yaaaaaaaaaaaaay! meaux and az2dc are engaaaaaaaaaaaged. it all started with a hunch and some awkward pool and drinks at breadsoda. my faaaaaaaaves taking the next step together. love you both so much! xoxoxo
I said YES! :) After a VERY romantic evening at Blauw aan de Wal which included a surprise appearance by Ms. Carla Hall we made our declarations official. That’s one way to make a vacation memorable.
i have been searching for an elegant pair of cashmere-lined black leather gloves that will keep me warm as i walk to work while playing angry birds or texting. finally, i have found them! thanks, johnston & murphy!
dc pr girl: Obsession: The Cambridge Satchel
i’ve been looking and LOOKING for a great new work bag…thanks, abs! xoxo!
The Cambridge Satchel Company
The Cambridge Satchel Company has taken the world of fabulous trend bags by storm. Per their website, all of their bags are 100% European Leather and are “made lovingly in Britain”. We can’t go on our tumblr, twitter, facebook or blog roll…
some additions to my family of pink technology thanks to a wonderful bf and Fab! <3
dc pr girl: Black Friday 2011 Shopping Guide
Washingtonian Magazine and The Washington Post: DC Scout have assembled the ultimate Black Friday 2011 Shopping Guides for all deal craving DC, MD and NOVa shoppers this year. Check out the Washingtonian: Neighborhood Guide that showcases the best deals and steals in and around the…
A useful rape analogy
Bethany Beach, Delaware
Funeral Blues
By W.H. Auden
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
I love this poem! Heard it first in Four Weddings and a Funeral.
(Source: playingtothefirmament)
