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I. Can't. Even.
So while everyone else is posting about homecomings and last minute gift guides, my house is a disaster and I've been buried under a pile of Trader Joe's Candy Cane and Mini Peppermint Waffle Cookies (daily bread) watching the following on repeat. Everyone and their mother probably saw it before me, but I've made up for it in the past 3 days. 'I mean, get it together.'
I haven't laughed so hard on the rinse and repeat cycle since this one. Still leaves me gasping for air:
You're gonna need a snack or ten once you get all caught up in the youtube videos, so why not head over to Danielle's? I'm guest posting over there today and whipped up a Black Forest Trifle complete with Baileys infused chocolate pudding. And then proceeded to eat half of it in 3 days. Er, breakfast lunch and dinner?
ps-thanks for all the kind words yesterday. just needed to say it out loud and close the door. gotta get back to singing 'ding dong the witch is dead' now.
I haven't laughed so hard on the rinse and repeat cycle since this one. Still leaves me gasping for air:
You're gonna need a snack or ten once you get all caught up in the youtube videos, so why not head over to Danielle's? I'm guest posting over there today and whipped up a Black Forest Trifle complete with Baileys infused chocolate pudding. And then proceeded to eat half of it in 3 days. Er, breakfast lunch and dinner?
ps-thanks for all the kind words yesterday. just needed to say it out loud and close the door. gotta get back to singing 'ding dong the witch is dead' now.
On Birthdays and Handbags and Tragedies
I was going to save this one for my birthday in August, but when I was emptying some pictures out of the camera tonight I came across this picture from the weekend.
And it reminded me of how the bf was very kind to me in my sickness on Saturday; encouraging me to get out of the house for just a little while to clear my head of sickville. And then I got to staring at the Alexander Wang handbag he got me for my birthday this past year. The Coco Duffel.
Pretty little thing, isn't it? And it builds a mean arm muscle too. Those studs are not for the faint at heart.
Whenever I carry the bag, see it in its little dust bag in my closet, or notice someone else carrying one it brings back this memory:
That's one of my cats - Sister Lil; I just call her Lil or the Liller :) Look at her with her crazy cast and her little pain patch that was supposed to stay on for 2 days, but got chewed off in 20 minutes.
When I moved to my second place in LA I was pretty much dying of loneliness, hating my job, and wishing for a pet....then I found my cats living under the house. From my mouth to God's ears!! They had been abandoned and were feral cats, but I was determined to tame them. So I fed them every day and soon they would wander into the house and sit for awhile. Eventually I got to pet the big one (Monkey Boy), but Lil just wasn't ready yet.
Cut to present: These cats have lived with me for 7 years and they are great, loyal companions. Until last year I let them come and go as they please. Until my birthday.
The Chef planned a great, low-key day. He made an awesome breakfast, we went to the spa, we wandered around afterward, we had a great dinner - the whole 9 yards. But he was disappointed because the "main gift" hadn't shown up yet. No biggie. It's on the way, I said. That night we talked about how we should celebrate my birthday all year because it was such a relaxing day.
The next day we were heading out to separate appointments. Lil was under my bed (not uncommon). When I ran back into my bedroom to grab something I saw her leaning up against the wall unable to stand and clearly badly injured. Hence the photo of her in the cast. Picture it: semi-wild cat on death's doorstep, but clearly wanting me to know so I could help her.
She scooted under the bed.
I panicked. I called one vet. And another vet. And a pet ambulance. You know people are not that helpful if you're cat's not entirely tame.
Finally a vet from another cat rescue we had done (found a kitten on the center median of the 110 Freeway that had been thrown out of a moving car in rush hour traffic - now THERE'S another story for you)...well, the rescue vet agreed to do a housecall. They got Lil into a carrier; and x-rays and tests and screens and hours later we found out she had been hit by a car, had a torn ACL at least, and would need major surgery. I was just glad she was alive. Poor thing got the surgery a few days later - again, see the above picture - and was decked out in the season's latest neon for 2 weeks. It was crazy because she had to live in that crate for 6 WEEKS. Can you say drama??
I think I lost 10 lbs.
The night she got her surgery I was a tore up wreck. The Chef came into my room as I was getting ready for bed and handed me a box. I was completely confused and short-fused. I had forgotten about my birthday. When I opened the box there she was: Coco.
I was speechless - which is a rarity. Seriously. I brought new meaning to the term "loss for words" because I was utterly stunned. I mean I have few nice handbags, but nothing of that caliber. And I never expected a fat gift like THAT. And I didn't recall even mentioning the bag more than once except to say something along the lines of I can't believe the likes of Kristen Cavallari is carrying that bag and does nothing while I work my a** off and the closest I'll ever get to it is staring at it through some glass.
Receiving this gift is a moment I will never forget. So every time I see the bag I am filled with memories of everything - both good and tragic - that was happening around the time it was given to me. Makes carrying it quite interesting!
Here's a final close up. Thanks for listening to my story...x
ps - how about those shoes?? Damn that Mike & Chris for losing control of the company!!
And it reminded me of how the bf was very kind to me in my sickness on Saturday; encouraging me to get out of the house for just a little while to clear my head of sickville. And then I got to staring at the Alexander Wang handbag he got me for my birthday this past year. The Coco Duffel.
Pretty little thing, isn't it? And it builds a mean arm muscle too. Those studs are not for the faint at heart.
Whenever I carry the bag, see it in its little dust bag in my closet, or notice someone else carrying one it brings back this memory:
That's one of my cats - Sister Lil; I just call her Lil or the Liller :) Look at her with her crazy cast and her little pain patch that was supposed to stay on for 2 days, but got chewed off in 20 minutes.
When I moved to my second place in LA I was pretty much dying of loneliness, hating my job, and wishing for a pet....then I found my cats living under the house. From my mouth to God's ears!! They had been abandoned and were feral cats, but I was determined to tame them. So I fed them every day and soon they would wander into the house and sit for awhile. Eventually I got to pet the big one (Monkey Boy), but Lil just wasn't ready yet.
Cut to present: These cats have lived with me for 7 years and they are great, loyal companions. Until last year I let them come and go as they please. Until my birthday.
The Chef planned a great, low-key day. He made an awesome breakfast, we went to the spa, we wandered around afterward, we had a great dinner - the whole 9 yards. But he was disappointed because the "main gift" hadn't shown up yet. No biggie. It's on the way, I said. That night we talked about how we should celebrate my birthday all year because it was such a relaxing day.
The next day we were heading out to separate appointments. Lil was under my bed (not uncommon). When I ran back into my bedroom to grab something I saw her leaning up against the wall unable to stand and clearly badly injured. Hence the photo of her in the cast. Picture it: semi-wild cat on death's doorstep, but clearly wanting me to know so I could help her.
She scooted under the bed.
I panicked. I called one vet. And another vet. And a pet ambulance. You know people are not that helpful if you're cat's not entirely tame.
Finally a vet from another cat rescue we had done (found a kitten on the center median of the 110 Freeway that had been thrown out of a moving car in rush hour traffic - now THERE'S another story for you)...well, the rescue vet agreed to do a housecall. They got Lil into a carrier; and x-rays and tests and screens and hours later we found out she had been hit by a car, had a torn ACL at least, and would need major surgery. I was just glad she was alive. Poor thing got the surgery a few days later - again, see the above picture - and was decked out in the season's latest neon for 2 weeks. It was crazy because she had to live in that crate for 6 WEEKS. Can you say drama??
I think I lost 10 lbs.
The night she got her surgery I was a tore up wreck. The Chef came into my room as I was getting ready for bed and handed me a box. I was completely confused and short-fused. I had forgotten about my birthday. When I opened the box there she was: Coco.
I was speechless - which is a rarity. Seriously. I brought new meaning to the term "loss for words" because I was utterly stunned. I mean I have few nice handbags, but nothing of that caliber. And I never expected a fat gift like THAT. And I didn't recall even mentioning the bag more than once except to say something along the lines of I can't believe the likes of Kristen Cavallari is carrying that bag and does nothing while I work my a** off and the closest I'll ever get to it is staring at it through some glass.
Here's a final close up. Thanks for listening to my story...x
ps - how about those shoes?? Damn that Mike & Chris for losing control of the company!!
Cliggity Clogs
I was at an amazing trunk show for Gaby Basora (blog to come soon) a couple weeks ago when a sassy little shoe on another woman's foot caught the corner of my eye. Ever have that happen? It was a quick glance followed by a head whip and a hiss to the chef, "did you see that shoe??" He's all "which shoe are you talking about now?" Uh-oh. And in the time this exchange went on said shoe DISAPPEARED. Emblazoned in my mind forever was a pale heeled mid-height clog with black leather peep-toe and ankle strap.
I tried to put the shoe out of my mind.
It didn't work.
I set out to the internet.
Was it this one?
No. Heel's too dark and platform's too thick.
Was it this one?
No. Heel's too high and I don't recall silver studs.
Discouragement begins to set in...and suddenly, THERE THEY WERE. And now, here they are! Swedish Hasbeens. Prepare yourself for a barrage of photos. These shoes are that good.
At first you might be thinking to yourself, "what's the big deal?" But I swear when you see them in person they make your heart skip a beat. I have heard about these shoes off and on for at least a year. I've even looked them up before, but clearly it did not register when I saw them in person. They're incognito like that!
I wore them all day and they are seriously like walking around barefoot. You forget you have shoes on. Even though my toe is hanging over the edge in this picture that does not happen when I'm walking around. They fit like a charm. Or a glove. However that goes again.
The shoes received a lot of compliments and sideways glances today. From this tres blurry photo the chef took of me you can see it was not because I was dressed to the height of fashion (shoes and Martin + Osa being the exception) or feeling well. We're not professional photographers by any means; he's just doing his part to bring the shoes to the people! Gotta love him for it, too!
I can't resist. I have to show you one more. It was like a scene out of a book. We were pulling up to the house after a hellish all-day at the doctor's office where I was tested for all kinds of mayhem in the chest. We decide to stop at the beach. We park the car and get out, and there is some type of tree that has shed all the red flowers you see beneath my feet! They match my toes! He grabbed the camera as the sun was going down and here's the best one yet!
I might even sleep in them tonight. Okay that's exaggerating. BUT. If I DID have to sleep in them sometime it wouldn't even be uncomfortable. Every girl should have one (pair). Just a suggestion. :)
I tried to put the shoe out of my mind.
It didn't work.
I set out to the internet.
Was it this one?
No. Heel's too dark and platform's too thick.
Was it this one?
Discouragement begins to set in...and suddenly, THERE THEY WERE. And now, here they are! Swedish Hasbeens. Prepare yourself for a barrage of photos. These shoes are that good.
At first you might be thinking to yourself, "what's the big deal?" But I swear when you see them in person they make your heart skip a beat. I have heard about these shoes off and on for at least a year. I've even looked them up before, but clearly it did not register when I saw them in person. They're incognito like that!
I wore them all day and they are seriously like walking around barefoot. You forget you have shoes on. Even though my toe is hanging over the edge in this picture that does not happen when I'm walking around. They fit like a charm. Or a glove. However that goes again.
The shoes received a lot of compliments and sideways glances today. From this tres blurry photo the chef took of me you can see it was not because I was dressed to the height of fashion (shoes and Martin + Osa being the exception) or feeling well. We're not professional photographers by any means; he's just doing his part to bring the shoes to the people! Gotta love him for it, too!
I can't resist. I have to show you one more. It was like a scene out of a book. We were pulling up to the house after a hellish all-day at the doctor's office where I was tested for all kinds of mayhem in the chest. We decide to stop at the beach. We park the car and get out, and there is some type of tree that has shed all the red flowers you see beneath my feet! They match my toes! He grabbed the camera as the sun was going down and here's the best one yet!
I might even sleep in them tonight. Okay that's exaggerating. BUT. If I DID have to sleep in them sometime it wouldn't even be uncomfortable. Every girl should have one (pair). Just a suggestion. :)
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