it was one of those stuff-yourself-full-with-every-bit-of-tastiness-and-happiness-that-you-can-manage type of weekend. you know, the kind that involves six types of pie, a ramones onesy, and that cowgirl-themed baby shower you always wanted to go to. and by six types of pie, i mean seven, because stoop got crack pie. i got a bagel bomb and we called it a day. actually no we didn't because then we ate tacos and spaetzle and oysters, too. it was one of those weekends where each thing i ate, i thought it was the best thing i'd ever eaten. but then i ate the next thing, and that only got better. "one of each dessert," he said! always a good idea. {and the best is yet to come...} but it wasn't all food: there were flea markets and silk tops and sunnies as well. beautiful walks, a beer garden, babies, political banter, book presents, and three sets of sisters! why, oh why, must we shed our weekend warrior shields and badges? stoopie and company, come back!

-yeh!!!

i'm not actually convinced that fall is here for good yet.

it came quite abruptly, no?

either way, i acted like fall this weekend.

i put on my big fat scarf and rode around town...

i swung by the hester street fair to eat a sweet onion schnitzel,

made a mental note to make punkin bread this week,

and observed the leaves for signs of color-changing. none yet!

and then i rode off to long island city for my first trip to p.s. 1,

which was disappointing because i actually think that

i'm one of those dumb people who the smart visual art people

look down upon for not understanding their work.

so i rode to greenpoint and ate a peter pan donut...

and then made some art of my own

with wood shapes and things i found on the ground.

i also watered some plants,

ate a pancake,

and played around with silly camera settings...

and did a very unfall thing by way of

trying a million zillion flavors of frozen yogurt at sixteen handles.

it was pretty much the perfect weekend.

except for when i had to cough every five seconds during a 30 minute babbitt piece at greg's recital. which is a lot of having to cough, and a lot of fearing to be that person that coughs during the babbitt.

but who needs cough drops when you have the corner taco truck.

-yeh!

babystoopiejcfumemesteenkristen{weekend}

scarves + schnitzels