Showing posts with label lobster. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lobster. Show all posts

Friday, August 12, 2011

Tuesday August 9: the lobster night of all lobster nights

I was in Montauk earlier this week for an abbreviated beach trip which coincided with my future father-in-law's birthday... could there possibly be a better way to say happy birthday?

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

J'aime mes amis

I needed to find some French images for a work project and while doing so I took a quick sentimental time-out to remember my reunion in Paris with my dear friends Jenny and Tom for our 52nd Tuesday shot in 2009. I can't wait for our next reunion come September 24 when Jenny will be photographing my wedding!

Now onto finding a location in Raleigh so that Jenny can recreate this shot for me. Any thoughts?


Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Celebrating my 155th Tuesday since moving from NYC


One of my most favorite personal projects is a photo blog that my long-distance friend Jenny and I have been working on for the past three years (which started my last Tuesday living in the West Village). And in honor of our 52nd Tuesday of this year, I hoofed it to the Asian market at rush hour, bought the best looking 2 lb lobsters for Mike and I to enjoy, and even got up the courage to put those suckers in the water myself. Jenny + Tom, I love and miss you, and most of all am thinking of you tonight.

PS. And as a great rule of 'friends don't let friends boil lobsters in pots that are too small' I owe a huge thank you to my dear friend Paola, who has probably seen me the most in these last 155 weeks.With and without lobster.




Friday, December 17, 2010

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

I love supporting my local vendors

Especially ones who share my taste in seafood.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Unlike Bright Eyes, I will never have any Land Locked Blues

Water or no water nearby, I can now get my fix whenever I need it...

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Friday, June 18, 2010

My heart (and my lobster) was left in Paris

So, I'm $75 richer (and per my parents, smarter) for having left Lobster Girl for someone else at the Paris Flea Market, but even now–4 months later–I still get a little sad about not having bought her.

My friend Jenny would have approved of the purchase.