meet me in the garden

Last Tuesday, I blogged about juicing. On Tuesday night, Katie Gold told me about Arden's Garden.

By this Monday, I had been there five times.

Um.

I lived approximately one block from that place for seven months and never saw it. Why didn't anyone tell me!?

I.am.obsessed.

The juice. The smoothies. The granolas.

My life has forever changed.

On Monday, Gold and I did the Grand Slam, which comprises four shots, including wheat grass, ginger, lemon and cranberry. The ginger was a struggle, but I was pleasantly surprised by my feelings toward wheat grass. I thought it would bother me more. Supposedly, if you do the combination  consistently, it will clease your body, and eventually give you more energy than coffee.

I can't speak to that yet, but I can confirm that I've been dreaming of the spinach smoothie all day, and have found a solid solution to my kale woes.

If anyone wants to find me over the next few weeks, you know where to look. See you ITG (in the garden. Clearly...)

well hey wednesday

Dear weekend,

I'm not sure where you went, but you took Monday and Tuesday with you. You've left me in a state of shock - my mind still positive it should only be Saturday. And yet, you packed enough activities to span multiple weekends: the Toby Keith concert, moving day, a wedding, Muff visiting - and of course tackling every inch of our new house with vigor.

Thanks for being a really, really great two-day experience masquerading as a week long fest.

I can't wait to do it again in just two days.

Until then,
Whitney

nomad life


I'm 90 percent sure the woman who has printed all of my return address labels during the last year thinks I am running from the law.

And this weekend, I'm about to push any reasonable doubt out of her mind, as I prepare to move again.

Yessiree. Four homes in 10 months.

Officially fugitive status.

As Sally heads back to Mississippi, Melissa, Katie and I are merging our two two-bedrooms in Midtown into a three-bedroom in the Highlands.

As excited as I am, I'm sad to say goodbye to our Charles Allen home. It's been a happy, happy place, where so much has happened. I've been in love with the Highlands ever since I interned in Atlanta in 2008, so I know it's going to be a wonderful place to live, but I think we'd all agree that it's bittersweet - bitter to say goodbye to our backyard, Piedmont Park, as well as our friend Sally. But very sweet to begin another adventure in a happy three-bedroom.

I packed everything up last weekend (clearly) and am excited to take the plunge. Here's to hoping for a smooth move.

See ya on the flip side!


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