Dreaming of:
Listening to: everything by Leftover Cuties.
Repinning from: this badass chick.
Deciding to: take up painting.
Eating too much of this:
Drooling over:
(Gucci SS 2013- HELLO)
Laughing at:
I’m sending myself to bed.
XX
Here is a collection of things I feel like sharing with you this week.
First off, did you know you can do this to your dog?
Sad panda.
This bun tutorial has good information to store in your noggin, however, I tried it out and it did not work for me… Maybe my hair isn’t long enough? In any case, give it a whirl, or join me in buying one of these.
If you’re in NYC, I found this bar that gives you free drinks if it’s your name on “Name Night.” It’s on my way home from work so I’m keeping an eye on the calendar for Jessica night.
This video is awesome. I want to copy it blatantly, except in 20 years, I will be… 44, which disturbs and amazes me.
A Cup of Jo turned me on to this cool blog, Underground New York Public Library. Photographer Ourit Ben-Haim takes photos of New Yorkers reading on the subway and the results are unexpectedly captivating. I love how the photos capture the grit, intimacy and moments of solitude the subway offers. Also, there are cute boys:
If you’re in the mood to listen to the cutest interview in the history of humanity then click here.
Hello, hangover cures.
10 things you didn’t know about your dog.
That’s it for now.
Have a happy weekend. I’m counting down the minutes till Sunday night’s “Bachelorette” finale (obviously).
Hi honey buns.
I know. You’re pissed. You’ve seen no signs of me for exactly a month. No hellos, sweet nothings, sarcastic remarks, musings on the mundane melodramas of my life…
I hope we have the kind of relationship that just picks right back up where we left it, but in case we don’t, here are some images to make you happy. Consider them my present to you. They come sans rhyme or reason but we’re starting somewhere.
Wishing you tequila and sunshine this weekend,
Your freaky friend
Oh hi, honey bees. I’ve been neglecting you. I’ve gotten into completely zombie-like zone of stress and responsibility that has worn me out and sucked the frivolity of me. I never thought I would be one to require yoga, herbal anti-stress supplements and a regular amount of sleep but it turns out I totally am. My body has been so high maintenance lately- tension headaches, allergy attacks, lots of little surprises under the hood over here. You really want to hang out with me now don’t you? I am SO FUN! I wonder if I should change the tagline on my business cards to compulsive worrier with a stylish collection of food allergies and life-plan anxieties.
In other news, my computer caught on fire (mildly); I am going to learn how to sew (tentatively); and I got a fancy pants camera for Christmas! My intention with the camera was to take Time magazine worthy images to share with you lovely souls here on this blog but it turns out I don’t really know how to use my camera! Not really at all! So I’ve been reading the manual and eye-screwing the hell out of it, hoping it will warm up to me.
I haven’t done many outfit posts here for a couple of reasons:
- 1) If you don’t have a photographer boyfriend or personal life-slave it’s kind of hard to force people to conduct a photoshoot for you. No one really likes you enough to take countless pouty face pictures of you for free unless they’re sleeping with you. I solved this issue with a tripod. So, essentially you could say my tripod is my boyfriend. He’s tall, strong and silent, baby. Should we name him?
- 2) I didn’t have a camera. Now I have a camera that I don’t know how to use. Life’s cruel!
Ranting aside, I figured I’d share a few pics of the dress that’s been on heavy rotation for me this winter. It’s the ideal I-don’t-know-where-I’m-going dress because it’s easy to layer, short enough to be sexy with bare legs but long enough to be demure with tights and scandalous enough for nighttime when you show off the backless behind. Anyone that’s friends with me on facebook probably thinks I sleep in this dress.
Here we go daytime:
Dress: Wasteland; Fur vest: Nordstrom; Sunglasses: Ray-Ban; Necklace: Vintage; Tights: Drugstore
And nighttime:
Necklace: H&M
*I am not smiling because I am personally mourning the death of the holidays.
xx
I never understood that the holidays might be considered stressful until this year. Once I divided the amount of free weekend hours I have, by the number of presents I need to purchase I felt my large intestine twist into a a topknot bun of despair.
How in the hell are you supposed to get it all done?!?! How do you supress your road rage in the mall parking lot on a saturday afternoon?! How do you avoid the pitfalls of self- pleasure in your favorite stores?! How do you tell yourself that listening to “White Christmas” by Michael Buble over 300 times is unhealthy?! How do you avoid the itchiness of Christmas sweaters while still appearing festive?! (the answer to that last one is, of course, hair wreaths).
I’d talk to you about presents and what not but it’s giving me too much anxiety. Only words to the wise are: when in doubt go to Jonathan Adler- coffee mugs, ornaments, happy things.
Anyways, here are things on my mind right now:
1. PRESENTS, GIFTS, THE PERFECT GIFTS, THE PERFECT GIFT THAT SAYS “I LOVE YOU/ I HAVE GOOD TASTE/ I SPENT HOURS PICKING THIS OUT/ YOU’RE STYLISH/ LET’S JUST MAKEOUT WITH THIS STYLISH GIFT BECAUSE IT’S SO YOU AND IT MAKES YOU FEEL LIKE ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS” ( Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close anyone?).
2. blue walls:
3. positive thoughts
4. collars
5. velvet everything
What say you sugar plum?
images: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9
A few months ago I bought a frame at the Rose Bowl flea, mostly because it was gold and $2. At the time I didn’t realize I would have to get matting, glass and hooks to make the frame functional (it was early Sunday morning… I was probably hungover…) but as soon as I got home reality hit.
So, this little dumpling has been hanging out on my floor for quite some time, until I decided I’d make him into a jewelry and sunglasses display. Don’t expect any fancy DIY here my honey buns, this is amateur crafting. Anyways, here’s what I did:
1. Pour glass of wine
2. Gather flea market frame, sturdy gold string (found at Michael’s for $2… though I don’t really recommend going in there unless you want to be smothered to death by heinous Christmas decor), scissors and hot glue gun (not pictured).
3. Before you begin, realize that touching the glue that comes out of a hot glue gun is idiotic and to be avoided (see wine glass above).
4. Cut gold string to fit the length of the frame. Measure to the inside ledge of the frame for the cleanest look. Keep the string as taut as possible.
5. Glue string to sides of the frame and let cool.
* I chose to do two rows but technically you could do more depending on the size of your frame/what you’re hoping to display.
6. Repeat previous step for the second row.
7. Once the glue has dried, cut some string into small pieces and tie small knots on the framed string. This prevents all of your jewelry and sunglasses from sliding to the middle. I did a single knot on the top row (for my earrings) and a triple knot on the bottom row for my sunglasses.
*Don’t worry about the spacing of the knots, you can slide them about.
And here we have it:
Ways I could have done this better:
1. Not touched the glue
2. Kept my string tighter when gluing… the second line got a little saggy.
This isn’t the most earth shattering project but it definitely gave my little frame a purpose in life.
Stay tuned for some images of my full wall collage, featuring this humble frame and more…
xx
Me, In Other Forms
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