so very much

Bah, I wish I could be arsed to post more these days. Just too much else to be done, what with animals to snuggle and "East of Eden" to get me all misty-eyed over a certain stretch of the California Coast. So instead I shall send you here:



to what is currently my most favorite blog. Enjoy!

6 (Un)important Things

A while ago, I was tagged by Left Hand Endeavor to make out a little list of little things that make me happy. Finally, in an especially depressing English II session yesterday I got down to writing it out. Here goes!

6 (Un)important things that make me happy (though I think their lack of importance is highly debatable!)

1) Wearing my boyfriend's clothes


His t-shirts are soft and well-worn, his sweaters are big and cozy and some are even cashmere! Since I can't actually come hang out under his desk all day at work (though there is plenty of room down there, I checked), this is essentially the next best thing. The shirt I'm wearing above used to be his.

2) Thinking about what people are doing in the beautiful, far away places I have visited



Yesterday I almost missed my stop on the train because I was daydreaming about life in Riomaggiore. How deep is the snow in Gimmelwald, high up in the Berner Oberland? Is anyone staying at the hostel? What about the farmers and their cows who live on the slopes above, or the little orange cat we met in front of an old hayloft? Bacharach, Röthenburg, Vernazza, Füssen, Stechelberg: I spent only a few days in these towns but I miss them and think about them often. I wish I could be in a million places at once!

3) Flowers


In my mind, there is nothing better to give or to receive than flowers. Growing up on Thousand Flower Farm, I used to help harvest and bundle them for market: dahlias, lilies, foxgloves, zinnias, delphiniums, sweet william, carnations, zulu daisies, crocosmia, cosmos and on and on. I wish I could afford to fill my apartment with cabbage roses and tuberose all the year round, but instead here in the city I am mostly limited to sidewalk stands and an occasional farmer's market splurge. Even so, nothing brightens my day like a $5.00 bunch of spray roses, yellow if it's snowing and pink in the summertime.


4) Smelling things


I love going into places that sell perfumes or lotions or potions or even shampoos and conditioner, and taking my time to investigate their various scents. Places like Fresh and Sephora are especially good for this, one of my many lifelong fall-back free activities, but pretty much any old grocery store or Rite Aid will do. I think this also ties partly into my constant search for a perfume that I like, one that can become my "signature" (that sounds so dumb, but I really want one!). I think most perfumes smell awful and fake and pants-suity. But I still get a kick out of smelling them!

5) Seeing old movies at Film Forum


It's been too long since I did this one! I love how small and personal the theatre feels. I love that almost everyone who goes there seems to genuinely love films and talking about them and thinking about them and being moved by them. And standing in line doesn't bother me because it's the best for classy people watching. I once saw the most amazing couple there, they looked like they stepped right out of a masterful collaboration between Jean-Luc Godard and Wes Anderson. They were both so pretty and nervous, and excited to see "Pierrot le Fou". During the film I sat next to an elderly gentleman who kept apologetically blowing his nose at all the worst times. And it was still great, and I can't wait to do it again.

6) Last but not Least:


This cat's tiny wee face.

Yes, please

Accessories I would like for ye olde autumn time:

1) A sweet pair of lace up boots. Sweeter than the ones pictured (i.e. SUPRA sweet). I used to have a pair of AMAZING, lace-up knee high wood soled boots that my mom bought in the 70's. I think maybe I gave them away. Yes, it makes me physically ill just typing that sentence.
2) Words cannot accurately describe how badly I want this backpack. Too bad it's, like, $200. Really really really too bad.
3) A bicycle, like the one I had to leave in Oakland. Enough said.
4) Oh, Minnetonka. Will this be the season I finally heed your siren call? Dear suede, why must you be so pretty and soft and warm, and yet so completely impractical for the wet winter time? I ASK YOU.

hooray new things!

Tuesday night, I went to this totally amazing party. Since I had just gotten back from the West Coast, meaning many of my clothes are still in the mail (those that I couldn't shove into my painfully undersized suitcase, and that, clearly, meaning MANY), and since I was feelin' deceptively flush, I went to Beacon's Closet that afternoon with the notion of just, straight up, purchasing something. No trading, no dilly dallying and putting things on hold and then forgetting about them: no. If I found a dress and shoes that fit, I was prepared to throw down the Wamu Gold right then and there.


So, with this new found freedom coursing through my veins, I obviously expected to find zip, zilch. That would just be toooo easy, right? Well ha! For once, I won. I found this pretty little dress (actually, it was once considerably less little, and being sans sewing machine, I was forced to just hack it off a few minutes before rushing out the door... just don't look too closely) and,


these shoes which, yes, tore my feet to all hell within the first 15 minutes of stumbling around between the subway and the South Street Sea Port. I'm sorry I don't have a picture of me wearing all this. So maybe I was too busy getting down to some serious talk of Gem Sweaters. So sue me.

shirazzz

Sorry for the absence, I've been a bit preoccupied doing some pretty serious self-medicating involving red wine, salads and Twizzlers Twizted Paradise pull-n-peels (the WORST) with Ms. Sweeetheart Fever. Expect normalish activity to resume shortly!

Oliver!

This little ball of cuteoverload has been keeping my busy for the last couple of days. Oliver is an East Village pup, but every once in a while he comes to stay with me and go slummin' in the hood, just to keep up his street cred. He enjoys staring at things with his big googley eyeballs and refusing to walk more than five feet at a time in any one direction, especially when it's raining out.

So far, s'all right

Honestly, I've been a bit non-plussed by A/W 2008 so far (I'm more of a spring gal anyways I think), but I am looking forward to what Paris has to offer! In the meantime, here are a few things that are both tootin' my horn and floatin' my boat from the New York, London and Milan shows:












(From the top: Rachel Comey; DKNY; Karen Walker; Backstage-Roberto Cavalli; Backstage-Peter Som; Backsatge-Marc by Marc; Backstage-Benjamin Cho; Sarah Sophie Flicker; Vivienne Westwood Red Label; Backstage-Benjamin Cho; Backstage-Marni; Backstage-Gucci; Luella; Luella; Peter Jensen; Peter Jensen; Backstage-Moschino; Backstage-Moschino; Backstage-Gucci)