36 Hours: Nashville

This weekend I met up with my best babe in Nashville for some much needed quality time. We spent our time exploring and catching up, but mostly eating and slumber partying.. We are by no means Nashville experts, (While searching for the Flea Market, we ended up at Repticon, a reptile convention, instead.) but maybe you’ll be inspired by our escapades. We highly recommend checking out Airbnb, as the boutique hotels are very expensive. We absolutely loved our stay at The Pierce.

Friday

4PM We spent the majority of our time in East Nashville. It was the perfect respite away from the bustle of downtown, plus we heard it was the ~hip~ part of town. Start at Southern Grist brewery for some local craft brews. Sit outside if the weather's nice. 

7PM Dinner at 5th and Taylor for superb cocktails, an atmosphere to kill and modern American fare. The place is bathed in candlelight creating an intimate vibe within the open space.

9PM Be sure to catch a show at The Ryman, the historic church turned music venue. Sarah is our resident Ryman expert, having seen plenty of shows there. We didn’t make it out for a night on the town this trip, but rest assure we still had a blast.

Saturday

9AM Pregame brunch with a coffee to-go at Barista Parlor. We heard so many good things (saw so many great Instagram posts) about this coffee garage and it did not disappoint. We had drip iced coffee and enjoyed the open air atmosphere complete with motorcycles and vintage speakers.

11AM Brunch at Le Sel. I think this was my and Sarah’s favorite meal, mostly due to the en point decor. Neon lights, pink velour booths and graphic black and white decor made for a visually stimulating meal. Not to mention, the food was amazing.

1PM Take a tour down 12th Street and pass through the local boutiques.  Try Imogene + Willie and Draper James for clothes and White’s Mercantile and Cadeau for gifts, to name a few. Don’t forget to snap a pic in front of the wonderful murals along the way.

4PM Stop for a snack at Five Daughters Bakery and try their famous 144 layer croissant donut.

5PM On your way back to East Nashville, stop by Two Son. This shop, owned by Nashville blogger, James McCoy, is beautifully curated. I snagged a handmade incense burner and one of their buttery soft vintage T-shirts.

7PM Try hot chicken. I hear it’s pretty up in the air depending who you talk to about what’s the best place. But we tried Bolton’s and it did not disappoint in flavor or in heat. The white bread on your plate is not for a garnish.

8PM Go out for a night on the town. We never made it to Broadway (we’d both been before), but join the Bachelorette parties and dance 'til your feet hurt.

Sunday

9AM Go for another round of Nashville coffee at Crema, another Instagrammable cup.

11AM Explore the Nashville Flea Market. Unfortunately we were confused about the date and didn’t make it, but from the looks of the setup it’s worth it.

Photos by the lovely Sarah Weichman.

36 hours

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This is the part where I should have some introspective metaphor for wearing a dress over jeans. But alas, I just wanted to look cool and be warm on my way to brunch.

New York in the winter is tough. With grey snow lining the streets and the bitter wind lapping at your nose, it’s hard to make it a point to take advantage of your home city. But against my better judgement, I've been pushing though the winds and stomping through the grey sludge, even on the weekends. I just don’t want to miss a moment in this place.

I've made my ideal weekend itinerary, a la 36 Hours from the New York Times, just in case you're every in my neighborhood.

Friday

4PM Get drinks at Soda Bar (my favorite happy hour dive bar) on the back patio. I promise it’ll be warm enough with the heaters.

6PM Dinner at White Tiger, an immaculately designed (see Instagrammable) Korean restaurant. Order the Korean Fried Chicken.

8PM See a show at the Brooklyn Academy of Music. They have independent films showing year round and frequently host comedy shows, concerts and plays. 

11PM Cocktails at Crown Inn. Have the bartender customize your drink and sit in the back.

Saturday

9AM Yoga at Brooklyn Yoga Collective for an unpretentious workout. It’s super cheap (pay what you can) and you truly get a feel for the neighborhood community.

10AM Breakfast at Olde Brooklyn Bagel Shoppe. Iced coffee and a bacon, egg and cheese bagel for less than $6. Simply the best.

11AM Explore the Brooklyn Museum of Art and the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens. The tropical plants indoor exhibit is the perfect winter respite.

3PM Walk down Atlantic Avenue. This street cuts through boutique clothing stores, adorable toy shops and awesome antiques. Make sure you stop by Nunu Chocolate for some local dessert faire.

7PM  Uber over to Gladyss for Caribbean cocktails and authentic jerk cuisine. This is by far one of my favorite restaurants/date spots I’ve been to in New York and it's very affordable.

9PM Before calling it a night, drop into The Weigh Station, a Doctor Who-themed jazz bar for cocktails and live music. Someone is always dancing.

Sunday

10AM Breakfast at Tom’s Diner (a la Suzanne Vega’s Tom’s Diner). They literally have everything you could ever want for breakfast, but I’m a fan of the link sausage and pancakes.

11AM Spend the rest of your afternoon at the Brooklyn Flea Market. You are sure to come back with the best “authentic” NYC souvenirs. Explore the handmade shoes and clothes, antiques, paper goods and trinkets. Top off your trip with lunch from one of the many food carts.  

rings and things

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I realized I never put up a "part two" for our trip to France. So here we go. For Part One.

After four days in Cannes, we took the train to Paris. It was by far the most beautiful travel experience through tiny villages, hills and valleys, rainy and romantically gloomy. We ate too much, drank too much, walked just enough, and explored until my brain was full.

One of my favorite moments was taking C through Sacre Coeur. Even though everything was in French and the place was packed, it still held the reverence and quiet I crave and reach for in the busy city. I showed him all the saints' statues and explained their stories the best I could. It's special for me to be able to share the important things I love with my best guy.

Our second day in Paris we went to the top of the Eiffel Tower. Even though I was mostly focused on the kids playing way too close to the rails, it was amazing to see Paris from way up high and imagine what the place looked like long ago. C rushed us back to our hotel to get ready for our 5:30 dinner reservation. He told me the restaurant had a dress code and I had to dress up— which I rolled my eyes to, and tried to convince him rules are silly and we should just stick it those fancy French rules and I should wear my Adidas tennis. I suppose I'm glad he picked out my outfit.

We arrived at a park, you know because even though we were running late we should stroll through on our way to dinner. It was beautiful and by far the prettiest place I had ever been. I kept repeating it looked like Narnia. We stopped at a bridge and he told me I was pretty or something. Again I rolled my eyes. I still don't quite know how to take a compliment. The rest I don't remember much of, just his goofy grin. But it ended with him on one knee and a ring so pretty, I still don't think it's mine.

So I suppose he's my forever man and we'll grow to be old and squishy and and completely wrinkled from laughing so much together. He'll make me go on adventures I never dreamed I could go on. He will leave me alone when I need to be, and bring back ice cream when he's back. He's the only person I'm ok with being smarter than me and I guess that's just who you're supposed to marry.

We THEN went to dinner at l'Arpege and had a 13-course dinner and wine pairing. The whole restaurant  clapped when we sat down and the chef came out to congratulate us at the end of the meal. I really can't think of a better way to come down off of a dreamy proposal than to eat the most beautiful meal you've ever seen and drink the most delicious bottle of wine you'll probably never have again. He did good.

Our last couple of days we skipped around the Lourve, literally skipped, toured the Catacombs, ate some more, and walked until we had soaked up every last bit of the city.

Now we're home and I supposed we will celebrate it all next fall.

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oh. and here's a fun video my sweet cousin made for us.

https://youtu.be/A06Kf5GHg-M

photos by the lovely marion colombani

Francey Pants

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I’m not exactly sure where to start. These past three weeks have been some of the most wonderful I’ve experienced, and I can’t wait to share it all with you. Fashion blog, shmashion blog we are heading into full on lifestyle here. But don’t worry, I promise I’ll still tell you what I’m wearing. 

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Three weeks ago I flew to Cannes to meet C for our lovely vacation in France. He was there for work and I just couldn’t let him go without me this time. I have never been out of the country aside from Jamaica and Mexico (both resort vacations) so this was extra exciting. Note: I am an awful, anxious flyer and will definitely post some travel tips in another post for all you fellow nervous Nancys.

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I arrived in Nice around 10 a.m. and was greeted with beautiful sunshine and a beautiful (yeah, everyone here is handsome) chauffeur. Really, C went all out. He was holding a card with my last name on it—it really doesn’t take much to impress me—and off we went to meet my beau in Cannes. It truly was the most gorgeous car ride I’d ever been on: mountains, the Mediterranean, palm trees, and pastels… basically the Instagram aesthetic I aspire to. 

The four days we spent there were filled with movie premiers, long dresses I haven’t sported since prom, Rosé, pizza, oysters and boat rides. It was “pinch me” perfect. I saw Ryan Gosling, Blake Lively and Steven Spielberg on the red carpet and tried not to squeal, because apparently that isn't allowed when you are on the red carpet and not bystander. I took a boat ride to a teensy island and contemplated my existence as a citizen of the entire world. Because I think in the back of my head I assumed I was on the Truman Show and the only thing that actually existed was me. I went to a premiere after party and stepped on the leading lady's gown, because me, and danced til my feet were bleeding. 

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I realize I am straying from my usual tone, snark-filled and bursting with self-deprecating side notes. But I’m at a loss. I bought new clothes for the trip and I looked good. Like, really good. And I had a blast. C is one of the most thoughtful and romantic people I know (lucky I know) and he was careful to plan our shenanigans down to a T, something I have grown accustom to in our relationship.  I thrive when schedules are involved. I was reminded when I should start getting ready for events, encouraged to explore on my own, and recommended to drop by the french Pharmacies to pick out expensive skincare products. Wow, ok. Writing all of that out has reminded me I should thank him.

Cannes is probably the most picturesque place I’ve ever been, and I hope to have captured enough of it with my DSLR and the new Polaroid camera I purchased just for the occasion. I mean really, when else is a good time to buy one?

I’ve decided to break up the trip in a few posts, so stay tuned for more.

10 Things I Love about my Neighborhood

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  1. Gladys
  2. I thought for the longest time my super knew my name, but was just saying it kind of weird. No, he’s been saying “baby.” But he has cooked me dinner and tells me good morning before I leave for work every day.
  3. I am one block from the farmers market, Brooklyn Public Library and the Brooklyn Museum of Art
  4. Someone is always barbecuing in the summer, so it always smells delicious.
  5. We are two blocks away from Alabama friends and it makes me feel like we’re on Seinfeld.
  6. My neighbor’s dog’s name is Coconut Dragon
  7. The two closest grocery stores are both kind of gross, limited and everything feels sticky. But, it makes decision making easy and quick.
  8. It takes one episode of Serial or Radiolab to get from my house to work and I’m never left with a cliffhanger.
  9. Everyone doesn't ALWAYS walk with headphones in and sometimes I get head nods and half smiles.
  10. My coffee shop is also an ice cream shop. Great coffee and better ice cream, but there’s also a “kid section” and it’s hard to get work done there because it smells like stale Cheetos and boogers sometimes.
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