the fact that this excites me is proof that i’m a nerd.
Moving into the neighborhood! #LES #NYC instagr.am/p/awGgI/
— Emily Schildt (@emilyschildt) December 22, 2011
the fact that this excites me is proof that i’m a nerd.
Moving into the neighborhood! #LES #NYC instagr.am/p/awGgI/
— Emily Schildt (@emilyschildt) December 22, 2011
my new icelandic friends-
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=KNE8jUVboT4#!
thanks for sharing this, sister!
what i wouldn’t give to be a fly on the wall at the bar bar apartment…
dear friends and neighbors,
while we appreciate the efforts of your labor and the wonderful display of your baking talents, please stop sending your holiday cookies our way. there are too many pairs of skinnies in Emily’s closet.
…make that closetS.
thank you.
As I pulled my can of pumpkin puree off the shelf, in the company of the Turkey Day masses, I couldn’t help but think about the true mission of tomorrow’s holiday. Arguably, it’s not about pumpkin pie. In fact, the pilgrims were without sugar and wheat flour, so I’m pretty sure they missed the Mayflower on that one. But rather,
thanksgiving. giving thanks. thankfulness.
These aren’t acts that come easily. My daily thoughts are devoid of what I’m thankful for, and full of what I’m without.
An account of wants and shortcomings occurs on any standard stroll about my neighborhood.
leather pants.
high-heeled boots.
a group of friends for brunch-ing.
$$$$.
a dog.
thinner legs.
an edgy haircut.
someone to hold hands with.
a partner. a child.
In the spirit of this holiday and my recent revelation, I’d like to account for all that I am appreciative of. Because really, dear subconscious, it’s quite a lot.
family. friendship. acquaintances.
a gift of the gab.
wonder. inspiration.
independence.
a 400 sq ft share of Manhattan.
travel.
creativity. culinary intrigue. a challenging job.
fall.
music.
macarons.
a shoe collection rivaling Imelda Marcos.
risk. adventure. opportunity.
future.
possibility.
I’m only 24 (often feeling like 34), so I have the fortune of being unaware of where life will take me. But every so often, I should remember to adjust my focus to the past, and what life has already given me. An abundance.