"A daydreamer is prepared for most things." -Joyce Carol Oates
4.29.2011
Weekend Forecast: The Hunt Is On
It's Friday and that, my dears, is reason to do your happy dance. I'm giddy as a toddler on an Easter egg hunt at the moment because this weekend I'll be apartment shopping.
Holy gumdrops, am I excited. Beyond.
I hope that once we find a place we can turn it into something that looks like this:
I'm starting to notice I like ethnic patterns, white backdrops, bold colors and a certain amount of quirk...
Wishing you the weekend of all weekends.
xx
PS:
Shaved ice does a body good.
All images via We Heart It
Holy gumdrops, am I excited. Beyond.
I hope that once we find a place we can turn it into something that looks like this:
I'm starting to notice I like ethnic patterns, white backdrops, bold colors and a certain amount of quirk...
Wishing you the weekend of all weekends.
xx
PS:
Shaved ice does a body good.
All images via We Heart It
4.28.2011
Woah, There's A Recipe On Here...
Don't get nervous or itchy- this is not a recipe in the culinary sense of the word but rather in the alcoholic sense (we all know I am not the full domesticated kind of girl just yet...).
There's a lot of things I like in this world. Two of them are mint and grapefruit. Mint and I are true pals, I drag her along everywhere, to many a parties, and I've hooked her up with her boy toy vodka- they make the most sassy of pairs.
Grapefruit, well, I mostly enjoy looking at grapefruit and thinking about how I like it until I actually bite into it and realize this is, um, quite sour. At this point I grab a pinch of splenda and all is well in the world (this is horrific if you are a fruit purist, I'm aware).
Anyhow, I stumbled upon this drink which combines both of my culinary crushes and figured, hell yes I'd like to add alcohol to this equation!
Here you go, courtesy of Miss Martha Stewart herself:
Grapefruit and Mint Mojitos
Ingredients
Makes 4
- 1/3 cup granulated sugar
- 1/2 cup water
- 1/2 cup packed fresh mint leaves, plus sprigs for garnish
- 1 ruby-red grapefruit
- 3/4 cup white rum
- 3 cups ice
- 1 cup seltzer
Directions
- Bring sugar and water to a boil in a small saucepan. Remove from heat, and add mint leaves. Let steep 10 minutes. Strain through a fine sieve into a small bowl, and discard mint. Let cool.
- Using a vegetable peeler, remove zest from grapefruit in long, wide strips. Place in a large glass, and add rum. Cover, and let stand for 30 minutes. Strain through a fine sieve intoa large glass measure, and discard zest.
- Cut away remaining pith from grapefruit. Cut between membranes to release segments. For each drink, place 2 to 3 segments in a glass. Top with 3/4 cup ice. Stir 3 tablespoons infused rum, 2 tablespoons mint syrup, and 1/4 cup seltzer in a glass measure, and pour over ice. Garnish with mint sprigs.
Daily Quote Dose: Poetry
"Poetry is a naked man, a naked woman, and the distance between them."
-Lawrence Ferlinghetti
image via we heart it
4.27.2011
I've Got A Crush: Shakuhachi SS 2011/12
I recently found Shakuhachi's newest collection titled "block party" on Oracle Fox and my flower child soul is drunk on the fringe, kimonos, ethnic 70's esque patterns, and flowing florals. I'd like to wear just about everything in here everyday this summer.
Any favorites?
Any favorites?
Daily Quote Dose: Blue Jeans
"Blue jeans are the most beautiful things since the gondola." -Diana Vreeland
image via We Heart It
4.26.2011
Daily Quote Dose: The Greatest Secrets
"And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places." -Ronald Dahl
image via We Heart It
4.25.2011
Daily Quote Dose: The Key To A Woman's Heart
"The key to a woman's heart is an unexpected gift at an unexpected time." -Sean Connery
Hey, I'm Not Going To Judge You...
1. If you got your face painted on Easter... at the country club... with your boyfriend's family.2. If you like to yell "Abe Lincoln!" to yourself every time you see an Amish person.
3. If you're compelled to smell every single perfume sample in every single magazine you read.
4. If you get the mail in your bathrobe.
5. If you're infinitely more fun your first night in vegas than your second.
6. If you forced yourself to stash away your astrology books because you were starting to say things like, "you're such a capricorn," in conversation and it got weird.7. If you crave beer (over water) when you're thirsty.
8. If you like bologna.
9. If you've ever blow dried your dog.
10. If several of your notebooks happen to be have red wine stains in them.
4.21.2011
Daily Quote Dose: What If
"It is a risk to love.
What if it doesn't work out?
Ah, but what if it does."
-Peter McWilliams
image via le love
Something I Picked Up Last Week...
... Aside from a Coachella cold and a nice collection of blisters there is something pretty important I picked up last week: a full-time job.
You might recall I've worn many hats in the past eleven months since graduating (figuratively of course, you know that this was the only on-my-head sort of hat I'd worn up until last week) including reporter, actress, writer, blogger, social media guru, and my dog's personal assistant. This job happens to be a lovely combination of just about everything I've been doing and I'm dancing a jig with excitement.
It also means I have "normal person" hours; co-workers (that I see in person); and a sudden need to purchase tupperware (in which to bring my gourmet homemade lunches, obviously).
My first day at work I brought in egg salad and a raging, coughing, sneezing cold. They love me already.
I'll still be here talking your ear off on the intricacies of boob tape and mixed patterns but I figured I'd fill you in just in case you hear me referencing the workplace.
Fondly,
The blonde girl standing next to you in the elevator attempting to wiggle her tights up without you noticing
image via This Is Glamorous
4.20.2011
Daily Quote Dose: Crying
"Crying doesn't indicate that we are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive."
-Charlotte Bronte
image via We Heart It
4.19.2011
Coachella & What Happened To Me
If you're thinking I want to revel in how cool I am since I spent the weekend with all of my besties in fringed hippie wear in the desert sweating out alcohol to the beat of techno dj's then you're definitely wrong.
I do want to tell you, however, that Coachella helped me realize I'm old. 22 and old.
They always say the older you get the younger "the youth" looks (as in, every time you drive past a high school you wonder why they've let preschool aged hobbits run around campus...) but I never truly realized I was a cranky old lady until this weekend.
I spent a good forty percent of my internal thought process (though it was a thought process slightly inhibited by dehydration and a generous supply of vodka) wondering how in the hell fourteen year old girls got out of the house in rave wear and decided to twirl their unable-to-see-an-R-rated-movie butts around Coachella on psychedelics.
Of course I expected to rub elbows with those on the extreme party train, but something about seeing high school freshmen in such a state had me spending half of my time wondering whether I should get them a bottle of water or a better set of parents.
Aside from this tumultuous mental preoccupation I also had a spanking good time and enjoyed myself enough to come home with a raging cold and a minimal tan despite valiant efforts (I had more important endeavors to tackle than acquiring tan lines... like mispronouncing band names, spending hundreds of dollars on frozen foods and wondering which pair of sandals would make me want to cut my feet off the least on the walk home).
I, figured, since you saw me spend enough time talking about what I wanted to wear to Coachella in this post, that I might give you a glimpse of what actually happened.
Day 1, Or "The First Day Jessica Wore A Hat."
I was nervous about this deal:
But I soon realized I was with some dude in a golf visor so I couldn't go wrong:
Day 2, Or "Fupa Inducing Denim Jorts Hit The Town."
These bad boys were a creation that long existed in my head and finally manifested the morning of Coachella as I distressed my denim on the balcony of our villa.
I had started a post on the process of how to distress denim but alas I'm a failed blogger and got more concerned with crushing the mint for my cocktail than continuing to document all of the steps.
Essentially what happened is this: I went to Salvation Army in Santa Monica; bought ugly, baggy, 80's men's jeans; cut them to my preferred length; had my tailor take them in at the waist (I need a sewing machine and the ability to do this myself... baby steps towards domesticity); cut horizontal slits; used tweezers to pull out the blue threads (which run vertically in denim, whereas white threads run horizontally); and went out looking like this. You can only see one of the distressed areas but you can use your imagination.
I was also excited about this shawl from Crossroads.
Because, of course, I felt like Stevie.
Day 3
I don't have anything life altering to say about this except that Planet Blue's Precious Hands handbags are the perfect Coachella accessory. I also thought you might like the teal short shorts to my right. Contrary to what you're thinking they're not actually stolen from my closet.
Did you make it to Coachella this year and live to tell about it? Tell me about your escapades in a comment...
Outfit Logistics:
Day 1: Hat- Urban Outfitters; Glasses- H&M; Leotard- American Apparel; Skirt & Bag- Forever 21; Belt- Vintage.
Day 2: Shawl- Vintage (Crossroads); Sunglasses- Forever 21; Top- Thrifted; Jean Shorts- Thrifted/reconstructed; Purse- Vintage
Day 3: Tank- I forgot, but a longer top I cut into a crop top so I could be extra slutty; Skirt- American Apparel; Purse- Planet Blue; Belt- same as above
I do want to tell you, however, that Coachella helped me realize I'm old. 22 and old.
They always say the older you get the younger "the youth" looks (as in, every time you drive past a high school you wonder why they've let preschool aged hobbits run around campus...) but I never truly realized I was a cranky old lady until this weekend.
I spent a good forty percent of my internal thought process (though it was a thought process slightly inhibited by dehydration and a generous supply of vodka) wondering how in the hell fourteen year old girls got out of the house in rave wear and decided to twirl their unable-to-see-an-R-rated-movie butts around Coachella on psychedelics.
Of course I expected to rub elbows with those on the extreme party train, but something about seeing high school freshmen in such a state had me spending half of my time wondering whether I should get them a bottle of water or a better set of parents.
Aside from this tumultuous mental preoccupation I also had a spanking good time and enjoyed myself enough to come home with a raging cold and a minimal tan despite valiant efforts (I had more important endeavors to tackle than acquiring tan lines... like mispronouncing band names, spending hundreds of dollars on frozen foods and wondering which pair of sandals would make me want to cut my feet off the least on the walk home).
I, figured, since you saw me spend enough time talking about what I wanted to wear to Coachella in this post, that I might give you a glimpse of what actually happened.
Day 1, Or "The First Day Jessica Wore A Hat."
I was nervous about this deal:
But I soon realized I was with some dude in a golf visor so I couldn't go wrong:
Day 2, Or "Fupa Inducing Denim Jorts Hit The Town."
These bad boys were a creation that long existed in my head and finally manifested the morning of Coachella as I distressed my denim on the balcony of our villa.
I had started a post on the process of how to distress denim but alas I'm a failed blogger and got more concerned with crushing the mint for my cocktail than continuing to document all of the steps.
Essentially what happened is this: I went to Salvation Army in Santa Monica; bought ugly, baggy, 80's men's jeans; cut them to my preferred length; had my tailor take them in at the waist (I need a sewing machine and the ability to do this myself... baby steps towards domesticity); cut horizontal slits; used tweezers to pull out the blue threads (which run vertically in denim, whereas white threads run horizontally); and went out looking like this. You can only see one of the distressed areas but you can use your imagination.
I was also excited about this shawl from Crossroads.
Because, of course, I felt like Stevie.
Day 3
I don't have anything life altering to say about this except that Planet Blue's Precious Hands handbags are the perfect Coachella accessory. I also thought you might like the teal short shorts to my right. Contrary to what you're thinking they're not actually stolen from my closet.
Did you make it to Coachella this year and live to tell about it? Tell me about your escapades in a comment...
Outfit Logistics:
Day 1: Hat- Urban Outfitters; Glasses- H&M; Leotard- American Apparel; Skirt & Bag- Forever 21; Belt- Vintage.
Day 2: Shawl- Vintage (Crossroads); Sunglasses- Forever 21; Top- Thrifted; Jean Shorts- Thrifted/reconstructed; Purse- Vintage
Day 3: Tank- I forgot, but a longer top I cut into a crop top so I could be extra slutty; Skirt- American Apparel; Purse- Planet Blue; Belt- same as above
4.18.2011
Daily Quote Dose: Nothing Ordinary
"There's nothing ordinary in the living of each day." -L. Thompson
image via we heart it
4.13.2011
Inspired By: Napolean Dynamite
Have you ever mixed caffeine, insomnia, nerves, and excitement into one day? It's much better than binge drinking vodka red bulls, let me tell you...
I have some exciting news coming your way but I'm gonna wait it out and let it linger a little bit before saying anything (to squelch any suspicions I am not secretly an alien revealing my extraterrestrial identity and I am not pregnant with octuplets... that schtick is so up and I'm figuring out another way to get a reality show, thanks).
In the meantime I'd like you to know that I viewed Napolean Dynamite last weekend (whilst dressed as Gothic Stevie and sipping red wine before departing into the depths of beer soaked karaoke bars) and I liked it as much as I did the first five times I watched it.
There's something about fupa inducing jeans that really get my creative juices flowing, so I created an outfit based on this handsome fella:
Ginger in the front row.
Here's my interpretation:
I have some exciting news coming your way but I'm gonna wait it out and let it linger a little bit before saying anything (to squelch any suspicions I am not secretly an alien revealing my extraterrestrial identity and I am not pregnant with octuplets... that schtick is so up and I'm figuring out another way to get a reality show, thanks).
In the meantime I'd like you to know that I viewed Napolean Dynamite last weekend (whilst dressed as Gothic Stevie and sipping red wine before departing into the depths of beer soaked karaoke bars) and I liked it as much as I did the first five times I watched it.
There's something about fupa inducing jeans that really get my creative juices flowing, so I created an outfit based on this handsome fella:
Ginger in the front row.
Here's my interpretation:
4.12.2011
Daily Quote Dose: Earth Laughs
"The earth laughs in flowers."
- e.e. cummings
image via fashiontoast
4.11.2011
Daily Quote Dose: Creativity
"What keeps life fascinating is the constant creativity of the soul."
-Deepak Chopra
image via We Heart It
4.08.2011
Happy Friday
Tonight I'm dressing like a gothic Stevie Nicks. I hope you're in a happy place this weekend like the stud muffins above.
xo
Daily Quote Dose: Hendrix
"If I'm free it's because I'm always running." -Jimi Hendrix
image via Dirty Blonde
Style Crush: Bianca Jagger
It's becoming clear that 70's glamour just does it for me. The silhouettes, easiness and drama just speak to me on another level.
Today the spotlight's on Mick Jagger's first wife, the stunning Bianca Jagger. With her gorgeous bone structure you could toss her in anything and go crazy over it, but the combination of those cheek bones with her out-of-this-world headwear and dramatic taste makes me just adore her.
Every single accessory and piece of clothing you see below I would like in my closet, yesterday.
Today the spotlight's on Mick Jagger's first wife, the stunning Bianca Jagger. With her gorgeous bone structure you could toss her in anything and go crazy over it, but the combination of those cheek bones with her out-of-this-world headwear and dramatic taste makes me just adore her.
Every single accessory and piece of clothing you see below I would like in my closet, yesterday.
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