howdy people. i'm feeling extra-yammery today, so consider yourselves warned.
hopefully everyone had a super weekend, full of fireworks and freedom. i got to go to new york with the bf, to spend a couple days with some of his college friends, on a secluded piece of paradise called shelter island. it was amazing and surreal and all sorts of other fantastical adjectives. we spent the days out on the water and lazing around next to the most beautiful pool i'll ever see in my entire life.
this picture doesn't do it any justice. seriously.
the house behind the pool was even more incredible. every spot in the house had a panoramic view of the water — even the master bathtub. there was a secret garden guarded by 18' high shrubs, seven fireplaces, and a bathroom that looked like the inside of a french renaissance jewelry box.
the view from the water
but do you know what the best part was?
there was a pair of life-sized giraffe statues in the backyard, named 'mac' and 'aroni.'
if that doesn't define awesome in your mind, then i'm not really sure we can continue to be friends.
when i travel, i do not usually bring books to read. it's not because i don't love to read, but actually the opposite. i love reading. love it. but it is a dark, obsessive, crazy teenage girl kind of love. the kind of love that makes you call every 15 minutes, and do accidental drive bys to see if they are home. when i start a book, i cannot put it down until i've finished it (unless the book sucks. then i stop.). this leads to a ridiculous sort of life-neglect; i don't sleep, i don't move, i eat things like canned vegetables with a spoon, or nibble on blocks of ramen out of the package. it's a problem.
so, in the interest of remaining a contributing member of society, i tend to stay away from books. instead, i bring pieces of star paper with me when i travel. for this past weekend's journey, this proved to be a lucky habit. when i got to the airport, i very carelessly left my phone in the car and pranced off to my gate. when i settled in, i went to call the bf (who was to pick me up at la guardia) and realized that i was phone-less. cue instant feelings of helplessness and anxiety. it was like i'd forgotten to put on pants. (a purely hypothetical comparison, of course.) just then, the captain of the plane sat down next to me and noticed the pile of stars i'd folded in an absent-minded panic. she was enchanted and asked for a tutorial. so we bartered: paper star lessons for cell phone use.
so, in the event you find yourself pantsless and/or phoneless in an airport, here is a paper star tutorial so you can fold your way out of harm's way with grace and finesse.
2. make a tear drop at the end of your paper strip.