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Windblown
Ever notice how January, February and March totally drag on while June, July and August are gone in what seems like the blink of an eye? When I was a kid it felt like summer lasted forever, now not so much. Totally bums me out.
So this summer I've made the scared as hell pointed decision to take fewer work projects in order to soak up as many warm days as possible. The past couple of years I've found myself at the beginning of September with a lot of regrets for not having done simple things like beach bonfires, a day at Disneyland or tackled a summer reading list. I'm feeling old lately, like time is running out. It really sucks and I don't want it to get the better of me so here goes nothing.
The other day was hot. I mean SO HOT you couldn't go barefoot on the concrete. Embracing my inner rebel and the dull realization that it won't be long before any time in the sun could leave me shriveled up like a prune, I hauled it down to the beach and found a bunch of other people who had abandoned their jobs, too. Hmmmmm, I think I'm onto something here.
~Details: T-Zadig & Voltaire (in white), Shorts-Current/Elliott, Belt-Flea Market, Sunglasses-Anthro~
~Bracelets (L): Vanessa Mooney (can't find online, sorry!), (R): Motif 56 (in black);
Arrow Ring (L): Madewell, (R): Flea Market~
Summer, here I come.
Twisted
Last month I lost the camera.
Okay I didn't really lose lose the camera as much as, say, misplaced the camera. But hey, I didn't really know where it was so as far as I was concerned it was lost. How's that for a rabbit trail?
Anyway I found the camera over the weekend. Pretty relieving to see it there, amidst the folded laundry, nestled in the sheepskin rug. Even more relieving to see a couple of legit outfits on it. I'm not so sure the sequin sweater is still appropriate, but I might give that one a whirl next week because it IS in front of a vintage VW bus and you know how that magic takes hold of me.
In the meantime I can only say I probably need to put myself on Madewell restrictions seeing as if I get anywhere near the store I can't seem to keep from leaving without a bag. It does happen, but not that often due to a pretty stellar sale section. This skirt falls into the category of 'sporadic purchase turned regular rotation'. It was one of those moments when my fave shopgirl (who used to work at Martin+Osa so we go way back) employed her mind reading tactics and tossed me into a fitting room with the skirt. 'Just try it,' is her favorite line and she has got it down. In her defense, summer's around the corner and the skirt is a decent price so it came home and is earning its keep in the versatility department. Here's to warmer days ahead!
~Brandy & Melville-Fringe Bag, Erin Wasson-Ring, Motif56-Leather Bracelet,
Vanessa Mooney-Metal Bracelet~
Now if I can just find a couple of maxi skirts....suggestions welcome!
No Expectations
Sometimes the best things in life are the most unexpected. Maybe because you go in with zero expectations, you can't be let down. Maybe because it's fate that blindsides you leaving you giddy with excitement.
Of course this usually happens on a grander scale like a chance meeting with someone special or a dream job, but it happened for me this weekend when I met a dress.
Yes, I said a dress.
You don't understand.
I try to form friendships with more dresses. REALLY I DO. But they're all usually so boring. Or expensive. Or both. And those expensive dresses are so snooty. They don't really want to come and hang out with me at the flea market or the beach or some hole in the wall restaurant we're testing. They want to go to da club. And I haven't seen the inside of da club in a looooong time. Not long enough as far as I'm concerned.
So anyway. There I was on Friday: still kinda woozy from being sick most of the week, remnants of a headache lingering in the background, when suddenly I decide maybe a little fresh air is in order. Next thing you know I'm in the Free People dressing room lying down on the little sofawondering why I decided to leave the house again listening to throngs of girls go on and on and on about they neeeeed this or that item because they're on their way to Coa-chel-la so 7 to 10 day delivery won't work for them. They're on their way now don't you know?? zzzzzzzzzzzz
I'm trapped. I can't leave. I'm lightheaded.
Despite the fact that we are in the midst of a torrential rainstorm complete with thunder and lightning, tank tops and skimpy shorts, bandeaus and bandonts are being tossed around like rag dolls. It's 48 degrees! What are these people thinking? Why is that girl's mother paying for a pile of what appears to be bras for her 15 year old daughter to wear to Coachella? How is that girl getting there? She needs a JACKET. I've turned into my mother.
Somehow I manage to wait out the mob. You know, by holding up a fitting room for 30 minutes while the shopgirl laughs maniacally every time she slides open the curtain to see if I'm still alive. Thank goodness for being a regular customer or mall security might have been helping me to my car.
As I'm making my way to the exit I peer into H&M: people people everywhere. Nope. Can't do it.
I glance across at Zara: clothing lying all over the floor and lines reminiscent of Holiday. Uh-uh.
Just as I'm about to admit defeat, I see it.
After telling myself repeatedly: there is nothing in there for you, there it is hanging in the Madewell window: the striped dress. I'm not even really on the stripe wagon, but something about these stripes is different.
And my friend is working there now? It's a sign.
She tosses me into a room with the dress and a denim shirt (a good friend always knows)...
Cut to scene and I've made a new friend. I want to hang out with it every day. And by hang out I mean wear it from sun up until sun down. I love it so much I might need two. Kismet.
Of course this usually happens on a grander scale like a chance meeting with someone special or a dream job, but it happened for me this weekend when I met a dress.
Yes, I said a dress.
You don't understand.
I try to form friendships with more dresses. REALLY I DO. But they're all usually so boring. Or expensive. Or both. And those expensive dresses are so snooty. They don't really want to come and hang out with me at the flea market or the beach or some hole in the wall restaurant we're testing. They want to go to da club. And I haven't seen the inside of da club in a looooong time. Not long enough as far as I'm concerned.
So anyway. There I was on Friday: still kinda woozy from being sick most of the week, remnants of a headache lingering in the background, when suddenly I decide maybe a little fresh air is in order. Next thing you know I'm in the Free People dressing room lying down on the little sofa
I'm trapped. I can't leave. I'm lightheaded.
Despite the fact that we are in the midst of a torrential rainstorm complete with thunder and lightning, tank tops and skimpy shorts, bandeaus and bandonts are being tossed around like rag dolls. It's 48 degrees! What are these people thinking? Why is that girl's mother paying for a pile of what appears to be bras for her 15 year old daughter to wear to Coachella? How is that girl getting there? She needs a JACKET. I've turned into my mother.
Somehow I manage to wait out the mob. You know, by holding up a fitting room for 30 minutes while the shopgirl laughs maniacally every time she slides open the curtain to see if I'm still alive. Thank goodness for being a regular customer or mall security might have been helping me to my car.
As I'm making my way to the exit I peer into H&M: people people everywhere. Nope. Can't do it.
I glance across at Zara: clothing lying all over the floor and lines reminiscent of Holiday. Uh-uh.
Just as I'm about to admit defeat, I see it.
After telling myself repeatedly: there is nothing in there for you, there it is hanging in the Madewell window: the striped dress. I'm not even really on the stripe wagon, but something about these stripes is different.
And my friend is working there now? It's a sign.
She tosses me into a room with the dress and a denim shirt (a good friend always knows)...
Cut to scene and I've made a new friend. I want to hang out with it every day. And by hang out I mean wear it from sun up until sun down. I love it so much I might need two. Kismet.
All I got was Instagram because I parked it on the couch for most of the weekend. I look forward to committing the ultimate blogging offense and wearing the dress on here again. Perhaps even a couple more times. *gasp*
Cave Woman?
Sunday was traumatic: the tree came down. And so did half its needles.
However this was also the mark of good things to come since I've always viewed January 2nd as the start of spring. Some call it delusion, I call it survival skills. I am a denier of the winter weather. While a warm sweater or jacket is still in rotation it is most often found over a dress of sorts, or perhaps a skinny denim baring the ankles. For those of you up to your knees in snow, I'm sorry. I have zero advice having fled that same Canadian scene several years ago. Turn up the heat and parade around the house in shorts and t with a margarita in hand? I may or may not have used this as a coping mechanism whilst combating an adverse reaction to snow mold that left me housebound for months.
Back to Sunday. It was a glorious afternoon. The perfect spring day one might say. Is it appropriate to wear fur in spring? I don't know, I just did it anyway. Truth be told it was a little balmy despite being sans sleeves, but I reveled in it. My poor pale skin sung out beneath the warm rays of the sun while I nestled my head in the needles of the tree (while shielding my eyes) just one last time to breath in its pine goodness. It's a new day. Goodbye tree and hello beach.
However this was also the mark of good things to come since I've always viewed January 2nd as the start of spring. Some call it delusion, I call it survival skills. I am a denier of the winter weather. While a warm sweater or jacket is still in rotation it is most often found over a dress of sorts, or perhaps a skinny denim baring the ankles. For those of you up to your knees in snow, I'm sorry. I have zero advice having fled that same Canadian scene several years ago. Turn up the heat and parade around the house in shorts and t with a margarita in hand? I may or may not have used this as a coping mechanism whilst combating an adverse reaction to snow mold that left me housebound for months.
Back to Sunday. It was a glorious afternoon. The perfect spring day one might say. Is it appropriate to wear fur in spring? I don't know, I just did it anyway. Truth be told it was a little balmy despite being sans sleeves, but I reveled in it. My poor pale skin sung out beneath the warm rays of the sun while I nestled my head in the needles of the tree (while shielding my eyes) just one last time to breath in its pine goodness. It's a new day. Goodbye tree and hello beach.
Thinking bird.
Wrinkled bird.
~outfit details: Anthropologie-Dress, Juicy Couture-Vest (again), Madewell-Boots~
~outfit details: Anthropologie-Dress, Juicy Couture-Vest (again), Madewell-Boots~
Finally pulled the trigger on these Madewell boots just before Christmas and
want to wear them every day--leggings, shorts, dresses, jeans and even sweats.
Yes it's true. Sacrilege has struck.
Angry bird?
The Chef was calling it my cave woman look.
Within 24 hours he went down like a sack of hammers with the flu. Well now...
Woman kissing the tree goodbye while her boyshort peeks out.
Yep yep we keep it real over here at the bird, folks.
Woman Treading Water Wants Out of the Pool
Has someone ever disappointed you so much that you kind of got stuck at a certain place in your life? Loaded opening sentence there, but one I'd like an answer to. Recently - and I guess stemming back to not so recently - a person I really trusted and thought highly of (and no not the bf) completely trampled me in what I've come to realize is their ongoing tirade of self. It feels like such a long time that I've been weaving in and out of a deep level of hurt. Sometimes, admittedly, without much grace.
Yesterday I was in my car and managed to forget it for awhile when suddenly at a red light this jolt of remembrance left me feeling as though I'd been kicked in the stomach all over again. Yeah, it sounds dramatic and certainly isn't all unicorns flying out of your a** like blogging's supposed to be (or something), but whatevs. It's the truth. A guttural sigh and a green light later I thought to myself, 'I've gotta get away from this. I don't want to let this moment define my life and destroy me.' It was a turning point, I guess. There have been months of dark days dealing with this person and I'm really tired of it. The Chef's been cheering me from the sidelines and it's helped a lot, but every once in awhile I am faced with the fact that this thing, this person, will forever be written in my life story and I wish I could just erase the entire thing.
Hell's bells. Not so much on the cheery side today I'm afraid.
Some dark pics to go with? You got it. Pass the chocolate.
~Outfit: Juicy Couture-Vest, Old Navy-Sweater, Alexa Chung-Skirt, Frye-Boots, Rings-Flea, FP, Bracelets-Vanessa Mooney, Madewell, Motif 56~
Bright side: skirt's on sale, sweater is too and so good I picked it up in two colors. Santa's sleigh came early and I was driving it. Maybe that was him behind me in that picture? Nah!
Yesterday I was in my car and managed to forget it for awhile when suddenly at a red light this jolt of remembrance left me feeling as though I'd been kicked in the stomach all over again. Yeah, it sounds dramatic and certainly isn't all unicorns flying out of your a** like blogging's supposed to be (or something), but whatevs. It's the truth. A guttural sigh and a green light later I thought to myself, 'I've gotta get away from this. I don't want to let this moment define my life and destroy me.' It was a turning point, I guess. There have been months of dark days dealing with this person and I'm really tired of it. The Chef's been cheering me from the sidelines and it's helped a lot, but every once in awhile I am faced with the fact that this thing, this person, will forever be written in my life story and I wish I could just erase the entire thing.
Hell's bells. Not so much on the cheery side today I'm afraid.
Some dark pics to go with? You got it. Pass the chocolate.
~Outfit: Juicy Couture-Vest, Old Navy-Sweater, Alexa Chung-Skirt, Frye-Boots, Rings-Flea, FP, Bracelets-Vanessa Mooney, Madewell, Motif 56~
Bright side: skirt's on sale, sweater is too and so good I picked it up in two colors. Santa's sleigh came early and I was driving it. Maybe that was him behind me in that picture? Nah!
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