It’s that time again. The season for handfuls of fresh, ripe fruit all over your summer salads. Or rather, a little bit of lettuce in my fruit salad. One of the few ways you can get me to eat vegetables.
After I graduate, we will move to a smaller city, where we can enjoy more sunshine, all four seasons, and a big house all to ourselves with a yard for a dog and trees (or cacti). Until then, I’ll find comfort in this tiny pocket box.
I waited too long to see Made in Dageham, cuz DANG is it good! It sucked me in with it’s amazing 60′s style, but it was the ladies’ kick-ass attitudes that really won me over.
I recently ordered this dress. It’s crazy, I know! Unlike anything I normally wear. But I was drawn to it. I figure I can dress it down with a light denim jacket (seems to be the trend, right?), earthy jewelry, and some casual flats. Yes? Maybe? We’ll find out soon enough.
Jo Hamilton loves Portland. Enough to recreate it in yarn. It’s crocheted, people! I wonder how long that took…
Since I don’t have a lot of extra time this week, I thought I’d put together a simple post of random images/things that I’ve been enjoying lately. Hope you it enjoy too! (Most images found via Pinterest. Click through to credits.)
If I pass this accounting test, I will buy myself this book and learn how to quilt. For my non-existent log cabin. If I don’t pass this test, I will have to take an accounting course over the summer. Boo. Back to studying!
Dear friends, meet my new party sheep! Now, you may be saying to yourself, “What? I don’t understand what I’m seeing.” Let me explain. No. I can’t explain. It’s just my party sheep. Accept him for who he is. Ok? My little party sheep happens to be the inspiration behind our Christmas tree this year. I know it’s early yet, but party sheep’s merriment is infectious! I’ve already got a fewcomplimentaryornamentspickedout…
I came across this silverware collage during my daily Flickr foraging, and it reminded me of this poem, Kitchen Fable, by Elenor Ross Taylor, which I heard at a recent Poetry Foundation event, and with which I fell instantly in love. Eleanor’s old, southern sass is delightful. She had me at “nonforthcoming pickles”.
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Oh hello there little Mexican bakery near our new apartment. How sweet of you {pun intended} to offer us some delicious pastries on our way home from work. Have you met two of our new houseplants, Cecil {after the great American filmmaker} and Zanzibar Jr. {he’s a Zanzibar Aloe}? You’re all making our lives so much more enjoyable.
I’m not a “purse girl”. Do I have a lot of purses? Yes. Do I use them? Rarely. I am, however, a chapstick kind of girl. And, really, how can one leave the house without a wallet and cell phone? But let’s face it — the pockets on my skinny jeans can barely accommodate a stick of gum, let alone all these necessities. Luckily, my sack lunch gives me a good enough excuse to lug around a giant lady bag every workday. But what do I do on the weekends and after work? Enter: Thea of I Heart Mon Ami.
I have stumbled upon on the most joyous of photostreams. Superbomba is a masterfully curated collection of vintage images, from candid moments to family portraits that would put Awkward Family Photos to shame, these photos are often slightly odd and sometimes unquestionably bizzarre. Some are even beautiful enough to frame! Like this little cowboy above — I want to put him in a frame on my bedside table, so his chubby-cheeked smile can greet me every morning. Creepy? Perhaps. Judge me if you will.
Hold the phone. Have you heard of this, people? Groups of all-girl choirs popping up in sassy outfits, singing songs you actually like to listen to (like Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk) and rockin’ the house with their positive female energy? I need this in my life. This is a call to arms, ladies. I think Chicago needs it’s own baller girl’s choir. Are you with me?! Read the rest of this entry »
When I was young, my dad would make people mix tapes for their birthday. These weren’t just any mixtapes though, they were time capsules. He created each mixtape by finding the number one Billboard hit for each birthday you ever had. I can’t recall all of my birthday hits, but I do know that the number one song in America when I was born, my “birth song” if you will, was That’s What Friends Are For by Dionne Warwick and (you guessed it) Friends. [side note: why is Elton John rocking a Stevie Ray Vaughan look here? It's really confusing.]
Lazy Oaf is not for the timid. This London-based creative label will shock you with color and tickle you with silly graphics. I think I’ll take one of everything!
