Sunny Bad Hair Days

Breakfast

I have a mild obsession with breakfast. I must have some sort of breakfast every morning, but it's not just for the health benefits or the metabolism friendly nature that such a meal possesses. Breakfast is a ritual for me. The preparing, the presentation, and the actual eating of the food is all very holy to me. It's for this reason that I photograph my breakfasts from time to time. This an example of what I mean:





O breakfast; meals of meals. How I adore thee.

Bryant Park

Sometimes eating cupcakes and watching fat korean babies ride parisian carousels in Bryant Park makes your soul feel better.





And sometimes it's Tom Jones singing in his hotel room via la blogetheque


Tom Jones - If He Should Ever Leave You - A Take Away Show from La Blogotheque on Vimeo.

Seriously, now...

I've been promising and promising myself I would actually update on this poor little blog, and now I think I will.

So here we are, blog. It's me, Erin. Again.




I'm leaving for New York tomorrow. I feel awful, and my sinuses have been giving me huge amounts of problems, but hopefully I'll be good at ignoring that little hurtle. I have this pathetic beat up suit case I wish I could take with me, but I fear it would fall apart.



Here she is. What a beaut.

But, instead, I'm taking ol' reliable AKA little red suitcase. This is she:



The verdict? I need a new suitcase. Tomorrow I'm leaving on a jet plane. See you in new york city, blogger.