Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Out of Season

So not very seasonable but I would really like this to wear every other day. I nearly bought on in MNGO in spain when I was 20 but didn't have regrettedly massively and regularly since.

A Day Late

If I had only read my Martha Stewart Magazine before I wrapped The Frog Princess and The Bad Beginning I would have pasted one of these sweet things into the front before shipping these off to la niece. Also, in the event that I ever, in 15 years, have a baby maybe someone could throw me a book shower because gush.....

Thursday, May 26, 2011

To See

This New Yorker Slideshow and a rather sweet review on Fresh Air make me think that The Tree of Life is something to see.


In case you were wondering what it looks like if someone tells David and me to look like Brideshead Revisited while we're plastered. And glam bridesmaid shot.

More photos from Tilly's wedding here.

Eight Year Old Girls

This time last year I had no nieces, no nephews. Now I have five nephews and three nieces. The war on birthdays is never over. Last year when I was just the uncle's girlfriend I got the two girls who turned 7 craft kits. This year I am employed and have no time and little money and one of the nieces birthdays is upon me and she's turning 8. Which seems a hard year. Too old for very little girl things but definitely not old enough for big girl things. There is also the desire to be the fun aunt and give something fantastic and the very real desire to not buy anything plastic that will lodge in anyone's septum, or anything that will promote crack addiction, anorexia or slaggishness when she's fifteen. So none of those dolls with whore make-up and big heads. So what to get. I want to get books. So far I've given four nephews and another niece books this year. Are eight year olds too big for Judy Moody and Junie B. Jones? Are they old enough for Constance Hopkins?

So far I'm thinking Ramona Quimby, Age 8 (because, ya know, she's eight) or book plates (for all the books her groovy Aunt Hannah will be getting her for the next fifteen years) or Tear Up This Book. Any brilliant ideas?

Friday, May 20, 2011

Apartment Shopping Pt. 1

I am apartment shopping this weekend. For the first time ever.

My inbox is filled with e-mails from people called Stu telling me that they have a whole list of great places to show me that they are absolutely certain I will love. I am a little frightened. Mostly because I do not understand basic apartment jargon that my friends throw around. Little things to consider, which are not so little after all, such as "utilities," and "laundry," embarrassingly do not occur to me.

Living at home, as rad as it is, has its setbacks. Not the least of which include sounding like a clueless loser to people called Stu.

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Maxi Skirt: Part II - le hippy

It's really hard to take a picture of a skirt you are wearing. It is very easy so sew a super awesome floor length hippy skirt and wear it to work even though it borders on inapropriate.

Also: that rug is the single coolest thing we own. My mother got it in Yugoslavia when she was 14.

Maxi Skirt


Over the weekend my sister and I were sorting through piles of my grandmother's dresses and skirts from decades past. We found a lovely maxi skirt very similar to the Sandro skirt above. My sister, a freelance wardrobe supervisor for movies who also happens to be quite chic and fashionable, assures me that this look is trending at the moment and that, because of my height, I could totally pull this off.


I am slightly skeptical because, although I am tall, I am quite curvy and thus slightly worried about looking shapeless and sad. Maybe with a black tank top? And wedge sandals?

According to Net-a-Porter, maxi skirts are everywhere for Spring. I should really step out of the cubicle and start reading InStyle again.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Farmers Markets, Bare Feet

Last night I sewed myself an enormous maxi skirt. For wearing to the farmers market and to my mother's birthday party. I am tired of shoes and tired of flatironed hair and tired of being in airconditioning. I think that maybe I need to go barefoot and wear my long long cream coloured maxi skirt and carry this bag around full of magazines and sunscreen and maybe a towel for lying on east campus getting some sun with the dog. Yes please.

Monday, May 16, 2011

The Weekend in Pictures

A little grey dog sitting on a little grey couch looking out a window into a very rainy grey day
New hutch with things in it in newly painted dining room. Thank you craigslist and fiddy dolla.

First blue on hyacinth

New sideboard (also craigslist et also fiddy) and peonies from the farmers market for fi' dolla.

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Shabby Apple

Dear Shabby Apple:
If you are out there please send me one of the above dresses. Because they are gorgeous and I want to wear them to work every day.
Thanks ever so.

Friday, May 13, 2011


I am hungry. And I think someone should make me one of these for a delightful mid-morning snack.


Welcome back 1985. I really really missed you.

And yes that is my Vagina Monologues t-shirt from senior year and yes my face is unbelievably pretty so I updated with this luminocity.

Summer Reading

A couple of weeks ago David and I went to the library sale and came home with three backs full of books. I'm attempting to make a serious dent in the gazillions of books hanging around the house unread. I found gorgeous copies of Women On War, Edited by Daniela Gioseffi and Male and Female, By Margaret Mead that will fill my quota of non-fiction. After hearing this, I think it's time to revisit My Antonia By Willa Cather. I was mad about it when I was twelve so in theory it will be twelve years better. The Golden Notebook, By Doris Lessing has been kicking around our flat for a while and I loved her short stories. Miami, By Joan Didion has been on my bedside table since we moved a year ago and I've reread the first chapter like eight times. This summer it will happen. Fast Food Nation, By Eric Schlosser and Primary Colours have also been on my To-Read list for way to long. This summer baby this summer.

Thursday, May 12, 2011

One Hit Wonder

I adore Kate Szabone (of engagement-ring-I-could-hike-the-AT-in-and-would-wear-even-if-wasn't-an-engagement-ring fame) so much. I want all her beautiful things today.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

66 Days Until the Beach

And also 66 days until our first anniversary. In real life I know for a week at the beach I will pack Holy Cross sweatshirts and t-shirts from work and jeans that don't fit well and probably possibly a Red Sox hat. I would like to think that I would bring just the above and float around behind sunglasses in flowy skirts and tanktops and bangles, reading stacks of old New Yorker. Maybe this summer.

Sweatshirt Cardi ($30); Swim Suit ($150); Denim Shorts by those Mooses ($165); Bangles ($95); Floppy Hat (£14.00); Cray Cray Sandals ($15.80); Aviators ($159); Toms (€ 55.00); Cotton Shorts (£7.99); Maxi Skirt

Monday, May 9, 2011


A friend's mother put this picture up on facebook yesterday of her own mother, Rowena, for mother's day. I just love it. I want little curls and bobby socks. So lovely. Rowena died last month and was a super groovey old lady when I knew her. It's nice to see this picture of her looking young and gorgeous.

Thursday, May 5, 2011

If You Are My Mummie...

you won't be getting any of these pretty things (sorry, Mumster. If I was getting them for you I could post them). If you haven't gotten your Mother something for mother's day yet, hop to. And Amazon can get it there easy by Saturday.

100 Penguin Cover Postcards (to make up for all the books you've stolen from her) $16.50

A Glass Water Bottle (for bedsides and desks) $19.03

Tuesday, May 3, 2011


Photo via

This is the colour I'm painting our bedroom. Heavy Goose by Martha Stewart. In our room it's much more lavender than in this picture. Part of me wants to paint all our furniture white but my love of white is very much counteracted by my hatred of dusting.

So: thoughts on a duvet cover? What do we think?

Monday, May 2, 2011

For walls

We are staying in our apartment another year. To me this means paint. To me this means buy things and stick them on the wall. To me this means line drawings of the city in which I was born on my living room walls. Yes please please.