January 2010
43 posts
December 2009
72 posts
http://marthastewart.com/recipe/struffoli... →
learn to make your own struffoli via martha’s method. we’d share ours but i’m pretty sure you need to marry a ripo to get your hands on my father’s secret recipe.
prezzie breakdown: not featured.
per sissy: watches galore. shoes + boots. books, books, books. per me: cardigan city. dynasty style sequins. tiffanys. a year supply of stockings.
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merry merry christmas.
boots that i’ve been coveting for the past five months are now mine, thanks to sissy claus.
i actually teared when i saw them. can one sleep comfortably in calf-high boots? i’m going to find out.
wishing all of you the very merriest as well!
Holiday Windows 2009: New York City →
mascarah:
(via simko) ILOVENYCSOVERYMUCH.
i met a man this year (at letterpress class) who worked for a window decor company. i was fawning all over him trying to get all the details when someone asked how far in advance they start the process.
the answer: December 26th.
dream job.
ever since i was a little girl..
only high-powered, neurotic, castrating manhattan career bitches wear black. is that what you want to be? - the only enjoyable line in stepford wives and tres approps for the riposisters.
more gingerfun. →
while we are prettyyy excited to make our gingerbread forest creatures this weekend, we cant help but be envious of these architects’ awesome decorating skills.
please don’t expect this level of adornment out of our gingermoose, sissy and i never did excel in our drafting classes.
a decade of olsens. →
style.com has some really fun year-end wrap up kind of stuff right now (voting for the best dressed femme of the decade? yes please) but by far one of the best articles has to be the retrospective of mk and ashley olsen. i’m generally team olsen, and have been ever since i discovered we shared a birthday, but even the toughest of critics could be swayed by this slideshow featuring the...
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lastnamepotism.
last night i spent a lovely evening at Riposo 46, a cute little wine bar on 9th ave. given it’s proximity to the times square cesspool, the place was not at all a tourist trap, and totally reasonable. of course given the fact that my last name is part of its name i probably would have loved it regardless, but to make it even MORE lovable during happy hour they even take 20% of bottles of...
“how extravagant you are, throwing away women like that. some day they may be...”
– can you guess what i’m watching?
what is it about this movie that makes it so good around the holidays.
want →
i’m in need of this glass log / tealight holder. actually, i’m in need of multiples, to stack up on the floor like real logs in front of the faux fireplace. and also, some led tealight candles because i’m petrified of fires.
things that sucked today:
when i decided i could break my ‘no-pressies-for-myself-during-holidays’ rule in honor of a 50% off alexander wang dress and then took so long to make my decision that it sold out.
fail.
alive.
after a full day of some serious bedfrest courtesy of a nasty bug, i’m back to join the living. still feeling a bit weak-n-woozey and thus massively uninspired.
i need to seriously rally as i have 3 days of holiday parties ahead, the first of which commences at 1pm today. followed by TWO consecutive days of ripo baking.
on the agenda for saturday and sunday:
gingerbread hippos, moose...
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truffle follow up →
while the ganache both tasted and set very well, the finished product was a disaster. i had a hard time with these truffles when i first made them a few years (at the time i used chai instead of earl grey) but the taste was so good i figured now, with some more cooking experience under my belt, i’d be able to master the construction. i swapped out tea entirely this time in favor of ginger...
hard at work.
printing/packaging/shipping out sets of our new ‘merry christmas from brooklyn’ design. exciting!
“And you know, I was thinking about the polar plunge. Aunt mary never did cardio.”
– my sister, in reference to the polar plunge we are considering for her 30th birthday and our (now deceased) elderly aunt who spent her summers smoking cigarettes on the beaches of coney island and her winters jumping in their freezing cold ocean as a member of the polar bear club.
sleigh bells.
as I was getting dressed in my bedroom this morning i heard a distinct little noise. sleigh bells! i figured I was imagining it so I continued on my way but occasionally i could still hear it. it took me an embarrassingly long amount of time for me to figure out that the realtor downstairs has some bells attached to his door. the truly embarrassing part? i first thought it was the beginning of the...
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