weekly wrap up (or, things that don't belong anywhere else)

These are the books I've read since May -- they all match. Completely unintentional. My mom, whose motto might as well have been "If you are wearing denim pants, you wear denim shoes and a blue shirt", would be so proud of me.

In New York, I bought this painting from an artist outside of the Met. On a scale of 1 to fanny pack, how touristy is that?

I don't think Ike likes our early morning photoshoots.

My Fourth of July was annoyingly festive. Even the laundry.