Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Smells like summer camp to me.
Why is it that whenever girls graffiti a cabin there's all this stuff about love? It's actually quite lovely and reminds me of all the hope you have when you are young.
As it turns out I'm pretty handy with a kayak and if you like arrows, well how do you them arrows there? Anywhere in the yellow gets celebrated as a victorious bulls eye to me. And of course, there was beer.
I loved it. And I'll do it again.
Thursday, May 26, 2011
The impossible has happened.
Cornpuddin' and I are setting out for a camping trip this weekend.
Stop laughing, wiseass. We are so going to rule at this.
Be back soon and have a lovely weekend!
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Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Hmmm. Not quite digging this new blogger lay out. Stay with me while I get the hang of it.
But you know what I do love? My flow-y trousers! Easily one of the best purchases this year. Looking elegant was never so effortless! I wore these to my job on my birthday with a simple striped shirt, fully expecting to be overdressed for the occasion. When the executive producer looked me up and down smugly, I shrugged my shoulders and said "if you can't dress like a hippie on your birthday, when can you"? Then, we both laughed.
Trousers from Topshop . Becks, has them too. Because she's awesome.
Collage from Refinery29.
Monday, May 23, 2011
Still loving summer blues.
I need some art in my living room desperately and I'm thinking that cloud snapshot will fill the void, pasted on a giant canvas. What say you, small but lovely audience? And where's the best place to get digital photos blown up on to giant canvases?
Thursday, May 19, 2011
I said "no presents" Peas.
But thank you.
Another birthday, another year. Wiser? Haha. You obviously don't know me very well if you thought that. Wisdom doesn't come with years but experience. But more mature about some things, yes, I'll take that. And like this precious, clean scent Tamboti Wood by Susanne Lang, I feel a bit sacred, like an African tree.
Monday, May 16, 2011
There are quite a few things in my closet where I can go through and attest that I will never regret spending money on the pieces (even when I'm broke). Rick Owens is by far one of those designers. No, you don't need everything he's ever made, but a few nice things never hurt anyone. This morning walking into work, I was flooded with compliments on the Rick Owens wrap I was wearing. I find in most cases rather than not, chatting with people about fashion immediately disarms them.
But the best was when I walked in to ballet class wearing the black jacket featured here, and a girl that I had previously smiled at and made chit chat with exclaimed, "Is that Rick Owens!!??"
I smiled grandly.
"Wanna try it on??"
Instant friends for life!
Sunday, May 15, 2011
One of the many pleasures of fatherhood is getting older and having your smartass children make fun of you. My father is no exception to this rule, as he seems to have grown a fondness for spilling food on his shirt. And boy do I laugh! Raucous, loud, obnoxious laughter.
But all that just means when the tables are turned and I spill melted butter down the front of my new H&M sweater dress, he laughs louder. Good thing it was $10 on sale!
Shoes - Aldo
Neckalce - Madewell
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Season after season La Garconne delivers a picturesque look book with great styling and fabulous photography. This season is no exception to the rule, because what am I if I am not a girl who enjoys wearing nice clothes while walking by the sea. What's your favorite thing about the summer? Here's a list of things I look forward to:
1. Swimming laps at the pool and exhausting myself in a satisfied manner.
2. Drinking a glass of orange juice in the morning.
3. Wearing my blue floppy hat.
4. Walking by the sea, somewhere.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Today, I wore my aviator sunglasses and didn't feel like a poseur.
"In the event of an engine fire, you exit first, than you and I will stay behind and try and put the fire out. Please run away from the plane and PLEASE go and get help", my instructor Casey, said with complete calm and emphasis on the word, "please".
At this point, we still ponder why we didn't quickly and quietly exit the plane, run towards my car and never look back.
"Wanna do something fun", Casey asked mischievously.
"NOOOOOOOO!!!", I shouted, the words echoing through my over sized headphones.
Remembering my manners, I calmed down and said,
"Well, it depends on your idea of fun". Turns out his idea of fun and mine at 2500 ft are very different.
Peas is meanwhile grinning from ear to ear in the backseat as I struggle to steer the plane against the wind while simultaneously holding down my lunch. But despite it all I felt this amazing feeling of elation.
Casey had explained on the ground that when he says "my plane", I am to take my hands off the yoke and let him resume control. When I felt my stomach could take no more, I turned to him and gravely declared, "YOUR PLANE", similar to how one might shout "not it" for a loathed chore.
"You might want to grab your bag in the back seat", Casey left off the end of his sentence, which went something to the tune of ". . . so you can puke in it". This was his way of diplomatically prepping me for a reasonably rough landing. We didn't have any motion sickness bags and I could feel my turkey sandwich, migrating north with every turn and bump of the plane. Peas compared it to riding in a '69 volkswagon bug . . . in the sky. Dear Peas my ever faithful friend who would climb in a plane with me at yoke, furiously emptied out the contents of my Knoll tote bag, because in the worse case scenario I was going to vomit straight into it.
For those of you that don't know, I am terrified of flying. So terrified I have abandoned quite a few vacations and work opportunities for the last eight years, stricken with fear. But deciding that enough was enough, I took matters into my own hands and ran straight at the problem in the most dramatic way possible (because that's just how I roll). It was one of the best days of my life. I highly recommend it. It's similar to driving a car, with absolutely no power steering.
And if you're interested in taking a lesson, I cannot speak more highly of the Washington International Flight Academy. Nice, capable staff and an enjoyable way to spend an afternoon. C'mon, jump right in.