To my Favorite Sneaks

To Pristine Converse Sneakers,


Unless you are brand new out of the box shoes- I am sorry your owner doesn't love you enough to actually use you the way you were meant to be used. That's the thing about sneakers... they get dirty, and worn, and scuffed up, and sometimes the canvas gets holes in it. Then you buy new ones. That's how the makers stay in business.

Of course there is a fashionable look about pure black and white, or whatever color combination you favor- but I believe in letting your shoes get scuffed. I look at my feet right now (cupcake converse) and see that I've had a lot of fun in these shoes. They've been to 3 states, 4 different jobs, half a dozen improv stages, and I don't even know how many museums. I actually wear my shoes.

Love,
Kate
(owner of lots of converse)

To a Day of the Week

Dear Wednesdays,

I want you to know that you are pretty cool. You are more than just a mid week milestone. You are a nice day, all by yourself. Who started calling you humpday? Huh? That has an overwhelmingly negative tone. Don't take that kind of garbage Wednesday! You are not just a 'hump' to get past. You are a nice day to enjoy.

Really, if we're going to be dirty, 'humpday' is a totally fab date night. What could be more refreshing than a middle-of-the-week drink with a friend? (I said drink, not plural, don't go crazy- it's only Wednesday.) So let's go with this new image Wednesday- out with the dumpy humpy blah-day, and in with the chic, two drink max date night!

Love,
Katie
(got wasted on a Wednesday once)

Thruway Driving

To the New York State Thruway,

I miss you, old friend. It's been too long since I've been able to cruise the open road from one end of the state to the other. Sure, I hop over to Rochester pretty often- but that hardly counts.

I don't miss you being under constant construction- but who am I kidding- that's part of who you are! Delays, speed traps, pot holes, and out of state drivers. Each little thing prolongs our time together.

I grew up riding from Long Island to Buffalo and back, watching NY outside my window, and it's no coincidence that a long fast drive with music blaring always calms me down.

With Love,
Kate
(what's the speed limit here?)

Carrot Cake

To Every Carrot Cake that isn't My Mother's Recipe,

I'm deeply sorry to say this so bluntly- you aren't as good as my mother's carrot cake. It isn't that you are a bad cake, but you are just not up to my standard. Having a slice of you is actually worse for my health than a slice of chocolate cake would be- because I almost always have to go home and bake a decent carrot cake for myself, and then eat it. Personally, I don't understand why so many so-called carrot cakes don't actually have carrots in them! Orange cream cheese frosting does not a carrot cake make. So I say this without being glib, The Carrot Cake is a Lie.

Sincerely,
Kate
(an avid cake eater)