I'm as nowhere as I can be, could you add some somewhere to me?

As it's said that Chicago was built for fall, I've a hunch that Baltimore is built for spring--what with all the cherry trees (whose pickled blossoms are delish), sidewalk gardens (often full of a flower I've never seen before, which comes in a classic Crayola magenta), and gorgeous skies (with sheep-shaped clouds) who love showing off this time of year.

Today was the Platonic ideal of a spring day: crisp, sunny, warm, but with a moody bit of rain in the afternoon which started right as my neighbor Suzanne and I decided to buy waffle sticks dipped in chocolate and topped with Heath Bar crumbles and whipped cream.

We gobbled them up before they got soggy.

I ducked into my favorite coffee shop--one where the baristas know me by the nickname "Colors" because I am always dressed in different colors? Question mark to denote confusion regarding this topic.

Then, after the clouds recovered from their tantrum, I took a walk through my favorite neighborhood.

 (Right after I took this picture, a man appeared in the window. Seasoned expert that I am at extaordinarily awkward situations, such as that of pointing a camera at someone's face through his living room window, I quickly waved and then started running. Catch me on local news.)

(I have been this girl one million times.)

Got a bit of journaling done at my little oasis (it's not enough that I blog; I need to journal too. Can't get enough of myself, apparently.)

(Check out my hot new purse. Makes me feel like a Spaniard, or a businessman.)

Walked over this vibrant bridge into a new neighborhood.

(As I was taking these graffiti pictures, a gent began yelling at me in Spanish. Not having heard Spanish in about six months--have I mentioned I miss Mexican food?--I could not for the life of me understand him, so I just kept on my merry way, and eventually, so did he.)

I've spent the last few Friday nights at the Charles Theater, alone in the back row of a crowded showing. I find it especially enjoyable to bring my own merlot in a coffee thermos and buy a nutella crepe from next door. This is all fun and games until my barista asks on Monday morning, "Hey, do you want me to toss out this wine before pouring your coffee?"

The sweetest surprise came in the mail this afternoon! The story begins here: A few years ago, my dear friend Hannah sent me the anchor postcard pictured below, which I assumed she bought on an etsy site or at a posh boutique in Wicker Park. As a lover of both stationery and All Things Nautical, I always wondered where I could get more of its kind, but assumed I'd never see the likes of it again. Come to find out, my own friend Lauren made this card with her own two hands!

Given that she is my trusty penpal, plus a generous and artistic lass, she fashioned a few more of these cards for me in all different colors and styles, and I am ever so excited to use them. If you're on my Pen Pal List, expect one of these original works of art soon and very soon, and consider yourself very lucky to boast a Lauren original.

Springtime projects in store: 1) A Fire Escape Herb Garden, 2) Buy a Kite, 3) Find a route for walks at night that will not contribute to an untimely death. When asked where a gal could walk around after dark in this city, my co-workers replied, "Stay home and watch The Wire. It will have the same effect." Pish.