We’ll be back Tuesday. Have a great weekend!
As I have said before, making new friendships and strengthening existing relationships has been a wonderful and unanticipated by-product of blogging. One of the great new friendships I have made is with Kate of Art Hound and Buy Some Damn Art. Together, she and I are hosting an offline series for NYC bloggers, e-business owners and women passionate about creating and exploring online. If you live in NYC and fall into one (or more) of these categories, I hope you can join us.
While there are a million ways to connect online via Facebook, Pinterest, etc., the reality of blogging or running an online business is that it can be isolating! Taking It Offline is a meet-up for women in NYC who are pursuing their entrepreneurial or creative passions online (or who wish to start doing so in the future). If you’d like to meet other NYC bloggers or business-owners, get feedback on your awesome ideas for a blog/business, ask silly questions about WordPress or just socialize, join us for the first Taking It Offline from 2-4 p.m. on April 27th. Location address to follow RSVP. Visit our Facebook event page.
Happy Birthday, Farrell! Wish I was there to celebrate with you. Love you! xo
*image via here
Pretty much our whole family has caught some sort of bug that’s kept us in bed for the majority of the past 24 hours. We’re resting up and will be back soon.
We’re hanging out here in Northeast Ohio post blizzard with a solid mix of family and friends. We’ve asked everyone we’re with to contribute to today’s post. I’ve started off with the first line of a story which everyone has completed one at a time, sentence by sentence.
When we first arrived we had an entirely different sense of what was to come. We had expected a party, but what we found was a man, dead on the floor. Empty bottles of wine and 3D glasses littered the ground. Amidst the silence, we heard a loud screech from above. The man whom we assumed was dead slowly began to rise his stiffness giving way to fluidity as he began to dance about the room. No one really seemed to mind as he danced passed us and out the door like he was late. His Santa Claus outfit was stained, and his face looked strangely familiar. It was then, as we watched him walk down the driveway, that we realized who the man was. We had all been to Marc’s earlier in the day to capitalize on the post-christmas deals, and had noticed the one-armed man dancing in his santa costume outside while singing hanukkah songs and half speaking of the imminent doom of the of the world.
But now, sitting back long enough to bask in the holiday hum, we scanned the room and realized that each of us had synced up our inner, individual glow with the fire in the home’s hearth. The suddenness of that collective realization brought panic: was the fire just what we had created and were watching and nothing more than tangible — or was it our communal exuberance that made combustion possible? Whatever the truth was, whatever the real importance of knowing that truth was, it dwelled in deep breaths.
(Image found via Pinterest)
It’s a double celebration at Sister Disco because today is also our one-year anniversary.
We’ve had so much fun getting this site up and running over the past year, and we’re really excited to see where the next year takes us. We are especially grateful to each of you who has contributed your thoughts, photos and playlists or allowed us to feature you as part of our Homie series. We couldn’t have done it without you. Thank you!
With much love,
Lauren & Farrell