Thursday, June 30, 2011

Epic Road Mix is Epic

In preparation for my sure-to-be-epic road trip to NYC this weekend, I spent the morning making some pretty epic playlists, which I then proceeded to burn to CDs because I have a super frustrating play your iPod through the radio device that pretty much just plays static and makes me want to die (let's not talk about it, please).

It's been a long time (or at least feels like it has) since I've actually burned a CD. Turns out, they don't hold much, but that didn't stop me from filling four shiny discs with every best-when-belted jam and 80s/90s Disney soundtrack I could find.

(click the photo for a bigger view, make your own playlist and start belting — you're welcome!)

Have a great holiday weekend, and if you need me, I'll be napping in Central Park, stuffing my face with John's pizza and witnessing this quintessential display of American freedom.

Wednesday, June 29, 2011


Last night, while waiting to see Transformers 3 (at a midnight showing — what was I thinking? IT NEVER ENDED), the Larry Crowne trailer came on, and I caught a 2-second glimpse of what appeared to be a Streep daughter.

IMDB later confirmed my sighting (Grace Gummer), which aside from showcasing my mad-quick-like IDing skillz concerning anything Streep, gives me one more reason to want to see Larry Crowne.

Have you seen the trailer? How could you not love a Hanks-Roberts-Gummer rom com?

Only three(ish) days to enter the Blue Carrot Giveaway! Win the Blue Carrot Shop item of your choice, and I've updated the shop with all sorts of goodies to choose from so there's NO reason why you shouldn't enter!


Last night my friend Anna and I took an evening adventure to Chagrin Falls, OH. Neither of us had been, and since the minute that I had heard it referred to as "Stars Hollow", I knew I had to check it out. The center of town is completely adorable and quintessentially picturesque.

It was a beautiful night and it seemed like the whole town was out; there is outdoor seating at almost every restaurant, a beautiful park (near the eponymous falls) and everything was dripping with bunting and patriotic attire for the Fourth of July.

We stopped at Jeni's Ice Cream, and while I've had it before, I'd never been to an actual shop. Tasting is encouraged, and taste we did. I can't even begin to describe how delicious and basically mind blowing this ice cream is, you just have to taste it for yourself. I had brambleberry crisp and goat cheese with roasted red cherries and about six orgasms in my mouth. Seriously, it's a revelation.

If you can't get to one of their nine locations, they ship pints directly to you (more than worth the $12/pint, I promise). We also ate at the original Dave's Cosmic Subs, which was also a culinary delight. I could probably just do shots of their signature creamy italian dressing. It's that good.

Also, the book store in town is three stories, with creaky wooden floors and that book smell and I never wanted to leave.

Chagrin Falls was magical (and delicious!) and I would like to move there immediately. I'm thinking how wonderful it must be at Halloween or covered in snow and Christmas lights, and it makes me think I may not need to leave Ohio to be happy, afterall.

Only three(ish) days to enter the Blue Carrot Giveaway! Win the Blue Carrot Shop item of your choice, and I've updated the shop with all sorts of goodies to choose from so there's NO reason why you shouldn't enter!

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Bits & Baubles

My uncle's patio was literally crawling (more like, hopping) with these teeny tiny frogs (toads?). I couldn't find any definitive explanation for their miniature cuteness, but I did see one literally leap frog another. Life goal complete.

Sometimes I accidentally don't kill plants, and they actually flower and make me happy.

I've lived virtually next door to this towpath for three years, and just now started to run on it. It's pretty spectacular.

Hey lil bubble critter in my coffee!

Camera collection from my good friend James, who became an even better friend when he purchased these from the shop.


Auction typography.

My new, old best friend. It's a Kitchenaid, and it works — she so pretttttty.

And, as always, Mozart being epic.

Only a few more days to enter the Blue Carrot Giveaway! Win the Blue Carrot Shop item of your choice (and who doesn't want to do that?).

Monday, June 27, 2011

Flag Cake

This flag cake is amaaaaazing, and looks significantly easier to do than the heart one I attempted for Valentine's Day. If I wasn't going out of town — New York City this weekend, SO EXCITE — I would definitely attempt this patriotic treat.

(via Glorious Treats)

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Wednesday, June 22, 2011

June 22nd: A High Holy Day

On this day, 62 years ago, Mary Louise Streep was born to a middle class family in Summit, New Jersey. On this day, 5 years ago, a middle class girl from Stow, Ohio waited in the sweltering, mid-day, New York City sun, hoping to catch a glimpse of her idol.

That girl was me (obviously), and I had come to NY that summer with many hopes, highest among them: see/meet the one-and-only Meryl Streep. Streep had recently become a full-blown obsession of mine as I worked my way through each and every one of her recorded performances for a self-initiated summer project (initial objective: avoid the inevitable summer vacation boredom).

I had tried earlier in the day, rather unsuccessfully, to secure tickets to The David Letterman Show, where Streep was to be a guest. As I reluctantly, dejectedly, pulled myself away from the studio, I stumbled on what appeared to be the fabled "stage-door" entrance. I had nothing left to lose (and truthfully, nothing else to do), so I claimed a very unshaded spot in front of a barricade — along with a few other autograph seekers and the paparazzi.

We waited for what seemed like days — through bits of overheard conversation I gathered that the Great One was running late. But, she eventually arrived and from what I can remember (I tend to have selective amnesia concerning my most magical moments, which is a less-than desirable attribute), she was radiant.

She was in and out of my life so quickly that I barely had time to take a few less-than-Pulitzer-award-winning photographs, before she disappeared into the dark studio. Then there was more waiting, and even more sweating (did I mention I was wearing all black? Or that it was 90 degrees?) before she exited into an idling Towne car.

She signed a few autographs (none for me) and expertly juggled an enormous bouquet of roses (it was her birthday, after all) and a bottle of water, all while teetering on impressively high heels. And then, she was gone.

This somewhat routine and brief star-sighting was an epically monumental moment in my life, although it would never seem so to anyone but me.

It was also notable for a few other reasons: I took my photos (all ten of them) with a non-digital camera. I immediately took the film to the first hour-photo place I could find, and waited — rather impatiently — for my priceless memories to be developed. It seems so odd to me now, when I take a photo with my iPhone and within seconds I can not only look at it, but it can be posted on Twitter or Facebook for the entire world to see.

Meryl Streep is tiny. I mean, she's a pocket person. I never, ever considered this before seeing her in person — she occupied such an enormous place in my life and mind (not to mention, movie screen) that I was shocked (and I still am, actually) to find that I towered over her.

Wheelchair = autograph. Now, I'm not trying to be offensive or cynical, but I'm about 99% sure that the only reason she came to my side, was to sign an autograph for a dude in a wheelchair. I'm not saying he didn't deserve it, and it could be a fabrication of my foggy memory, but I swear I heard him say "if I call to her, she'll come over here for sure." And she did.

Standing for hours in the mid-day, 90-degree, 100% humidity, asphalt-covered city, while wearing a black t-shirt, black pants and Converse (with socks!) is not to be attempted by anyone, ever. Especially if you haven't eaten anything all day because you're a poor college student, who is about to get mentally and physically overwhelmed by the mere sight of her idol.

I went on to see Meryl Streep in person a few more times since — twice in Mother Courage in Central Park, and at her Lincoln Center tribute; I even saw her daughter, Mamie Gummer, in a play (and talked to her afterward) the very next day. But they always say, you never forget your first and while that may be partially untrue (see: magical memory amnesia), June 22nd will always be an extra special day for me.

So, happy birthday Meryl Streep, you certainly saved me from boredom that summer, and I couldn't be more grateful. I've seen dozens of amazing movies, plays, operas and performances that I would have otherwise overlooked. I've read books and taken trips, slept in Central Park and toured New England. I've met people and fallen in love, participated in amazing conversations and had some great laughs. You'll most likely never understand the impact you've had on my life these past five years, and that's ok.

I can only hope that this June 22nd, and every one after, is as wonderful and as memorable as you made mine.

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Late night shop updates!

Sometimes, I watch Switched at Birth and update the shop with a few new goodies for you.

Loyal Order of Moose Napkin Holder  |  Ash Tray  |  Shell Tray  |  Carousel  |  Duck Hook

Also, don't forget about the second Blue Carrot Shop giveaway, you have until July 1st to enter!

Monday, June 20, 2011

Grey Gardens (HBO version)

Of course I've seen (and fallen in love with) the classic documentary Grey Gardens, but it wasn't until recently that I saw the HBO movie based on the lives of the kooky, sad and endlessly fascinating Beales.

Drew Barrymore and Jessica Lange could not have been more perfect in their roles as Little, and Big Edie, respectively. The peculiar mannerisms and most impressively, speech patterns of Jackie Kennedy's aunt and cousin could not have been more perfectly reproduced. Both actresses are also strikingly, almost devastatingly beautiful in the flashbacks to their younger years.

I didn't know much about their early lives, but the film does a great job with these scenes. It's a fascinating tale of broken dreams and family struggles, that begets the eating-from-cans, living-with-raccoons, dynamic, mother-daughter duo that the Maysles brothers captured so vividly in their documentary.

If for nothing else, watch for the glimpses of the real star, Grey Gardens, stunningly recreated in all of its pre-dilapidated glory.

**Don't forget to check out the second Blue Carrot Shop giveaway! Many chances to enter until July 1st.**

Hey! Hey! It's a giveaway!

Hey, it's giveaway time again (the best kind of time!) — to enter this super special fancy delight of a giveaway, there are a few "rules"...

1. You must leave a comment on this post. It can be anything — some kind words about the shop (you all have those, right?), your favorite Meryl Streep movie, a joke you've been dying to tell or anything else that will make me laugh or cry or ponder the meaning of life.

2. Like Blue Carrot Shop on Facebook (if you haven't already), or follow the shop on Twitter. Sneak peek: I post some thrifting pics, and talk a lot about Gilmore Girls, other embarrassing tv tastes and my cat — who doesn't need more of that in their Internet life?

3. Visit the shop and pick out what you'll order when you win the giveaway — or what you'll buy to drown your sorrows when I pick someone else.

4. Increase your chances of winning by mentioning the shop on your blog (post the link in your comment) or by tweeting about the giveaway (mention @bluecarrotshop).

Now, the fun part: the giveaway.

One super special fancy delightful shop fan will win one Blue Carrot item of their choosing ($30 or less, and I'll ship it to you of course — US shipping only, please). Item must be available in the shop at the time I contact you with the fabulous news.

If you have any questions about the rules contact me.

GOOD LUCK my faithful, free-stuff-loving fans!

*All chances to enter end on Friday, July 1st at 12 noon est.*

Friday, June 17, 2011

"That's how much fuck fish."

One of my favorite scenes from one of my favorite movies. So, so good.


It's no surprise to anyone who knows me that I adore New York City. I even wear a subway token around my neck every single day, lest anyone question or forget my devotion. I haven't been to the city for more than a year and a half, and that's waaaay too long to go without seeing each other.

So, my friend Emily and I have planned a short (yet sure to be epic) trip on July 4th weekend, and it's all I can do to not jump with joy every minute I think about napping in Central Park, eating John's pizza and reading the New York Times (with the Metro section!).

Here are just a few things I've got planned, some I've done (we ate at John's every day of our last trip) and some I haven't (Coney Island!). If you have any other suggestions (non-touristy — I've been to the Empire State Buliding more times than I can remember), let's hear them — I never tire of talking/thinking about the greatest city in the world.

On the way back from Cape Cod last year, we stopped in the city just to pick up a John's pizza to take home. It's that good.

I've been to the HighLine, and loved it. The second section recently opened, and its "lawn" looks particularly inviting (and nap-worthy).

I've never been to Coney Island, and I've always regretted it. I hope to remedy that on this trip — that typography! Those rides! Those freaks! I'm pretty sure I won't be disappointed.

(Coney Island pics from here, top photo from Shorpy — don't you wish it was still like this?)