strike your fancy

City slicker on island time - this is a collection of all my random photographs and daily thoughts including travel, food, sunsets, shopping, and whatever else I feel. My name is Rebecca and I'm currently based in Boston. I live out of a suitcase and drink lots of coffee.

"She is quick and curious and playful and strong. She is a voracious reader and a fantastic dancer. She saves old snapshots, but always loses her umbrella. Her emails pile up, but she never forgets to call her grandmother. She has $7 in change at the bottom of her handbag"

calendar + itinerary

3.15 New York, New York
3.20 Port Canaveral, Florida
3.21 Freeport, The Bahamas
3.22 Nassau, The Bahamas
3.25 Boston, Massachusetts (Home)
3.29 My Birthday
4.11 Los Angeles, California
4.15 Boston, Massachusetts (Home)
4.17 BHBA Third Thursdays
4.21 Boston Marathon
4.25 Memphis, Tennessee
5.03 New Orleans, Louisiana

Materialistic Wish List

[ ] Rag + Bone Hunter Boots
[ ] CHANEL Sunglasses
[ ] Michael Kors Essex Shoulder Bag


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All Nighter

Gah I’m so sleepy. Yesterday afternoon was spent reading the paper and catching up on the real world. I went out for dinner at one of my favorite restaurants in Beverly Hills, The Farm and had a lovely salmon dinner, got my bags, and then straight to the airport. Our flight was delayed and I spent the entire night/morning talking to a new friend who I was sitting next to on the ride home. You learn a lot about a person when you’re forced to sit with them for six hours! He was actually on the same flight as me when I was going to LAX on Friday. It’s really strange that we got seated next to each other because we had a lot in common. We both have connections to The Hamptons and Vineyard, we’re both focused on communications, major travelers (this man knows more about plane routes than anyone I’ve ever met), even our parents are in the same industry as well so we had loads to talk about. We didn’t fall asleep until what was about 4am and then I got home around 7 this morning. I’m so disoriented and it’s going to take time to adjust to the change. Coffee has been the best helper. I realized I misplaced my favorite Michael Kors watch and it was nowhere to be found. I had a mini heart attack. I’ve become so attached to it and I went to look at the time and it wasn’t there, I felt like I had a mini heart attack. Ended up calling the hotel and luckily it was turned in and they sent it out today and should be back on my wrist later this week. Mother also surprised me this morning with a little gift and got me these adorable tanzanite studs that I’m in love with.

In other news, the Boston Remembers service was on all day today so that’s what I watched. It’s so crazy that a year has already passed since the attacks, it feels like a couple months ago. And I’ll be here next Monday to experience the marathon and the energy that will be around. I’m really excited and happy I’ll be able to experience that…especially this year. Boston strong!

Weekend Getaway

My California weekend is coming to an end. I leave for home tonight, lose three hours, and my flight lands at about 6AM. Needless to say my sleeping schedule is going to be totally fucked up. I was just getting used to west coast time! In all honesty I am itching to get back home though. I know Beverly Hills like the back of my hand at this point and it’s no longer exciting or interesting to me. I did meet a way cute bartender at The Farm who gave me this coffee club card so guess who gets free coffee there?! Some old, wealthy stranger also tried prostituting me - wanting to take me out for “dinner” - Honestly, does something about me scream “hooker” ?

I was originally on shopping mission but ended up not finding what I was looking for (for what I was willing to spend. I’m not dropping 5k on a bag right now, thanks.) and my diet mostly consisted of macarons and veggie burgers. I did buy some cute wedge sandals from my favorite boutique, Spes Ultima Dea and before I head to the airport I might stop at Lucky Brand and pick up a pair of jeans.

It’s not about her…it’s about you.

I would like to thank you guys for making me feel better the other day when I was sort of ranting and being a conceited, lonely, mean girl. After some deep talks and deeper thinking I started reflecting about why I felt that way and blah blah blah. For some reason I was feeling attached and moody towards a guy I have no right to feel attached or emotional towards. I think it was a side effect of me being sick and not leaving my couch for days…and maybe I’m a little pissed at myself for feeling an ounce of attachment or jealousy at all. Just constantly remind yourself Bex, “It’s just sex, nothing else. You’re creating drama in your head”

In brighter news, spring is here and it smells like food trucks and maintenance men. When the gardeners and lawn people are out you know spring is around the corner because that means no more snow. Snow has officially turned to rain…and I’ve never been happier to see rain.

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