L’shana tova. Although I am not the most observant of Jews, I adore this Rosh Hashanah greeting “for a good year.” To me, September feels like a much more natural time to celebrate the coming of a new year than January 1st. Everything feels fresh and new in September, there is a palpable excitement in the air. September is when I find myself more likely to take on resolutions and habit changes. For example I have FINALLY gotten back into yoga. After making it one of my New Year’s resolutions last winter, I have just now gotten into a good yoga groove. To me it is no coincidence that this change finally stuck in September, not January. The combination of “back to school” plus Rosh Hashanah plus my early October birthday makes me want to take on new challenges this time of year. By January I am cold, a little tired, and in hibernation mode!
The early weeks of September are all about transition for me. From a slower paced August with lots of vacation time to a fall filled with events, meetings, and projects to work on. From breezy shorts and sundresses to more tailored pants, skirts and jackets. From barely there makeup and air-dried hair to a slightly more refined every day look. They are all changes that I welcome; yet sometimes the transition itself can be a little sticky. This time of year I always find myself asking questions like what is my basic fall wardrobe? What are my go to fall meals? I know by early October I will be in the swing of it and fully ready for everything autumnal.
The weather has shifted. There is a chill in the air. This morning I woke up to a clear, blue Tuesday. Always a little eerie on this particular day. I have lived in downtown Manhattan since I was 14 years old and can remember the events of another beautiful Tuesday, eleven years ago like yesterday. I was in college in Boston at the time. On Tuesday mornings I had acting class at 9:30. I remember walking into the studio and hearing buzz about NYC, planes, and the WTC. Being a zealous student I was mildly annoyed at the chatter and wanted nothing more than to get down to work. A few minutes later it was clear that there would be no class that day, or for most of that week. I remember hours and hours spent at a friends apartment glued to the television. I remember desperately trying to get through to my mom in TriBeCa. I remember the relief when I finally did. I remember when the news came through that lower Manhattan would be closed to those without ID proving they resided there. My driver’s license had my Boston address on it. I would not be going home for many weeks. When I finally did you could still smell burning in the air. That lingered for a very long time.
When I find a product I love I immediately want to share the discovery with everyone I know. Such was the case when I discovered Soapwalla Deodorant Cream. As I have previously exclaimed here this stuff is truly amazing. I have tried many, many natural deodorants and NOTHING can stand up to a hot NYC day or a Soul-Cycle double like Soapwalla.
It’s nice to be home. Yesterday I came home to my apartment after a full month’s absence. Driving down the West Side Highway I could feel a little of the usual stress and anticipation creep into my shoulders. Whenever I come back to NYC from a vacation I always feel like I have to switch into high gear and be super productive. This urge is most prominent for me after Labor Day Weekend. With the city in full back to school mode I feel like now is the time to start on those new projects I have been thinking about all summer. My goal this fall is too approach all of my projects with the sense of calm and relaxation I had while away in August. Stress never did anybody good!
Labor Day weekend is always a bit bittersweet. There is already a chill in the air and for the past few nights I have been wearing a light jacket to dinner. I am very excited for the fall season ahead but am sad to say goodbye to summer. This weekend we will be traveling via car and three ferries to a very dear friends wedding on the Connecticut shore. It should be quite a site to see us trek across both forks of Long Island and the Long Island Sound in a car packed to the brim including two adults and one small dog! It will be fun to spend the last few days of summer “vacation” on the other side of the sound, New England Style!
This last week of summer “vacation” has left me overwhelmed with feelings of nostalgia. Although it has been many years since the first week of September meant back to school I still feel the same sadness for summers end (and the same desire to buy school supplies). Also, this week is the Hampton Classic which has made me miss my equestrian days quite deeply. I was a committed horseback rider for most of my childhood and teenage years. While I competed in many horse shows up and down the East Coast the Hampton Classic was always one of my favorites. I may stop by tomorrow or Friday and watch some of the classes I used to show in. It has been far too long since I’ve been to a horse show!
A few months ago a friend asked me why I didn’t have many recipes with tomatoes on my blog. It was April and the answer was obvious to me. I don’t eat tomatoes outside of the late summer months. Tomatoes are one of the fruits that just don’t taste at all the same when they are not perfectly in season. Few food experiences gross me out more than biting into a mealy, tasteless slice of tomato. Ugh!
I cannot pinpoint the exact moment, but sometime in the last two weeks I developed a peach obsession. It all started over a family dinner out one night. My stepmother mentioned she had bought the most delicious peaches at a farm stand in Bridgehampton (about 15 minutes away from me). She couldn’t recall the name of the stand but knew the location and raved about these peaches so much it peaked my curiosity. Then, that weekend at a lunch with my dad, Doug, and his parents my stepmother served some of the peaches she had been raving about. Wow! These were truly the best peaches I have EVER tasted. I had to find the stand and get some for myself.