sometimes i enjoy a leisurely pace (saunter), sometimes it looks like someone injected adrenaline into my system (speedy). it’s a constant fight between the city/country girl in me; the two can never truly reconcile.
we all know the economic arguments for ‘shopping local,’ but i guarantee you’ll be surprised at how much better your neighbors’ wares are than big brands’ ie. Forthave Spirits make an incredible campari brewed right in brooklyn, ‘My Dad’s Chips’ in DC are better than Lays, the lady on 14th and 1st sells tamales that knock my little socks off PLUS it’s just fun to try something new
