I've always loved this staircase.

Built in the late 1800s, some of this house has original features that are quite indicative of New England charm and architecture.

The staircase at the front of my parents' house is one of those features. It's much more alluring than the 1970s addition in the back of the house. I think there are too many layers of linoleum on the floor to count, and I really really don't know why the previous owners had a hot tub in what became my room over the kitchen.

That didn't make any sense to me at all.

Anyway. You can obviously see why I love the staircase. If you can't, duh. Seriously. You need help. 

A new job warrants a few new items in the wardrobe.

Red dress: Gap. Black Mary Janes: Nine West. Rock 'N Roll Necklace: My sister's.

Shades: Banana Republic (I ended up buying a similar and less expensive pair from Forever21). Red top: Forever21.

Monhegan Island

I am one tired tourist.

I'm losing my voice. My face is sunburned. My lips are chapped. My lobster from last night cut my finger open.

I also miss my Kev and Maddie very, very much.

But I'm having fun.

I spent the day on Monhegan Island with my parentals.

Then I made a quick trip to the mall with Sophia.

We bought coordinating jackets.

Here are about 6 kajillion photos for your viewing pleasure.

Leaving Booth Bay Harbor, Maine.

On Monhegan Island.

The D. T. Sheridan. It crashed on the shores of Monhegan back in the 40s. Poor little tugboat.

A dark storm rolled over the island about an hour before our ferry was scheduled to take us back to Booth Bay. 

It was a bit unpleasant. And so was almost tossing my cookies on the ferry when we were finally on our way. There has already been too much barfing on this trip!

Thankfully I held it in.

It was a good day.

Need I say more?

I am enjoying my vacation with my family.

It was worth the red-eye and puking in a little paper bag on the runway.

I have fallen in love with a razor. I've been a fan of Daisy's 3-blade disposables for a few years now. Probably... 6 or so.

Sam's Club doesn't sell Daisy razors in bulk. Lame. So I opted to try the refillable Schick Quattro for Women.

A-Maze-Ing. For the first time in years I didn't feel like I was dragging a rusty blade over my leg. Why have I been avoiding good razors? Why?!

I think I only spent $20 on a 13-blade pack. I used to spend at least $6 on a 4-pack of lame-o Daisy blades. I don't know why I was so ignorant for so long.

Please try these if you're not satisfied with your current razor. They're fantastic. And I like that it's pink. Pink is always good for me.