Happy Fridayyyyyyyyy, Hart Beat! We did it. To celebrate Friday-eve last night after Barr class I decided to treat myself to a post-workout pre-weekend manicure. To be honest, Hart Beat, before this year I had never had a manicure. I love me a good pedicure but manicures just looked so high maintenance and dependent on picking a baller color that I just stayed away.
I don’t know what happened this year but all I’ve been noticing on the New York subway and Instagram lately has been all the different nail colors. The one that has kept my attention this spring is the weird orange color you can see above. And! Guess what! That’s me! Those are my nails. I took a took the gamble last night and now I’m lovin’ them (in a non Ronald McDonald kind of way).
What do you think? It’s a very strong color and to be honest I didn’t love it at first but I’m whooooooof it’s pulling at my heart strings this morning.
I know the manicure can only last week with my lifestyle so I need help! What’s the color your seeing on everyone right now?
Photography by Pedro Rodriguez for Hannah Hart Beat.
P.S. Mug from the Food52 Shop and my rings I’ve written about here!
Hi Hart Beat. I’m back! I’ve got lots of beautiful surfing and beach photos to share but first things first, I want to talk about a purchase that I made before leaving on my trip. I’ve always admired French women for their chic style (who doesn’t really) and one thing I’ve been aiming to add to my closet is a simple French market basket. And praise be to the internet gods, I found the perfect one Hart Beat! After some intense google searching I ordered my bag from a site called Maison de Kristine Country French Style. The bag is pretty big but still easy enough to carry under your arm. Plus, and here’s the kicker, it has two different leather sized straps so you can carry it exactly how you want.
And here’s the kicker. It’s not just a beach bag! I’ve been using the bag two ways. The first, in the top photos, is obviously as a summer tote. Feeling French on the beach is A+. But, I know most of you reading this and, hell, I’m writing this, are living in a non tropical location where there isn’t need for a beach bag right now. Well, it doesn’t matter! Before leaving and since coming back I’ve found the perfect second use for the bag.
That’s right, as a bed side “table”! Pedro and I live in a small one bedroom apartment in Brooklyn so everything we have has (or tries to have) multiple uses. Since I love this bag so much I didn’t want to pack it away into the closet and not see it during the winter months. Since I have yet to find a bed side table small and simple enough to fit next to my side of the bed, I’ve been using the beautiful basket instead. Now I get to see the bag every day and it keeps all my bottles of lotion, books, computer cords and knitting all in one place. Win win.
Evening Hart Beat. What are you up to? Pedro and I are plowing through season two of The X-Files (still going strong👊) and I’m getting back to knitting the sweater I started last month. While sitting here knitting I started thinking about how I got started with the hobby originally and thought it might be something you’d like to read.
I’ve mentioned it here before but over the years I’ve had struggles with depression. This winter I have been loads better (!) but I’m still finding myself doing things that were habits or projects picked up from when I was sick. Things like the vacation that my mom and I take, while now greatly appreciated, is something that used to be prescribed.
Knitting is another habit that I picked up over the years. When I first started it was really a way to do something with my hands while I repeatedly binge watched Friends or How I Met Your Mother. Knitting is repetitive and consistent. It doesn’t take a lot of thought, especially when your just knitting unnecessarily long scarfs like I was at first.
Before this year, I had never knitted anything I would gift or even wear myself. I still have totes full of unfinished projects stored at my parents house. This fall though I thought it was time to try something more difficult. That’s how I ended up with this sweater here.
The sweater in progress.
It’s a amazingly soft, grey-tan (my favorite hue) turtleneck sweater and I can’t wait to rep it out of the house. Pedro calls it my Drizzy sweater and he may not be wrong. Either way, it means so much to me this year. I’m not sad knitting this time and I think I might finish it before winter is really over. My security blanket 2.0 as I’m thinking about it. Cheers to happy times, Hart Beat.