I remember the lake lapping. I remember how sharp like a thorn was love.

I adore living in the city, don't get me wrong. It's full of undeniable energy, culture, 4:00am pizza deliveries, and the picturesque greeting card that I receive from the skyline on my way home from work each day never fails to render me awestruck.

However, something bubbles up inside of me when springtime decides to make its sweeping entrance. It begins with a small gust of warm wind that trickles through the screen of my open bedroom window to awaken me with its first cheek-kiss. From that point forward, I am left pining for open fields, abandoned house adventuring, lake picnicking, and silly weekend trips to tacky tourist locations, complete with awkward photos that never cease to haunt for years to come. Most of all, I long for a slow paced environment, where I can be a regular at the local diner, and not have to look left and right ten times before crossing the street.

Today, Justin and I had breakfast and then set off to spend the first warm afternoon of the year in Buffalo's Forest Lawn Cemetery (The sun seemed like a good idea for this extremely pale couple). It's certainly quite visible from the main road, however, as we ventured into its depths, we found ourselves worlds away from typical city behavior. It's much more massive than I initially thought, and we were barely able to cover even half of its grounds, or witness some of the notable people buried there: Millard and Abigail Fillmore, Rick James, Al Boasberg, Aretha Franklin's mother, the first wife of Irving Berlin, Frederick Cook, and Kristen Marie Pfaff, to name a few.

Afterward, we visited the central library so I could borrow Female Chauvinist Pigs: Women and the Rise of Raunch Culture which, so far, is an excellent book and had me nearly cheering in the middle of the library with the introduction alone. I'll be sure to let you know what I thought of the book in its entirety when I'm finished. Then we found the most quaint café called Second Cup that served delicious croissants and strawberry milkshakes (It just wasn't a coffee sort of day!). We found out that they host talent shows every Monday night, so a return visit is certainly in order!

Now, on to (a lot of) photos of our day!

Outfit Details:
Central Park West Dress: Modcloth, a gift from Justin.
Vintage hat: Local antique shop, for 75 cents!
Skirt underneath dress (It was an absolute necessity for this dress!): Thrifted.
Nude floral tights: Kohl's, Apt. 9.
Heels: Thrifted.

I was following the pack, all swallowed in their coats, with scarves of red tied 'round their throats.

The best little Thai restaurant in the city, walks in the snow, Elmwood Village lit by Christmas lights, silent films, caramel macchiatos at Spot Coffee, and Justin made for a lovely Monday off of work, if I do say so myself.

Unfortunately, our photo-taking festivities were cut a bit short due to a full memory card, dying battery, and most of all, creepy looks from the residents of the neighborhood we were walking in! Do bloggers ever really get over feeling silly during photoshoots?

My photo-woes were quickly dispersed, however, by the discovery of an about-to-open antique shop merely two houses down from my apartment! Excitmentexcitementexcitement.

Outfit Details
Lace Shirt: Thrifted
Scarf: Street vendor in New York City
Gray wool coat: Thrifted
Skirt: Lauren Conrad for Target *ashamed*
Tights: Vera Wang
Gray Mary Jane heels: Thrifted
Pink cameo necklace: Forever21






















For your wintertime listening pleasure, I give you "White Winter Hymnal" by Fleet Foxes, which has been playing on repeat in my head all day. This isn't the official video, but I ask you, how could I say no to this one, featuring clips of Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire? I submit that I possibly could not!

Buffalo Central Terminal

On Tuesday, we hopped in the car with the destination of Buffalo's abandoned train terminal. I see this magnificent building in the distance on my way to work every day, and with it's 17 story, art deco style architecture , it wasn't so difficult to locate without the help of our GPS. The building was in it's heyday from the late 1920's through the 1970's. In 1979, the owner of the building defaulted on his taxes, thus forcing a foreclosure sale on the terminal. The only bidder of the building certainly didn't preserve it's beauty, but instead sold many of the artifacts and generally allowed it to decay. This sent preservationists in an uproar, which the owner of the building responded with a "If you think you can do a better job, I'll sell it to you for a dollar." This worked out beautifully, because it is now in the hands of the Central Terminal Restoration Corporation, who purchased a few of the artifacts back, and hosts over 20 fundraising events a year in the terminal.

Exploring this building, it was nearly impossible not to feel connected to the glamorous clichés of traveling to New York City in the 1920's, and a small part of me hoped that when no one was around, the building magically transformed into it's former self, and was once again able to experience the hustle and bustle of the city. If only every abandoned building got to experience an end-of-the-Titanic-movie-moment, ha!


Outfit details
Dress: Forever21
Tweed Blazer: Thrifted
Gray fishnet tights: I really haven't the slightest idea
Pink Heels: Thrifted
Hat: Thrifted
Black, crinoline slip: Antique shop