I'm the type of person to stay home, churn out my thoughts, get "blogger's block", cry and give up. Sometimes it's so difficult to wax on poetically about a photo I've taken. Lately, however, I've been going to cafés to cure my perfectionism -and it's been working. I get up, throw on whatever's the most comfortable (t-shirt dress, graphic tee, and jeans, big lumpy sweater) and head to my favorite Upper East Side joint. Maybe it's the change in scenery that makes my mind work. I like to think it's the people...and the refillable tea...and the waffles.