Last weekend a group of us went to Cape May to celebrate my good friend Jess’ birthday. As a lifelong Cape Cod vacationer, I find myself comparing each beach town that I visit to the one I call home for two weeks out of every year. Cape May is unique in that nearly everyone seems laid-back. (Arriving around 5pm on a Friday, my initial thought was: Does anyone out here lounging on their porch have a job?)
On Friday night, we enjoyed live music at Carney’s and unintentionally crashed a reunion for the class of 1994.
We spent an afternoon and a half browsing the quaint shops for artwork, souvenirs and gifts. I picked up these peanut-butter covered pretzels for dessert at the Cape May Peanut Butter Company.
I picked up this banana toy for my cat, Dots, at Dog Days, a specialty dog store that also has a corner of items for cats.
Many of the stores carry great artwork, prints and inspirational quote cards that are perfect for decorating an office. I liked this one:
The Cape May Winery lets you sample six different wines for $6 and has a great selection of gifts for wine lovers. We enjoyed a delicious brunch at The Mad Batter without having to wait too long on line. There is usually a line down the street for a table!
Another fun place to go shopping is The West End Garage for handmade, vintage, antique and thrifted items.
If you visit, be sure to check out the beautifully colored victorian houses and Congress Hall (which also has shopping indoors, and pretty jewelry!). On October 11, there will be a Lima Bean Festival.
Dior Nail Glow is one of my favorite nail products. It’s meant to enhance the white tips of nails in a french manicure, but I use it for a wash of pink on bare nails to make them look fancy. For more nail art, tutorials and polishes to try, follow my NAILS board on Pinterest.
Welcome to Pink Friday, a new feature in which I share my favorite pink finds from all around the web. For more pink, follow my All Pink Everything board on Pinterest.
I stumbled on some interesting looking accessories in a snapchat by Lucky magazine Editor-in-Chief Eva Chen, so I checked out the recently-posted Moschino Spring 2015 fashion slideshow on Vogue UK for myself. I love what I see. The show was Barbie-themed and, according to the review, “Barbie Girl” by Aqua, one of the monumental party anthems of my youth, was played as the models walked the runway.
My favorite look is the printed sweater tunic with “Moschino” printed in the classic Barbie font, with the head-to-toe Elle Woods look coming in a close second. Obviously, there isn’t anywhere I could actually wear these clothes, but a little fashion fantasy never hurt anyone.
Photos from Vogue UK.
Welcome to Kimberly’s Burn Book, a feature in which I complain about things that annoy, irritate, or frustrate me. (We have a lot of ground to cover.)
I wish there was a polite way to tell a stranger that his or her ringtone is supremely irritating and should be changed. What is the deal with landline ringtones? That BRRRRINGGG… BRRRRRRIIIINGGG… It’s so obnoxious!
Maybe it’s because I find the landline-ring-as-ringtone particularly irritating, but it seems like everyone who uses this ringtone can never find his or her phone when it is ringing. Don’t be this person: the one person whose phone goes off during a movie, wedding ceremony, important lecture, etc. The offending person digs through their bag, and digs and digs and the ringing gets louder because the phone is nearing the surface of the bag, and everyone around them is thinking WILL THEY JUST SHUT OFF THEIR PHONE ALREADY? Landline-ring-as-ringtone users are almost always this person.
Landline ringtoners (I’m shortening the nickname) also tend to talk on their phones in public just as loudly as their phones ring. Is it so much to ask that more people adopt text messaging and cut down on noise pollution? I know it’s not realistic to expect silence in public places like parks and stores, but these extraneous conversations can be such a nuisance sometimes. I was in the store today and one woman whose ringtone grated my ears was loudly spelling her email address over the phone (another pet peeve of mine), but admitted she “wasn’t great at checking it.” To quote Simon Cowell’s response to William Hung’s declaration that he had no professional vocal training: “Well, there’s the surprise of the century!” I know it must sound like I’m describing someone who is at least 70 years old, but this woman didn’t look older than her mid forties.
That loud ring is like an alarm bell, warning unsuspecting passers by that they are about to be subjected to an inane and irritating conversation. Even the simplest of flip phones offer multiple ringtone choices, many of which are less intrusive to your neighbors. For the love of everyone around you, please pick one. Better yet, put your phone on vibrate.