Love Made Visible has a new look! Kind of. I’ve made just a few changes around here. As much as I’ve loved using Blogger over the years (Since 2001!) I recently discovered the joy of using WordPress through Nirali. Please take a look around. Some of the new features include: categories (26 to be exact!), forward and back buttons on each post page so going back to the index isn’t necessary, and an integrated search feature to find past posts easily.

Of course none of this would not be possible if it wasn’t for the fabulous Arun Kale who coded this custom theme for me. Blogger templates I can handle but PHP? Scary! Thanks so much to Arun.

Please let me know what you think in the comments. (Especially if you have browser issues.) Hope you like it!

Last month must’ve been the craziest month ever. Crazy at work and crazy at home… culminating in the mother of all moves for my sister and I… we moved to Astoria in Queens! My sister and I are now in the midst of decorating our new apartment. We love the area to death and our apartment most of all. Lately I’ve been toying with the idea of framing large scale fabrics behind glass in big white frames. I was so happy to see the new stuff from my favorite textile company, Marimekko. I love the combination of berry pink/red with chocolate in the above Fandango pattern. Looks so delicious.

Thanks so much Domino for making Love Made Visible an Instant Bookmark! I’m beyond flattered. Be sure to check out the two fab blogs that are also Instant Bookmarks this month: The Sartorialist and Domestically Inclined.

Congratulations to Mr. and Mrs. Roshen & Jeena Mathew on their marriage. I’m back from Dallas but swamped again. Hopefully I’ll be back later today. Pictures to come soon on Flickr. Edit: Pictures now up here.

I got stuck in Mexico for an extra day! We arrived to the airport to come back to the States on Monday and were told that we were bumped off our flight and that there were no other flights available until Tuesday afternoon. We were a bit nervous with the idea of the shady airline putting us up in a hotel but it ended up being the hotel pictured above. Gorgeous place, great food. We couldn’t stay mad for too long. So now I’m back but buried under the work that I’ve missed. I hope to get back to you all later today but in case not, you can see my pictures from my trip on my Flickr.

I am off to Mexico for my girl Jeena’s bachelorette party. I won’t be back till Tuesday but until then, peep the few photos I did manage to take at ICFF this year at my Flickr account. In my absence please visit Petri Dish, the lovely Joy, oh so Happy Mundane and Design*Sponge’s continuing coverage of ICFF (with video later this week!). Have a great Memorial Day weekend.

Grace totally made this brown girl blush. Thanks so much to Design*Sponge for the lovely mention this morning. Cupcakes are always a good thing.

That’s what you might be thinking. I’ve been compiling a monster list of links using a lovely service called Del.icio.us for a few months. Though the tagging is amazing, and the community is phenomenal, I was beginning to get overwhelmed in finding the links I was looking for without a visual aid. I decided (after, of course using the service for four months) that I’d come back to blogging but blog my links so the blog serves as a sort of digital scrapbook. Eventually all my links at del.icio.us will be here, illustrated wonderfully and (hopefully) utilizing a tagging service.

And the above? That’s a freaking awesome painting by Dave Chung. Dave’s work is fantastically funny and makes you wonder what the hell is going on. I love it all.

The girls in security seem to be quite happy despite the long lines at the checkpoint. “People keep to your LEFT! A single line to the LEFT!” People are anxious to get through and to the gate.

I show an attendant my shoes. “Girl, next time wear flatter shoes. You gotta take those off.” I put my shoes in a plastic bin, and hand them to her. She doesn’t seem to notice and instead fixates on a woman in a green sari barreling down the line.

The woman doesn’t seem to notice people protesting her shoving them aside. She moves to pass me and through the detector. “MA’AM! Where are you GOING!?”. The woman is stopped. She frantically looks at the sister. “INDIA!” she replies jubilantly, wide-eyed and excited. The sister rolls her eyes as the rest of the attendants chuckle. “Back of the line, ma’am.”

I stop a cab on Madison. He’s counting his bills, looking up he says, “Get in.” not noticing my two suitcases. “Sir, I need you to pop the trunk.” He obliges, I deposit my luggage and we’re off.

Weaving in and out of traffic, head out of the window cursing other drivers, nearly rearending a bus we pull up in front of Penn. The meter reads $9.10. Is this right? $11.20 to get from 108th and 2nd to 57th and Mad and $9.10 from 57th and Madison to Penn at 34th? “Miss you takin’ too long to pay me. I’m going to pull over across the street.”

The cab turns perpendicular across Sixth Avenue and clumsily pulls up in front of a waiting bellhop. The trunk pops and I notice the bellhop is going for my bag. “HEY! That’s MY bag! What the hell are you doing!?”

And I haven’t even gotten to the airport…