San Diego

Tom and I are getting ready to embark on a quick trip to San Diego. It's been a while since we have gone anywhere together so we are going to live it up. We just booked our hotel... It's a spa resort. Anyone who knows me, knows I have a sweet tooth for a nice spa. I'm so excited. This place looks divine.

Bohemian Rhapsody

This will be  my home

 These will be my interiors

This will be my waterbed

And this will be how I dress

And she will be my ride.

Dear ranunculus, 
I am taken with you.


Tomorrow's Church Dress



If You Need Me...

I'll be awkwardly lying in a hedge whilst sporting my Sunday best

Or enjoying a nice homemade dinner

Or fishing inside my living room

Or sunbathing in my bergere chair

Or doing some yoga

 Or I may be waiting in line for the restroom

Or perhaps I'll just looking out a window...

Whatever it is I'm doing...
You can bet I'll be doing it in style.


 Still Raining.

And I couldn't be happier.
 Beautiful example of Scandinavian meets French design

Pictures by Martin Morrell. 
More from his portfolio here


Tomorrow's Church Dress

Either one will do.

Image Via Elle Canada


Women are Like a Fine Wine

Carmen Dell'Orefice is now seventy eight years old. 
She looks better than ever.

 Dads are the Original Hipsters

My new favorite blog.
Do yourself a favor and read all 14 pages. It has only been around since January, so get on top and stay on top. This guy nails it... Kinda like your dad nails your mom. (Too much? Sorry, I got carried away.) 

Let's just remember to thank our parents for being cool well before we ever were.

** It is a tad irreverent, so read at your own risk**

Your dad wore Chuck Taylors before you did. Those were his “Just do it” shoes. He could ran faster, jump higher and ride your mom longer because of them. The only training you hipsters have done in those shoes are Natural Spirit chain smoking marathons and smug bike rides to dive bars. I wish time travel was real, just so your dad could kick your own ass for wearing the shoes that he made a legend.

Your dad drove a Volvo before you did. When he pulled that car off the lot it was brand new, untouched, just like your mom when they started dating. He went everywhere in that car. It crossed the country and got steamy at the local drive in. He loved that car, sometimes more than you. But you took that love away from him when you turned 16. You jumped behind the wheel with a shit eating grin and drove away. You’re probably 27 now and still driving the same Volvo, so next time you take a spin in that car I want you to remember this, there’s about a 99% chance your dad saw his first naked girl, lost his virginity and conceived you within the 4 boxy walls of that car. It might be time to get the interior detailed.

Your dad wore short shorts before you did and he has the upper thigh tan lines to prove it. It takes a certain kind of man to pull off wearing what most would consider lady attire, but your dad was that man. He walked around with the kind of confidence that said he could properly sex any women, mollywhop any man and escape any law. People today call it swag, but your dad didn’t need a name for it because he had it everyday.
So hipsters, next time you’re cutting a pair of Dickies off to mid thigh so that you can ride your fixie without catching your shorts on your knees, remember this…
If you live to be half the man that your dad was, you’ll still be a disappointment, but at least you’re trying not to suck… which is a start, because you suck right now.

Your dad played April fools day jokes before you did. Have you ever wondered why your mom worries so much about your safety and well being? It’s because your dad didn’t give a f**k about it. He would have you sit under the kitchen sink next to the bleach until your mom would swing the cabinet door open. You two made a killer pair, mainly because you were small, fit into tight spaces, listened to him, and he didn’t care about you. So hipsters, today when you’re shaking your friends can of PBR up or swapping out a roommate’s Tom’s with tooth dye, remember this…
Your dad invented pranks, he’s the God Father, the alpha and omega, the Don Juan of foolery and you’re just clown shoes.


Just a Small Notice:

I don't have to tell you this blog is filled with uncalculated and arbitrary posts. I am sure you have figured out there is no method to my madness. I just write on topics that I love and topics that I don't love. I  show photos of beautiful persons, places and things. I have always kept files on this sort of stuff. Since I was a small girl, I would have files on future homes, my future Vera Wang wedding dress, meals I would someday cook, places I wanted to visit, places I had visited (so I wouldn't forget), poems I love, quotes I wanted to remember, instruments I wanted to learn, cars I wanted to someday drive, jokes I would practice telling... waiting for my big chance to be funny. I even had a list of languages I wanted to learn. Pretty much all my thoughts went down into a very smartly planned filing system. (My dad totally hooked me up.) 

My point? Now I have this blog for all of that. And I love it. I can type my cute little thoughts right out on my computer. Copy and paste photos... ( I know, I need to reference them... they just stay in my saved box for so long, I forget where they came from.) I can put my dreams here, my thoughts here and my fears... And I can be myself doing all of it. Anonymously to some. A dear friend to others. One group can judge me and I'll be okay with that because they don't know me and I don't know them. The other group can judge me, but won't because we're friends. And by the off chance (very off chance) I say something lame, they will forgive me... Because that's what friends do. 

I digress, to stick with the reason for today's post... I wanted to warn you that I am going to add to my randomness by posting music videos from some amazing bands. Music is such a big part of my life, I should share my love with everyone else. I like to make mixed tapes for friends and family, so we shall consider this new addition part of one big mixed tape. Okay?
 Baby, Let's Go on a Road Trip

We'll just drive...

We'll see it all...

It won't matter where it is...

Or how far it is...

 Or what season we start  in...

Or what season we end in...
We won't be paying attention anyway...

Our minds will just be on the road ahead...

And the scene around us...

We'll be so happy...

And we'll do it all on this...

Shall We, Baby?