Thursday, July 12, 2012

Just me and the cat.

Yesterday, Kaitlin packed her sleeping bag and hit the road. This means the end of visitors week here in the East Village. So obviously, it's time to look back and reflect on the week that marked the halfway point of this incredible summer and the wonderful time I had with my also wonderful family.

Breakfast at Balthazar.



Georgetown cupcakes. 


We can't take her anywhere.


 Dinner with Natasha.



EGGS. BENEDICT.
You would not believe what I have to go through to get some eggs benny in this town.


Pretties.


The Met: Prada and Schiaparelli


Kaitlin's perfect man-- holding honeycomb and surrounded by lambs. 


Stepping into the 20th Century. 

El Antatsui, Clyfford Still, Franz Kline. Now you're speaking my language. 




Future SCAD students. (The boy second in from the right gets me every time)


Brooklyn Botanical Gardens.


Patrick Dougherty


The last dinner with mommers. 


Mast Bros. Chocolate in Brooklyn. A pilgrimage of destiny and necessity. 


Overwhelmed with the hand craftiness of it all. 


Headed to the park with Alyssa. 


Hunks of cheese, thinly sliced rosemary prosciutto, fresh bread, and cheap wine in Starbucks cups.  


Getting lost in the West Village (in the best possible way).  


And finishing out the trip with Kaitlin meeting the legendary Giulio.


It was so perfect having them visit at this particular time. I was so lucky to be able to speak out loud so many of the things that have only been rolling around in my head for the past few months. I miss you guys already!


Monday, July 9, 2012

They Came.


They saw. They conquered.

I have so much to tell you (and lots of pictures to show you!) about Mom and Kaitlin's visit since the last Wednesday. Mom left this morning, but I am very happy to say that Kaitlin is going to be here for a few more days.

I can't believe that I even have a schedule and a routine to go back to, but it seems that I am oddly anxious to get back to whatever semi-structured thing I've got going here.

In the meantime, here's to squeezing one more body into this closet of a room we've got here-- just me and Kaits. :) Let me emphasize again that this room is TI.NY. With a capital T. Like, real small. Like, I'm 5' 2" and I can't fit my whole body laying down from one side to the other. Small.


(Click on the picture to enlarge it)


(excuse the showery head)

Thursday, July 5, 2012

They're here!


I am out of my mind happy to be reunited with my mom and sister. There have already been so many lovely moments and so much good food and it's only day two! What!? The fun has just begun.

Anyway, it is HOT here and we are doing our very best not to just melt into a puddle on the sidewalk, buuut... It's just really really hot.

Thanks to everyone who has emailed me in response to my post earlier this week. Keep 'em coming!! I love hearing all of your opinions (and support)!!

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Oh and by the way...


HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY!

Got a little carried away and forgot that today is, in fact, a national holiday.

Enjoy the sunshine and some apple pie and be thankful for our priceless and wonderful freedom!

Stepping It Up.


One of the beautifully challenging parts of this summer is that it has really gotten me to pin point what it is I truly enjoy doing. What are the things that I have been telling myself I like and what are the things that, at the end of a long day, or on my time off I really want to spend time doing? Things like this become very apparent when you are completely alone and making these decisions for yourself with every single new day.

It's scary and intimidating to think that things you thought you loved may not fulfill you in the way that you had once thought they had. But what is also thrilling is seeing things that you didn't take too seriously really show themselves to be important and vital to your happiness.

I'm still in this process right now-- throwing away the old mold of me and getting the chance at a new chunk of marble to begin chipping away at. And let me tell you, it's completely wonderful and terrible and stressful and all consuming. The end product may end up exactly the same or, who knows? It may be a completely different piece when it's finished.

Let's talk blogging. It's crazy to think that this blog, in some form or another, has been around for three years now. Something that started out as a simple way to keep in contact with family and friends has slowly become a place of identity for me and one of the things that I truly do enjoy doing. And, as weird and small and insignificant as it if feels for me to say this, I believe that other people (the wonderfully limited number of loyal friends) enjoy it too.

The idea of promoting or speaking to other people about this blog has, in the past, been extremely hard for me and I felt that by telling people about my blog, it was inviting them into a world that I wasn't yet comfortable sharing. Whether that fear was because of the possibility of criticism or the implied accountability I was taking on for the things that I type here, I don't think I was ready or willing. I have been asked before what my blog is about. The simple, although sort of awkward answer is this: It's a blog completely about me. The thought of gaining readers or at least trying to gain readers on the concept of your own life just seemed/seems extremely ridiculous and self absorbed.

Yesterday, while playing around with the header, I was really thinking seriously about what I want this blog to be. Right now, it sort of feels like I'm at a plateau. This blog can either go on for however long blogs are going to be around and I can continue to write about what I write about and you, whoever you are out there, is going to read what I write and hopefully like it. Or it's time to try to make something out of this. To take the thing(s) that I truly do enjoy in my life and doing something with them.

And that scares me. Because I might try and fail. And I might try and get no more than one extra reader than I do now. And I might have to embarrass myself by putting myself out there and getting nothing in return.

But I feel like this summer is as good a time as any to be embarrassed about putting myself out there. I need to believe in my own potential. Something that history shows I am not too good at.

This declaration means a few things for the blog.

It means planning.
It means learning to take actual pictures with my actual camera.
It means responding to your comments after I read them.
It means quality control.
It means no more long ranting posts about how stressed I am.
Wait. I'm not even going to pretend to promise that.
It means less long ranting posts about how stressed I am.
It means proofreading!
And editing!
And proofreading again!
It means trying to get sponsors.
It means sprucing up the place a bit with some fancy new buttons.
It means promoting myself. Yuck. Gross. I cringe at the thought.
It means actually being a writing minor. Like actually doing it. Like taking writing classes.

But I want to try.

Why not, right?

Ok, but I need all of your help right now. I'm going to ask a huge favor of you all who read this blog-- whether it's been for a week or for every post for the last three years. I need to do a little research (as to what the heck to do next BECAUSE I REALLY HAVE NO IDEA!) and I would absolutely LOVE it if you could send me an e-mail with an answer to the following questions:

1. How did you hear about Bushka?
2. What made you start regularly reading this blog?
3. What is something that you like about this blog?
4. What are some things that bug you about it? (HONESTY, people. I promise, I won't cry)
5. What do you like reading about/ what don't you like to read about?
6. Do you think that this blog has the potential to gain more readers or is this just a moment of insanity from a girl that has been spending way too much time eating cupcakes alone recently?

My e-mail is jannep924@gmail.com.

Ok. Here we go. I'm nervous to post this. Step 1. It's happening. Click the button. Click it. Cliiiick it. Click it click it click it. Now. Post. It's just a blog. Click.

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

You like?


And since my hair won't grow fast enough for me to change anything today, I decided to change my blog layout instead!

What do we think?

(PS- How much cleaning do you think I've done today?)

I'm probably thinking about my hair.


If you're ever wondering what I'm thinking about at any given moment, let's be honest: I'm probably thinking about my hair.

I'm thinking about what it looks like now.
I'm thinking about what it looked like yesterday.
I'm thinking about what it looked like last year.
I'm thinking about what I want it to look like next year.
I'm thinking about whether or not it looks frizzy.
I'm thinking about whether or not it looks healthy.
I'm thinking about whether or not it looks good.
And, probably, most definitely, the main thing I'm thinking about is what you are thinking about my hair.

Some people may know that I have whole folder of pictures on my computer of things I want to do with my hair. Some of them (ahem) are never going to happen.

Recently, I've been considering my next move when it comes to my current hair. The two options are simple. I either:
A) keep on truckin' and trimmin' the Michelle Williams-ish 'do I got going now.
or
B) begin the looonng and painful process of growing out a pixie. (I've done it before and there is an inevitable mullet stage that was just not cute.)

I haven't decided yet. But I'll probably be thinking about it for the rest of the day.