Showing posts with label Florals. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Florals. Show all posts

Sunday, June 3, 2012

I Moustache You a Question....

Skirt: H&M / Tee: Red Bubble / Cardi: Maurices / Shoes: Gabes / Sunnies: Urban / Earrings: DC Street Market / Necklace: Grandmother's

Have you ever...

...worn a shirt with both French and a moustache on it?
...while making cupcakes, also with moustaches on them?
...and totally disgracing your old art teacher by trying to mix in yellow with red to make purple { hello, gray icing...}?
...and then handing out said moustachio-ed cupcakes to seniors on their last day of class?
...and afterwards dancing to no music, like a fool, behind them whilst they participate in a fake interview, in a total, shameless copy-cat attempt to recreate this?

I have.

And it was fun.

I must say, I do quite the mean Macarena. It drew a few whoops and whistles at Senior night :)

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Morning People

Dress: Thrifted / Button-up, Scarf: Consigned at Periwinkle / Shoes, Belt: Gabes

I thought this outfit perfectly represented perkiness, the morning absence of which has been on my mind lately.

See, I really wish I were a morning person. You know that psalm--“early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise?" Well, who doesn't want to be healthy, wealthy, and wise? So I went through a phase when I advertised that I was, actually, one of those perfect “morning persons." Then I tried my mightiest to be one. Turns out, that whole "make it happen" bit doesn't always work.

I can be a bit of a hardcore perfectionist. How's that for a self-denial oxymoron? My childhood nickname may possibly have been Miss Perfect. { It was.} And perfect people are morning people, right? So I needed to be a morning person.

I pictured myself bouncing out of bed like Cameron Diaz in the first Charlie’s Angels movie { I even got an i-Pod alarm to facilitate this }, tidying my bed, whipping up a super cute outfit and hairdo, then dancing my way to the kitchen for a breakfast of oatmeal, French toast, or pancakes with fresh berries and OJ while listening to NPR or checking the news. I’d take the Hound on a brisk walk then have spare time to catch up on housework or divulge in web surfing before heading to work. Doesn’t that sound lovely?

But I wasn't fooling anyone. Try as I might, I never succeeded.

Not even a little, tiny bit.

I still burn with shame when I hear that others read their blog rolls in the morning as they eat breakfast. Real people actually have that kind of luxury time in the morning? Perhaps I could, too, if I didn't hit snooze until the last possible minute before stumbling out of bed, half awake...

Then I brush my teeth and stumble through the kitchen in my pjs and out the door with the Hound, just long enough for her to do her business. I feed her and again traverse the kitchen, back to the bedroom, where I stare at my closet with no clue what to wear because I’m still too sleepy to care.  I may even crawl back under the covers until just a few minutes before I absolutely must leave. I rarely do anything interesting to my hair or tidy my room, and I never leave time for breakfast, news, Cameron Diaz-esque dancing, or web surfing. Still quite grouchy, I leave for the day. 

My “I’m a morning person” phases ran intermittently through high school and college. Eventually, I learned that if I wanted to look nice, I needed to shower and lay out my outfit the night before, to minimize thinking required in the morning. I doesn't seem to matter how early I go to bed; when I wake, I just can’t muster the inspiration to care. Exhibit A: my hair in the photo above. And the eh smirk that goes with it. Too bad I can't lay out my hair the night before, too.

So I guess you could say that I’m going to have a jolly time when motherhood rolls around. I say bring it. Maybe it will get my bum into gear and I’ll become that kick-a morning person I’ve always aspired to be.

Meanwhile, I hope all you morning people out there appreciate your early hour perkiness! I’m mad jealous.

P.S. Happy May Day! It's finally May! It's still a bit snappishly cold today, but we've got flowers and blossoms all over. This apple tree behind me is set to burst into bloom any day now. Yay for real florals!

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Sunday, February 26, 2012

Hound Adventures

Skirt: Old Navy / Chambray: Gap / Sweater: AE / Tights: We Love Colors / Shoes: Asos / Necklaces: F21, Piperlime / Belt: From a Threadcase dress

That's an awkward little pose there on the right, isn't it? Not that there's very much that's not awkward about taking your own photo. It's been staying light longer, so I've been able to snap a few photos if I get home from school early enough, and I really wanted to get a picture with this sweater. I picked it up for $9 from American Eagle. They're having an excellent end-of-winter sale going on right now. Since winter still has several months to go in my neck of the woods, it's perfect timing. 

As I took these shots, the Hound was watching ever so mournfully from the living room windows. Sometimes, when we're in a mischievous mood, the Husband and I will play a little game with her from this deck. I set her on our bed and tell her to sit while Scott traipses through the back yard to our neighbor's, which just so happens to be rabbit-land, bordered by a big hill.

Slurpee waits with her ears cocked, perched and ready to fly on command. She trembles with excitement and begins a low whine. When Scott sends the signal that he's ready, I open the sliding-glass door while commanding Slurp to "stay." Then, after she's proven what a good little obedient Hound she can be, I say, "Go get 'em!"

And this is the moment for which she lives. She flies out the door, leaps off the deck in one heroic bound, and, nose to the ground, zooms straight to bunny heaven, her tail cutting circles wildly. Pretty soon the yipping howls start, and I chase after her.

We let her have some fun before we catch her, as long as she steers clear of the hills { which have led to hours of search in the past, including a hitch-hiking incident for me...} Catching her requires us to corner and tackle her. All obedience flies right out the window when she's on a trail. As the Husband hauls her back home under one arm, her tail helicoptering behind them, she has the biggest doggie smile on her face you've ever seen. Utterly contended with her run, she plops onto the floor and waits for a treat.

And that, friends, is how the Hound gets her supervised adventures. Now the only problem is that anytime we want to use that deck, she thinks she's getting an adventure, so I have to lock her out of the room lest she streak out after a rabbit. Her obedience only lasts if someone's looking directly at her. We've clearly trained her well, that one.

P.S. Are you watching the Academy Awards tonight? I'm rooting for The Artist-- we just saw it last night and it was absolument merveilleux.* Midnight in Paris is another favorite, of course, but it's just not on that level for me. I'm going to an Oscar party, so I've got to find something fun to wear...


g*rated

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*absolument merveilleux = absolutely marvelous { of course }
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Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Dognapper

Skirt, Top:  Consigned at Periwinkle / Belt, Jewelry: Christmas gifts (J Crew final sale)  / Shoes: Endless.com ( C. Label ) / Tights: Wal-Mart

I may or may not have stolen a dog last week. { Yeah, I did that. } I also put too much salt in my sun-dried tomato salmon Alfredo and forgot that no, I actually don't have a maid named Helga coming to clean my house. I was supposed to do that myself. It was a stellar week for me. The repairman coming by will just have to deal with crumbs around the frigo.

As for the dog, it was happily reunited with its owner. And I really didn't intend to kidnap it. I'd already gone to work once that morning and forgotten some important papers on my desk. As I was rushing home, I saw this lab playing on the railroad tracks that cross my road. Railroad tracks, people. Not far from a busy highway. I got out, looked around, saw no one, beckoned the dog, checked its tags, and called the owner. No answer. I opened the hatch of my car and it bounded right in. So I took it to back to school with me. Quite a sensible thing to do, if you ask me. All of the houses on my road save one are over a mile from the tracks, and I had no time to go knocking on doors.

Thankfully, the ladies in my school's office are dog lovers so they welcomed the stray right in and I got to class just in time.

So, remember how I said all the houses "save one" are far from the tracks on my road? Well, yeah. The dog belonged to that one.  Of course it did. 
 
And thus I went from dog-rescuer to dog-napper, all in the turn of one morning.  Class-tastic. 
 
P.S.  The Husband picked out the locale for these photos on an after-church drive. Suddenly, he pulls over and says, "right here-- this would be good for outfit pictures."  Every time I see those crumbs around the frigo I'm sure I've taught him nothing, but then he goes and does something like that, and suddenly I can't be mad about crumbs anymore, can I? 

P.S. It's Wednesday! That means it's halfway to Friday evening. Hooray!

g*rated
 
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*frigo = refrigerator
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Sunday, July 31, 2011

Lake Como: 30x30 Outfit 10

Skirt: TJ Maxx (Patagonia) / Top: Thrifted in Paris (Jus d'Orange) / Shoes: Privo / Necklace, Earrings: AE / Hat: J Crew

We spent the next several days exploring the beautiful Alpine lake in the background here. On this day, we drove from our apartment in Domaso to Menaggio, where we took a ferry to Bellagio, known as the Pearl of Lake Como. Bellagio is located on a peninsula that forms the intersection of the upside down Y shaped lake. The Bellagio hotel in Vegas is designed to aesthetically intimate the aura of this darling commune.


The shoreline is dotted with fancy restaurants and hotels, some with boat entrances, offering lovely Alpine views.


We took the cobbled pedestrian road that winds up a rather steep hill, lined with luxury and artisan shops.


Bellagio is famous for silk, and the Husband got himself a new tie. He surprised me, choosing a jolly turquoise after I unsuccessfully tried my darnedest to persuade him towards paisley. I need to sneak a photo of him in it.

At the top of the hill we stopped for gelato. I got coconut this time. Crushed coconut whipped with sugar and air to a creamy concoction with juicy bits. Divine. Oh, how I wish they made it this well in the U.S. We also checked out the old Bellagio cathedral, know for it's frescoes, and came across this charming stone home decorated with Italian flags. At one point, Italian homes were taxed based on the amount of land they occupied, so rather than build out, they built up. Thus you see lots of tall, skinny homes in Italy.



Next we took another ferry to Varenna, another charming little town, and our gateway to the old Castello di Vezio which lies atop the hillside above Varenna {not seen, here.}


We took quite the tour of the countryside, missing the signs to the castle and getting a few miles off track before finally meeting a nice man picking up recycling who gave us a ride to the castle. The trek was well worth it. Vezio is a teeny, tiny, quaint little hamlet of stone houses and a castle perched atop a hill. The shots up top were taken at an overlook with a watch tower in the background. 

Vezio's castle is from the 7th century and you walk through a delightful olive grove to get to it, with more spectacular views of Lake Como and the surrounding Alps and Lombardy region. 


They evidently have a haunted castle for Halloween and leave their decorations up all year. We came across quite a few of these types of creatures...


The castle itself is mostly in ruins, though you can explore the courtyard...


...and go up into one of the towers via a drawbridge, where you're greeted by this fine sir...


...and relish in even more amazing views from the top of the tower.


At the end of the day we took the ferry back to Menaggio, then went to look for a bridge to jump off. The Husband was dying to do some cliff diving around here {it's a bit of an addiction} and he'd found this video on YouTube and this one from the nearby Lake Lecco. Turned out that both were pretty far from where we were, so we decided to stroll around Mennagio instead and find a place to eat. Mennagio is a medieval village in the Alpine foothills with a a beautiful 19th century piazza along the lake. We passed grand villas and found lovely places to eat with excellent views...


...but they were pricy so we went back to our trusty pizzeria in Domaso and tried their pasta this time. Garden setting, perfumed flowers, caprese, fresh gnocchi, linguine with garlic and pepper oil, and lasagne. Delightful.

That night we played Keltis again and also Ticket to Ride. I made peaches & cream with fresh cream I got in Normandy. The dairy products here taste so amazing. Maybe it's because it's from free range cattle and local dairies. Maybe it's because they prepare it differently. Their cream and even some milk doesn't have to be refrigerated till opened. Whatever the reason, it's absolutely scrumptious. Especially poured over fresh, perfectly ripened peaches. I can't believe I didn't take a picture, though it's probably best I didn't. Then my current craving would reach unsustainable levels.

P.S. The Husband was quite amused by some of the translations we came across today. Particularly this sign at the castle {they have a Birds of Prey show that we missed} and Step A for laundry instructions.

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Independence Day Weekend: 30x30 Outfits 18, 19, & 20

 Outfit 18:  Top, Capris, & Belt: J Crew Factory / Shoes: Sperry / Scarf: France / Bracelets: Lucky

Road Warriors are notoriously bad at taking photos at the end of their sojourns. In fact, they kind of sort of need a break from photos by then. So they capture memories in their minds instead, and only snap a few quick shots for a 30x30 challenge. Though I do wish we had photos of all the fun we had with the Husband's family this past weekend. We just love love love our Utah trips and family :)

Above you see Outfit 18, which I wore on Thursday/Friday for the 12 hour drive to Utah. We left Thursday as soon as the Husband got off work. Which was later than we hoped and we were too tired to drive straight through. So we pulled off and slept on the side of the highway somewhere in Nevada for 3 hours to freshen up. And you thought I was exaggerating this whole Road Warrior thing, didn't you?

Next we have Outfit 19, which I wore on Sunday to church and for a trip up the Timpanogos canyon...

Outfit 19:  Top: Buckle / Skirt: J Crew / Shoes: Clarks / Sunnies: NY & Co

...where the Husband dared me into scaling a tree { always up for a good climb, I am }...


...and my mother in law talked me into a Sound of Music-esque spin before heading to play games with family. 


And finally, there's Outfit 20, which I wore Monday, the 4th, saying goodbye to the horses below. We tried to catch a golden chicken too. I thought it would be a nice accessory, but they're a wily bunch and gave a good chase. I also wore this same top with my J Brand cut offs on Friday after we arrived and then again Saturday. That top was was just too convenient over a swimsuit and for camp outs and was also the most patriotic of my 30x30 items. But that was my outfit for biking Lake Como, so you'll see it soon.
Outfit 20:  Button-up: J Crew / Shorts: Old Navy / Shoes: Sperry / Bracelet: Lucky

Now we're going to work our way backwards a bit, all right? Starting with my last outfit from Europe, and working our way back to where I left off at outfit... 4, was it? Not sure. I'm still a bit travel lagged. And I thought I'd be back to blogging when I got home last Tuesday. Poh! What a crazily ambitious little idea that was. Someone didn't check her schedule. Clearly.

Anyhow, I've just changed my mind about that whole backwards nonsense. That's slightly too much disarray for my Type A brain. Instead, I think I'll start back where I left off and work my way up to 17, my return from Europe which I just posted, then continue on with outfit 21. If I post twice a day, perhaps I'll catch up somewhat reasonably. Off I prance to work on it like a good little blogger...


That was way boiteux*, I know...

P.S. We did break out the camera for a quick shot of the Hound in her festive Independence Day wear. We're calling her Tron-Hound, since we didn't have appropriate red, white, and blue glowies for her.  



Tomorrow I'll begin playing catch-up from the Europe trip with Outfits 5 in Carcassone and 6 in NĂźmes!

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*boiteux = lame
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Thursday, June 16, 2011

Le Mont St. Michel: 30x30 Outfit 4

 Skirt: TJ Maxx (Patagonia) / Top & Bracelet: J Crew Factory / Shoes: Privo / Earrings: Gabes (Monet) / Hat: J Crew final sale /  Jacket: Gap

Do you know le Mont St. Michel? If not, it's my great pleasure to introduce you.  Mes amis, je vous prĂ©sente L'AbbayĂ© Merveilleuse*, Le Mont St. Michel:


Here are 10 fun little bits about this lovely dame:

1. The abbey you see at the top of this hill was begun in the 700s.  Throughout the years it was enlarged and a small town developed around it. It's been a famous Christian pilgrimage site for centuries.

2. The wall around the the town was added as defense against the English invasions in the 100 Years War. The abbey held strong and the town was never taken.

3. It's situated in an area that gets the second highest, most dangerous tides in the world, raising over 50 feet between high and low tide. Cars are warned to be out by high tide, lest they be washed away.  At low tide you can walk the mudflats around the abbey and hardly see the ocean line. At high tide water laps the town walls, turning it into an island.

4. The town circling the abbey is a twisted mass of cobbled streets lined with stone walls, hidden gardens and flowered terraces, cliffs, turrets, cafes, shops, bakeries, quaint hotels, and intertwining stairways leading up to the abbey.

5. Tourists like to bring their dogs. They get in the way. But then you hear perfectly British exchanges like this and no longer care:  A lady is on the left of a wall-lined path, her dog stretching his leash to the right. A gentleman comes to the leash, the lady says in a perfect British accent, "So sorry," and pulls her dog close. The man says, "That's a good lady, there," in an even more British accent, to which she replies, "Thank-ye, kind sir." You momentarily wonder if you've stumbled into Mary Poppins's world.

6. There are lots of small doors. Which no one answers.


7.  Baby birds live in the turret windows and cry heart breakingly when their mamas leave to find food. Then you see the mama return with food and jump in delight as the downy baby hops in equal delight.


8. Salted caramels made from the salt marshes near the abbey can make anything seem better. Even having your i-phone stolen. And used for lots of international calls. I hope they're looking at photos of me pushing the Hound in a swing at the park with remorse. Whoever has the Husband's phone is a big meanie. Whoever thought of salting caramel was a genius.

9. CafĂ©s serving flambĂ©ed Normand dishes, like this apple and apple sorbet crĂȘpe, won't flambĂ© it in front of you because of the wind. Instead, they heat the liquor inside, then ask how much you want and you tell them to keep pouring because you want a big flame. They ask if you're sure, then drown your crĂȘpe with a smile. You then find out that wind thing.


10. At night, flood lights point up towards the abbey, lighting it up as a beacon for miles around.  We wish we could've stayed to see this, but it's a long drive to Carcassonne and we needed to be going.  So you can check out professional photos of it here.

And there you go, l'AbbayĂ© Mont St. Michel.  I really can't wait to edit my photos. It's been awfully cloudy. I'm calling it stormy and mysterious instead of annoying, but it's so hard to get good shots in that lighting with our camera.

À demain* from Carcassonne! { And yes, if you're a nerd like me that likes games like that, it is indeed the town upon which the board game of the same name is modeled. }

P.S. If you ever go to France, never never never stay in a F1 hotel. Simply awful.
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*Mes amis, je vous prĂ©sente L'AbbayĂ© Merveilleuse...: Friends, I give you the Abbey of Marvels...; À demain = See you tomorrow
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Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Le Tour Eiffel and a Norman Farm: 30x30 Outfit 2

Dress: Bebe / Top: Buckle / Shoes: Clarks / Necklace: Ruche / Earrings: AE / Scarf: Parisian vendor

We woke bright and early and got to the Tour Eiffel by 7:30 am, and as you can see there wasn't a tourist in sight! We came across only a few joggers and gendarmes* while taking advantage of this photo op. The gendarmes watched me like a crazy lady, but for once I didn't care. I was at Le Tour Eiffel {pronounced Eee-fel in French}! The Parisians hated it when poor Gustave was constructing it for Paris's World Fair. And petitioned to have removed. I bet he got a few tomatoes thrown at his abode. I also bet they were secretly glad he didn't cave. Bien fait*, Monsieur Eiffel.  Property by his work of art is prime real estate these days.

It was supposed to rain all morning, but miraculously the clouds parted for the hour we spent there. When we finished around 8:30, the queue for entrance into the tower was starting up. We considered waiting, because the Husband had never been to the top, but since it looked like it might rain again he decided we'd better just be on our way to Normandy. We strolled along La Seine on our way back to the Metro station...


 ...then checked out of our hotel and took the RER train back to the airport to get our rental car. 


We've been to Paris before, so we kept this trip short to maximize time in Normandy and the Riveria. After a ridiculously long wait for the car, and having to return to find out how to go in reverse in our spanking new Skoda Fabia  {it's where first gear is and you have to push down on the shift...bizarre} we hit the road to Normandy.  Along the way, we hit up a Carrefour for some snacks, stopped by this lovely wheat field {these little side excursions are the Husband's fave}...


...and this charming place...



...and finally arrived at the bed and breakfast farm recommended by Rick Steves for 38 euro, including breakfast, in the most enchanting 300 year old stone compound overgrown with flowers, two dogs and several cats and kittens, old wooden doors, and stone stairways.


Our room is through this archway...


...up this stone stairway...

...past this landing...


...and behind this wooden door.

Isn't it simplement parfait*?


Too perfect. Once again, we laid down for a nap only to awake at midnight. There went our idea to hit up some D-Day beaches that were only a few miles away.  That's why this post didn't get up in time. Oh la la!

P.S. I clearly need to train the Husband to warn me when my hair is misbehaving. I lost a few bobby pins with those chunks over my ears by the tower.

P.P.S. So sorry for the lack of accents on French words; I don't know how to make them on my laptop yet.

P.P.PS. This is getting ridiculous, but I'm dying to know what you think of this dress? I came across it shopping for EBEW maxi day, then couldn't resist it after we booked this trip. I thought it was perfectly French, but it turns out I needed my black leather jacket for an ace in that department. They're everywhere. In fact, there's lots of black in general. Black on black, black and white, black and nudes, and black and florals. I especially saw quite a few small print, muted floral minis with black tights or leggings and flats or boots.  Hmm...perhaps I'll have to find a floral skirt to add to my 30x30. I daresay I'd fit right in, then :) Except for my accent, of course. They always think I'm British, though, so I may be improving. Or it's my hair.

Linked up here for the Pleated Poppy's What I Wore Wednesday!
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*gendarmes = policemen; bien fait = well done; simplement parfait = simply perfect
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