Summer... And F. Scott Fitzgerald

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“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.” ― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

The Greatest... Ad

This is by far my favorite advertisement... because Muhammad Ali is The Greatest.

I've loved him since I was a little girl... so did my big sis. We would watch his old fights and documentaries over and over again together during rainy days in the summer. He was, and still is, our hero.

So Annie Leibovitz's photo of Ali with his adorable grandson, Curtis, is perfection. The Louis Vuitton is just a nice added touch.

Prippy Icon... Tina Weymouth - Talking Heads

For as long as I can remember, I've listened to the Talking Heads. They're one of my favorite bands... and I have a total crush on Tina Weymouth.



Here she is with Grand Master Flash in 1981.

Exuding cool... am I right?

Father's Day... New Dad Gift

With Father's Day coming this weekend, it has me thinking about all of my awesome guy friends who are first time dads... and my amazing bro in-law who is waiting for his second lil noodle to arrive in the fall.

It has been so much fun to see these guys transition into fatherhood. And they definitely deserve some love this Sunday.

My go-to gift is the Pig Island package from With Love, From Brooklyn.

Any present that involves spicy bacon caramel popcorn and bacon marmalade is sure to be a fan favorite!



I also think this fabulous Jonathan Adler "ganja" jar would be a cheeky hit for his dresser... stick a Grateful Dead mix inside for an extra surprise.

Makes you want some bacon caramel corn even more, no?

Prippy Art... William Eadon

These prints, by William Eadon, made me laugh.



They're available at my fave online art spot, Exhibition A, and reasonably priced.

UPDATE: Since some folks asked... I wanted to briefly describe the awesomeness that is Exhibition A. It is an online gallery featuring affordable prints of amazing works of art. I'm obsessed. We bought a Rene Ricard print with money given to us for our wedding and it is one of my favorite things in our home.

Look for an upcoming post with more info!

Tablet Hotels... Pink Sands Contest

DISCLAIMER: This post is not sponsored by Tablet Hotels or The Pink Sands... though I LOVE both and would proudly pimp for them... I just think this contest is amazing!

If you've been reading The P.H. for a while, you'll know that Harbour Island is one of my favorite places on the planet.

This teeny tiny island in the Bahamas is heaven. Seriously. Gorgeous pink beaches with turquoise water, ridiculously awesome and friendly people, great places to eat and drink, and a vibe that can't be explained make this place a dream.

Plus, you can drive around in a golf cart (the island's main mode of transportation) super tipsy and fit right in. Love that!



Very good friends got married at the Pink Sands last year and we returned to the island for our honeymoon. We loved every minute of each trip so much, that we're already planning our trip back for early 2013!

But, my fingers are crossed that somehow I'm lucky enough to win this insane-o contest to have a luxurious vacation at the fabulous Pink Sands. If I happen not to be the winner, I hope YOU are, so enter!

Girls Paper Dolls...

This is hilarious!

Love Girls. Love NYMag.

These paper dolls made me laugh very hard.

Mixing Bowl Emotion...

Do you ever feel like you've dumped a bunch of energy, emotion, time, and thought into a mixing bowl and are left with a big old mess before time bakes up something beautiful?

That's totally how I feel right now... about life, not something fun like making cupcakes.

I feel like a crossroad is a'coming, but I don't know what it is exactly yet. And it is making me feel a little off. And a little scared. And a little excited.

Do you guys get mixing bowl emotion?

Pin Prick... Open Sesame

I feel like if you have these gorgeous doors that I Pinned, there better be something pretty spectacular behind them...



like vintage James Spader.

Our Wedding... Inviting Fights

I'd be a total fibber if I didn't fess up to some pretty ridiculous tiffs during our wedding planning... and while we were fortunate to only have a few, they typically stemmed from me trying to force Bry to care about something he could have given two sh*ts about.

Which brings me to the story of our wedding invitations and how I tried to make a man care about paper and calligraphy as much as I do.

Bry was a champ about being really into the wedding crest that our fave artist (and all around wonderful gal!), Happy Menocal, designed. But when it came time to put the crest on paper, it was a different story and a classic case of knowing when to pick your battles.



In my Delusional Bridal Mind (D.B.M. - it really should be a labeled condition), we would sit around the stationer's table in charming Georgetown and ooo and ahhh in unison over all of the beautiful options. We would agree on everything, hold hands, and then have a wonderful dinner drinking champagne and toasting how awesomely excited we were to send out the invites that we had created... toooooogether.

Yeah, so I was an idiot. Bry is a trooper... but every man has his limits, and after a long day at his office he just wanted to get out of his suit and chill. Looking at massive binders of invitations was not something that sounded fun to him, no matter how many times I played out this perfect wedding moment in my head, and he was a grumpy ass after 45 minutes of thumbing through pretty pretty paper.

In hindsight, I should have fed him a martini or two when he arrived...



I also should have taken it to heart when he said "This is YOUR thing. Pick what you think looks best and I know I'll love it."

My quest to involve him in the process was really a test to see how many envelope liners he would look at before cracking...

The sweet woman who owned the shop could have cut the tension with a knife, but she was a pro and so well-versed in this kind of couples breakdown, that she swooped in like Dr. Drew on Celebrity Rehab to calm the crazy and quickly lock and load our invitation order before things got too uncomfortable and I tried to paper-cut my future Husby.

Of course, in the end it all worked out.

The invites turned out amazingly well, and I stopped forcing Bry to weigh-in on details that I cared about way more than he did. And it was never that he didn't care, he just knew I cared a hell of a lot more. Smart man.

Now I just have to apply this lesson to home decorating.

Dreaming of Jorts...

Last night I had a wonderful dream about wearing jean cutoffs and a white button-down.

Yep... welcome to my mind.

Prippy Viewing... Lola Versus and Les Mis

Lola Versus is on my summer movie list for sure.

Have you all heard of it? I think it looks funny... and the preview definitely makes it seem relatable for anyone who has dated in their late 20's/early 30's. Plus, I'm a Greta Gerwig fan.



And... I. Can't. Wait for Les Misérables...although I'm in no hurry for December to come.

Thanks to Erica over at North Meets South for posting the trailer. The 12 year old girl in me is jumping up and down.

Here's a very funny NY Observer review of Anne's singing... I still love ya, girl!