After declaring 2015 the year of happiness, Kipling celebrated with a party in New York City featuring pink champagne, flowers and a performance by MisterWives – the happiest band ever. Personally, anything that involves pink champagne makes me happy. So pink champagne garnished with pink rose petals made me even happier. Thank you Kipling for an amazing time!
I’ve never understood gardening as a hobby. I just can’t seem to fathom why someone would touch dirt on purpose even with gloves. However, as I began paying more attention to detail on my walks through the city, I realized the beauty of the small urban garden. Suddenly, the floral colors began to jump out at me and I started to look forward to passing familiar flowers and watching them bloom throughout the season. These are just a few of my favorite city gardens found in my neighborhood of Hell’s Kitchen along with Meatpacking and the Upper East Side.
Would I consider gardening now? I think not. I prefer when other people do it.
After countless summers in Maine, day-long Law & Order SVU marathons, and a lifetime of holidays spent together, I watched my cousin Laura walk down the aisle last weekend in New Hampshire. She was such a beautiful bride. It was almost like she was born to wear the white dress because everything about being a bride came so naturally to her. So far, celebrating the newest Mrs. McGuinness among friends and family that I’ve known since birth has been the highlight of my 2014. Congratulations to Laura and Tim! I’m so looking forward to making new memories with you.
The groom, the bride, and me
The bride and her sisters
Photo booth fun
P.S. – If you’re wondering who caught the bouquet, it was ME! After the first bouquet she threw went into the chandelier, the bride grabbed a branch of flowers from a centerpiece and threw it over her shoulder to the single ladies. It fell right into my hands and I screamed like a schoolgirl as I danced with the bride to the rest of Beyoncé’s ‘Single Ladies (Put a Ring on It).’
Spring has sprung in NYC. So I broke out my favorite pair of white jeans to celebrate.
The flowers are in bloom in Bryant Park.
There wasn’t a cloud in the sky over Freedom Tower.
I like to admire photos of sunny New York my boyfriend’s Mom took years ago that currently hang in our apartment.