tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85701387276886004102024-02-19T22:29:07.143-08:00cerezasYtigresBienvenidos a mi happy place.SLOmygoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14678788927525234518noreply@blogger.comBlogger136125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570138727688600410.post-80579070394665126662011-12-22T18:51:00.000-08:002011-12-22T18:56:52.069-08:00Big news...<a href="http://www.slomygosh.com"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh40l_WFFe_CH0QOu4cfRZNKlYSIVpLTPEqGyqcuJ3oM4FKXXJIE_-DjvSyX4oRqWlzs7U9P1HyfbO02B33hZEYyKG5A-z4dcKoj33pbKIPgBsz5IdrMBJo5NEg8uRdBVJH-gFQa3F9dHf7/s400/blog_move.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689151211745367970" /></a>SLOmygoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14678788927525234518noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570138727688600410.post-85389374949333766492011-11-26T11:34:00.000-08:002011-11-26T11:42:36.130-08:00HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!Ok, I've really been trying to wait to post this, but I can't contain myself any longer. Do you see where I'm going with this? 90% of my Christmas shopping is done and Jeffrey had to hide all of it from me (including the gifts I bought for him), because I SO BADLY WANT TO GIVE EVERYONE THEIR PRESENTS RIGHT NOWWWWW!!! Also, I AM SO EXCITED about Elliott's first Christmas. I've been listening to Christmas music for about a month, subsisting on candy canes and gingerbread, and I'm pretty much sweating hot cocoa. Can you tell? <div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp5DjWSCQIDFLXkHbY1umCkM5gCjYR_Khiv_TsFxmCegLQUvX-4dxQwH3K-E092ORLUK6XaFr4Zc_p3ZjupAt3IKfLC_oq_hIqlLfG8YBavXDnnV4nQ6iXNa0k2U4hZCohlLb-pLLnwJdg/s1600/christmas.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp5DjWSCQIDFLXkHbY1umCkM5gCjYR_Khiv_TsFxmCegLQUvX-4dxQwH3K-E092ORLUK6XaFr4Zc_p3ZjupAt3IKfLC_oq_hIqlLfG8YBavXDnnV4nQ6iXNa0k2U4hZCohlLb-pLLnwJdg/s400/christmas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679390318033568914" /></a><br /></div>SLOmygoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14678788927525234518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570138727688600410.post-32002763014391055312011-11-20T22:52:00.000-08:002011-11-20T22:53:27.685-08:00Atmodsphere Opens! At last...<div><div style="text-align: center;">Carla was sweet enough to let me trail around while she put the finishing touches on SLO's newest retail/design addition. ATMODSPHERE is surely the most beautiful example of mid-century modern home furnishings in town. Recognize this space? Mid-Cent Mod fans have been eyeing it for months, first in admiration of its structural and cosmetic face-lift, and more recently for the amazing inventory that's trickled in behind locked doors. Including furnishings by <i>super, incredible, ohmygosh,</i> <a href="http://jorybrigham.com/">Jory Brigham</a>! Local architect extraordinaire, <a href="http://www.garciaarchdesign.com/index.php">George Garcia</a> did such an exquisite job retrofitting and redesigning this darling Chorro St. building while maintaing its character and keeping the past 100 years or so of worn-in loveliness entirely intact. Like a pair of vintage Levi's carefully mounted and framed on a wall- it's all about showcasing the great bones, and appreciating the wear and tear, while admiring the careful addition of fresh, clean lines, and subtly artistic details. It's an absolute gem, and the perfect example of building-marries-business bliss. <i>Major</i> design-crush on this one, people. Major. </div><div><div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwlY6SwkT9zX0EP84GugMC8_-YR2YhRDgb1Ey6xCMsXKkx8_Cmv_DDHAYy8fRWYam-AcoiW0rAA4WOCAmpX4kNBbn6P8PQfOOh1VTEij8CeysyRdetLu0sJ3n_3VhHD_x_vOM6RL0WMAjJ/s1600/atmod_collage_0.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwlY6SwkT9zX0EP84GugMC8_-YR2YhRDgb1Ey6xCMsXKkx8_Cmv_DDHAYy8fRWYam-AcoiW0rAA4WOCAmpX4kNBbn6P8PQfOOh1VTEij8CeysyRdetLu0sJ3n_3VhHD_x_vOM6RL0WMAjJ/s400/atmod_collage_0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677327371543045346" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdOwLfMGuY6wAGou_3m_BlJuy9bzNkHcK1aOYswJlVew_biXgeM7ZL3fjofBz5omHq4imyMs6nfBMXR2fknj_Mc1amroRXWKtDKEJirJnOf24D1fWp14hrPBYjmhTEBlMB-N6saxFufLJN/s1600/carla_collage_1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnG7p1l_fILDvEuDGyEdOJGS_ufON2PCYkJXgG2iYk-jjh8Px3ccwCvn8zpsfJxmq0wZuCIj9kD3KYboGUTY3X0uUxbfSBBwaffzIjG9cq4GsQi9K5MOrTxbqAKMv7qtf7o8W4ZdxS-EQH/s400/carla_collage_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677324499921504642" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdYNbDtm1ao3idGB9yKR7yat9FnuLgOX6yWQuZn02j5kAjzN-Ufu8do_knocSh1Wya-7n7q9EuacW2xr3A5hLMhOe5BibaEuL_g0roLhFPm8AqFuULEjwXz2GTOkUJYwmy910TYqVlLvQf/s1600/atmod_collage_4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 138px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdYNbDtm1ao3idGB9yKR7yat9FnuLgOX6yWQuZn02j5kAjzN-Ufu8do_knocSh1Wya-7n7q9EuacW2xr3A5hLMhOe5BibaEuL_g0roLhFPm8AqFuULEjwXz2GTOkUJYwmy910TYqVlLvQf/s400/atmod_collage_4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677324163116943202" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgym8snHFKIN2wjr9leTTxAT3eCMKU0WI8Vfadq2FkXaNTyNT9aa6wIXCxNvITcup2vgOMbt8_SZvcP7RzYLAX6F-eKw6Kwg3v7ewY2hgoxOIekwNk5bpdXOzckPg70uGt3RPx6mjdv4uYi/s1600/admod_collage_1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgym8snHFKIN2wjr9leTTxAT3eCMKU0WI8Vfadq2FkXaNTyNT9aa6wIXCxNvITcup2vgOMbt8_SZvcP7RzYLAX6F-eKw6Kwg3v7ewY2hgoxOIekwNk5bpdXOzckPg70uGt3RPx6mjdv4uYi/s400/admod_collage_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677324062859874146" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Visit ATMODSPHERE today! </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div></div><div style="text-align: center;">1119 Chorro St.</div><div style="text-align: center;">San Luis Obispo, CA </div><div style="text-align: center;">805.549.1119</div><div></div></div></div>SLOmygoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14678788927525234518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570138727688600410.post-1617740020903150152011-11-07T20:17:00.000-08:002011-11-07T21:05:42.790-08:00Oh.Em.Geee... it's the M.N.K.R's!<div style="text-align: left;">So as it turns out, (<a href="http://cerezasytigres.blogspot.com/2011/10/because-i-cant-wait-around-for-todd.html">like me</a>), Matt and Kandace- darling duo behind <a href="http://www.mnkr.com/">the amazing MNKR t-shirt brand</a>, can't wait around for Todd Selby forever either. Happily, they're willing to accept the generic version of him... ME! This morning the MNKR's opened up their adorable little live/work cottage and granted me full access to the whole abode! I even got a peek at where the magic happens... Hey, I'm talking about the workshop! But yes, I saw the bedroom too. </div><div style="text-align: center;">***bow chicka wow wow***</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Enjoy this fun, inside-glimpse at two of my very favorite people, including the other half of my we're-totes-too-old-for-this-but-we-</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 16px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;">♥</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span">-Twilight-anyway club. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Team Edward!</i></span></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-VVMJXi-zYXXoWWK2DoRuoKlWg_bbfBOyWJUf4nV0ECBtkqgFyZcZJbpxw-mIuVt0qos9YyDiCGP4FmwtSniaYgrz05zpkeEY6S_dTZ2h8BJpuOKAEirIm47i42jIveRIV4vo0UqetIDi/s1600/mnkr_cot1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgniD9hrVyqAXu9bd2cFkbsU8ohU1oDlGOqYFgg6cUC-2arVnzq05lPo92nqh3Rnc3KwjQqytgKljbhc1XzdWq4ms9FzWVPCpt_m4lG_Dl9ss6cntYuBUvrhtx7Gk-Lue9JGOpExI_VIiRJ/s400/mnkr_collage9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672477019952760498" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1XlDQylxtRMX2ZulG8_SkDnRmWkI7XwOGTAkz-PEmVqRWAXYsDMasHvqvUju8bbyaiG9BEW30tlOsoJchJp8RjVJH2ahJ2U-GTYy3uQhWBnNlvqUPH0lZuXuFE6w3ndBQ8GiTDKDUZKWd/s1600/mnkr_collage10.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1XlDQylxtRMX2ZulG8_SkDnRmWkI7XwOGTAkz-PEmVqRWAXYsDMasHvqvUju8bbyaiG9BEW30tlOsoJchJp8RjVJH2ahJ2U-GTYy3uQhWBnNlvqUPH0lZuXuFE6w3ndBQ8GiTDKDUZKWd/s400/mnkr_collage10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672476916566272674" /></a>SLOmygoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14678788927525234518noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570138727688600410.post-33333717342529973192011-10-18T18:14:00.001-07:002011-10-19T14:03:50.800-07:00Mmmm... mush. YUM!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Today I made Elliott a teensy bowl of rice cereal- not so much with the </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">expectation of him eating it... but rather as a little practice for when he does.<br />You might even call it a dress rehearsal, complete with costume! Kinda. </span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXQuYdVMmpohvSpSQWIlaCVPMxsXI8ekAxiwapPUO1Jo4QsWkW-0ugDnJtYfgYik-2KLvRI5VqgOON1erkTBP_rx6m5s5GH-Dlz4HgAzUk23dq5I7NZJ2lYZlMTuim3wJOySdEymlrI4Pp/s1600/elli_eats2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 136px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXQuYdVMmpohvSpSQWIlaCVPMxsXI8ekAxiwapPUO1Jo4QsWkW-0ugDnJtYfgYik-2KLvRI5VqgOON1erkTBP_rx6m5s5GH-Dlz4HgAzUk23dq5I7NZJ2lYZlMTuim3wJOySdEymlrI4Pp/s400/elli_eats2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665005629671947634" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Mmmm... mush. YUM!<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqqxb4dD69EDME8iIee2mAm8WhXqSPzub_EZi9g0lYp_ju6ZQalztKZ6quZMnU5rT8hc_9ZwEkP8AoplAV3_oYvW_0LANHyKjd4rwLgm9Ei3cRg_0EQV3y3OF7tVKsyS5MMQGkc5CHSjMm/s1600/elli_eats1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 103px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqqxb4dD69EDME8iIee2mAm8WhXqSPzub_EZi9g0lYp_ju6ZQalztKZ6quZMnU5rT8hc_9ZwEkP8AoplAV3_oYvW_0LANHyKjd4rwLgm9Ei3cRg_0EQV3y3OF7tVKsyS5MMQGkc5CHSjMm/s400/elli_eats1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665005570262584658" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">1. I quickly learned that he prefers to be in charge of his own spoon...<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6163/6261852694_c724c9f414.jpg/" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6163/6261852694_c724c9f414.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665005504783205186" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">2. I also learned that letting this kid loose with a spoon<br />necessitates a good bib.<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz9WI0c5_QyLZD6VNFE9pRy-zMQDQLDkuFcNdawLVi_2tVPo8YjDwX6eM8bYkwm7JD2jyvrccs8HcQkrgHfdoLHNBfDWj7uP6d3MhaN93MmVn3y4dsAeXBvA2raE65KqMYOPJ_Cgy86-pM/s1600/elli_eats4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 103px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz9WI0c5_QyLZD6VNFE9pRy-zMQDQLDkuFcNdawLVi_2tVPo8YjDwX6eM8bYkwm7JD2jyvrccs8HcQkrgHfdoLHNBfDWj7uP6d3MhaN93MmVn3y4dsAeXBvA2raE65KqMYOPJ_Cgy86-pM/s400/elli_eats4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665005422775215874" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">3. The finale... in which Elliott eats his bib, and... *drumroll please*<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">LAUGHS!</span></span><br /></div>SLOmygoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14678788927525234518noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570138727688600410.post-46286152140581572662011-10-12T20:53:00.000-07:002011-10-13T09:10:24.139-07:00Because I can't wait around for Todd Selby forever...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivoJnuF-34l8p2xp8jBjGUY3LJyAddy2N85GuYPZHmuQmFoVqGJ0mPalVsrQTQKCIhXSL3Izoher0qANyxMUiCoNDg_S2ceVeKYl2fFK3y_dybQFINONjDAmI32OYCkCq4-qt4Bu6hvJg6/s1600/collage1.5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="294" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivoJnuF-34l8p2xp8jBjGUY3LJyAddy2N85GuYPZHmuQmFoVqGJ0mPalVsrQTQKCIhXSL3Izoher0qANyxMUiCoNDg_S2ceVeKYl2fFK3y_dybQFINONjDAmI32OYCkCq4-qt4Bu6hvJg6/s320/collage1.5.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Over florals? What a sweet way to transition from the sun-dresses of Summer to the darker palette of Fall. </div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Oldies but (major) goodies, by <a href="http://www.thesartorialist.com/">Scott Schuman</a>:</div><div><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /></div>SLOmygoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14678788927525234518noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570138727688600410.post-53870611567546250232011-08-10T13:33:00.000-07:002012-01-13T13:41:11.524-08:00Elliott Dahl is one month old...<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cerezasytigres/6030354606/" title="photo.JPG by cerezas y tigres, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6071/6030354606_10766cf36c.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt="photo.JPG" /></a></div>SLOmygoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14678788927525234518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570138727688600410.post-5802691241144358022011-07-16T10:06:00.000-07:002011-07-16T10:08:38.014-07:00Summer afternoon...<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cerezasytigres/5938946757/" title="Untitled by cerezas y tigres, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6025/5938946757_c8d7e70af0.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt=""></a>SLOmygoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14678788927525234518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570138727688600410.post-78194622245948837362011-07-13T11:34:00.000-07:002012-01-13T13:43:18.059-08:00My baby Dahl...<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cerezasytigres/5924802939/" title="Untitled by cerezas y tigres, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6141/5924802939_91915d8920.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt="" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here he is! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cerezasytigres/5934706466/" title="Untitled by cerezas y tigres, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6122/5934706466_cebf55696a.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt="" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Elliott Dahl Claassen arrived last week Wednesday, and is just as lovely and sweet as anyone could ever hope to be.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cerezasytigres/5934569648/" title="photo.JPG by cerezas y tigres, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6011/5934569648_2edf13d1b3.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt="photo.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We are head over heels in love with our little man, and he seems to be pretty happy too.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cerezasytigres/5925361510/" title="Untitled by cerezas y tigres, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6002/5925361510_9a004d6677.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt="" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cerezasytigres/5924800837/" title="Untitled by cerezas y tigres, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6136/5924800837_425cbacf49.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt="" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">In fact, (it could be all the surges of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oxytocin">oxytocin</a> running through my body but...) I think Elliott has made me fall in love with just about everything again.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cerezasytigres/5925361946/" title="Untitled by cerezas y tigres, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6022/5925361946_875b6dde05.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt="" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My family, my home... LIFE! He epitomizes it and makes it seem just that much more amazing. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cerezasytigres/5934698104/" title="photo.JPG by cerezas y tigres, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6029/5934698104_a0e08d7d51.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt="photo.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">He's like a living, breathing love letter to life. He's made mine feel precious and complete.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cerezasytigres/5934691134/" title="photo.JPG by cerezas y tigres, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6004/5934691134_654fb7feeb.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt="photo.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Complete with the ocassional <a href="http://www.treehugger.com/et-poster.jpg">ET</a> joke and lots of reminding people who <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roald_Dahl">Roald Dahl</a> is too...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cerezasytigres/5925362090/" title="Untitled by cerezas y tigres, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6008/5925362090_59893efbdf.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt="" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Go, Elliott! :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cerezasytigres/5934571686/" title="photo.JPG by cerezas y tigres, on Flickr"></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cerezasytigres/5934571686/" title="photo.JPG by cerezas y tigres, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6137/5934571686_65056fc96c.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt="photo.JPG" /></a></div>SLOmygoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14678788927525234518noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570138727688600410.post-28147394299389393772011-06-08T12:24:00.000-07:002011-06-08T17:24:59.296-07:00On environment, inspiration, and being a sponge...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJj-ngdhm-JLd4hDvGmourwq6vyeLjO5RTGpLezrlmLOrv1JBQZLYXEt3qIaF9FzV83F-GJ24cmEMZkUNTE1Jq125cVzc5uDxsqYz3EnwrBki5ms8lt6hUDZe3LOpE5z6LGOLNdtojMc83/s1600/317051265.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 475px; height: 633px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJj-ngdhm-JLd4hDvGmourwq6vyeLjO5RTGpLezrlmLOrv1JBQZLYXEt3qIaF9FzV83F-GJ24cmEMZkUNTE1Jq125cVzc5uDxsqYz3EnwrBki5ms8lt6hUDZe3LOpE5z6LGOLNdtojMc83/s400/317051265.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615977624816412514" border="0" /></a>Kimberley at <a href="http://www.wildfoxcouture.com/">Wildfox</a> is killing it. Always. But lately she's upped her game and feathered in more personal posts with her usual photo-heavy/word-light fare. As such, my addiction to her <a href="http://ilovewildfox.com/">blog</a> has reached a worrisome new level. Nine weeks of bed rest is really just a blog-stalking enabler, and Kimberley is my unwitting prey.<br /><br />Anyway... she recently posted a fantastic <a href="http://ilovewildfox.com/iloveyouwildfox/2011/6/1/personal-post-influences.html">piece</a> on personal inspiration and the response from readers was just as great. I love reading about the big and little things that inspire others in their everyday life- so this post was so so sooooo much fun. I'm going to plagiarize myself a bit now and use my own comment to her as explanation on how inspiration works for me.<br /><br />For my part, I feel like a big sponge when it comes to inspiration. I tend to soak in a bit of everything that I surround myself with, so I try very hard to curate my life as much as possible surrounding myself with the people and things that make me happy, that I consider beautiful or lovely in some way, and that trigger deeper inspiration in myself. It tends to be like a spiraling train of thought that revolves around fashion but rarely ever starts there.<br /><br />Architecture, Paumes books, mood boards and collages, biographies, my precious family, my happy little plants and flowers, the things that make me laugh, endless education, squishy-faced animals, shades of pink and cream, Paris and the sandy dirt in the parks there, the gardens at Versailles, the beaches back home, finches and little old birdcages, goldfish, Montana spray paint and home-made stencils, fancy teas, the artwork on our walls, the artwork we find on walls outside, Kokeshi dolls, little tiny taxidermy animals, cherry blossoms, fine pointed Sakura pens, charcoal and watercolors, travelling, music, farmers markets, my lovely little home, creating vignettes, rose oil, coconut lotion, spa days, Mexican hot chocolate, grapefruit Perrier, lemon Pelegrino, dark dark chocolate, origami paper, kissing, photography, heirlooms, cooking, carousels, re-purposing, warm weather, fruit and animal patterns, lychees fresh from the tree, pom poms, tutus, stripes, polka dots, quirks, people watching...<br /><br />These things (and so much more) make up my life. They occupy the space in my head and (if I'm lucky), allow me to catch glimpses of a collective consciousness that will become a trend two seasons from now. They help me to anticipate as accurately as I'm able. And what is apparel buying if not anticipation? We clear our minds, cross our fingers, and try to see the future... Blogs inspire me too. Growing up in an age of zines in place of blogs, I can say that the blog age is 100x better. It's instant gratification, and comradery. Being someone extremely sensitive to their environment has both its benefits and drawbacks. When my home or work space is not a reflection of my (pathetically) artistic temperament, it's difficult for me to control my moods and impossible for me to be either creative or productive. But when the space around me is balanced with the visuals, sounds and smells that make me happy... oh my gosh, every door is open, the roof floats away to reveal limitless possibility and life is extraordinary.<br /><br />Thank you Kimberley, for being an inspiration. Thank you for giving us behind-the-scenes glimpses into your life and your collections. You have become an invaluable tool in my trending forecast pocket and I am SO incredibly grateful to you for that. You are as lovely as they come.SLOmygoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14678788927525234518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570138727688600410.post-90172650409848286752011-06-04T14:58:00.000-07:002011-06-04T15:27:01.264-07:00That time of year? I'm homesick. Yet again..."Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair." ~Kahlil Gibran <br /><br />This stupid quote really set me off today. I mean, it's a beautiful quote... obviously... but it just got me to thinking about what "nature" means here in California- and what it means back home. It's like two separate worlds, and two separate definitions. Sometimes I feel like I don't even know what "nature" means anymore. <br /><br />My nature is wet with warm water, constantly growing, and in ten thousand shades of green. <br /><br />Here it's cold rain, parks, oak trees, apples and oranges, poppies and lavender, snakes, acorns, deer, mountain lions, dry, brittle hills in varying shades of brown- or struggling to turn green just briefly a few times of year. Seagulls, hard grey sand, cold dark water, sea lions, and kelp... <br /><br />These things still feel so foreign and alien to me. I can never quite get used to the dryness of California soil, and the weird smell of California beaches. And I often feel guilty for raising my children here and for these things being what they're now used to. I just really miss my island. I'm sad that my children aren't running barefoot through soft, muddy, jungly trails like I did- never ever thinking about snakes, or mountain lions, or poison oak, because they don't exist there. I miss the big, soft, warm sand that you can push your feet way down deep in, and floating in clear, clean salty water before rinsing off in cold fresh water ponds. I miss jumping on my horses in the back yard and seeing the faces I've known my whole life all over town. I want to scream at myself, ACCLIMATE ALREADY, this is home now!!! But when will it really feel like that?SLOmygoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14678788927525234518noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570138727688600410.post-25359685687880004872011-06-03T14:59:00.001-07:002011-06-03T15:27:30.790-07:00A few of my favorite marinière moments...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqrnRpa9N4vuixU3p35Z8RC6VOxIcRx-7gtkwLsXByPvOU1vaLlEr5LSv0brOEVL469oYkYdT7Q9RMvfDPnlXhozzYcIuj9JxDVJ4qnxY2QDenQMKovOJg_K3vcALz58T6e-Y-AGwgb_bb/s1600/evu_jean_seberg_09.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqrnRpa9N4vuixU3p35Z8RC6VOxIcRx-7gtkwLsXByPvOU1vaLlEr5LSv0brOEVL469oYkYdT7Q9RMvfDPnlXhozzYcIuj9JxDVJ4qnxY2QDenQMKovOJg_K3vcALz58T6e-Y-AGwgb_bb/s320/evu_jean_seberg_09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613390224047042658" border="0" /></a>There are a few French basics that never go out of style: Repettos, K. Jacques, ballet flats, slim black capri pants, Bensimon's, Gitanes, and the perfect striped t-shirt - "la marinière." It always looks just right, and you can never have too many.<br /><br />Unconvinced? See: Coco Chanel, Jean Seberg, Audrey Hepburn, Brigitte Bardot, Edie Sedgwick, and just about every other iconically chic woman in the world. It's an adorable culmination of all things clean, classic, striped, nautical and timeless. <br /><br />I love this look, skirted for Spring, with tailored shorts for Summer, layered with a crisp blazer and jeans for Fall, and hiding under scarves, wool trousers, and warm trench coats for Winter. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZyU-8aG1cOt9-MAUvwROcEkAJq_uozO8pFV40m6UwyjBS-qF3u6nDYZbQ__Gg6Fy0W4P86aamrrotw5_ypEJmuxqNB0A4gT_DgNxiuGxsi0TWBZCRs5euluiKcfmk1MPkLPf1nNJ7kYHc/s1600/stripes-skt.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZyU-8aG1cOt9-MAUvwROcEkAJq_uozO8pFV40m6UwyjBS-qF3u6nDYZbQ__Gg6Fy0W4P86aamrrotw5_ypEJmuxqNB0A4gT_DgNxiuGxsi0TWBZCRs5euluiKcfmk1MPkLPf1nNJ7kYHc/s320/stripes-skt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613390547274102290" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcEt_8wD3DnJIb3sBTNrZgnh4jSQwm3b-Q6-pe3SKQYKB4EvkjrlUhuBcfQ_AYtj1O5coJv0j3pIGoHeOEv-pnoRTKOvmm0F65tUFg_5MLJVEvmwgaogeY9gLI5w80-RvF9FOpV0yLYn-Q/s1600/6a0120a7c5f0a1970b0133ed000ccd970b-800wi.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcEt_8wD3DnJIb3sBTNrZgnh4jSQwm3b-Q6-pe3SKQYKB4EvkjrlUhuBcfQ_AYtj1O5coJv0j3pIGoHeOEv-pnoRTKOvmm0F65tUFg_5MLJVEvmwgaogeY9gLI5w80-RvF9FOpV0yLYn-Q/s320/6a0120a7c5f0a1970b0133ed000ccd970b-800wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613387479750235458" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhot_-zkcd1NleG8PAVFyT3sq76EQKENYU0ZiK-ChqW-M9xUoIaqre4aQo6TadXNclFcnk5cWzYc6uQ1j5KkdUiFxZOv2NAsqOm0LQ_vu71SZ8rFbO1aMeX3R72dDCvIFqXVtF0EAVf2IiV/s1600/92510MR_8088W.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhot_-zkcd1NleG8PAVFyT3sq76EQKENYU0ZiK-ChqW-M9xUoIaqre4aQo6TadXNclFcnk5cWzYc6uQ1j5KkdUiFxZOv2NAsqOm0LQ_vu71SZ8rFbO1aMeX3R72dDCvIFqXVtF0EAVf2IiV/s400/92510MR_8088W.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590391102597853682" border="0" /></a>Here's what I know about the French favorite... "marinière", or the Breton shirt.<br />The long-sleeved striped cotton garment (traditionally, the stripes begin around the breastbone and it has a boat neck). You know the one, you should probably have 2 or 3 — justifiably, as all are different (to the keen eye, at least).<br /><br />The Breton striped shirt originated in Brittany— a French province that occupies the peninsula between the English Channel and Bay of Biscay. It's the traditional garment of choice among French fishermen— which may explain its nautical affiliation. And incidentally, the shirt bears a striking resemblance to the Brittany flag.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA5Jy5ZrEdb03HLRUeD3ZqB5VOItrXh-vgTgZ5s2zX0FUk6Lkz56jfHpT6xfmI1sSWuIOvSZ2dvI_ib4yeQgx3PFPOUmdwT9WZCJA3afyayce-vlfeDxbuygTl9e0VGHvKe2BqVKgBaTk2/s1600/stripes_chanel.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA5Jy5ZrEdb03HLRUeD3ZqB5VOItrXh-vgTgZ5s2zX0FUk6Lkz56jfHpT6xfmI1sSWuIOvSZ2dvI_ib4yeQgx3PFPOUmdwT9WZCJA3afyayce-vlfeDxbuygTl9e0VGHvKe2BqVKgBaTk2/s320/stripes_chanel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613386400148579330" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHg-7t96VqMo7Wlv4VzuNNc2tsvUAkurIA9KKlbu2am15x_eR5Yu-svqrKb101VnehFsWQJh2oCZ_H2SJ2heee2rIArU0iAfrtvhTOO9aXG7wTgDLRBz7z2_Cd_ILsRL6PLqsTOD0Y2xPg/s1600/_MG_6935A.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHg-7t96VqMo7Wlv4VzuNNc2tsvUAkurIA9KKlbu2am15x_eR5Yu-svqrKb101VnehFsWQJh2oCZ_H2SJ2heee2rIArU0iAfrtvhTOO9aXG7wTgDLRBz7z2_Cd_ILsRL6PLqsTOD0Y2xPg/s400/_MG_6935A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590391012049422130" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSSFqTsJnvJLn9BLVARgBMCHhSZMiNX0dGpkBtJfAvUdsuPbNrypDgcP21AbqmmMt8Csi3uNRbTHWRUscmpz-fIeZ0DNtZPvWsqm1s16j_Dn1MnREueWB2GvCqelbk3Izq2_rd3hms4OTn/s1600/brigitte-bardot-mariniere-2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSSFqTsJnvJLn9BLVARgBMCHhSZMiNX0dGpkBtJfAvUdsuPbNrypDgcP21AbqmmMt8Csi3uNRbTHWRUscmpz-fIeZ0DNtZPvWsqm1s16j_Dn1MnREueWB2GvCqelbk3Izq2_rd3hms4OTn/s320/brigitte-bardot-mariniere-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613748197676281522" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhKqp9VOM4fKfmy-N85T7ZrxgI1vcnxrIdccLkYtoSIOpcsOz8Jy_e045X6wKnlgdNVGKga63SPnzsDhI3Do-oW_aWbvKyuzNGJtWk1X7WMNXpWbiHD6Ff-BKhh0meJeZjg-pjrHrKB9bH/s1600/072910-mariniere+-+23.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhKqp9VOM4fKfmy-N85T7ZrxgI1vcnxrIdccLkYtoSIOpcsOz8Jy_e045X6wKnlgdNVGKga63SPnzsDhI3Do-oW_aWbvKyuzNGJtWk1X7WMNXpWbiHD6Ff-BKhh0meJeZjg-pjrHrKB9bH/s320/072910-mariniere+-+23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613386077172894130" border="0" /></a>2010's infatuation with Military fashion was saturated by ARMY and Air Force styling, meaning naval-influenced pieces went largely overlooked. As the military trend winds down for spring 2011, and we turn to new influences - the nautical may be overlooked entirely. But I don't despair. In fact, I tend not to think of the marinière as a strictly nautical or military trend. I prefer, rather, to see its timelessness. Its long-lived contribution to fashion and its perfect palette of simplicity, comfort, fun, and easy elegance.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.thesartorialist.com/"><span style="font-size:78%;">Photo source</span></a>SLOmygoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14678788927525234518noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570138727688600410.post-14312221707923182872011-06-01T16:02:00.000-07:002011-06-01T16:08:10.063-07:00I have a new life goal...<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Recreate THIS!</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJn66e3lJF_9mq5dpqhob24q2fcAErVansbJDz50hJRQwVFv7StgQYPuqpxNqqCRMI6A9O0TqRafDkUpKzwEBVm686Z7HMff9AUlDDD8q106MVU1IMNivyS1Tpxb6zCONtTQTwFSND7qsd/s1600/painted-piano.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 172px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJn66e3lJF_9mq5dpqhob24q2fcAErVansbJDz50hJRQwVFv7StgQYPuqpxNqqCRMI6A9O0TqRafDkUpKzwEBVm686Z7HMff9AUlDDD8q106MVU1IMNivyS1Tpxb6zCONtTQTwFSND7qsd/s320/painted-piano.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613390784738799282" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">My poor little piano is making a super sad face right now because it had no idea what it was missing out on all this time. <br /></div>SLOmygoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14678788927525234518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570138727688600410.post-42492689333679829992011-05-08T19:10:00.001-07:002011-05-08T19:26:24.498-07:00Happy happy mother's day...<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cerezasytigres/5701469989/" title="Untitled by cerezas y tigres, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2689/5701469989_c3f8785c27_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt=""></a><br /><br />These magnificent little buggers occupy my whole heart and make me feel so blessed every single day.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cerezasytigres/5701469985/" title="Untitled by cerezas y tigres, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3135/5701469985_67784312f1_m.jpg" width="240" height="160" alt=""></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cerezasytigres/5701468981/" title="Untitled by cerezas y tigres, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5064/5701468981_cec06a49ae_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt=""></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cerezasytigres/5701523489/" title="Untitled by cerezas y tigres, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2256/5701523489_b79aab5335_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt=""></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cerezasytigres/5471999000/" title="photo.JPG by cerezas y tigres, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5099/5471999000_a1d0b906f8_m.jpg" width="240" height="161" alt="photo.JPG"></a>SLOmygoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14678788927525234518noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570138727688600410.post-38789912292836859742011-05-08T12:19:00.000-07:002011-05-08T12:21:59.092-07:00When I saw you, I fell in love...and you smiled because you knew.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cerezasytigres/5700629928/" title="Untitled by cerezas y tigres, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5225/5700629928_6b3741cfc3.jpg" alt="" height="500" width="368" /></a>SLOmygoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14678788927525234518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570138727688600410.post-61809928307505359902011-05-05T00:02:00.000-07:002011-05-05T01:34:38.889-07:00In response to Eli... on trends.<a href="http://thrifteye.blogspot.com/">Eli, over at Thrift Eye</a> recently commented on the "Florals for Spring" post, and my response to her seemed to inject itself with steroids, grow extra limbs and just generally Jabba the Hut all over the place, so... naturally, I thought it best to share it here. <br /><br />Eli's perfectly normal, unassuming comment:<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"But you used to be or still are a buyer for a store right? That brings upon the duality of trend forecasting much like magazines do I would imagine. Magazines criticize the same hypocrisy they represent. If it's not flowers for spring it's stripes, or dots, or whatever then floral all over again! This is why I'm much more apt to wear what I like and looks good on me and not follow trends. In fact, I think the trend right now and maybe for the 2010's is to not follow a trend?<br /><br />I personally love flowers...and generally think millions or billions of others do too. Why else would Liberty of London still exist?!"</span><br /><br />My unbelievably long, ranting, tangent of a response (sorry):<br /><br />I totally agree with you, Eli. I buy for stores in California, Hawaii, and Arizona- and yes, as such I am slave to the trend forecasting Gods. We're often buying more than a year out. But you know what? It's all just soooo cyclical and after a while... predictable. This gives many buyers an attitude of: "We make the trends... WE determine what will be available to the public next season/next year..." And to an extent, they're right, because often a particular style won't even go into production if the presale figures are weak. Though it can be very redundant, I have to look at each collection with a fresh and neutral palate because I'm not buying for myself- I'm buying to appeal to women of all ages, shapes, sizes, and lifestyles. I'm paid to predict, but in doing so I have to consider the woman who will ultimately see an item in a shop window and stop in her tracks. Where will she be in 12 months? WHO will she be? What editorial, celebrity, weather, or colors will appeal to her? What music will she listen to? What car will she drive? Who does she go home to at night? How does she earn her money, and (most relevant) how will she choose to spend it? <br /><br />Personally, I wear whatever the heck I want, whenever I want (often to my own detriment- but happily), and in my everyday life I am absolutely immune to what's hip or trendy at the moment. To be honest, I find that the more loose and unaffected I can keep myself, the better my buying and long term trending radar (and thus next years' sales figures) will be. Also, it might seem obnoxious to say this, but when you're exposed to so many collections so far in advance, what's trending "now" really loses its impact. By the time I finally see the product on a hanger, in the store- it's old news. But it's the way this fashion machine works, and it's really all we've got in terms of steering customers down the path that will lead to the highest revenue. Through trends, the industry shoves its ominous mantra down consumer's throats: "Oooh.... Hurry up and wear your stripes while you can... polka dots are riiiight around the cornerrrr!" Ummm... Are my stripes going to self-destruct next month, or run away from home when the polka dots show up? I can't tell you how much I hate that mentality. I also hate perpetuating the gross consumerism and waste that trends produce in my occupation. It's probably the single most difficult aspect of my job, and will certainly be my downfall- which is why I'm so in love with your approach and the concept you project with your own <a href="http://thrifteye.blogspot.com/">blog</a>.<br /><br />I grew up in a really unique situation, with my mother selling vintage couture in one room, and my auntie selling ridiculously high-end contemporary apparel in the next. Under one roof! It definitely molded a unique perspective on the appreciation of quality clothing, upcycling, and care. I learned at a very young age that though trends are fleeting, they always come back. The smartest way to buy is always the very best quality you can afford- whether it's fresh from the manufacturer, or a vintage treasure. And always, ALWAYS hang on to those rare gems that fit you like a glove, flatter you, and make you feel like the prettiest girl in the room. <br /><br />I'll just slip on my hypocrite hat for a sec here and say, that if I could sit a room full of customers down, I'd ask them to really consider the impact of following trends and to ask themselves before they buy: Is it worthy of the space in your closet? On our planet? Who are you buying it for- the salesgirl who says you look great in it? Your friend who mentioned it? The magazine that said you should? Anna Wintour? Unless the answer is "me", I'd advise them to just say "no". Trends are our obnoxious, money-making, way of controlling you. What's most flattering is an attitude of wearing what you truly love- what truly appeals to you, regardless of outside influence. Confidence, individualism, and knowing yourself and your body is the essence of creating a "signature" look that expresses who you really are. And that, my friend, is the one enduring trend that never goes out of style.SLOmygoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14678788927525234518noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570138727688600410.post-45469059688389212112011-05-04T15:52:00.000-07:002011-05-05T01:50:27.994-07:00She's mixing!!!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Pattern mixing comes and goes in various incarnations- like all things fashion-related... but I'm so happy to welcome it back like an old friend. While it's not for everyone, I absolutely adore this look for Spring. It reminds me of that carefree (read: <i>naïve</i></span><span style="font-size:85%;">) feeling of being a little kid and mixing your very favorite pink floral puff-sleeved blouse with your very favorite Sanrio <a href="http://www.sanrio.co.jp/english/characters/detail/keroppi/index.html">Keroppi</a>-printed stretch pants and a hair ribbon tied around your waist as a belt. You know, hypothetically... <span style="font-style: italic;"> *ahem*</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Anyway, it's awesome. It feels very loose, and Springy, and... <span style="font-style: italic;">not-taking-yourself-so-damn-seriously!</span> My favorite.<br /></span></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLTldwjpsL-n9ZDRq7BrRUpgV02253Gd5wGmrFv0TuCWMjHfraFYk4UyVI3plImFjR33MBWMVVQL3HlCoJFXHiCP5aDipkWi795lhu4aMZovEXCdPwrr7mGKpyCow7FONDcG_yUUxFT95R/s1600/91110_LSD_MG_3018lowres.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLTldwjpsL-n9ZDRq7BrRUpgV02253Gd5wGmrFv0TuCWMjHfraFYk4UyVI3plImFjR33MBWMVVQL3HlCoJFXHiCP5aDipkWi795lhu4aMZovEXCdPwrr7mGKpyCow7FONDcG_yUUxFT95R/s400/91110_LSD_MG_3018lowres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590390385117487634" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Lauren Santo-Domingo is killing me with her hotsy totsy gold heels for daytime,<br />with floral pencil skirt and (oh my gosh, you know it's <span style="font-style: italic;">real</span>) python bag. <span style="font-style: italic;">Damn, girl!</span></span><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixr-1YsE-wCyz3ZOZxOHTt_9_Oo6X8lbcl_VnoaNUw8kMxM4hTM7jUe8JuLZmGkviePRgA4wNJ9wtlwopZdyfNNHpldzwUdiv6t-Hk2iozzBlLcPp72_oA1cK3C-UVEJLo80Ej5Ue3Kuev/s1600/22511CIssa_0746Web.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixr-1YsE-wCyz3ZOZxOHTt_9_Oo6X8lbcl_VnoaNUw8kMxM4hTM7jUe8JuLZmGkviePRgA4wNJ9wtlwopZdyfNNHpldzwUdiv6t-Hk2iozzBlLcPp72_oA1cK3C-UVEJLo80Ej5Ue3Kuev/s400/22511CIssa_0746Web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590390270483214818" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Parisian princess goes to the office? Yes, please!<br />Polka dots and red lips make me swoony.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg3gRWNg7d0bnPM0v1mFNB82nooETNCeVoFejv5BaMOJxz6nYubEiYFzfq-W3i1zxMYSPsZhDzHHrZZkB43Vemjt18T3aCUatownn9vCWyK7fF5g6SDSJWc3jbGWhS6Z8XLtAGt6RUX9Rc/s1600/42010Stripefloral_6006Web.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg3gRWNg7d0bnPM0v1mFNB82nooETNCeVoFejv5BaMOJxz6nYubEiYFzfq-W3i1zxMYSPsZhDzHHrZZkB43Vemjt18T3aCUatownn9vCWyK7fF5g6SDSJWc3jbGWhS6Z8XLtAGt6RUX9Rc/s400/42010Stripefloral_6006Web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590390124432270402" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">I never, ever include commentary on menswear, but I'm pretty sure this<br />guy raided his adorbs girlfriend's closet so he could look equally adorbs.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">The <em>marinières</em></span><span style="font-size:78%;"> striped shirt would've been so cute with the khaki pants, but he<br /> took it to another level when he threw on the embroidered floral jacket. Amazing.</span><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIVmQMl0-xuUM7-IzgtOqt2OaHNjyJbHnPPx8AqlYd9EpL4lfZ4WOLSWLaHlOZRDAbJpHYEQJWIFsXEtSzJgyddeX0N5HxrsRCjkKqIGQKC3C_w23IHArO-DhWKIn8UgnROO5-mlUtbonj/s1600/50610StripeBike_9812Web.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIVmQMl0-xuUM7-IzgtOqt2OaHNjyJbHnPPx8AqlYd9EpL4lfZ4WOLSWLaHlOZRDAbJpHYEQJWIFsXEtSzJgyddeX0N5HxrsRCjkKqIGQKC3C_w23IHArO-DhWKIn8UgnROO5-mlUtbonj/s400/50610StripeBike_9812Web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590389951937755010" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">This girl is my favorite, by far.<br />Leopard leggings, stripey shirt and her bike?!<br />Also, I'm pretttty sure those are the Tom Ford Anouk glasses...<br />Hello, soft spot!</span><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgekJbcd5Z_dgqAU65w8o9RQxBBYaKmF2mlu2fQr5lOmAN8bvwIgUwzXpu4Hz9hwqp8zIqsb02fmu7Ts7R11d-h03KAV8j76UW3MML19SiWW3b-1E8wY0MVeRPGxYgP_m3tzrs0dMfVy1Yh/s1600/10510GPsuspenders7800Web.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgekJbcd5Z_dgqAU65w8o9RQxBBYaKmF2mlu2fQr5lOmAN8bvwIgUwzXpu4Hz9hwqp8zIqsb02fmu7Ts7R11d-h03KAV8j76UW3MML19SiWW3b-1E8wY0MVeRPGxYgP_m3tzrs0dMfVy1Yh/s400/10510GPsuspenders7800Web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590389734668718978" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Again, not my usual fare- and I have this weird thing about men in bracelets...<br />but look at his stripey/polka dotty goodness!<br />He's even pulling off the striped shirt with the pinstriped suit!<br />Also, who would ever guess that this suited-up Italian would have a<br />gnarly tattoo up his sleeve??? I love this contradictory attitude so much-<br />it's really what the heart of this trend is all about. Bravo, sir. :)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span><a href="http://www.thesartorialist.com/"><span style="font-size:78%;">Photo source: 1-5<br /></span></a></div>SLOmygoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14678788927525234518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570138727688600410.post-62563771422811378382011-04-01T16:57:00.000-07:002011-04-01T16:59:32.193-07:00"Florals for Spring... ground breaking"<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">When Meryl Streep uttered that (now infamous) phrase in<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> The Devil Wears Prada, </span></span>I snickered at the blunt and blatant accuracy of it. Simple, true... biting! Her character<span style="font-style: italic;"></span>, Miranda Priestly, represented all things correct at fashion's upper echelon, and her remark was the verbal equivalent of a monkey throwing feces at its inferiors<span style="font-style: italic;">. </span><br /><br />I'm not going to analyze a movie quote here, I just wanted to point out that I've been thinking a lot lately about trends, seasons, and the general pace of this industry and my place in it. The older I get, the less concerned I am with keeping up and the more interested I am in investment pieces that will float from season to season, and year to year, with ease. Obviously my wants and needs change throughout the year- but at this age I know what I like and what flatters and inspires me, and no amount of runway, marketing, celebrity endorsements, press push, or trending, influences any of it. Free at last!<br /><br />Although, not the best attitude for a buyer... <span style="font-style: italic;">Eeep!</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Today it made me think about that movie quote because- you know what? I <span style="font-style: italic;">love</span> florals for Spring. I love them bold, bright, big, and unapologetic... I love them little, subtle, hinted-at, and light... I want them in my house, my hair, my salads, my window boxes, and yes- sometimes in the fabric swishing around me. I never gave them much thought until I moved to a climate with actual, temperature-changing seasons. In fact, what little thought I did give them was tainted by gaudy images of poly-blend matching sets for tourists. But after enduring months of cold, wet, and grey- florals, sunshine, and cottony, gauzy goodness feel like the reward for making it through another icky Winter. <span style="font-style: italic;">Oooh...</span> I am <span style="font-style: italic;">so</span> feeling these light, breezy pieces for Spring...<br /></div></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXP9ARieAxyjQhdVDmOVPmOGhLK3you5SLBAv3kmwTew2zkD_k_a3cLpoWlDNLNp3Slz6jA7FB65IBoaOFkLY5cxPYdaAhAOZ_FtYQBU_C3x5kmksqJ-KML3XqI-VR6ImXo09ACiSYDncd/s1600/72110KT_8520Web.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXP9ARieAxyjQhdVDmOVPmOGhLK3you5SLBAv3kmwTew2zkD_k_a3cLpoWlDNLNp3Slz6jA7FB65IBoaOFkLY5cxPYdaAhAOZ_FtYQBU_C3x5kmksqJ-KML3XqI-VR6ImXo09ACiSYDncd/s400/72110KT_8520Web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590388555994880306" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">I love her dark-palette pattern mixing and the belt that anchors this sweet, movable look with a good dose of solidity.<br /><br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg51VIZGkqcEAVL3ofV-Fj9tI3xJLluYrwoIINRDqh8R9b2WQGm-m8FKc84VRkP169sfRKCBNZIiE9f5lD6bkvCNlkpoN3GYF2IsRrBwzmMJP0cYm-QnN71q8igf9YDw4nMO554WVjxi7C_/s1600/IMG_0029.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg51VIZGkqcEAVL3ofV-Fj9tI3xJLluYrwoIINRDqh8R9b2WQGm-m8FKc84VRkP169sfRKCBNZIiE9f5lD6bkvCNlkpoN3GYF2IsRrBwzmMJP0cYm-QnN71q8igf9YDw4nMO554WVjxi7C_/s400/IMG_0029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590388409446884018" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">I've obsessed over this photo since last Spring- but that just proves my theory about age and finding the pieces that you'll want to come back to again and again. Plus, I absolutely adore how adept these Italian girls are at making stacks and tons of jewelry look so effortless and casual.</span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrG4tuFTqfCbzueDQ7yhC3uHIhP5GhlcTqG0NbBMAo1m8smLE8b01G8NmVyjMsm_wHqpfMP8eID3wVZUc86cHN5XTcRGpggANrpQESMSjLleRkiYaKRJwdLPg8g0V-Q0t0S25yu9ZbKirt/s1600/62010Fulldress_5999Web.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrG4tuFTqfCbzueDQ7yhC3uHIhP5GhlcTqG0NbBMAo1m8smLE8b01G8NmVyjMsm_wHqpfMP8eID3wVZUc86cHN5XTcRGpggANrpQESMSjLleRkiYaKRJwdLPg8g0V-Q0t0S25yu9ZbKirt/s400/62010Fulldress_5999Web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590388308295988242" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">At first glance you're thinking <span style="font-style: italic;">"What? Too much!"</span>- but I'm telling you, this is the freshest and most fluent way I've seen a maxi dress worn. The color isn't in-your-face and the pattern isn't killing your eyes. She's so unrestricted and fluid, yet the result is <span style="font-style: italic;">regal</span> rather than muʻumuʻu</span><span style="font-size:85%;">.<br /></span></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbFRHOLrShCFCDBlciXuaIuVmpVLxMPk42NVh9F3kQpYbf-MX_5qLIHgFn3StbJLBlrBUexov5uKxaIReNtDsgS6CsHfqBlVyvuas0kwg9rg0d272o0_fCpUo5UPLTFUFhYqMWBeUQorPX/s1600/Whitedress_9826Web.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbFRHOLrShCFCDBlciXuaIuVmpVLxMPk42NVh9F3kQpYbf-MX_5qLIHgFn3StbJLBlrBUexov5uKxaIReNtDsgS6CsHfqBlVyvuas0kwg9rg0d272o0_fCpUo5UPLTFUFhYqMWBeUQorPX/s400/Whitedress_9826Web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590387907527137634" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">This is another one saved from early last year. The epitome of femininity (her dress, her ballerina top-knot, and her pink cheeks) and the contrast of well-worn Converse on a grated metal stoop... I love it so much. I tried a version of this on my Paris trip with a soft, Indian cotton, vintage dress that I picked up for about $12 on the left bank, and my grey Bensimon lace ups. I thought about this photo a lot that day.<br /></span></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFoa4aO-8F61uCtolTvdxYcXcPApeOIGyPHActqZQdiKKkWYuwlJutM1ReJ-ybRcGeRTE5kVp6YB2gNQbpBjEWR05QMFXqqM0npnogAUkIzbGXPxuDR9q8bvaPK4zFQAOZ-pYDmrS6-22P/s1600/62310longdress_5608Web.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFoa4aO-8F61uCtolTvdxYcXcPApeOIGyPHActqZQdiKKkWYuwlJutM1ReJ-ybRcGeRTE5kVp6YB2gNQbpBjEWR05QMFXqqM0npnogAUkIzbGXPxuDR9q8bvaPK4zFQAOZ-pYDmrS6-22P/s400/62310longdress_5608Web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590387779806082098" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">This look feels the most ingrained in me. I found a photo of myself from a 5th grade art class recently- wearing something pretty identical, but with a weird, old, felted brown hat thrown in. Hmmm... I went through a very Prairie dress/brown boots phase in 5th grade. I've revisited the look several times since then, and it remains a soft spot. But isn't it just kind of precious? She looks so fragile and sweet, and yet also like she could just kick Miranda Priestly in the teeth for mocking her floral dress.<br /></span></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.thesartorialist.com/"><span style="font-size:78%;">Photo source: 1-5</span><br /></a></div>SLOmygoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14678788927525234518noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570138727688600410.post-1117214661942560472011-03-31T16:38:00.001-07:002011-08-25T20:33:01.830-07:00Military gone soft...<div style="text-align: center;">Kind of adoring this feminine take on military jackets... Over florals? What a sweet way to transition from the sun-dresses of Summer to the darker palette of Fall. </div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Oldies but (major) goodies, by <a href="http://www.thesartorialist.com/">Scott Schuman</a>:</div><div><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /></div>SLOmygoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14678788927525234518noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570138727688600410.post-2314474666654399512011-03-31T16:32:00.000-07:002011-03-31T17:59:13.614-07:00Moving on up...Today's high temperature was 92.4°.<br /><br />Though it's unseasonably warm and we're in for a bit more rain, I'm officially saying adieu to Winter. I won't miss anything about it at all, but I figured this might be my last opportunity to post some favorite Wintery ensembles.<br /><br />'Til next time...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRhhvwtBSMJ7myBx7p7poWpb6iaFxhLqyQO75BipIF0wVi1GW_HMrMR1WZ9wXdBOCi7VKs1WuOzi1YQoJoaWaERxeOSydDnfHhDsFt9NDWPD6xm9kGYuMKc_pJErqRQHMv23qu39usXiJ3/s1600/22711AngelDG_0365A.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRhhvwtBSMJ7myBx7p7poWpb6iaFxhLqyQO75BipIF0wVi1GW_HMrMR1WZ9wXdBOCi7VKs1WuOzi1YQoJoaWaERxeOSydDnfHhDsFt9NDWPD6xm9kGYuMKc_pJErqRQHMv23qu39usXiJ3/s400/22711AngelDG_0365A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590391715955755986" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdEXBR8rDKPtKDDxtnsRlvwSK5IRuwDM1wTxDlX2iQykuaaLUTnDiMc1xxJf-otsGvH1qagFAxEcJtjbYR87UFzC7T32gaqqCQR6wRV8OJhc3orL2fqGGB7bNY0fZyixNcOXIQQPdl7sRS/s1600/22411Missoni_0148Web.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdEXBR8rDKPtKDDxtnsRlvwSK5IRuwDM1wTxDlX2iQykuaaLUTnDiMc1xxJf-otsGvH1qagFAxEcJtjbYR87UFzC7T32gaqqCQR6wRV8OJhc3orL2fqGGB7bNY0fZyixNcOXIQQPdl7sRS/s400/22411Missoni_0148Web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590391610534621746" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7dSpVC7Wb5qkvaRUFV8A-meQ_x3Du5-1-dZLd209yKNpxPE7towUauvWZq5jrOLIJh3zeRluE0sMi39OIRtclVYoJl0sPU-fmeub1xKGE3i8VUvIpC7Ow4g8_55A-dPfEm6uAikkANHIF/s1600/10911Jun_9405Web.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7dSpVC7Wb5qkvaRUFV8A-meQ_x3Du5-1-dZLd209yKNpxPE7towUauvWZq5jrOLIJh3zeRluE0sMi39OIRtclVYoJl0sPU-fmeub1xKGE3i8VUvIpC7Ow4g8_55A-dPfEm6uAikkANHIF/s400/10911Jun_9405Web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590391444102679682" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKcdSzKUHHEVhsHpBxtyRTVuamMrXXht843VF5ZVhv7qCD8v6dYQjIEn7wY6cAsEcQGHiHDf3IHVu5lIyHg66X8KkRGpBI58mdhErWUq3650O74l-6BnDlt3O03wB-HjrV5WTuE2V6Mkd8/s1600/92710YoungMilan_9403Web.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKcdSzKUHHEVhsHpBxtyRTVuamMrXXht843VF5ZVhv7qCD8v6dYQjIEn7wY6cAsEcQGHiHDf3IHVu5lIyHg66X8KkRGpBI58mdhErWUq3650O74l-6BnDlt3O03wB-HjrV5WTuE2V6Mkd8/s400/92710YoungMilan_9403Web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590391354901171010" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.thesartorialist.com/">Photo source: 1-4</a></span><br /></div>SLOmygoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14678788927525234518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570138727688600410.post-34541683285905008302011-03-30T14:22:00.000-07:002011-03-30T14:40:53.230-07:00Advanced Style: Age and Beauty...<iframe src="http://www.nowness.com/media/embedvideo?itemid=1382&issueid=1478" frameborder="0" height="239px" width="425px"></iframe><p><a href="http://www.nowness.com/day/2011/3/23/1382/advanced-style-age-and-beauty"></a></p><br />I can only hope that at their age I am <span style="font-style: italic;">owning</span> my style and personal character the way these extraordinary women are. I hope I'm rocking bakelite eyeglasses like Iris Apfel, and an out of-this-world silvery, Bauhaus bob too. I hope I'm still a bike rider, and on a sweet-ass Bianchi at that!<br /><br />Inspiration doesn't even begin to cover all that I get out of this amazing short. Fascination, endless intrigue and the utmost respect... Well done, <a href="http://advancedstyle.blogspot.com/">Ari Seth Cohen</a>, well done <a href="http://www.nowness.com/">NOWNESS</a>. Well done, seasoned beauties.<br /><br />In Cohen's own words...<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />"When I first moved to New York [from Seattle] I attended a screening for the documentary Hats Off about Mimi Weddell, who in her 60s became an actress and model for the likes of Louis Vuitton and Burberry. I photographed her, and her attitude and approach to style was a big influence on me and the start of the blog.<br /><br />Walking around New York taking photographs, I noticed how many young girls are appropriating style from older women: leopard print, fur, turbans and hats. In general, the older women wear these things naturally, with more confidence. With the blog I not only want to show that older women are vital and creative, but also to show people [they need not be] afraid of aging—and personal style is a great way to showcase this."</span>SLOmygoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14678788927525234518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570138727688600410.post-45096831691494183752011-03-18T11:45:00.000-07:002011-03-18T12:02:27.022-07:00Yes, I have a countdown clock...<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cerezasytigres/5537441363/" title="photo.JPG by cerezas y tigres, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5140/5537441363_7672828c41.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="photo.JPG" /></a><br /><br />123 Days seems so far away! Although, I'm trying to appreciate this calm before the storm. No diapers, no crying, no spit-up... but every day I get more and more uncomfy and it gets harder and harder to sleep. And I feel like I get to know this baby better and better. There are definite routines happening in there now, and I'm starting to anticipate the sounds that will and won't initiate cartwheels in my tummy. Kicking and punching is much more forceful, and direct sunlight is a new favorite thing in womb-land. <br /><br />When I'm feeling gigantic, cumbersome, achey, and irritable, I open up the little drawer full of teeny tiny t-shirts, pants, diapers, and socks- and it puts things into perspective again. I only have 123 days of selfish one on one with this little person, before world and outside and danger and element and people become a reality for him or her. Right now it's just heartbeats, warmth, tummy rubs, familiar voices sending it love, and the occasional sunbeam.SLOmygoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14678788927525234518noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570138727688600410.post-41179661689052925342011-03-15T15:54:00.001-07:002011-03-15T16:44:03.524-07:00I choose Bobo Choses!!!"Once upon a time there was a friendly clothing brand<br />that spoke the language that children speak..."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU4up8mwSZeOQ8q9MCYVJ1fKyTKzI6my4THtcjQERcj4K5yPEp_zT07hlopSTIhjNESz-SdK7g3JuKwns9_CXPgMcKOuH09uZCVpurxaCFQCwQq64JVDTlBBKrz5byERtbt_hXXBJuQVUq/s1600/bbc2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU4up8mwSZeOQ8q9MCYVJ1fKyTKzI6my4THtcjQERcj4K5yPEp_zT07hlopSTIhjNESz-SdK7g3JuKwns9_CXPgMcKOuH09uZCVpurxaCFQCwQq64JVDTlBBKrz5byERtbt_hXXBJuQVUq/s400/bbc2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584444073137941058" border="0" /></a><br />I can't even explain how in love I am with these pieces from the Spring line of iconic Barcelona childrens' brand <span style="font-style: italic;">Bobo Choses</span>. With each new collection, designers Laia Aguilar and Adriana Esperalba build around a whimsical tale by Felipe Cano. This season marks the first illustrated companion to the collection, <span style="font-style: italic;">Bonjour Camille</span><span style="font-style: italic;">.<br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVd3hnTJ9A8tpDwKogMf9vqCI65c5Xpcx-9LP9MfxoxrFzwZQPINbEoMiLYekx-dOokL3zExuTY9FeYwaLL82DqOHkQdyy4hLTNgVjezbyxMt6V-Ch3yRMkNKYp9xR-8elBvA0TOm1aEEv/s1600/Picture+1.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVd3hnTJ9A8tpDwKogMf9vqCI65c5Xpcx-9LP9MfxoxrFzwZQPINbEoMiLYekx-dOokL3zExuTY9FeYwaLL82DqOHkQdyy4hLTNgVjezbyxMt6V-Ch3yRMkNKYp9xR-8elBvA0TOm1aEEv/s400/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584450215509049554" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">"On Sunday mornings, as soon as the sun comes out,<br />Camille opens her eyes and puts on her battle dress: a tutu and a top hat. </span></span><br /></div><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJpbp00DlHC1xjg39YKG8SwjhXtWoeu9XrCT3GmUt909pOFsEZTohG3h17ZZJZe1wWU9FkSv4L6IvFa6eStc5NBwqUCls7_qBeWSx6Co0kK1EoZxL1TEVtQlo6pvLsXxGjLfBIsoaT_Mum/s1600/Picture+3.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJpbp00DlHC1xjg39YKG8SwjhXtWoeu9XrCT3GmUt909pOFsEZTohG3h17ZZJZe1wWU9FkSv4L6IvFa6eStc5NBwqUCls7_qBeWSx6Co0kK1EoZxL1TEVtQlo6pvLsXxGjLfBIsoaT_Mum/s400/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584450803337664850" border="0" /></a>She has so many things to do: Jumping on the bed until her mummy says<br />THAT’S ENOUGH!<br /><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizndy6PEWamzxzwspq1TBXRwq8iG4R9BTCh5b_bVcxuTZ3j1owK6FVjaJ_6YCXxjwk5YRLtUofiKzX_B3Dmw3HiK9KXvCH_ZeEhg1jU8OX_7EE5HT2pVqVfCEgz2caVuSbzEEi8mYpqPX7/s1600/Picture+2.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizndy6PEWamzxzwspq1TBXRwq8iG4R9BTCh5b_bVcxuTZ3j1owK6FVjaJ_6YCXxjwk5YRLtUofiKzX_B3Dmw3HiK9KXvCH_ZeEhg1jU8OX_7EE5HT2pVqVfCEgz2caVuSbzEEi8mYpqPX7/s400/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584450550011209410" border="0" /></a>Eating loads and loads of cherries. Hiding all the umbrellas.<br />Choosing a new favourite colour. Giving names to the waves. </span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSgPc16n-ffaTaTlD0-B09IU_BepXOROL5fsz8RR288-dhozn8MUw_6g8ISlbybILN8zonPXEGQb7osEhuUmi4oqawHcrLjlMfDbdipvPEaGZiso0IRNsmh2T-RgbhX7JqUnyyDlS5thng/s1600/Picture+4.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSgPc16n-ffaTaTlD0-B09IU_BepXOROL5fsz8RR288-dhozn8MUw_6g8ISlbybILN8zonPXEGQb7osEhuUmi4oqawHcrLjlMfDbdipvPEaGZiso0IRNsmh2T-RgbhX7JqUnyyDlS5thng/s400/Picture+4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584451082142502594" border="0" /></a>Asking the wind in a whispering voice to tell her a story....<br />But then Camille hears a voice from the other side of the door. Stop that jumping!"</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><span>Of course we sometimes see adorable little things for children and think "I'd totally wear that!" In that scenario, Bobo Choses is as close as I could possibly get to actually seeking out a tailor and saying "MAKE ME THIS!"<br /><br />It's precious and whimsical and amazing. I kinda <span style="font-style: italic;">NEEEEEEED IT!!! </span><span>Thankfully, I have an outlet for this obsession, their names are James, Evelyn, and (as yet un-named) teensy baby.</span><br /><br />Last Season's story was based around the darling French <span style="font-style: italic;">lobo</span>, Bobo...</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span>And yes, I'm in love with him too.</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitK1CMqO2mjgAlbct4waaL7t_az7dND3w-M_7v2fh0Cj5gT0WpXHaSOKlmm3SJ7nxCThGQ7JIbkxyHlsKANUOIeJNu8-eD5IjEN1JeHGwdHRQmAoSZsPeRUXwGByz-Qf0njdzxhoLxhTXo/s1600/bbc1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitK1CMqO2mjgAlbct4waaL7t_az7dND3w-M_7v2fh0Cj5gT0WpXHaSOKlmm3SJ7nxCThGQ7JIbkxyHlsKANUOIeJNu8-eD5IjEN1JeHGwdHRQmAoSZsPeRUXwGByz-Qf0njdzxhoLxhTXo/s400/bbc1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584443994319385026" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-style: italic;">Once upon a time there was a wolf called Lobo Bobo who loved Paris and pretty things. Lobo Bobo the Wolf lived in a forest near the city but, whenever he could, he used to slip off into Paris looking for pretty things that would make him happy, such as<br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">an old camera,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">a fluffy little cloud,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">and a ball of emerald-coloured wool...</span><br /></div><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />He always wore a disguise on his trips to the city so as not to frighten the mammies and the daddies. But whatever the disguise, he could never fool the children. They all knew well that underneath the figure in the gabardine, the tortoise-shell glasses, and the Napoleon hat...<br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />there lurked a wolf.<br />Lobo Bobo.</span><br /></div><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Lobo Bobo drove around in an old blue car, and chatted away to the car as if it were a friend. On rainy days he enjoyed the sound of the rain, and on sunny days he enjoyed the heat of the sun.<br /><br />The wolf was a generous creature. He loved choosing presents and he never forgot anybody’s birthday. He gave his friend Little Red Riding Hood a new hooded cape and he planted an apple tree in her grandmother’s garden. He always used to give his brother wolves a present of coloured pencils so that they could make<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">fierce drawings</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">of fierce wolves</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">doing fierce deeds...</span><br /></div><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />After spending the whole day rummaging in the street markets of Paris, Lobo Bobo liked to stand on the Pont des Arts and watch the sun set over the River Seine, while he munched a juicy apple and nibbled a freshly-baked baguette.<br /><br />As night fell, he would load up his old blue car with all the pretty things and drive back to the forest where he was sometimes afraid of his own shadow. The shadow of a wolf.</span>SLOmygoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14678788927525234518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570138727688600410.post-67124699211841052422011-03-13T08:23:00.000-07:002011-03-13T08:28:37.170-07:00Springing foward...No matter how long I live here- in the continental US, I don't think I'll ever get used to the idea of manipulating clocks. I hate daylight savings. I do, I'm sorry... I think it's outdated and ridiculous. Benjamin Franklin was brilliant in so many ways...<br /><br />But this shit is whack.SLOmygoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14678788927525234518noreply@blogger.com0