Please excuse this interruption….

So I’m a slacker this week.  I’ve got a ton of posts lined up for you guys, all half-way done.  But the day job has been kicking my butt lately (thank you Cannes Film Festival), so I’m a little behind.

Until I can get my act together later this week, I wanted to remind you all to follow us on Twitter (where I do manage to post a few musings throughout the day), Facebook, Pinterest and Instagram!  And as I’d love to share my thoughts with readers beyond my mom, my best friends and Jefe, please share the love!


In addition, I’m taking requests for room planning, mood boards, or even event planning!  The Sledge has a multitude of talents and would love to share them with you all.

And last but not least, I at least owe you guys a few more pieces of eye candy to tide you over until my next post!

Eye Candy 1

(Courtesy of Decor de Provence / Style At Home)

The wall color, the dark floors, the rustic meets traditional with a smidge of modern thrown in.  The wood under the benches, the FIREPLACE MANTLE.  I want to go to there.

Eye Candy 2

(Courtesy of Apartment Therapy)

I am LOVING all of this art in the kitchen. It takes a very small, tight space and gives it some panache!

Eye Candy 3

(Courtesy of Tobi Fairley)

I love this saying.  Having been a “creative” for my entire life, it’s a nice reminder that what we do takes guts.  I would love to find this in different colors to hang about my desk.  Pink isn’t really my jam…..


Mother’s Day

Let me start out with stating the obvious: I have the world’s best mom. She’s amazing, thoughtful, and still spoils me with care packages filled with Pennsylvania goodies like apple butter and homemade chocolates. She misses driving her mini-van and still carries snacks and baby wipes everywhere even though all of the kids have been out of the house for quite some time. She’s just one awesome lady who will forever affectionately be known to all of my friends as Momma Sny despite a name change years ago. So Mom, this post goes out to you. It’s been too long since I got to share this day with you and hope that won’t last forever.


But Momma Sny isn’t the only awesome mother in our lives. Gloria, my Jefe’s mom, is pretty stellar too. So we decided to treat her and Jefe’s dad, Harry, to a little brunch at our place.

I was hoping to really pull out all the stops on the table setting to show you all some new ideas for setting your own, however, in the vein of keeping it real with you all, life got in the way. Specifically, Django, some ice cream, and a date on the couch with my Jefe on Saturday night.

But I did at least set the table and threw out a vase of my favorites: hydrangeas.


For the observant bunch, you’ll also notice we hung some new (well, new in that it’s finally out of the moving box) art, and my little chalk board from Rejuvenation.

Jefe and I also made a happy discovery: in extending our table to make more space for brunch, we had to place the table parallel to our dresser and island. Low and behold, the bigger table actually makes the room feel bigger! Maybe it had to do with the chairs previously being on an angle (out of necessity to access our bedroom and dresser drawers). Or maybe the matching parallel lines just gives it a cleaner, less cluttered feel despite the use of MORE floor space. Whatever it is, Jefe and I have decided to keep the set up for the time being. A bonus – with the table extended, we can actually push all of the chairs in! More space for us. #winning

In other news, we purged our puppy fund yesterday. And no, we do not have a little fur ball of joy headed our way. Our mattress, which I payed a pretty penny for only 5 years ago, is officially a piece of crap. It’s amazing how down hill it’s gone just in the last few weeks. It’s gotten to the point that Jefe looks forward to his business trips just so he can sleep on a bed without the Grand Canyon running through the middle. So alas, our puppy fund went towards making our backs much happier and putting a kabosh on a dog for the time being.  Insert sad face.

But don’t think for one minute that I’ve stopped looking at pictures of cockapoos and dog beds ;-).


Nothing but love

This weekend I jetted off to meet Jefe in NYC thanks to some frequent flyer miles.  I started writing today’s post on Monday about my top 10 favorite things about New York…. but it quickly became clear that I just didn’t feel like talking about New York anymore.

I, like, the rest of the world, was glued to the TV, Twitter and Facebook for updates of any kind.  My best friend lives in Boston.  I knew 3 people running the marathon.  It is by far one of my favorite places on earth and I just couldn’t believe what was going on in such an incredible place.

Luckily everyone I knew was safe.  But I couldn’t stop thinking about those that weren’t and can’t shake this feeling of helplessness as I watch from 3000 miles away.  But as Mr. Rogers once said “find the helpers.”  And there were plenty.

So today I want to spread the love for a city that I would love to some day call home.  Amidst the chaos that’s still going on, the questioning of who did this and why, and the constant news cycle speculation, I wanted to offer a little glimpse in to why I think this city ROCKS and I know will pick itself up and get right back on it’s own two feet.  And then run another marathon.

Here are my top 10 reasons why I love this great city:

  1. The people.  They can be rough around the edges but they all have hearts of gold.  They are a unique breed and unlike anyone I’ve ever met before.  They can go from swearing like a trucker in a snow-storm to swaying arm in arm during “Sweet Caroline” in 5 seconds flat.  Those Boston rebels were the one’s that dumped the snotty English’s tea in the harbor.  And high-fived each other afterwards.
  2. The Sox.  Baseball fan or not, there is something magical about attending a game in Fenway Park.  It truly is breathtaking.  You step foot in that stadium and you can just feel the incredible history seep in to your bones.  I wasn’t even a fan in 2004 and I still get choked up watching anything about that year’s World Series; it’s impossible not to knowing the history a team that toiled for so long.  From “Sweet Caroline” to the teeny tiny seats to the Green Monster, there’s no place like it.

    Jefe & I Fenway

    Jefe & I at Fenway for my first Red Sox game

  3. The history.  Follow the red brick road and the Freedom trail will take you all over the city for the nation’s greatest history lesson.

    Boston Paul Revere

    Paul Revere looking badass on his horse

  4. The architecture.  Red brick everywhere.  They embrace the old and only integrate the new when necessary.  If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. Old South
  5. Cambridge.  The home of Julia Child, Harvard, and my first Hong Kong scorpion bowl.  And my bestie who is just as important.

    Courtesy of Out and About in Paris

    Julia Child’s home (Courtesy of Out and About in Paris)

  6. The T.  Any city with such smoothly operating public transit is a-ok with me.  They just need to extend the running time to last call and they’d really be on to something.
  7. The food.  Clam chowder.  Lobster.  Cannoli’s from Mike’s.  I’ve eaten my way through this city more than once. Boston Pastries
  8. The accent.  I will pahk my cah in the yahd any day of the week if asked by a Walhberg, Damon or Affleck. good-will-hunting-oral-history-1
  9. The attitude.  This is similar to #1 but there’s just something about the unapologetic yet openly welcoming attitude that the city just exudes and invites you in.
  10. Fall.  You’ve never seen foliage until you’ve walked along the Charles during autumn.


    Courtesy of Virtual Tourist

Boston, you’ve had my heart for years and always will.

Boston B Strong