#BookADay – The Thoughts

I read a book a day, (almost) every day this summer.  And I Instagrammed a lot of pictures of my endeavor.

So many of my friends have asked me what I recommend, and what they should read, but you know what?  I didn’t truly love a single book.  They all fall squarely in my “liked it, didn’t love it” category.  Most were good, but save for a couple, none were great.  But I did take three things away from the whole shebang.


1.  When someone asks the question, “Oh, have you read The New Emily Giffin book/The Selection Series//The Opposite of Loneliness?” I can safely respond, “Yes!”

2.  Reading is something worth prioritizing.  Sure, I read a ton in the summer because I have the time, but pledging to read a book a day motivated me and kept me turning pages when I could have been changing channels.  Now that I’ve declared my challenge over, I am already slipping back into binge watching way too much TV (hello, Scandal), and I haven’t picked up a book in a couple of days.

3.  There is value in reading (some) books quickly.  I started a couple meaty novels that I never finished.  Five years ago that would have driven me crazy, but it doesn’t bother me now.  I will pick them up again in the fall or winter when I’m in the mood for books to “destroy myself” (Thanks for the term, Joy).  But that’s not really my speed in the summer.  Breezing through the latest chick lit with my toes in the sand has a place in my life.

All that said dear readers, I don’t have too much to recommend to you.  What I loved the most was Molly Wizenberg’s Delancey, which surprised me because I wasn’t wild about her first book.  I also enjoyed I Don’t Care if We Never Get Back, by Ben Blatt and Eric Brewster, and The Selection Series by Kiera Cass (though yes, the last book seemed to drag on).  And The Opposite of Loneliness fascinated me because of the unique circumstances under which it was published.  I’d recommend, even though some of the pieces didn’t grab me the way others did.


#BookADay – The Books

Thoughts to follow

the one and only.

i don't care if we never get back.

save the date.

the one.

three times lucky.


minnie mcclary.



lizzie bright.

nantucket red.

then came you.

rebel belle.

meaning of maggie.

year of no sugar.

wawa way.

i kill the mockingbird.

sag harbor.


mr. lemoncello.

the opposite of loneliness.

Not pictured:  Gilead, by Marilynne Robinson; It’s Not Summer Without You, by Jenny Han, We’ll Always Have Summer, by Jenny Han; Room 214, A Year in Poems, by Helen Frost; Love Aubrey, by Suzanne LaFleur; A Tangle of Knots, by Lisa Graff; Nantucket Blue, by Leila Howland; Girl at the End of the World, by Elizabeth Esther; Delancey, by Molly Wizenberg; Marcelo in the Real World, by Francisco Stork; Anna and the French Kiss, by Stephanie Perkins; To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before, by Jenny Han; Growing Up Duggar, by 4 of the Duggar 19; The Uncoupling, by Meg Wolitzer; I Forgot to Remember, by Su Meck; Chestnut Street, by Maeve Binchy; West of the Moon, by Margi Preus; Save the Date, by Mary Kay Andrews; Revolution, by Deborah Wiles; Counting by 7s, by Holly Goldberg Sloan


Before the Summer Slips Away {marinated tomato bruschetta}

If you made a list of everything I’ve done this summer, in order of frequency, cooking would fall lower than just about anything else.  I have not cooked anything.  ANYTHING.  A large part of this truth is because we bought a house and I immediately jumped into action, using up everything that was already in our fridge and freezer, throwing out the remains of sauces and mixes saved up (and expired anyway) over the years, and running things off to storage, or to my in-laws, where my husband and I will be residing until the next, approximately, forever.  Cooking was, for once, the last thing on my mind.

marinated tomatoes.

And the other reason I haven’t been playing in the kitchen as much is the same reason I cite every summer.  There’s not much that needs doing in the kitchen.  Take these marinated tomatoes.  Slice up some tomatoes (I recommend home grown–these were gifted to me by a friend with a garden), and let them hang out with garlic, olive oil, and basil for a few hours, and heap them onto toasted bread.  That’s “cooking” in the summer.  And nothing tastes better.

marinated tomato bruschetta.

To make a baguette’s worth of marinated tomato bruschetta, you will need:


  • 4 medium or 3 large heirloom tomatoes, seeded and chopped into bite sized pieces.
  • 3 cloves garlic, minced, plus two cloves, peeled
  • large bunch of basil, roughly chopped
  • 1/2 cup olive oil
  • 1 tsp salt
  • 1/2 tsp crushed red pepper flakes
  • 1/2 tsp freshly ground pepper
  • one baguette

Combine all ingredients except peeled garlic cloves and bread in a bowl.  Set on the counter at room temperature for 4 hours (though you could get away with less; whatever, it’s summer, it will still work).  When ready to eat, slice baguette into three-quarter-inch-thick slices.  Chop the tip off each peeled clove, and give each slice of bread a good swipe.  The oil will seep into the bread and I promise goodness will ensue.  Toast or grill your slices, and then pile high with the tomato mixture.



If we’re friends over on Instagram, you may have already seen this hashtag.  If I’m lucky, it’s on the witty side, and if not, at least it’s truthful.  And then we bought a house.  We didn’t really look for a house.  I mean, sure, we had to have looked because clearly, we found one, but we sort of stumbled into this one.  You know, the way you can stumble into a purchase that’s hundreds of thousands of dollars.  Please enjoy a (slightly edited) version of an email I shared with Cari Faye that tells the story of this charming (or, soon-to-be-charming) pile of bricks.

wednesday white perfection

We were sort of not looking but looking (ohhhhh that’s like when people say they’re not trying to have a kid but not NOT trying, which drives me crazy), which I think you know.  Basically, we like where we are, but a couple of townhouses in our development have sold in one weekend, so we figured it would be worth looking into what’s on the market, assuming that we could unload our place fairly quickly.


We looked at one place in mid-June and ended up not putting in an offer because we didn’t want to go very far over asking, and we knew it already had offers with escalating clauses (Hi, we just found out it went for $60,000 over asking!!!!!).  We also learned that when you’re trying to buy a house in this neighborhood, you have to bring in your inspector when you first look at it because everyone does that and then waives the inspection contingency in their offer, because everyone here is even more Type-A crazy than me, which is a lot.  So we backed off that, didn’t end up putting in an offer, but learned stuff and started getting mortgage approval/paperwork together kind of thing.  We had “the talk” to end all talks after seeing the house for a second time, in which I told my husband that if he got his promotion, I would work harder at learning to like DC.  Spoiler alert:  He got it.


Then he’s looking on his phone the other night and we see this place come up for like no money in the neighborhood where I work (no money; yeah right).  There are only pictures of the front, but sometimes that happens with brand new listings, and then they do the interior pictures in the next day or two, so I didn’t think much of it.  But my husband starts reading the description and it’s like, “owner is having trouble getting belongings moved out so no inside pictures…..when you see the house, owner may not be able to leave…..please keep the cat inside….”  And I’m like, “OMG, IT’S A HOARDER HOUSE.”

So we emailed our realtor and we were like ummmmmmmm. But really we were like, if we got this, we could renovate right away and probably (knock wood) end up paying less than if we bought a more “finished” house in the same neighborhood.  So she took us to see it yesterday.  I was terrified, but my husband was up for anything.

It was exactly what I thought it would be.

Colonial-Style Homes

We didn’t see any mice or mouse poop, but I also didn’t look that hard.  Like, it was cluttered, but aside from the kitchen I wouldn’t say it was filthy, you know?  My husband got totally overwhelmed, but he is actually super into the idea of this house….probably more than me.  The inspector (GREAT guy–love him) said that the bones have been well-maintained.  AC and water heater aren’t ancient, roof in good shape, etc.

And now here we are, submitting an offer tonight.  If we do get it, it could really work out.  We’d get our house on the market hopefully before school starts, and then move in with the in-laws, who have a full bedroom and bathroom to spare.  They also might travel for a couple months again, so we could take care of things while they’re away.  We’d do a HUGE renovation on the new place, the benefits being that we can finish things the way we want, and also since we’re coming into the neighborhood at a lower price point, our mortgage actually wouldn’t change too much from what it is now.

I’ll keep you posted.

So you already know how this ends.  13 offers later, ours was accepted.  Which I remind my husband simply means we’re the only idiots who wanted this bad enough to get them to sell it to us.  We are headed to my in-laws while our current house is on the market, and then we’ll both be working full time by day, and dreaming of tiles and paint colors, and where to put walls by night.  When we can sleep at all.  Wish us luck, dear readers.

Images:  1//2//3//4


Dear readers, life right now is absolutely, completely, and totally crazy.  It’s full of ups and downs and SO MANY FEELINGS.  The best way I can think to update you is to jump in with one of Pip’s comprehensive lists.

on the beach.

Making : plans for the beach next year!
Cooking : but not really.  More like assembling summer sides that go with meat from the grill.
Drinking : Tom Collins!  New to me and the drink of my summer vacation.
Reading: a book a day, though not really loving any of them yet.
Wanting : for the fall to proceed with as few bumps in the road as possible.
Looking : for a new book I’ll love.  Suggestions?
Playing : podcast after podcast after podcast on my road trips to and from the beach.
Deciding : that taking this summer completely off was the best decision I could have made.
Wishing : that manicures never chipped.
Enjoying : daily walks with new playlists.
Waiting : for a whole bunch of paperwork to clear, only to start in on the next round of paperwork.
Liking : the new (drugstore!) makeup I bought in a pinch one morning this summer.
Wondering : just how much butt my team can kick at work this year.
Loving : friends I’ve known forever.
Pondering : the (school) year ahead.
Considering : putting together a bunch more photobooks of some recent adventures.
Watching : Scandal.
Hoping : I don’t miss anything I’ve put away in storage, so I can donate it all in the end.
Marveling : at a 30th birthday cake to remember from two of the most wonderful friends.
Needing : to get back to my sugar detox.  It took an unexpected hiatus when we started dining with friends each night.
Smelling : clothes dried outside on the line.  Heavenly.
Wearing : stretchy pants, because I’ve been on vacation for quite some time.
Following : actually unfollowing a whole bunch of people on Instagram, Twitter, and Feedly.
Noticing : that things tend to happen a lot faster when you’re under a strict deadline.
Knowing : I cannot be the flight attendant for the planet (thank you again, Shauna)
Thinking : that days spent watching Netflix more than you thought possible aren’t bad days.
Feeling : not very much at all about having turned 30, which surprises me.
Admiring : people who keep a positive attitude going more often than not.
Sorting : through years and years of accumulated junk. (#AndThenWeBoughtAHouse)
Buying : (see above)
Getting : a couple pillows custom made from Wooden Nickels’ Etsy shop.
Bookmarking : (Pinning?) interiors I love.
Disliking : that when life comes with a bunch of ups, there will always be some downs mixed in too.
Opening : suitcases, again and again.
Giggling : over the littlest member of our beach crew and his antics.
Feeling : ready to get back to work.  Shocking even myself with this one.
Snacking : on Cheez-It Double Cheese Snack Mix.  My new neon orange food of choice.
Coveting : The Penguin Classics designed by Coralie Bickford Smith, forever and always.
Wishing : I could be in more than one place at once.
Helping : make dessert for a couple upcoming fetes.
Hearing : the waves outside my window as I fall asleep.

If I Were To Post Right Now

It would look something like this:


Until then, please enjoy this picture of something that’s helping me cope:


Back soon with more words, pictures and ALL THE FEELINGS!