These sort of inspirations are feeding the need.
Matching be damned.
xx,
The reformed daughter of a mother who always told her to buy both pieces of the matching sweater set.
Images sources: 1, 2, 4
Showing posts with label Inspiration. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Inspiration. Show all posts
6.21.2011
I Can't Stop...
... pattern mixing.
These sort of inspirations are feeding the need.
xx,
The reformed daughter of a mother who always told her to buy both pieces of the matching sweater set.
Images sources: 1, 2, 4
These sort of inspirations are feeding the need.
xx,
The reformed daughter of a mother who always told her to buy both pieces of the matching sweater set.
Images sources: 1, 2, 4
6.16.2011
A Colorful Life
Not to get too fluffy on you, but I fall into the category of people that thinks inspiration is everywhere.
The homeless man's poncho? Why not. The old lady's prescription sunnies? Don't mind if I do. The bathroom's tile mosaic? Yes, thank you very much.
Lately, my creative juices have been all sorts of inspired by Mothaaa Nature herself. Yes she's a bit moody sometimes (June gloom for my birthday party) but all in all I happen to love all the color's she's rocking.
This is what I mean:
Which do you fancy baby cakes?
Image sources: 1, 2, 4
The homeless man's poncho? Why not. The old lady's prescription sunnies? Don't mind if I do. The bathroom's tile mosaic? Yes, thank you very much.
Lately, my creative juices have been all sorts of inspired by Mothaaa Nature herself. Yes she's a bit moody sometimes (June gloom for my birthday party) but all in all I happen to love all the color's she's rocking.
This is what I mean:
Which do you fancy baby cakes?
Image sources: 1, 2, 4
6.07.2011
Daily Quote Dose: The Woman Who Walks Alone
"The woman who follows the crowd usually goes no further than the crowd. The woman who walks alone is likely to find herself in places no one has ever been before." -Albert Einstein
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5.31.2011
Blogspiration... And 10 Things I've Been Doing
Here are some things I've been doing lately:
1. Googling Marilyn Monroe.
2. Mastering the frozen food aisle in the grocery store.
3. Having issues with my nose which feels like it has knives inside the left nostril.
4. Dropping the above fact in conversation with strangers, casually.
5. Wondering why above strangers didn't want to talk to me about my possibly cancerous or flesh eating nostril.
6. Getting lost in the paint aisles at Home Depot and annoying all staff within a 30 foot radius.
7. NOT going on Web MD.
8. Eating sausages and drinking fancy beer at Bru Haus. Verdict: I do not appreciate quality beer but I do appreciate quality sausage (I set you up for this one...). And you should go here if you are a male that wears polos to work and wants to watch sports during happy hour (or, if you want to meet one of these creatures).
9. Testing out cheap wines at Trader Joes. One winner so far: Black Mountain Pinot Noir (let it also be known I incorporate bottle presentation into my assesment and have little to zero formal training or knowledge... but I am bossy and consume many a glasses of red).
10. Getting inspired by these ladies of the blogosphere:
1. Googling Marilyn Monroe.
2. Mastering the frozen food aisle in the grocery store.
3. Having issues with my nose which feels like it has knives inside the left nostril.
4. Dropping the above fact in conversation with strangers, casually.
5. Wondering why above strangers didn't want to talk to me about my possibly cancerous or flesh eating nostril.
6. Getting lost in the paint aisles at Home Depot and annoying all staff within a 30 foot radius.
7. NOT going on Web MD.
8. Eating sausages and drinking fancy beer at Bru Haus. Verdict: I do not appreciate quality beer but I do appreciate quality sausage (I set you up for this one...). And you should go here if you are a male that wears polos to work and wants to watch sports during happy hour (or, if you want to meet one of these creatures).
9. Testing out cheap wines at Trader Joes. One winner so far: Black Mountain Pinot Noir (let it also be known I incorporate bottle presentation into my assesment and have little to zero formal training or knowledge... but I am bossy and consume many a glasses of red).
10. Getting inspired by these ladies of the blogosphere:
5.13.2011
Crazy Print Lady
I'm learning a lot of things working in an office. One thing I'm not learning is names. Peoples' names that is.
I've been wondering, where's the chick that can rattle off the middle name of a celebrity's baby on the drop of dime? What happened to my memory that allowed me to colorfully describe the ingredients and measurements of my favorite cocktail?
Why can I remember your favorite type of greek yogurt; the number of times you like to press the "door close" button in the elevator; the name of the friend that you always have animated phone conversations with in the hallway; and on which day you wear your baseball hat, but I cannot remember your little, two syllable name.
This has been happening a lot.
So, in lieu of names, I remember people by habits and outstanding characteristics. I figure, especially since I'm the new girl (or new-ish girl) that people probably don't remember mine either.
This got me to thinking that they must be labeling me some other way. I thought about what could be defining me.
My label might be the-girl-with-the-grande-latte, the-girl-that-looks-half-awake-every-morning, the-girl-that-drinks-obscene-amounts-of-water, the-girl-that-keeps-her-cell-in-her-lap-at-all-times, the-girl-that-sneezes-like-a-dwarf-squirrel, or a collection of other things. And while these labels are all possible, it's clear to me what my most outstanding habit is: wearing crazy prints.
I am The Crazy Print Lady.
I've worn leopard; stripes; good and plenty patterns; polka dots; navajo prints; african tribal prints; herringbone; gingham; plaid; etc.
You name it, I've worn it in the last four weeks. And I've probably worn it with another print at the same time.
So, this post is coming to you, courtesy of your friend, The Crazy Print Lady. I hope you enjoy the inspiration.
And I hope if you go print crazy this weekend that you might think of me. You don't need to remember my name. My label will do.
I've been wondering, where's the chick that can rattle off the middle name of a celebrity's baby on the drop of dime? What happened to my memory that allowed me to colorfully describe the ingredients and measurements of my favorite cocktail?
Why can I remember your favorite type of greek yogurt; the number of times you like to press the "door close" button in the elevator; the name of the friend that you always have animated phone conversations with in the hallway; and on which day you wear your baseball hat, but I cannot remember your little, two syllable name.
This has been happening a lot.
So, in lieu of names, I remember people by habits and outstanding characteristics. I figure, especially since I'm the new girl (or new-ish girl) that people probably don't remember mine either.
This got me to thinking that they must be labeling me some other way. I thought about what could be defining me.
My label might be the-girl-with-the-grande-latte, the-girl-that-looks-half-awake-every-morning, the-girl-that-drinks-obscene-amounts-of-water, the-girl-that-keeps-her-cell-in-her-lap-at-all-times, the-girl-that-sneezes-like-a-dwarf-squirrel, or a collection of other things. And while these labels are all possible, it's clear to me what my most outstanding habit is: wearing crazy prints.
I am The Crazy Print Lady.
I've worn leopard; stripes; good and plenty patterns; polka dots; navajo prints; african tribal prints; herringbone; gingham; plaid; etc.
You name it, I've worn it in the last four weeks. And I've probably worn it with another print at the same time.
So, this post is coming to you, courtesy of your friend, The Crazy Print Lady. I hope you enjoy the inspiration.
And I hope if you go print crazy this weekend that you might think of me. You don't need to remember my name. My label will do.
PS happy friday to you. I hope you avoid hangovers, pot holes and snagged tights.
See you soon.
PPS, which print is your favorite?
5.10.2011
Weird Things Are Happening...
Something is happening to me. Somewhere, in between the jumping around, the squealing, the cheers'ing and the color coding of my closet I have become... (semi) domestic.
"How can you claim such a thing?" you ask! Well, here's how: I've developed insomnia because I am consumed by.... couches.
Couches.
And pots. And pans. And how in the hell you're supposed to cook anything without a microwave (that's another post). And how to paint a room. And how to sand a coffee table.
Who do I think I am?
Whoever I am, I dream of slipcovers. And I, naturally, have been doing some online stalking to further my mental preoccupations.
Here are some couch findings:
If you google couch you will get to enjoy this:
I feel bad leaving the image of vagina couches as your final take away from this post so here:
And if, as you observe my very bizarre behavior, you're fearing that I've become a regular Mad Men housewife, I'll just let you in on something to ease your mind: tonight I cooked a lean cuisine on a piece of cardboard because I don't have baking sheets... or a microwave... or anything besides wine glasses really.
images via We Heart It
"How can you claim such a thing?" you ask! Well, here's how: I've developed insomnia because I am consumed by.... couches.
Couches.
And pots. And pans. And how in the hell you're supposed to cook anything without a microwave (that's another post). And how to paint a room. And how to sand a coffee table.
Who do I think I am?
Whoever I am, I dream of slipcovers. And I, naturally, have been doing some online stalking to further my mental preoccupations.
Here are some couch findings:
If you google couch you will get to enjoy this:
Or better yet, this:
We're all soapy and clean now...
And if, as you observe my very bizarre behavior, you're fearing that I've become a regular Mad Men housewife, I'll just let you in on something to ease your mind: tonight I cooked a lean cuisine on a piece of cardboard because I don't have baking sheets... or a microwave... or anything besides wine glasses really.
images via We Heart It
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
4.08.2011
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.
4.07.2011
Easy Breezy
White. Long. Flowing. Breezy. Ethereal... I just, kind of, love it.
But bring the tide pen. If you don't spill on yourself I'll probably spill on the both of us in the course of twenty minutes.
Image 1 &2 via The Sartorialist; Image 3 via Cat Party
But bring the tide pen. If you don't spill on yourself I'll probably spill on the both of us in the course of twenty minutes.
Pink Loyalist
As you already know, pink's always been my color. Ever since that fateful day Kimberly the Pink Ranger made her way into my life I've been loyal through and through.
There's lots to love about pink: it's happy; playful; feminine; bold; and plays well with others. I've always had pink walls in my room but since I am turning into an uber sophistcated, mature woman I've been thinking it was time to go with gray.... or some other color that says, "I know how to do taxes and poach an egg" (two very grown up things in my mind).
But then, just as I try to run from my childhood wall choice I wind up seeing this yumminess (below) and I feel dizzied with confusion.
The perils of paint.
Be a dear, and tell me your thoughts. I'll take them in, let them jiggle around in my mind for a few seconds and then go back to contemplating the most pressing issue of the evening: how will I tame the mammoth pile of shoes that's growling from my closet?
Image 1 via Take Out In Couture; Image 3 via MFAMB; Image 4 via Belle Maison; Image 5 via Matchbook Magazine; Image 6 via Made By Girl
There's lots to love about pink: it's happy; playful; feminine; bold; and plays well with others. I've always had pink walls in my room but since I am turning into an uber sophistcated, mature woman I've been thinking it was time to go with gray.... or some other color that says, "I know how to do taxes and poach an egg" (two very grown up things in my mind).
But then, just as I try to run from my childhood wall choice I wind up seeing this yumminess (below) and I feel dizzied with confusion.
The perils of paint.
Be a dear, and tell me your thoughts. I'll take them in, let them jiggle around in my mind for a few seconds and then go back to contemplating the most pressing issue of the evening: how will I tame the mammoth pile of shoes that's growling from my closet?
Image 1 via Take Out In Couture; Image 3 via MFAMB; Image 4 via Belle Maison; Image 5 via Matchbook Magazine; Image 6 via Made By Girl
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