I’d talk about how abhorrent The Lovely Bones is, but I prefer to discuss pleasant things. Like the fact that we’ve all kicked off a three-day weekend. Like the fact that I came home to a cheeky tomboy with a gorgeous bouquet of blush roses just for me, and lasagna baking in the oven, and an array of tiny Haagen-Dazs cups of ice cream in the freezer, bottles of bubbly chilling in the fridge and fat, happy cinnamon rolls waiting to be baked in the morning for breakfast. Very pleasant things.
I’m going to curl up with my newest collection of locally penned shorts (Instant City, Issue No. 6, snagged at Gypsy Honeymoon in the Mission) in bed, with a brand new sparkling cocktail that is so, so good: splash of spiced pear vodka (ours is crafted by Hangar One, of course), splash of raspberry pink lemonade, topped with your sparkling beverage of choice. Not-too-sweet, perfectly crisp and refreshing!
When: Sunday, Jan. 18th, 2009.
Femme What: Jeans by Zara, plaid ruffled blouse from The Gap, belt by Ralph Lauren Polo, vintage Gucci scarf, boots by Lamica.
Femme Confession: Yet another spectacular January day out here in the golden state. We took advantage of it by taking a trip to the Laney fleamarket a few blocks away, where I scored a sterling silver unicorn pendant (holla) for $3, adorable mirrored curio cabinet that I intend for my future vanity for $4 and a brand new Goorin Bros. beret and scarf for $1 each! We came home and frolicked around in the courtyard, where these photos were taken. We have a bocce ball court!
Tomboy What: Diesel jeans, Chaps Ralph Lauren graph paper shirt, brown boots from Aldo.
Tomboy Confession: I am going to get super buff for the next 12 weeks (M-W-F). I even bought some whey protein stuff I plan to mix in to some of my booze, I AM SO READY FOR THIS!
OK! Now that that’s settled, one last photo with the ditzy puppy:
When: Tuesday, Sept. 23rd, 2008.
What: Corduroy trousers from Tulle, with white Rebecca Beeson tank and black H&M vest. Gucci scarf. Navy patent pumps from Nine West. My buttery new Emilie M. bag!
Confession: I suppose that I felt like dressing for a Friday this morning (i.e. jeans) and cords were my compromise. The Gucci scarf was a total cheat for feeling dressier than I actually was!
Today on a whim, M mentioned wanting a plant for her office. So, on my way home I stopped at a fancy shop and found a handsome square pot in manly green stripes, and fitted nearly a dozen or so ferns into it before settling on a lovely mother fern. It smells like dirt. The only fragrant orchids they had were much too feminine for her. The nice woman there potted it, put it in a fancy open gift box with a matching organza ribbon, and off I went. I came home to find that M had beat me there, but she thought it was the most handsome plant she’s ever seen! A little success, and something stately and alive to keep her company at work.
PS. My puppy busted my bottom lip, hence the title of this post. We were playing on the couch and I gave him a kiss on the nose and the little fucker repaid my affections by slamming his fat head up against my lip, which gnashed against my teeth and POP! blood and bruisy and ow. Little adorable bastard. I figured I would spare you all a photo of that, but here is the culprit.
