Bridesmaid Day

There’re no two ways about it, Laura and I were high school choir nerds. And the more time that separates us from those hormone haywire days, the more evident this truth becomes. What else do you call kids who’re excited about spending 3 out of 7 class periods a day in the Music Building? Who else comes home from school and sits together in front of the piano to sight sing and make up harmonies?

Six years later, we still geek out over choir music, (King Singers on repeat, anyone?) but I think it’s safe to say that Laura and I are a comfortable distance away from the enthusiastic crescendo-circling  Chamber singers we used to be.  As we’ve grown, we’ve managed to keep a strong bond and friendship, and I am so happy for her as she enters the next chapter of her life as a happily married homeowner.


Meet Laura & Raffi. Newly engaged, total babes.

Laura & Raffi

Laura & Raffi

Laura & Raffi

When I received this (quintessential Laura) pretty-in-pink invitation to stand up at their April wedding, my heart did a somersault inside my chest.

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My answer: OF COURSE. My first “duty”: Bridesmaid Day!


it. was. amazing. Low key, low stress, and extremely hilarious, sweet and thoughtful.

















It’s Fashion. It’s Art. It’s a new pairing.

I read nearly everything Maria Popova puts out like it’s digestible gold. Today, she posted about these extraordinary rare book selections from the American Museum of National History Library, and these particular drawings really tickled me with their richness. So much so that I paired them with clothes I wish I had money enough to buy. Someday my closet will hold more than Target’s luxury line and boyfriend jeans. $omeday.

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Fashion Art Fashion Art



Like any respectable woman of ample appetite and ampler wardrobe, I hold both my kitchen and closet in high esteem. And to offer them even more of my already limited attention, I’m making these mash ups — recipes I want to try paired with clothes I’d very much like to buy. What do you think?

1. grilled soft cheese, thyme honey and fresh figs

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2. lemon oat bourbon cake donuts 

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3. roasted strawberry and toasted coconut popsicles 

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4. sakura macarons

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5. sizzling prawns with garlic, chilli and lime

Eating Wear

Anthro suits

Did that thing where I went to the beach today wearing a bikini I bought in 7th grade. Luckily, the Roxy tag fell off 1,192 swims ago, and could not be publicly held against me. Time to don me now new swim apparel–but first to decide: piece one, or pieces two?

Anthropologie Bathing Suit

Anthropologie Bathing Suit

Anthropologie Bathing Suit

Anthropologie Bathing Suit

sweatpants syndrome

My will to dress myself properly has been slumping hard lately.

Signs that I need a wardrobe retrofit:

  • I spend at least three consecutive mornings convincing myself that showering is a complete and utter waste of time and that I’m better suited trying to resume my reoccurring dream that involves me racing Jon Bon Jovi and Winston Churchill in a 200 meter Olympic Backstroke
  • I unapologetically wear the same exact outfit two days in a row. To work.

Oh, The Shiny Squirrel, if only your showroom lived in my bedroom.

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Getting Up

This morning, somewhere between hitting the snooze button for the eighth and ninth time, I began to believe I would never make it out of bed. I sunk deeper beneath the sheets; wrapping my legs tightly around each other I touched cold toes to warm calf. Then switched.

I visualized myself playing hooky, and embracing a Day in the Life of my pillow. After all, from its perspective there lies no adversity, no conflict, no turmoil – only a heavy head expecting nothing but silent comfort.

I got up, though. I went to work, ate a fine meal, hewed to my mother’s thrifting ways and got a helluva (is that you, Holden Caulfield?) discount on a Banana Republic necklace, sang some Russian, played some Russian, and vanquished the frenetic mold that ever so rudely invited itself into my apartment. I lived my Monday. I am alive.

The theme below still applies, especially with Anna Palma’s brilliant photographs as visual support.

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And a couple to tout something other than the tots. Man, she’s good.

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Siki Im

Mad props to The Ground for holding my interest through an entire interview. Architect, fashion designer, philosopher, activist – Siki Im is a very important person. Read about him here, betcha make it through the whole thing.

a 10 is a 10 is a 10.


We place great importance on numbers. Universal and concrete by nature, they are our reference points, the cruxes of our arguments, and our home bases. They also make for digestible goals.

Here are 10 reasons I’d like to try something new this week, like drying herbs.


And here are 10 reasons why I need to invest in new threads.

via amy merrick and beautiful nomad

Serving Size

Foodie inspired fashion and these fabulous frontmen? You can expect a great tip, Christopher Bastin. I am quite satisfied with the GANT Lookbook for FW 2012. Quite satisfied indeed.

Food is important. Sure, fashion is important as well, but hey – perfectly crisp, triple-cooked fries? Pasta Pomodoro done from scratch using sunripe tomatoes still on the twig? Now that’s a whole different ballpark. Yet to us, the two are intimately connected.

To be, is the answer.

This place is a reflection of the duality in my life. I’m a dentist, and also I have this work with Wedge as a collector, curator, and collaborator.

Vespa-riding Dr. Kenneth Montague lives a perfectly vivid and coveted life in his Toronto loft that doubles as an art gallery. He’s on the prowl for crafty, thought-inspiring pieces, and I’m on the verge of making a strikingly good Capulet joke whilst suffocating atop a cotton blend sofa in a house with no air conditioning.

One day I’ll catch up to you, Montague. One day.

via Dwell



I am sleepy and short-versed, but that doesn’t make my feelings for Chilean artist Jose Romussi any weaker. This is my favorite of his mixed media.

no more real life, please

You know what they say…

When the going gets tough, the tough watch The Talented Mr. Ripley. 

Oh that’s not a proper idiom? Pity.

Cate Parr




Leaping lizards, Cate Parr sure knows a thing or twenty about water coloring.









and what’s this? The same Greta pose, in watercolor? Serendipity is real.

She & I

Greta Garbo once was twenty-two years old. She likely stayed up late for reasons unknown to her, massaged the burning joys of loneliness, and laughed with her mouth full on more than one occasion. I find comfort in having something in common with Greta Garbo. I find refuge in knowing that I am no different than women of generations before me, and women of generations to come.


My Better Half

Well, um, there’s no way around it – these shots and blurbs, accompanied by their respective love stories had my heart a pitter-pattering. Amanda Jane Jones, you may be chipping away at my disbelieving shell here — if you can make a believer out of me, fair chance that you can resolve world hunger, abolish illiteracy, and juggle fire while hula hooping. Put those talents to work, girl, and keep making these warm and fuzzies. Maybe I’ll just have to fall in love about it.

^^ Not even a morsel of my being believes that petite polka dot wearing yoo-hoo shovels anything but  a 1/2 cup of Kashi light and lean into her mouth for breakfast.

[thanks miss moss for pushing these into my line of vision]