Old man. Snoring

November 20, 2009 at 2:59 pm (what was she thinking) (, , , )

It is Friday, I am wearing jeans that are probably from the 1990’s (what year is it anyway?), a ponytail, and glasses and YES, I feel pretty.  It is cloudy and dreary and chilly in the world outside of my window and I’ve spent a good amount of time talking and typing people’s ears off with my current weather report, scientifically based on the flag perched atop the building across from my 20th floor window. 

“Woaaah!  Looks like it is getting wiiild out there, dude.  The flag is choking its pole!”

“Look at that flag go!  Sure looks windy out there.”

I am a genius.  Don’t hate.

So, blah blah blah, work, blah blah, dreaming of being in my doggy’s arms, eating the vegan cupcake waiting for me at home, and watching horrible tv (uhm, James Franco is on General Hospital, WHY AM I HERE) . . . which leads me to what I am perving around on the internet for lately. 

Survey says . . . cozy bamboo items!  I found some of the softest bamboo undiepants at the Green Festival and of course they only had size HUGE for HIPPY (just kidding!  I’m a hippy, we’re all hippies!), so I was unable to purchase them.  Usually, unrequited lust quickly becomes obsession for me. 

Therefore, check out some of this cozy dreamwear (some of etsy’s finest) that I hope will get on my body someday soon.

Fashion + function.  Built-in bib/crumb-catcher meets cozy, pretty top meets incredibly realistic mannequin nipples.

I don’t really wear beanies, but I might start.  New fashion icon:  Johnny Depp.

Leggings are totally pants.  Shutup.

Cute dress with maximum space for food baby expansion.

And, finally, the addition of cute little side bows keeps you from looking like a complete jerkface in these yogini pants.

Now get shopping (for me!).  I will be waiting on my couch, eagerly awaiting your arrival/gifts.


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When life gives you shit

July 27, 2009 at 5:13 pm (references, visuals) (, , )

Flush it.

Then, burn sage or nag champa (I am one of the few people I know who love nag champa).

Next, get a mani-pedi with Chanel’s new color from their Fall ’09 Venice collection, Gondola.


Rent interesting films:

jean-luc godard’s Breathless

Qui êtes vous, Polly Maggoo?


Lying (which I mostly picked in order to gawk at the scenery and the fashion)


Take nap.

Bubble bath.

Drink tea.

Start new.

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500 Days of Summer’s Outfits

July 21, 2009 at 10:22 pm (references, visuals) ()

500 Days of Summer was good, painful (due to being able to relate a little bit too much), and not as radical and great as I expected.  But I had serious outfit envy.  Check out some of Zooey Deschanel’s character, Summer’s outfits.  Gimme!





I hope to actually write something of substance at some point soon.  My writing is as fragmented as my head right now.

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polyvore/html snafu (repost)

June 10, 2009 at 10:19 am (visuals) ()

summer of love

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June 10, 2009 at 10:14 am (references, visuals) ()

Feel free to gift me anything from Spirit Beauty Lounge.

Especially the Priti line of non-toxic nail polish in the coolest colors and jars.  And soy polish remover!  Traditional nail polish remover is THE WORST.

The color Constant Nymph is pictured below.


I am obsessed.

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Seen and Not Seen

June 3, 2009 at 3:25 pm (what was she thinking) (, )

Sometimes you just have to shop at American Apparel. 

And sometimes you get a strange urge to look at their website to see what kind of ridiculous things they are coming out with (like man crop tops, aka “scrimmage shirts”).  And sometimes you accidentally see nipples, boobs, or butts in the process. 

I stopped by their site today and found this item, which I actually think is a really great idea and is super cool.  Me want!

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Hurricane is the longest song ever

May 31, 2009 at 6:36 pm (visuals, what was she thinking) (, )

I am listening to Bob Dylan and thinking about bangs (as in the hair kind).  I am over them for now.  And so is one of my girly crushes, Joanna Newsom, apparently.  


Deep thoughts going on over here.  

Maybe you can tell, but I am trying to tiptoe on the surface of my mind right now, instead of the usual scraping of the insides out with a dull spoon.  

Skipping stones takes practice.

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Hippy Shit

May 27, 2009 at 9:40 pm (references, visuals) ()

I wandered into the shop of Tedda Hughes on Polk Street last weekend and was presented with strawberries, champagne, artwork, designer jewelry, and cute clothing and accessories.  I was immediately smitten and even more so after speaking with her for a while.  She is a gem and everyone should go there.  

I have my eye on this golden peacock necklace.


And this cute duchess headband.


I also need a complete apartment makeover on like a five dollar budget.  It’s going to be clean, mean, and exactly the way I want it (I hope).  I often call my little apartment “The Treehouse,” but I dream about living in this eco friendly treehouse instead.




I don’t need much space.

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May 21, 2009 at 12:00 pm (visuals, what was she thinking) (, )

I just purchased this dress and I am excited because it reminds me of a dress that was available a long time ago that I have always wanted.  It could only be seen or purchased via infomercial and it was called “The Infinite Dress.”  The idea, of course, was that it was so versatile that you could wear it in an infinite number of ways.  


At the time, I was in shock and awe.  I thought the idea was so genius.  And that I would never have to buy another outfit again.  I could wear the same dress over and over and over again, just in different styles, and NO ONE WOULD EVER NOTICE.  

Clearly, I was naive.  It was kind of like Lois Lane not realizing that Clark Kent is really Superman.  I mean, combed hair, glasses, and fumbling insecurity make him unrecognizable?  Really?  

Anyway, thanks to American Apparel and their fondness for playing with fashion basics in a way that will allow you to look as scandalous/ridiculous as possible, I now have my own version of The Infinite Dress.  There are even “how-to” videos on American Apparel’s site that instruct  you on how to attain all of the possible looks.  Score.  Lifelong Dream meet Present Reality.

Now for other (thinking-person type) news (although I’m sure these dresses required a lot of thought in their design) . . .  

As I peeled myself off of my couch this morning after approximately one hour of one of the worst sleeps of my life, I realized that I might have to revise some of my life philosophies. 

Martyrdom, for example, has not treated me kindly.  Not martyrdom in the religious, deadly sense, but more of in a kind of putting myself out there and suffering for the sake of others way.  For which there might be a more appropriate word (there is always a more concise, appropriate word . . . if only my mind could reach it). 

But I’ve always had this sense that donating my time and money and effort to people and causes, supporting and going out on a limb for others, working my ass off, and forgiveness in the form of giving second, third, and fourth chances, would somehow culminate in ultimate personal fulfillment and happiness.  I’ve always thought that anything other than that type of behavior fell within the realm of selfishness, greed, and sloth, and consequently, loneliness and unhappiness. 

But now I’m wondering, what is the point?  When some of my “acts of grace” are attached to expectations, followed by eventual disappointment when my kindness doesn’t result in appreciation or some sort of life reward.  I wonder if I am doing something wrong.   I give and give and give and give.  But what else can others do with that, but take or refuse?

One of my most embarrassing tattoos (I hate them both) actually means the most to me because of the different concepts it represents, concepts that I have based my entire life on.  Grace breathes life into the heart.  I will probably eventually have it removed or turned into something that isn’t as humiliating and/or is ambiguous enough to mean nothing or anything.  I constantly fear the same thing will happen to me, for some reason.  Being just nothing or anything actually sounds quite desirable right now.

When it comes down to it, I think that at this very moment, I would like to live with passion, effort, kindness, compassion, and celebration.  And surround myself with fun, caring, positive, and respectful people.  In beautiful environments.  If I need to move to a remote, tropical island with an attractive French man named Germain (who actually does exist) to do this, so be it.  I wouldn’t have to concern myself with clothing, probably.  Or social dynamics or acceptance or the consequences of poor decisions.  Just living off of the land, soaking in the sun and water, practicing breeding, learning, properly breeding, napping, and laughing.  I have a very utopian view of what my future holds. 

With that said, I will never be able escape my mind.  There are heavy trees being chopped down all around me constantly, and while I dodge and climb over them, I hope to come out of the woods unscathed.   I can choose to live a life not just based on intuition and random impulsiveness, but on caution, mindfulness, respect, and nurturance.  Without compromise, avoidance, or suffering.  And hopefully a healthy dose of connecting with nature.   

I do not believe in a fate that falls on men however they act;  but I do believe in a fate that falls on them unless they act.

I am growing tougher.  Keep the hits coming.

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Water and Fire

May 6, 2009 at 9:14 pm (references, what was she thinking) ()

I am sooooo physically and emotionally exhausted, I can barely type right now.  

But I thought I’d drop in and share a link to a fun San Francisco street style site called Fashionist.  The photos are well done and a lot of them are taken in Dolores Park, which is one of my favorite places to people watch and hang out in the sunshine.  I get very frustrated when print magazines do short and lame fashion profiles of our lovely city because they never acknowledge the crazy fashion that changes depending on what district you are in.  And they usually end up reviewing (what I think are) the most boring areas for fashion, like the Financial District, for example.  The outfits on this site also make me feel better about dressing like a crackhead/Punky Brewster sometimes.  And I spotted one of my old friends on there.  

Hoera voor creativiteit!

Final thought:  if I listen to my French language learning audio lessons to try to fall asleep, do you think I will learn more? Like it will penetrate my subconscious?  I think I might try it tonight.  My fear is that I will pay too much attention to it and end up staying awake until it is finished, like I do with music and books.  TV usually is the best thing for me to fall asleep to because it isn’t very stimulating, but it isn’t really an option at the moment.

Oh, and I have no idea what direction my life is going in very soon.  It is changing dramatically and I’m freaked out a little bit.  Okay, a lot.


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