There's something else that I love that goes along with a handwritten note and that's the envelope. And the return address stamper. While the handwriting inside is a gift (in both the time it took for the sender to scribe and mail) but the envelope is a PRESENT. And presents that are prettily wrapped are that much more fun to open. (The bow on the framed name-plaque given to us for our wedding from Mr. & Mrs. Payne still takes the cake.) From engagement gifts to ones of the housewarming persuasion, the return address stamper has become a go-to in that department. It's like bestowing a personalized ribbon but for their cards. To get one for yourself or others, check out the darling store on Etsy, MyClearStamps. Mary is a sweetheart...always providing prompt proofing and quick messages to the buyer and with an endless display of stylizing choices for your stamper! Enjoy!
I've been known to say over and over again, that there is nothing better in this world than a hand written letter. Crafting and receiving...both are slices of goodness in my book. And I know many of you would agree....the time set aside to personally thank a friend or simiply check in on life...the script that matches the person uniquely, that in it of itself garners an ear to ear grin.
There's something else that I love that goes along with a handwritten note and that's the envelope. And the return address stamper. While the handwriting inside is a gift (in both the time it took for the sender to scribe and mail) but the envelope is a PRESENT. And presents that are prettily wrapped are that much more fun to open. (The bow on the framed name-plaque given to us for our wedding from Mr. & Mrs. Payne still takes the cake.) From engagement gifts to ones of the housewarming persuasion, the return address stamper has become a go-to in that department. It's like bestowing a personalized ribbon but for their cards. To get one for yourself or others, check out the darling store on Etsy, MyClearStamps. Mary is a sweetheart...always providing prompt proofing and quick messages to the buyer and with an endless display of stylizing choices for your stamper! Enjoy!
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If I could start my week off with one comment it would simply be, why have I not found or incorporated this punctuation into my writing, life, letters, etc, more often? Exclamation Comma: just because you're excited about something doesn't mean you have to end the sentence. (via: buzzfeed). GENIUS.
Weekend's always seem longer when there's something special on the calendar for a Friday night. In fact, it's like a gifted addional few hours in the day (or it certainly feet that way.) The week was a short one for us since returning from Utah on Wednesday afternoon. A dinner date that's been on the books for almost 2 months now to one of those elusive out of the city places (in Sleepy Hollow ---spooky!---no less). The most farm to table of all farm to table restaurants. No scratch that, this is no restaurant. This is an *experience. From start to finish, our evening with the Keighreys at Stone Barns was unreal. Think gazpacho shooters that smelled of a heavy stout yet was sweet mushroom in flavor. Mini vegetables served on a nails forming a midget fence of sorts. Fois gras and dark chocolate sandwiches. A tree of salted, dried kale. A bevy of palate cleansers that were just as delicious as the speck and steak de parsnip. Every course different for each table of guests. Perfectly timed wait staff delivering these amazing delicasies to the table. Four hours that just flew by in a snap. Dare I say.... the table having the most fun and group laughter of anyone else in attendance. A night that was simply a TREAT. Thanks J & M....you guys are the best. There's nothing (nothing) to me like the outdoors to free my mind and allow balance to take over. (Maybe the mind freeing has something to do with the altitude? I kid. But seriously, the thin air does a doozy on my bod that first day.) While 10/11 housemates enjoyed the slopes for Saturday and Sunday, I kickstarted the trip with my own yoga in the bedroom overlooking the Canyons. And then I plopped myself down on the bed. Silence in this grand house in the mountains. I took it all in. Silence like that is a gift. And then off I went....to take some time in town with a side of people watching which allowed me to soar through a new book (details to come) with both a house brew, buffulo burger + coffee. Odd combo, I know. Evening set in, hot-tub action and the 30th birthday-ing celebrations continued for Lee. But not before some laugter-inducing drama with the taxi van. High West Distillery dinner with the gang. Of all the pretzels in all the world, this one takes the cake. Sunday didnt feel like Sunday out west. I ventured to Park City Yoga for an all levels hatha class and after those 75min I was even more alive. Even more...even paced. I had all intentions to indulge in the Stein Erikson's spa/water lounge that afternoon but I left PCYoga with such a light heart, I didnt think any more marginal relaxation would get me to a better place than I was in that instant. So I drove home, I dusted off the winter gear, and took a snow walk. A winding path led me to an edge where some snowshoe tracks had been made. Barrier jumped and in I sunk, knee deep in the powder. Immediatly, I was a small kid again, trudging through the dusty snow path, on an little adventure to...well, nowhere really. The aspen trees have eyes, you know. They do! Pizza and beers gave us sleepy eyes which lead to an early Monday morning where snowshoeing was the adventure at hand. I love how the world works, granting us with a guide full of energy and life (a Morman-man, nicest most pleasant soul in Utah I would bet.) 5 miles of trails, sceneic overlooks, and time together. "Today is a 2012 favorite!", I proclaimed mid hike. It certainly was. I love how solid a sandwich tastes after an exhaustive day in the wilderness. Mmmm, it hit the spot. You know what else hit the spot, Red Iguana. Confused and albiet a bit miffed about a drive back to Salt Lake City from our cozy abode....this restaurant hit it out of the park. Dare I say the best most authentic "dirty" mexican food I have ever had. Bourdain's name is written all over this place. The cucumber margarita was spot flipping on to boot. And then....then Tuesday, we vegged. We perused Main Street (oh hello, LAFco candles, you are my new favs) and enjoyed Back Door Deli sammies, which we've waited for all year long. Hot chocolate and double jumbo marshmellows. Country music and winding roads. Smart wool socks and curling up on the couch. Park City, Utah 2012. One solid trip :) PS: two good laughs in the videos below. Lee & Jeff's snowshoe race failure ....and Chris finally getting the van taxi out of the ice and snow covered driveway. (had to be there?) Part 2 in the escape NYC series: yoga in the mountains is a dose of amazing. Park City Yoga Studio...you just hung my "today's a good day" sign on this spectaular, snowy and sunny Sunday. Day 1. Me, a new book on the Kindle, No Name Salon buffalo burger, people watching, and taking it all in while the crew hits the slopes. Sometimes, you never realize how much you need to escape the city until you leave and everything about you breathes in yes & thank you. A city guy with an outdoorsy heart. Life of the party and my loving companion. Quite simply, the best husband there is. Happy Birthday babe!
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