Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Boy was I tempting fate. Because here I am, about to start my fourth day of school and it feels totally weird. Today, I stopped at my sister's house on my way home from class and had two chocolate chip cookies and a glass of milk at her kitchen table as an after-school snack.
I've totally reverted.
Well, maybe not totally reverted yet, because to be honest, my real after-school snack back in the day was an entire box of Kraft mac and cheese and the Oprah show.
I'll let you know when I regress entirely.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
I wish it wasn't such a waste to have a pool in the Northwest due to rain and cold, but I almost feel like just having a really wonderful pool adds so much to a property that just by looking at it everyday the effects are felt.
Now where's my Zoloft?
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
I have to thank Scented Glossy Magazines for posting this, but I'm passing on the joy. The combination of Miley Cyrus, a handful of gays and the coast is the perfect way to start the morning.
Thank goodness I decided to pass on the double latte, I would have been pissed that I spent $3.32 when I can have this mood-lifter for free.
Monday, September 14, 2009
This is the reaction I get from my boyfried (via text, because we are a 21st century couple appearantly) upon hearing of the small victory:
"Boo that you Kate Moss-ed your Kim Kardashian."
Nugget of wisdom that I'll choose to take from that: He knows who Kate Moss is... the Kim Kardashian remark is duly noted.
8 Rue Furstemberg, 8 Rue De L'Abbaye: two entrances, two addresses means twice the Flamant -- this is the biggest Paris store and it's conventiently close to Laduree. The entry to Rue Furstemberg shop is all greenery and flowers. Walking in, you almost think the store is a florist, but alas, it opens onto wonderful furnishings. Unfortunately, this is where I sold my soul to the French, so no pictures resulted of this area.
I would love to own this coffee table. The proportions and material are ideal, I just wish the photo wasn't so darn blurry. I remember almost being seen taking this particular photo...
I would love to someday own some of their glassware. It's all so beautiful -especially their stemware. It's also gorgeous.
Such a wonderful chair for a bedroom. It was the perfect size and the lines were so romantic in person, without being overly sweet.
Recognize this chair? It was in the other store in white, here it's in a child's bedroom.
They have the most amazing bookcases. This one only gives a taste of the ones that are all over the store. Everything about them is wonderful.
The downstairs of the Rue Saint-Honore shop has a kitchen vignette and again, it's wonderful. Thick Carrera marble on cabinents done in a warm gray. The photo just barely shows that the face of this island is composed of wide planks. Loves it.
I had to get a photo of this staircase for my files. I would love to do this staircase someday.
Such a great wingback, done in a warm taupe/gray linen. Is linen ever wrong? I submit that it is not.
Those branches and hurricanes - stop it! It's just too good. I love the height that branches give and I also love how modern they can make a space look. It's an added bonus that they are the chic version of fake flowers. You get all the ease and longevity without having to be my Aunt Sandie.
Oh I wish I had a better picture of this settee. It was truly awesome. I also love the jardinieres on the table.
If only my friend and I had actually gone out with the shopboys -- I keep thinking of a night that ended with me coercing them to let me back in the shop under the pretense of 'having a little fun.' Wouldn't they have been so disappointed to learn that my idea of fun would have consisted of sitting on all the roped off chairs and playing house in all the different rooms?
Thursday, September 10, 2009
The rings above (my favorite for anyone who cares - ahem) are rose quartz and white drusy (with diamond). The drusy is this amazing layered stone, so in the middle is an increasing amount of flecks and dimension. It's amazing.
For a better view, visit here.
But all in all, over 100 kites at Gas Works is a sight to see. Carnies and all.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
One more look...
Update: Upon seeing these shoes my boyfriend says, "Let's make those. Get in the car, we'll go to Pay-Less and buy some glitter and Elmers and red spray paint"
I think few women ever have a moment where they feel like they look this damn good walking down the street. It's easy to look this amazing when you can go somewhere and not also have to have a bag for a laptop, a pair of comfortable shoes on (because are you kidding me with those heels?) and an additional bag for the rest of your life, aka a purse. A clutch during the daytime? Where would I put my string cheese?
Regardless. You can almost hear the accompanying music to this scene, because it's the same thing that would be playing in my head if I were to ever have a moment where I knew I looked this good.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
This article had me cracking up well into the day after reading it. It gets better as the story unfolds. God I love the WT -- if it weren't for stories like this I would maybe never smile.
Police: 'Chunky' escorts rip off intoxicated men
Posted by John de Leon -- From Times staff reporter Christine Clarridge:
According to police, the four victims decided, after a night of drinking at a
But when the woman and two female friends arrived, the men later told police, they found that none of them looked like the woman in the ad. The women were described vaguely to police as being "larger and thicker" than the female pictured in the Craigslist ad.
"The men said they were not as advertised," said Hansen.
Nevertheless, the disappointed men -- who ranged in ages from 22 to 46 -- handed over their money while the women were still at the door, police said. One of the women then asked if she could use the bathroom, police said.
But instead of going into the bathroom, the women ducked into a bedroom and started rooting around for things to steal, including a Blackberry and some jewelry, Hansen said. The men saw her and tried to stop her, but the woman ran outside to her friends and all three raced back to their car, a maroon Ford hatchback.
The men chased after them, but one man was run over when he tried block the women from driving off. The man suffered injuries that required a two-day hospital stay, Hansen said. The men were unable to get a license plate number.
The suspects were all described as being about 5-feet-8, white and "chunky," in their late 20s, possibly from
While trying to describe the suspects to police, the men decided to rate the women on a scale of 1 to 10. Three said the women all rated a "2." But the man described by police as the most intoxicated disagreed and claimed they rated a "4."
Copyright © 2009 The Seattle Times Company
It's probably the painted woodwork that is making me swoon, but I like the simplicity of this hall entry.
Don't you just want to wake up here? So white and serene - I love that bedside table.
The drapes that have just the slightest hint of pink in them is what stands out for me. The bookshelves that have been painted white with black insides, paired with unexpected pink is perfect.
I've really been liking the wool in weaves that remind me of felt. It's so masculine, but on chairs like this that have been painted white, it becomes very unisex and beautiful. I also love the box they've made to cover the radiators. They can be such a waste of space, but here they become extra seating.
To me this is a great version of a man's bedroom. It's masculine, but not in any way that borders on bachelor pad.
I've already made my love of bookcases clear, but I love the symmetry of these and the way they pop against the white of the living room and how the black shelves mirror the ebonized floor.
Two stories illustrate his importance in my family:
1) I have ever only had ONE reoccurring dream: I wake up in the morning and turn on the television, but instead of finding my Charlie, sitting there like the schmuck that he is is George Stephanopoulos (not cool, because I've hated him ever sense he turned on Clinton back in the 90s). The dream concludes with finding out that Charlie has died in the night and Stephanopoulos is his permanent replacement. Cue me waking up in a cold sweat.
2) Yesterday when it was announced that Charlie was finally retiring at the end of the year on the evening news, the phone immediately rang at my house and on the other end was my sister, in despair. She had just heard it announced, whereas I had had a full 9-hours since NPR's Morning Edition to come to terms with it. We eventually hung up, but not before she proclaimed in a sad whimper that Charlie was like a father to her.
It's amazing how the loss of a face in a TV can send us reeling, but there is something about news anchors that makes my family cling on for dear life. Somehow we imprinted on Charlie Gibson and now, he's the news anchor that all others must surpass. Waking up to him each morning, and now ending my day watching him, has bookend-ed a long period of my life and to no longer have him delivering the news is truly an end of an era.
Happy retirement Charlie.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
One of those crappy, nothing goes right, off-days. Gmail isn't working, things are way more complicated then they should be and I ate a grilled cheese sandwich that I totally regret.
I want to just close my eyes and either move 12-hours forward or 12-hours back. Right now. If I did go 12-hours back, though, I'd have to workout again today and that is so not happening.