sure where and nor am I. Soon she’ll find out. She took her middle finger and with it traced down a list on a clipboard propped in front of her. She slowly read all the options, taking her time, and not observing the long line behind her. Then she closed her eyes tight, brought her finger to the top and started down the list again. She stopped seconds later, opened her eyes, looked down at her finger and smiled. She showed the name that she had chosen to the exhausted lady at the counter. The lady gladly smiled, apparently happy this outlandish girl had finally chosen her destination. She handed the indecisive traveler her ticket and moved on to the next customer. The tan young woman had picked her destination. This 19 year old had maroon hair, medium length but still on the short side. She wore purple and blue feather earrings dangling from her earlobes. She had heavy makeup on, consisting of sparkly blue eyeshadow, heavy blue eyeliner, and thick waterproof mascara. Her cheeks were bright pink and her lips were a flattering shade of dark purple. She had a cross hanging from a chain as a necklace. Her fashionably baggy pants hung low at her waist. She wore a tight white tank top, revealing her belly button and tattoo. This tattoo was of a shoe and could be easily seen on her lower back. The shoe was what looked to be a high heel, just like the ones on her feet. Her shoes were blue with a white rim around the sides and a red anchor perched in the middle of a bow. While some might think this outfit looks horribly unfashionable, it didn’t. This girl picked up her orange backpack and pranced onto the plane in her high heels. When in her seat she took off her shoes and set them underneath her. She then positioned her backpack under the seat in front of her. Luckily it was just the right size to fit under an airplane seat.

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

A Little Healthy Salad

A big handful of Arugula lettuce
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A pinch of salt (just a little or technically it would be UNhealthy) 
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And a (moderately) large drizzle of olive oil!
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A delicious, healthy, and easy salad!