Saturday, April 12, 2014


Until last week, my days in New York City always started the same way, after family duties in the morning, I'd slough off that role quite easily and charge off to the subway, with some kind of hip hop or rock pulsing in my ears. My eyes barely had to lift and focus because without fail, my feet unerringly steered me every morning towards Chelsea. Stepping off the train at Union Square, this was my neighborhood. Here I knew where to get the best cappuccino and croissant; if it was to be a healthier morning, then the best places to get my green juice and oatmeal. I knew the best streets to take photos of the gleaming Empire State Building. I knew what time of the day the sun slants just so down 18th street so that it broke your heart just a tiny bit.

So I changed jobs last week ... and not just any job. A job I held for 10 years. TEN YEARS. That's the longest thing I've done ever. Longer than I've been married, longer than I've lived in one apartment, longer than I've had my dog. I started there as an intern, a baby really. A wide-eyed girl still getting her footing in New York City; still getting her footing in life. Sometimes I thought I would be there for my entire career in publishing, a mind-shatteringly naive thought when you think about how much people job hop these days, true, but a nice one nonetheless. 

And then suddenly, it was time. So I said goodbye to the hallways I'd walked and ran down for 10 years, goodbye to the office that helped me grow up, goodbye to the neighborhood that I knew like the back of my hand, goodbye to the office mates who had grown into dear friends. "It's just a job" I told myself. But it was more than that. So much more.

My new commute is one of gleaming beige marble, and a dark rushing river of people in suits. I find myself constantly wondering where they are all hurrying to so quickly? There's a new skyline to look at, a new set of buildings to marvel at. A new set of coffee shops to explore. A new set of office mates to hopefully become my friends.

That's my new sky, and those are my new buildings, and I know I'll find my coffee shop. And there's no eloquent way to close this post, because at its essence this really isn't a closing, but rather a beginning. 

Thursday, March 20, 2014

On the first day of Spring (and I heart San Francisco, part II)

So, where were we? Ah yes, the rest of San Francisco. So we left off at Dolores Park, hanging out at what felt like a giant frat party. On Sunday, we walked over to Pacific Heights and Russian Hill to explore those neighborhoods. Mostly I was obsessed with the house colors and styles. I haven't seen anything like that since living in Ireland.

And then we made our way to the painted ladies at Alamo Square Park ...

I loved watching other people taking photos of the homes. And then, on to Noe Valley. Clearly I'm in love with colorful houses.

It's the first day of Spring. And it's my two year blog anniversary! I could bust out a bunch of cliches about growth, and change, and opportunity, but I won't. But seriously - there is a lot of change and growth going on in my world. And I can't wait to tell you all about them.

Friday, March 14, 2014

I heart San Francisco (part I)

We spent 48 hours in San Francisco last weekend. It was a whirlwind of a trip, but enough time for me to appreciate the way the western light cascades down the streets, the way time stands still when you sip that perfect almond milk latte, the way the streets hum with pride when the cable cars rumble by.

We stayed on a shockingly high floor in a gorgeous hotel. I live on the 25th floor in New York City, so I thought I was used to heights. But the view from the 40th floor was something to behold. 

On Saturday morning we walked down to Fisherman's Wharf to check out the huge farmers market - and gaze at the Bay Bridge in the early morning light.

Then we walked up to Coit Tower and down again through the city to Lombard Street. 

Then after a walk through Russian Hill and Pacific Heights, we made our way back around to Dolores Park and took in this party scene.

I didn't realize I took so many photos. That was the result of 9 
hours of walking on Saturday. I'm going to have to show you Sunday's shots (including the painted ladies)in the next post. What an amazing city, right?  

Thursday, March 6, 2014

The New Boho Book

Sometimes, as a book editor, the earth, moon, and stars align and you get an author that you feel a close connection with AND a project that feels tailor-made for you. Justina Blakeney is someone I was personally inspired by long before I was lucky enough to acquire her book. Her posts on bohemian style and homes always left me happy and excited to drape my home in riotous color and plants of all sizes.

But, often when I work with an author or photographer who lives on the other side of the country, I never get to meet them in person (sadly). Justina was in town from LA for a book photo shoot last Friday, and we got to hang out.  And let me tell you, she's twice as lovely in real life as she already is online! Above, the book's photographer, Dabito, shot us clowning around in Tribeca after we wrapped an apartment shoot on Friday. Justina's book is coming out for Spring 2015 - I can't wait for you to see it!

  • Follow Justina's instagram feed: @justinablakeney to see more behind-the-scenes shots for The New Boho Book!
  • Check out Dabito's post about the NYC shoot on his site, Old Brand New.

I'd love to talk more about the work I do, and the adventures I get up to as a book editor. A new goal for March, perhaps?

Photograph of Justina and me by the amazing Dabito (who actually made me look like a normal person despite my giant puffer coat)
Photograph below of one of the amazing apartments we shot for the book from my instagram feed: @dervlakelly

Friday, February 28, 2014

Ode to nothing

It's the last day of February, and that feels infinitely impossible, yet achingly hopeful at the same time. How can this be? How is it that the shortest month of the year also feels like the longest? I want to love you, February, I really do. Your 28 days contain my grandmother's birthday, my birthday, a day dedicated to love, and you even have a long holiday weekend. You're a short one Feb, you should zip by and you should herald spring. But you don't. You've dragged your snowy, polar feet all over my back and I think I'm permanently hunched over from the chill you breathe down my neck.

Let's face it, February, if I'm writing you an ode, then it's an ode to nothing.

See you in March, everyone.

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Weekend tidbits

I hope you all had a lovely weekend. We had a special dinner with friends to celebrate my birthday at The Writing Room (which recently replaced the Woody Allen favorite, Elaine's) on the upper east side. And then on Sunday I had to physically restrain myself from driving out to IKEA in Brooklyn to see whether they have an Expedit bookshelf in stock. Did you hear they are discontinuing them? How will I ever be able to achieve my dream of an entire Expedit wall? I ventured up to Central Park with the dog to chance a run but ended up mostly stumbling around in the slushy mess that is the Bridle Path.

We also finally redecorated the girls' room - bringing in lots of red and white to give it a more cohesive feeling. The room is so tiny I can't take photos with my DSLR, but here's a little sliver of the room:

interior design

Ok, if I could hop on a plane, I'd head straight to this sauna hut in Sweden.

Daniel of Manhattan Nest finished his office and I'm seriously digging the white painted floors.


I'm pretty much a summer vegetarian and a winter omnivore, so I'll give this lamb and coconut curry from Cook Republic a shot before I give up meat entirely in the warmer months.

I can't think of a flavor that intrigues me more than cardamom, it's floral and spicy and it totally brings desserts alive. I bet this cardamom oat crumble from Happyolks is amazing.

Simple, roasted, gorgeous cauliflower. Never, ever gets old.

How was your weekend?

Thursday, February 13, 2014

The beautiful details

Sunday walk by the East river

I was at the Guggenheim this weekend, and though it was a fairly quick trip (with young children you have to kind of dip in, and then out immediately) I did linger in one particular gallery to listen to a group of art students discussing a particular Picasso painting. I noticed that the woman in the center of the group was blind, and the other students were describing the lines of the painting to her in aching detail. The details were so beautiful that I had to stop and listen. I traced the lines with my eyes as the earnest student described them to the woman. It's those very details I want to celebrate.

And now let's see who else likes to focus on the details:

interior design

I'm dying to paint a navy blue dresser in our entryway pure white like this gem featured on Apartment Therapy.

Or is blue a trend that I need to keep going with? I loved this blue feature wall on Bright Bazaar and then Centsational Girl put together this roundup of blue rooms in all their glory. Maybe I'll leave that blue dresser as is.

Jenny's piece on the Arizona flea market scene makes me want to hop a plane down to Arizona pronto. PLUS I'd escape this never-ending snowstorm here in NYC.

Should I ever own a home (or apartment) with a fireplace, I'm pinning these ten ideas for an amazing fireplace by This Little Street for ultimate inspiration.


I hope no one from work is reading this entry, because I think this poached pear mascarpone tart from Chew Town would be a solid entry for our next company bake-off.

I don't know why I have trouble cooking salmon, as it's a perfectly agreeable fish, but I can never seem to get it right. Perhaps this sous vide salmon with roasted beet sauce from Brian at A Thought for Food might be one to try. Of course you have to have a sous vide water oven, hmmm, maybe i'll just try out the roasted beet sauce of this recipe instead.

I need to share the meyer lemon olive oil bread recipe I just made last night, but in case you need meyer lemons in your life RIGHT NOW, then you should try out this meyer lemon magic custard cake recipe from Diane and Todd at White on Rice Couple. Their recipes never fail!

And now I'm off to revel in this snow day we're having here in the city. Winter is kind of blending into one big snowstorm for me, and all I can do is laugh now - it's just so ridiculous.