Friday, September 28, 2012

10 Things I Like, Because It's Been Way Too Long

Well, it seems to be Friday again, and this time I'm finally posting a "10 Things I Like!" Phew. It's been a while, for which I apologize. Because I'm sure this post is the highlight of everybody's week, right? This collection has quite a few lovely looking things to feast your eyes on (and if you get ambitious and want to make gingerbread, to actually feast on), so I hope you enjoy (after the jump)!

Monday, September 24, 2012

Wilder Pictures + Happenings: 20 Hundred Club Fall Race in Narraganset Bay

This past weekend I sailed in a 22 mile race put on by the 20 Hundred Club around Narraganset Bay. Talk about my idea of heaven. My second cousin once-removed (tricky, I know--I had to break out the family tree in order to really understand how we're related), Johnny, has a lovely J30 in Warwick, Rhode Island, and he was kind enough to invite me down to the land of beaches and waves for the day. I didn't bring my big camera on the race, which turned out to be a good idea; despite our slow start due to lack of wind, the breeze picked up by the afternoon, and suddenly the decks were awash in waves and everything, including me, was soaked and sun-drenched. And I was about as happy as I could possibly be (more after the jump).

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Wilder Musings + Pictures: Happy New Year + Apple Picking

This past weekend I went up to Maine for the holiday Rosh Hashana, which is the celebration of the Jewish new year. Fall snuck up on Maine since I left for the summer; the humidity of August had fled, leaves were thinking about changing color, and the sunlight was clearer. So, so clear. It made the trees look like cutouts against the sky. The wind came from the North all weekend--a sure sign fall has really showed up--strong and erratic as it bounced over the mountains before hitting the ocean in gusts (more after the jump).

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Wilder Style: Hoist Away Bags

The Codman Estate in my hometown of Lincoln, MA used to be the summer home of the well-to-do Codman family in the 1700s and1800s. It has since been made a museum, and the farm next door to the stunning house was the site of many a childhood flirtation of mine. The annual fair found my little girl friends and me chasing boys around a pigsty while trying to steal their hats, the "Fall Feast" involved some dangerous accusations of crushes as we all ate our potatoes and farm-raised meat, and the pick-your-own flower garden was home to furtive hand-holding (more after the jump).

Friday, September 7, 2012

10 Things I Like + Wilder Words: F. Scott Fitzgerald, On What To Do?

As I try to figure out some next steps in a few different areas of my life, I constantly have to remind myself to slow down, to take everything one day at a time. It's so easy to fall into the trap that Fitzgerald describes here; to get so obsessed with finding answers and knowing what will happen next. If I let myself go down that rabbit hole, worrying about one afternoon easily snowballs into a freak-out concerning the greater trajectory of my life and whether I'll have granite counter-tops in 30 years (I better--more after the jump).