It’s Been Quite a Ride

Navy Pier Ferris Wheel

I am ready to close the proverbial door on 2012.  Anyone with me?  It has been a year of great highs and lows both personally and globally, but glass half-full kind of girl that I am, I prefer to reflect on the moments worth celebrating.

One of the highlights of my year was launching this tiny little blog in January.  Talk about a learning curve!  Starting with the retelling of a crazy adventure that was too good to keep to myself, I dove head first into the blogosphere intending to share my, well, my love of life I suppose.  I leave the year much more tech savvy than I entered it and with a clearer sense of where I want the blog to go.  The new format (which I hope you have noticed today!) is part of that focus, and I look forward to bringing you more original images and content that take advantage of this clean, wide, streamlined layout.

my dressing room

February brought what continues to be my most widely read post.  From India to Indiana, it seems women everywhere are still searching for the perfect nude pump.

sleeping sails

Beautiful and unexpected weather visited Chicago in March, bringing runners and revelers to Lake Michigan months early.

 upside down chick

A visit to The Museum of Science and Industry on the last Saturday in April taught our family  a lesson about Perseverance.


In May I counted celebrating Mother’s Day with my mom as one of my greatest blessings.

mini carrot cakes

I also leaked her closely guarded carrot cake recipe.

sharpie triathlon tattoo hugs

Ah, June.  My first triathlon was a great high and horrible low all at once, and because of that I walked away with tremendous gratitude.  And exhaustion.  Thank goodness my little sister sharpied our  favorite expression on my arm before the race because I almost sank  and think it may have saved me!


sea turtle

A trip to Kiawah Island in July brought us close to creatures big and small.  Witnessing the journey from shell to sea for a group of loggerhead turtles is something I will never forget.

Lucy Vincent Beach


fishing nets

the bare essentials

Martha’s Vineyard in August was the best part of summer.  Exploring Lucy Vincent Beach, fishing with Captain Tom Langman, and wandering Menemsha were highlights of the vacation.


September brought autumn’s arrival.

apple picking

And October, a trip to the apple orchard in Wisconsin.


And my 40th.  Yes I’m fussing with my candles.

The Sartorialist

Fashion blogger and photographer Scott Schuman of The Sartorialist came to Chicago for a book signing in November.

peppermint bark

ginger cookies

Cookies and chocolate were all over December – just ask my poor neglected bathroom scale. Which brings us to the New Year.  Resolutions or no resolutions?  I’m already working on my list….

All images via the aesthete and the dilettante

The Sartorialist in Chicago

Last night, famous style photographer and blogger Scott Schuman of the Sartorialist visited the Museum of Contemporary Art in Chicago to give a talk and sign copies of his new book, Closer.  The MCA was clearly unaware of his enormous popularity.  The barely publicized event drew throngs of fashion and photography lovers all dressed to catch his eye (which made for fabulous people watching) and left hundreds of disappointed fans without books to buy (they sold out almost before it started – thank goodness I received one as a birthday gift from my super chic friend Samantha) and on a wait list to hear the talk.  All were invited to stay for the book signing, and wait they did!  Worries of blocked fire exits forced museum workers to move the most stylish single file line you’ve ever seen from one end of the museum to the other.

Having my book signed.

Luckily my friend Cynthia and I were at the front of the line for the signing as we were both wearing what my friend Kelley calls “five-minute shoes”.  He was gracious and amusing, indulging enthusiasts who had questions or simply wanted to snap his photo.

Exiting the MCA, happily on our way to RL for a late dinner.

The following are some of my favorite images from the book:

Photographer becomes subject. How can you resist a man in a trench?