Sunday, January 27, 2013

cosmic love.

The Milky Way is having moment.  I have never been one for science (in fact on Tuesday I told an adult that I hate science and the adult told me to shut up), but I can definitely get on board with Space-centric Bodily Adornment, particularly the dress top right, a baggy babydoll galaxy for my bodyyyy yes please.  Also the word cosmic.   Especially now that companies have started using it to describe the color palate of their products.  A pair of high-waisted, cigarette ankle jeans in cosmic, for instance.  I would like my brain in cosmic, if at all possible.  Is that just called doing acid?  Jury's out.

Click here for the above set in linkable, purchasable form.  Space travel made possible in part by NastyGal, Jeffrey Campbell, Blackmilk, River Island, Urban Outfitters and the National Aeronautics and Space Administration.

my whole life is thunder.

BDG jeans; Zara tanktop; Halogen cardigan; Essie nailpolish in licorice
So sleepy!  Such short hair!  Etc!

High waist, high heels, and my mama's stuff that I procured either through burglary (belt) or bequeathment (cardigan).  Do I talk about my mom too much?  Not pictured: the gash (possible exaggeration) on my right knee I gave myself by slipping on black ice and falling 5 feet 6 inches to my doom.

Thursday, January 24, 2013



Some days you wash your sheets, eat leftover Christmas chocolate, watch The Graduate because its homework, and receive a large kitchen knife in the mail from your mom.  It was actually a birthday present from your uncle but you couldn't bring it through security.  So.  Lethal weapons of onion dicing magic arriving via post.  Simon & Garfunkel.  Dark chocolate snowflakes.  And clean sheets.  Welcome.

Things I like to look at:
1. Madewell Hepcat Shades in Soft Mint
2. American Apparel Sheer Lux Hearts Pantyhose 
4. Marc by Marc Jacobs Classic Q Slim Zip Around Wallet in Red
5. Liftoff Tee by Tee and Cake
6. Jeffrey Campbell Tripoli booties in Ice Suede

Tuesday, January 22, 2013


The other day, my roommate and I were both in the kitchen making soup.  Mine was a veggie/herb/wild rice situation which was fine and exactly what I needed in that moment.  But hers.  HERS.  Oh my lanta.  It was orange and bubbly and smelled SO FRICKIN GOOD and while it was cooking and she was in the shower, I stole a bite (are you reading this? Forgive me), and it was delicious.  So I made her tell me exactly what was in it (it's her mom's recipe originally) and then I made a take on it myself.  And dudes?  Easiest thing you'll ever do.  And maybe also best.  Especially if you make it on a day so cold that when you accidentally go outside without gloves, your hands catch on fire.  You know what I'm talking about.  Winter.  And winter calls for butternut squash bisque with a kick.  I subbed in olive oil for 2 tablespoons of butter, so you do you, but in case your jam is veganism, you can totally chow down on the following, ya dig?  Just lookin out for you food freaks cuz I love ya.

Vegan Butternut Bisque with Curry and Ginger
serves 3

1 smallish butternut squash, chopped
2 tablespoons olive oil
2 teaspoons curry powder
1 yellow onion, chopped
5 cups vegetable broth, divided
2 tablespoons minced ginger
2 tablespoons curry powder
salt and pepper

Over medium heat, warm the olive oil and some salt and pepper in a large pot for about 2 minutes.  Add chopped onions and cook until translucent, stirring occasionally, 5 - 7 minutes.

Add squash, ginger, curry and 4 cups of vegetable broth. Mix, and then let simmer, uncovered, over medium heat for 30 minutes, or until squash is cooked through.  Remove from heat and allow to cook slightly.

Working in batches, puree soup in a blender until smooth.  Return to pot, add remaining 1 cup of vegetable broth, stir to incorporate, and heat before serving.  Garnish with a sprinkle of paprika and fresh ground pepper

Thursday, January 17, 2013

live well and.


I stole this picture from the internet.

Have you ever had a Heart Thrive Bar (their website is horrible, forgive them) before?

They are so good.  I like them a lot.  I eat them at the coffeeshop by my apartment that sells them in little two packs and I want to be able to make them myself.

I have scoured the internet for a knock-off recipe to no avail.  SO.  Like an actual food person with actual ingenuity, I am going to buy all of the ingredients listed on the package this weekend (not many, they are gluten-free and vegan) and play trial and error until I figure it out.

I know, right?  Isn't there something else I should be doing with my time?  NO THERE ISNT and you will thank me when you try these, I JUST KNOW IT.

Unwarranted self confidence is the key to success.  Or something!!  Stay tuned.

Sunday, January 13, 2013

the new uniform.

Crewneck sweatshirt + sensibly enormous white ribbed tank + skinny denim + cowboy boots.

I dunno, man.  For all the game I talk re: dresses and heels, my eternal quest for more full skirts and my unyielding love of the cutoffs/flip flops/lots of sand in my hair combination...I will always feel my truest self in this here lackluster ensemble.  Perhaps my storied cowboy boot history and 13 years of Catholic school uniform crewnecks has something to do with it, making this feel like home/youth/comfort/etc.  The map of my hometown emblazoned across my chest and functional yet swag-heavy bandana headband are just extras.  This is not fashion, y'all.  This is Security Blanket Clothing.

These are my Matisse boots.  Also pictured: laptop charger and a black shoelace.  Goodnight.

Saturday, January 12, 2013

tonight, we pucker.

If my life course continues in the direction it is headed, successful lipcolor will evade me until my dying day.  While an avid collector of lipstick since the nearly-goth purple flip-gloss I donned in the fourth grade, I have never been able to find a product that works: a shade that looks good on me while also being a little ostentatious (nude lipstick is an oxymoron, and so are you) by a brand that doesn't turn my mouth into a flakey, cakey, chapped mess.

Exhibit A of how much I suck at this.  I only tried to OPEN the thing.  Smashed.  Just so smashed.

My failure is especially interesting when you consider that when it comes to makeup, lipstick is the only thing my mother wears with regularity.  With her as an example, I should be really awesome at this.  Alas, lipstick-ready coloring and cosmetic ability appear not to be genetic, and so I put on Chapstick and I suffer.

Cut to right now.  Not terrible, right?!  A little vampy?  A little too much for the average lady?  Sort of makes me look severe and/or foreign?  These are always the goals.  This is M120 by Makeup far so good.  I haven't eaten or opened my mouth or spoken or breathed since putting it on, however, so I anticipate looking like a CSI victim within the hour.  Wish me luck/send Pond's.

Thursday, January 10, 2013

covering bases.

J. Crew cardigan; H&M button down; Express necklace; Frye boots
Sometimes New Year's resolutions start on January 10th.
Because it took you ten extra days to figure out a New Year's resolution.
What's that?  I'm off to an awesome start?  Shhh get back to your juice cleanse, nobody asked you.

Actually getting dressed in the morning -- even when you know you're just gonna change in a few hours because you have a dance class (!!!!!)(I'm quite bad)(but dude its so FUN) -- has felt really right these last few days.  Real shoes, big girl tops, accessories sometimes even.  Whoa dream big.  The last month has been a lot of massive sweaters and leggings and peppermint bark, so excuse me while I dig out the cool floaty button-down situation my cousin got me for Christmas and feel really proud of myself about it.  Also still leggings though.  Old habits die hard.

While my New Year's resolution is not Unpack My Christmas Break Suitcase Instead Of Just Laying On Top Of It And Hoping It Goes Away, it probably should be.