a craft of his own.

a needle, a razor, and some worn-down pencils.

NYMag always has some of the most interesting articles and it is just the perfect light-hearted little brother to the NYTimes. Today, while perusing through the site, I came across this.

Behold, Pencil-Tip Sculptures by the talented Dalton Ghetti:

And the most insane of them all (my mind can't get a grasp on this one):Is this not one of the most incredible creations you have ever seen?! The more I scrolled, the more excited I got to see what other amazing miniature sculptures his fingers whittled out of the lead and wood of a pencil. Insane!

On a different note, I am on a mission to find the perfect pair of solid, red, suede, close-toed pumps. Hold your breath ladies and feast your eyes on these beauties:

Christian Louboutin Decolette Pumps in Red Suede

Yves Saint Laurent Tribute Pumps in Red Suede

Lanvin Red Patent and Suede Pumps

Ugh. My heart is literally pounding from all the gorgeousity in this post. Cl, YSL, and Lanvin have done good. Too, too good. Too, too bad I can't afford any of these magnificent shoes. Here is a pair I CAN afford:

Steve Madden Trinity Pumps in Red

Steve Madden did alright too, I guess. Oh how dearly I wish I can make like Dorothy and click my Louboutin heels to find my way home.

There's no place like home...

Cheers,

Cheryl

a week and a half.

will it feel like a year?
a day?
or will it feel like a week and a half?

I see my boyfriend almost everyday. It's been 5 months and we are still very much in our beginning stages. He is wonderful. The longest I haven't seen him is 3 days when he went on business to Chicago. Today, he left for another business trip to Los Angeles/Las Vegas and won't be back until next Thursday. You're probably thinking, "oh shut up, you'll see him on Thursday." Well, no. I am leaving for Haiti next Monday and I won't be back until the following Saturday. We will not see each other for a week and a half! How devastating!

Sigh.

I'm going to miss him. I miss him already.

Then again, I probably won't have the time or energy to miss him while I'm in Haiti.

Cheers,

Cheryl

quick thought #14

Kanye West got so much sh*t for the whole Taylor Swift incident and people think he's an arrogant bastard, but I still think he's effing awesome.

New favorite website: twitter.com/kanyewest

for the love of my husband.

how far is my pride
willing to go for a man?

I was talking to my mother on gchat the other day and smack-dab in the middle of our conversation, she cuts me off and says, "sorry g2g ttyl!" (yes, my mom is up-to-date with the online lingo). Before she hurriedly signs off, I ask her, "where are you going?!" and she replies with "daddy is home! g2g make dinner!" Geez-louise.

My family is pretty traditional in the sense that my daddy does not really do much around the house. He works hard and long at the office and comes home, changes his clothes, and plops himself down on the couch to watch ESPN/Golf Channel. I've seen fathers do laundry, do the dishes, even wipe floors, but nope! Not my dad. He takes out the trash occasionally, does all the outside grilling, assembles/disassembles some furniture from time-to-time, but other than that, he doesn't really do much around the house. Now, that's not to say that he is lazy and unhelpful-he does whatever my mom asks him to do (albeit complaining the entire time), but rarely willingly does any chores around the house. Mommy does traditional "mommy duties" and daddy does the traditional "daddy duties."

When I was younger, I told myself that I won't ever be the ideal housewife; I could never do what my mother does. I want to have a career, make my own money, be independent, have a housekeeper and not do all the cooking and cleaning like a stereotypical housewife does. Doesn't the majority of 21st century young girls have this mentality?

Lately, my sentiments about the whole housewife thing has changed everso slightly.

Will I too, one day, be able to drop everything I'm doing to go cook my husband a meal?

Highly doubtful, but who knows. If a woman can change a man, a man could definitely change a woman.

Cheers,

Cheryl

big strong men.

are definitely,
angels sent from heaven on moving day.

I have to be completely moved-out of my current apartment by tomorrow. I am moving from the Financial District to the East Village (not too far of a move), but it is still the biggest struggle all the same. Beds, dressers, desks, sofas, TVs--these are some of the pretty average items we (my female roommate and I) had to move. Luckily for us, we have some big, strong, pretty awesome men in our lives, willing to share this struggle with us.

My boyfriend, my roommate's older brother and his friend did everything. My roommate and I just sat around, watching the cars, looking pretty. They were hungry, tired, sweaty, sore, and pretty pissed off, but spent a good 5 hours moving all our furniture using a pick-up truck. My new apartment doesn't even have elevators so you can imagine what they had to go through. I am everso grateful and utterly indebted to you, men. Much, much love and many, many thanks.

At least you got a work-out out of it?

Cheers,

Cheryl

jjank accents.

where there are jjanks,
there are bound to be jjank accents.

The corporate team at our law firm does a lot of work with businesses in China so we have a good number of Chinese attorneys at our firm. Only one of them speaks English without a Chinese accent and the others all talk like they work at #1 Noodle House or Lo Mein Fo Yu. Every. single. one. of. them.

I cannot deal.

An attorney just asked me to draft 13 cover letters and it took me about 25 minutes to fully comprehend what he needed done. 15 minutes to make sense of his horrible English and another 10 minutes to get over the shock of how long his effing nails are. Maybe I should leave a nail-clipper on his desk tomorrow morning. Is that rude?

I hate jjank accents. I'm sorry but I really, really do.

Cheers,

Cheryl

saying farewell to nyc.

oh, heavens no! not me!
only a few of my dear friends... :(

My close girlfriends and I all went to New York University and we wholly embrace New York City in all its glory and glamour to the fullest. I'd say the 5+ years spent in the Big Apple during our late teens and early twenties have definitely molded us into strong, fearless, wild New Yorkers. That being said, I never even dreamed of any one of us ever leaving.

Alas, two of us have. LP and JY. We (myself, the other girls, and NYC) will miss you dearly.

LP has moved her dog-lovin' ice-princess self over to Salt Lake City, Utah from the iron-grip of the Financial District in Manhattan, to join the Mormonic boys and gals over at the GS office there. And JY has uprooted her bohemian tush, along with her bubbling hyperactive personality, from the hustle-bustle of Union Square and will be living amongst the quiet folk of a small suburb in Maryland. I shed quite a few tears and really don't look forward to shedding any more.

WHAT IS GOING ON?! Why are some of my dearest friends leaving me and leaving New York City?! This entry makes me feel especially like Carrie Bradshaw when Miranda relocates to Brooklyn or when Samantha relocates to California (I think it's because I've been watching SATC reruns due to the fact that I've lost cable connection at my apartment). We're still young and still dreamin'... why can't our dreams stay where they started?

I guess I'm just glad none of these moves are permanent. I can only hope the rest of you stay.

Cheers,

Cheryl