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happyweekendso, as is the theme in pretty much every blog post/facebook post/tweet i’ve read today, labor day weekend is here and HOLY SHIT HOW IS LABOR DAY WEEKEND HERE?! i am usually not really a fan of summer, but even i am slightly sad that the scorching season is done. this summer flew by; it seems like just a week or so ago i was pulling my maxi dresses to the front of the closet and scoping out shoe stores for a few new pairs of sandals. time flies when you’ve got summer fridays, i guess. i’ve got one last beach day scheduled for tomorrow, and then it’s back to the grind. no more early fridays, back to 6pm soul with my girl krista, and back to weekends that aren’t peppered with sand and hot sunshine. to be honest, i’m a bit excited for fall. and by that i mean, it’s my absolute favorite season of all, and i can’t wait to pull out my cozy sweaters and big scarves and just be one big ball o’ COZINESS. with apple cider, of course.

there’s something about september that encourages you to push the reset button, and i intend to use this next month to do just that: get back into my routine, but in a way that feels natural and relaxed, not frantic and full of fear. this summer was wonderful, but i feel like i spent it running around, trying to squeeze everything in, worried i’d miss out on something. what that something was, i don’t really know. but i’ve got very few plans this weekend, and i’m quite happy about that. i’ve been away more days than i’ve been home in august, and i’m excited to do super-boring things like wash my couch covers, get my nails done, go to soul cycle, cuddle with penny, and whip up some new recipes. #grandmastatus

i hope that whatever you’re doing this weekend – however you’re ending summer and pushing reset – you have a wonderful time.

now, for the things i loved this week: 

the one word that comes up in women’s performance reviews (but not men’s). a good (albeit slightly depressing) read.

a dream home in sag harbor. this “cottage” is so pretty – i’d move in immediately.

speaking of moving in, i want my imaginary boyfriend to take me on a romantic weekend to the cape, and i want to stay here. 

my new favorite read. so much pretty here!

i was obsessed with taylor’s apartment when it was originally featured on design*sponge a few months back, and i’m even more obsessed with the before and after shots. proof that you can take a shithole and turn it into something beautiful so long as you’ve got good bones. side note: the idea of painting my kitchen cabinets and putting up backsplash makes me nervous – but maybe that’s just because i’ve always had “big bad corporate” landlords and not small town crown heights ones.

i just finished this book, and L-O-V-E-D it. i haven’t read a book that’s stuck with me like this one did in quite some time (the last book i loved this much was cheryl strayed’s “tiny beautiful things“)

happyweekendoh my god, you guys, we made it! it’s FINALLY friday, and amazingly, it’s also august 1st. when did THAT happen? i’m not exactly summer’s biggest fan, but i have to admit, june and july were pretty darn good this year. new york has been mercifully spared the sort of humid, sweaty days we’re usually doled out during the summer months, and instead, we’ve gotten lots of sunshine, plenty of low humidity, and some seriously incredible beach days. i’ve got a really wonderful august coming up, so i can’t really complain that we’re more than halfway through the sunshine season. next weekend, i head to the beautiful beaches of rhode island for a family vacation, and i’ll be gone through wednesday. a nice little break, with lots of ice cream eating and suntanning to be done. then i’m back at work for two days before heading out to montauk for the first time. back to work for another week, and then off to the dirty jerz, where friends and i have rented a gorgeous victorian for a long weekend of debauchery and relaxation in good ol’ asbury park.

and then, just like that, it’ll be labor day, and boom, summer’s basically over. time flies when you’re tan and happy!

on a less jubilant note, i’ve been dealing with some annoying things on the job front (freelance, not day job), and i’ve been trying my very best not to let that ish get me down, and to be the better person, but mostly, i’ve been feeling like this. i’m attempting to remember that money is just money, a job is just a job, and i don’t need either as much as i need respect.

so, now, back to the regularly scheduled programming. here’s some some stuff i liked on the interwebs this week:

on over-scheduling, and the invasion of busy.  louis ck said it best here.

this story of amazing customer service by warby parker made me smile. there are still good eggs out there, and good companies, too.

into the woods is going to be SO.FREAKING.GOOD. christmas day can’t come soon enough.

and, speaking of movies, how excited are we for gone girl?! one of my favorite reads over the past few years. (speaking of reading, check out my summer reading reccos here). the movie poster leaves a bit to be desired, no?

i want to live in this montauk beach house.

misty copeland’s underarmour ad is amazing. seriously, her bod. i can’t even deal! and also, this spot, in general – spots like this are the reason i wanted to work in advertising in the first place.

an interesting read on pushing yourself to the limit – does exercise have to hurt to work? i vote no, personally. or at least, not hurt hurt.

ps: fun things to shop for this week, including perfume that smells like a day at the beach.

jpegthis past weekend, i went home to see my family, and as jewish families do (see: trailer for the film below), we got into it at dinner one night. you know, guilt tripping, a little bit of crying, a little bit of yelling. we love each other dearly, but sometimes (again, see: trailer for the film below), we work through our issues by shouting at each other, or taking little digs at one another, or just plain crying at the dinner table. what can i say? it’s how i grew up, and it’s all i know. during our little session of somewhat-shouting-somewhat-crying-everyone-annoyed-and-a-little-bit-sad, my mother offered up this little gem of wisdom about my somewhat miserable childhood: sarah never had a lot of friends growing up! so she got lost in books instead.

and rather than defend myself, i just nodded, and agreed. because, well, it was true. i was an overly sensitive child prone to calling up my friends in first grade and telling them that they’d hurt my feelings by not sitting with me at the lunch table. and you know what? first graders don’t give two shits about hurting anyone’s feelings. they barely know what feelings are. and you know what else? if they wouldn’t sit with me at the lunch table, then they weren’t really my friends – but it took me a long time to figure that one out.

but i digress. the main point here is that as a child (and really, up until now, or, okay, still now, even as a grown woman), books were my escape. they gave me the friends i couldn’t find in the real world. they gave me the courage i didn’t have as a shy child who might as well have had doormat stamped across her forehead. they gave me the vocabulary that won me the third grade spelling bee, much to my male opponent’s chagrin. they gave me adventures i couldn’t very well take on my own in my bedroom. they gave me an imagination bigger than the one i was given, and most importantly, they taught me how to write.

they taught me that i wanted to write. it took me a long time to figure out who i was in the world (and if we’re being honest, i’m still figuring it out), but i have always, always, known that i wanted to write. one might think that as i grew more confident, and figured out how to pick up on social cues, and how not to get my heart stomped on, and how to go out and have fun, i would have left my books and my voracious reading habit behind. but one would be wrong. if anything, i read more now than i did as a kid. even in college, while everyone else complained that they had so much required reading they couldn’t bear to pick up a novel, i read. and now that i live in new york, and commute each and every day, i read even more. i read on my way to bar method in the mornings. i read while i walk down the street (annoying, i know). i read in the elevator, on the subway, on the bus. i read while i wait for the dentist to call me into the exam room. i read everywhere. generally, depending on what i’m reading, i go through about a book a week.

right now, though, i’m reading donna tartt’s the goldfinch and man, is it slow going.

one of my absolute favorite books i’ve read in the past few years is jonathan tropper’s this is where i leave youit’s the story of a group of adult siblings, each one with their own baggage and bullshit, who come home to sit shiva for 7 days following their father’s death. i won’t give away more than that, partially because the trailer below will do the story justice (as the best book to movie transformations do), and partially because i am telling you, you should read this book. this book made me laugh. it made me cry. it made me feel like my family wasn’t so crazy after all. after finishing it, i went on to read each and every one of tropper’s books (plan b is another favorite). when i heard they were turning this is where i leave you into a movie, i immediately called my friend sara (also known as my literary bff) and reported that we would be getting our asses to the theater on opening night. then the movie was delayed for a year or two, and i heard no word of it.

and all of a sudden, the film is made, and there’s a trailer to watch. and it’s as wonderfully funny and heartwarming and smart as i remember the novel being. see for yourself.