Monthly Archives: August 2013


i’ve been stocking up on fall goodies (a new vince sweater, two pairs of loafers, a bag for work) in hopes that the weather will turn cooler. no such luck; the past week or so has been hot as can be. today was particularly muggy in new york, and the city did that annoying thing where every other street smells like a particularly pungent mixture of urine and garbage. oh new york, how i despise your summer stench. but soon it will be fall, and all will be right in the world. and when autumn rolls around, i’m going to need some serious sartorial inspiration. cue the looks below.


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with a shoe.

meet the burberry prosum heart-printed ponyskin loafers. whewf, can you say that one ten times fast? i can’t. guess i’d better work on my diction.


at a staggering $495, these babies are way out of my price range. but here’s hoping they go on sale, or someone makes a knockoff (sorry, burberry, but women say crazy things when they’re in love).




guys, fall is just around the corner. i can feel it in the air. lately, when i walk to bar method in the early mornings, there’s that snappy, crisp, slight bit of chill surrounding me, calling me, telling me my favorite season is on the way. i couldn’t be more excited. this time of year, and the weeks forthcoming, always remind me of one of my favorite f. scott fitzgerald quotes.

in other news, the cooler air means shopping for cooler clothes – and i mean cooler both literally and figuratively. i love a good sundress as much as the next girl, but i’m much happier when i can layer. already, i’ve purchased two pencil skirts at j.crew, an oversized black vince v-neck sweater (on sale for just $99 at marshalls, hot diggity damn!), and a few more pairs of fall flats than i’d care to admit (gilt groupe, i love you). but that doesn’t mean i can’t keep cruising the internet for fall picks. below, a few pieces on my wishlist for fall. i think if i had to choose one to save up for, it might be that lauren merkin clutch. what a beautiful bag. though also, the alexander wang sale is next week…i really should save my pennies for that!

Fall Wishlist: Moody Grey
watch hill RI

downtown watch hill

i spent last weekend and the earlier part of this week in wakefield, RI on a beach trip with my family. we stayed in a quaint bed and breakfast that, while cute and romantic, wasn’t exactly my cup of tea. note to self: if you don’t like period pieces on TV, you probably don’t like them in hotels either. antiques are great, but not when they smell like your grandmother’s closet. next time, stay in somewhere with slightly more modern amenities.anywho – one slightly cloudy afternoon, after giving up on the beach and realizing the sun wasn’t going to make an appearance, we hopped in the car and headed over to watch hill. our goal? to see taylor swift’s newly purchased summer house, of course (i’m a diehard fan; my family just humors me). watch hill is about as quintessential new england as you can get, from the shingle-style mansions to the cute ice cream shop and preppy boutiques. quaint doesn’t even begin to cover it. 

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taylor swift’s watch hill estate

as it happens, you can walk down a street that runs directly down to the beach behind taylor swift’s gorgeous colonial, which affords a rather amazing view not just of the megastar’s home, but also of all the homes surrounding it. in between turning around to glimpse into taylor’s windows, i ate up the architecture in the surrounding houses, which were the sort of homes reserved for the ludicrously wealthy and impeccably dressed. while i couldn’t see inside any of the mansions we walked past, i’m pretty sure that if i could, they would have looked a lot like tom scheerer’s beach house, as seen here, in elements of style (and soon to be on newsstands in house beautiful‘s september issue). 


i mean, i want to live here. don’t you? the wallpaper gives me heart palpitations. the shingle-style exterior makes my cheeks flush. the crisp sea tones (god bless you, blue and white) carried throughout the home make the space feel open, airy, and inviting. bold yet traditional, this space is beach house perfection. 







le sigh. a girl can dream…


okay, i’ll admit it: j.crew is KILLING IT for fall. there’s some serious sartorial inspiration in their fall ’13 lookbook, captured below. i’m especially loving the look above – tall brown leather boots, a funky patterned dress that feels almost m.c. escher-like, and a chunky striped scarf wrapped all the way around. paired with a bright lip, you’ve got the perfect early fall look. add some black wool tights, and you’ve got a look that takes you into late november.

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periwinkle play
this past weekend, after a decidedly gluttonous brunch at the smith, i took a detour into ricky’s in hopes of finding the perfect hot pink polish for my toes. i found it in essie’s bottle service, and while browsing the fun summer shades, i also fell in love with a periwinkle shade: the sweetly-named lapiz of luxury. all week, while zoning out in meetings, i’ve been staring at my fingernails like a total ditz, falling in love with my nail color and wondering to myself why i don’t own more items in the blueish purple shade of periwinkle.
as a young girl, my bedroom was all periwinkle – white walls with periwinkle trim, a deep blue carpet that sank down softly beneath my feet when i sleepwalked by way to the bathroom in the middle of the night. then there was my delightfully girly laura ashley bedding, which was floral with hints of, you guessed it, periwinkle. i may have outgrown the ditsy florals and upgraded to white sheets that are slightly more sophisticated, but looking at the pieces above, i think my closet and periwinkle could be seriously good friends.

Lou Mora

{photo: lou mora}

the last time i took a vacation, a real vacation, was after i graduated college in 2008. i met my friend alex in barcelona, proceeded to have my first-ever panic attack (classy, sarah) (too many changes at once, i guess), and ended up only spending 3 days abroad before packing up and heading back home to regroup. since then, i’ve taken little trips, here and there – to florida for thanksgiving, home in the summers to see my family and eat too much herrell’s ice cream, to boston or san francisco. but a real, longer than a week vacation…that, i haven’t done in years.

this occurred to me yesterday as i was sitting at work, counting down the minutes until i leave for a long weekend in rhode island, feeling utterly burnt out and like the crevices of my mind were the edges of fraying sweater. for the past year, i’ve been regularly waking up at 6:30am to get to bar method by 7:15. i’ve been leaving work, for the most part, between 6:30 and 7, which means that, if i have no plans, i get home around 730. then i have to unpack my bag, repack for the next day, pick out my outfit, feed penny, make dinner…and by the time i’m sitting on my couch with a bowl of stir fry in hand, it’s somehow 9pm. and so while it’s by choice that i wake up bright and early, and work hard enough to be at the office late, lately, it’s been feeling like a lot. add onto that the fact that i freelance on the side, and that i’ve been promising myself that i’ll keep up this here blog, and that i mentor and i volunteer and i’ve been trying to exercise more and it just feels like life is so.damn.busy. and that’s not even including my somewhat meager social life!

people talk a lot about finding balance. about striking that perfect equilibrium between work and life and all the things in between. and you know what? it’s HARD. i do all the things i do because i like to do them – but when i write it all out, i do a lot. too much, maybe. i go to bar method 5, maybe 6 days a week. now i’m attempting to add 1-2 soul cycle rides to that schedule. i work approximately 9-7 each day, then i go home and do more (freelance) work. through my work with big brothers big sisters, i’m supposed to see my mentee every other weekend (this never happens). i try to volunteer every so often as a “floater” with kitty kind. i’m a part of not one, but two, book clubs.


and i love all these things. i’m obsessed with cats, i love to read, volunteering makes my heart feel bigger, my freelance work inspires me to push harder at my day job, and my blog keeps me sane.

but with all that, sometimes it feels like there’s very little room for me. not just room in terms of hours in the day, but in terms of space inside my brain, inside my heart. space for me to sit on my bed and read the elle that’s somehow been sitting on my dresser for 2 months now. space to eat gummy bears on the couch and watch a marathon of orange is the new black (which, let’s be real, is all i want to do right now). space to spend an evening browsing h&m, or pinning dream homes to pinterest.

my mother called last night on her way home from work. she was in the car, driving home from her office, at 9pm. and when the phone rang, i thought two things:

1) i’m watching pretty little liars and i’d like to screen this phone call

2) it’s 9pm and she’s just leaving work. what has the world come to?

my international friends always joke to me about how hard americans work. how we’re obsessed with being busy. how we don’t know how to relax.

and it’s true, isn’t it? it’s why i keep saying yes to book clubs, to volunteer gigs, to weekend trips and dinner dates and drinks – when all i really want to do is sit outside in the woods somewhere and read a book with a nice glass of white wine and my cat curled up at my feet.

i love this city, but sometimes i long for something simpler. i long for the kind of life where it’s not just accepted, but encouraged, to leave at 5pm each day. to go home and truly unplug, to revel in the making of homemade tomato sauce, bright red fruits bubbling up from the pan.

but then when i have that kind of life, even just a taste of it, i long for new york. for the fast pace, the crazy frenetic energy that makes me feel alive.

i guess what i need is balance. there it is again, that elusive beast.

in the spirit of the end of summer and hopefully soon, the beginning of my favorite season of all, i am going to try and find my balance – by doing the things that make me happy, by learning to say “no” sometimes, by not beating myself up for wanting to stay in and be alone with my thoughts on a saturday night. i need to learn to just be, and to be okay with that being.

i started finding my balance last night with a very simple step. at 5:15, i left the office. and i didn’t allow myself to feel guilty, to scold myself for leaving when others were still there. i just left. and i got on the subway down to chambers street, and stepped out onto the streets of tribeca and took a deep breath. and then i clicked into my bike at soul cycle, and for 45 minutes, i closed my eyes and rode along to the music, and i let my fears, and my worries, and my bad day dissipate into the steamy air around me. and when i was done, i took my sweaty self to whole foods, where i stocked up on good for the soul foods like tofu and fresh strawberries, shrimp and mixed greens. and then i hopped in a cab up the FDR and i stuck my head out the window and admired the view.

when i got home, i cooked myself a nice dinner. and i cuddled up on my couch with penny and watched pretty little liars and i didn’t turn on my phone, or my computer, once. i just let myself be.

and you know what? i slept better last night than i have in ages.

balance…i’m comin’ for you.