Month: September, 2010

The View from Today.

Here is a little piece of what my Wednesday looks like.

My sister surprised me with this sweet book … but I’m glad now that no one asked me if I wanted a baby sister. The last page was especially funny because in home videos I’m usually trying to get her to push me around. What was a baby sister for, if not to be my servant?

These sweet tie-dyed socks that I recently created.

A perfect crisp blue sky

The patient workings of my green-thumbed roommate. Today she told me that our garden is a representation of my eclectic personality. Colorful, but overgrown. I liked that.

And a missing C.

C for …

Cantaloupe. Which I do miss in the winter.


Hooray for Judy and Barbara singing “Hooray for Love.”

I just stumbled across the gem. Enjoy.


Old perfume bottles. There is something special about old perfume bottles, as if a million different memories have been pushed inside. If antique perfume bottles could talk, they would regale us with tales of evenings out, new dates, old dates, important dates, Sunday church, and the occasional late night squirt. Perfume in itself has a mystical quality. It isn’t just for masking a scent, it becomes a part of one’s identity.

I’ve been wearing Ralph Lauren, Lauren Style since I was sixteen. Even then, it was a little dark for my age, but I loved the classy scent. I was given my first bottle from my parents, in what has become one of my favorite family memories. Since then, I can peg specific memories centered around that smell. I was wearing it for the first time on my first date. Sometimes when I catch a whif, I am reminded of how nervous I was, and how innocent he looked ringing the doorbell.

What does your perfume bottle remind you of?

Happy Autumn!

Today is September 23rd which means the first day of fall.

I’m celebrating by wearing this excellent scarf,

drinking hot chocolate,

and listening to Jaymay’s new ep, “Long Walk to Never.”

Fall is good.


Dearest Readers,

Mixtapes are my favorite.

Really. It’s true. The quickest way to my heart is to gather a group of favorite songs, layer them according to preference, and present them to me.

So here. A virtual mixtape from me, to you.

Bookshelf Lust.

I have a lot of books. I do. This is acceptable for English majors, so in no way feel bad about the mountain I’m collecting. I just need more shelving. Little did I know all of the amazing ways books could be displayed. And Bookshelf porn took my breath away. An entire site dedicated to bookshelves. And shelves. And shelves.

The New York Times wrote, “Featuring a book on your bookshelf is akin to displaying a trophy. You’ve accomplished something in reading a book; it feels like a victory. The opportunity to display your literary conquests in unique or unexpected ways is something I will greatly miss with e-readers.”
I can’t help but agree. Kindle and the nook are sweeping the nation. Maybe it’s the romantic in me, but I just can’t. I can’t read a book with pages that don’t turn. I don’t want to live in a world where libraries don’t exist–buildings dedicated to the loaning and collecting of knowledge. You can’t lend a book on a Kindle. You can’t smell a room full of new Kindles. (Well, you could, but that would be weird)
So I’m taking a stand. Me and my bookshelves.
Yes, please.

Sweater Love.

I love cardigans. I am a cardigan connoisseur. These beautiful cardigans from Antropologie are incredible. I would like to add each one to my collection. (And I’m loving the ruffles this fall)


One of my favorite poems, in honor of the season change.  


From Blossoms”

From blossoms comes
this brown paper bag of peaches
we bought from the boy
at the bend in the road where we turned toward
signs painted Peaches.

From laden boughs, from hands,
from sweet fellowship in the bins,
comes nectar at the roadside, succulent
peaches we devour, dusty skin and all,
comes the familiar dust of summer, dust we eat.

O, to take what we love inside,
to carry within us an orchard, to eat
not only the skin, but the shade,
not only the sugar, but the days, to hold
the fruit in our hands, adore it, then bite into
the round jubilance of peach.

There are days we live
as if death were nowhere
in the background; from joy
to joy to joy, from wing to wing,
from blossom to blossom to
impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.

– Li-Young Lee

Friday Favorites.

This Friday finds me at the end of a very long week. It seems to fill up so quickly, doesn’t it? I had frozen yogurt with my roommate and it felt like the first time all week that I’d finally slowed down to a stop.  It’s nice to just take a moment to think about what I discovered this week. Here are my Friday Favorites.

Ruche is an INCREDIBLE online boutique that offers adorable clothing at surprisingly moderate prices. Plus, they showcase their ruffle selection in colors. I do enjoy ruffles.

Wallpaper. It’s fabulous. I know that wallpaper is generally thought of as a pain, but the sweet patterns can’t be beat! Paint just doesn’t do it for me. Bring on the floral, the bold, and the outrageous.

Okay, does it get any better than this? Ice cream bars for under 120 calories? And completely satisfying at the same time?

I think not.

This song from the Avett Brothers. It’s been on repeat all week.

This blog. My new favorite daily check.

Happy Labor Day! Spend the weekend resting and feasting with friends and family. Life just doesn’t get any better than that.


Colorado, I miss your clouds.