Of course, the lovely finds below cost a little more, but the bonus is that I'll be able to look at myself in the mirror with both eyes.
31.8.09
Fashion Forward: Drape Vests
I'm having a little love affair with drape vests right now. (Evidence here.) They're so versatile and all-season-friendly. I'm even thinking about creating one with my own two hands. I found a DIY that makes it seem so simple. According to Amy Carriere, you simply fold a piece of fabric and cut a half-circle. Really, it's that easy? I think I can handle scissors and a simple geometric shape, but I'm skeptical because I have a history of craft projects that have gone awry. My inner bully is taunting me with choruses of "You'll poke your eye out! You'll poke your eye out!"
Of course, the lovely finds below cost a little more, but the bonus is that I'll be able to look at myself in the mirror with both eyes.






Of course, the lovely finds below cost a little more, but the bonus is that I'll be able to look at myself in the mirror with both eyes.
30.8.09
Photoshoot: Evoking Emotion


It's been a few weeks since I've been to the beach, and I blame it on the weather. It's been about a million degrees, with several fires blazing in the hills surrounding Los Angeles, all acting like a furnace for the city. Normally hot weather like this will send me scrambling to the ocean with boogie board in tow. But the general lack of air quality has sucked my will to venture outside or even open the windows. I've started exclaiming every five minutes that "It's so (insert adjective here) hot!"
But looking at these photos is cooling me off. Isn't that the gauge of good art -- evoking emotion and stirring the imagination? These photos are making me FEEL something, so I'll consider them a success. If only I were close enough to the ocean to feel that cool breeze right this moment ...
29.8.09
Link Love 08.29.09

I think today might be the perfect day to make some cinnamon toast and go see a 3-D horror movie while gripping Husband's hand.
Oh, and check out these links:
- There have been pictures taken of me in bed before. Hey, get your mind out of the gutter -- I'm referring to mostly slobbering-in-my-sleep photos. None of which looked half as pretty as these Pictures in Bed.
- I don't usually recommend people to follow on Twitter, but you must add @shitmydadsays. You'll thank me later when you're LOL'ing and OMG'ing.
- It's deja vu for this stock photo model.
- Channel your inner Charlie Brown with these zigzag home decor items.
- Measuring spoons I can slap against my fridge? Count me in. [Via The Best Part]
- You can make your own ruffle necklace. Notice I said "you," not me. I'm not as confident in my crafting skills. Plus I don't have a sewing machine.
This video is rocking my socks off.
28.8.09
Flickr Fridays: #37

1. Yes, yes I do. Thanks for noticing., 2. Simple Moth, 3. HALP!, 4. party skirt, 5. Untitled, 6. Pickle Me Pink,
7. Untitled, 8. Motivation, 9. Under The Umbrella, 10. Travel, 11. Polaroid Week ~Day 2, 12. Untitled
7. Untitled, 8. Motivation, 9. Under The Umbrella, 10. Travel, 11. Polaroid Week ~Day 2, 12. Untitled
Today is going to be a busy day. First I'm going to pull a Holly Golightly and do a little window shopping before meeting some friends for lunch. Then Husband is going to fire up the grill for a late-summer barbecue, and we're going to have even more friends over for dinner. What are your plans for the weekend?
27.8.09
Written Word: Notes to Strangers, Part 2
After I wrote last week's post about two projects that spread goodwill through random notes to strangers, I was directed to another that I'd like to share with you today: Project Lemon. Here's how the creator, Heather Buchanan, explains the project:


So there I was, sifting through the Project Lemon blog, when I remembered another project that encouraged writing a note to a stranger: Post Secret. My pal T-Mo had sent me the coffee-table book for my birthday a while back, and I recall spending an afternoon thumbing through it. All are postcards -- made, altered or drawn upon -- that bear a secret. I was simultaneously inspired and saddened. Saddened because, even though many of the secrets are lighthearted and fun, there are also many people in the world who feel like their situation is hopeless. My heart ached for them and how lonely they must have felt when they emptied their guts on a postcard. But then it dawned on me: I was reading their "secret." By sharing it with others, albeit strangers, they are not alone. In fact, there's an entire community for people who need to spill the beans. Judgment-free. And I think it's brilliant.



Are you feeling inspired to drop a cheerful lemon or divulge your secret via postcard?
Here are a few postcards I found on Etsy to get you started:







"Project Lemon is not for any ordinary random acts of kindness. It's for whimsical, strange, and unexpected acts of kindness. We want to fill strangers not just with joy, but a curious childlike wonder ...It makes me want to go to the grocery store right now equipped with a magic marker and enough cash for a bag of lemons.
"Somehow I got the idea to leave these lemons, with optimistic messages written upon them and secret notes tucked inside, all around the city for strangers to find.
"That first little adventure was amazing. My partner in crime and I would leave a lemon in a peculiar place, and then lurk around watching strangers get curious, bewildered, and delighted. It was one of the giddiest evenings ever."
So there I was, sifting through the Project Lemon blog, when I remembered another project that encouraged writing a note to a stranger: Post Secret. My pal T-Mo had sent me the coffee-table book for my birthday a while back, and I recall spending an afternoon thumbing through it. All are postcards -- made, altered or drawn upon -- that bear a secret. I was simultaneously inspired and saddened. Saddened because, even though many of the secrets are lighthearted and fun, there are also many people in the world who feel like their situation is hopeless. My heart ached for them and how lonely they must have felt when they emptied their guts on a postcard. But then it dawned on me: I was reading their "secret." By sharing it with others, albeit strangers, they are not alone. In fact, there's an entire community for people who need to spill the beans. Judgment-free. And I think it's brilliant.
Are you feeling inspired to drop a cheerful lemon or divulge your secret via postcard?
Here are a few postcards I found on Etsy to get you started:
26.8.09
Tune Time: iTunes Weeding

I finally decided to take my Macbook seriously when it says "Startup Disc Almost Full," mostly because it's been rather persistent and has been bugging me every 10 minutes for the past three months. I knew it had something to do with the 6,494 songs I've hoarded on iTunes, but the thought of deleting any of them was like proposing that I cut off a finger. Ouch! How could I live without my ridiculously large music library? And, more importantly, how long would it take me to weed through more than 6,000 songs?
Turns out I don't know the answer to that last question because I'm still doing it, more than a week later. I've finished deleting songs I don't really REALLY love, and I'm down to 5,480. That's more than 1,000 songs, friends. The next step is the obsessive-compulsive one: filling in all the "holes" in the remaining songs (year, album, etc.). I'm guesstimating this will take at least another week or two in one-hour increments. I may be insane about this, but an hour at a time is all I can muster.
Are you as crazy about your music collection as I? What's the one album you can't live without?
25.8.09
100 Movies: 36, 37
Deckard: She's a replicant, isn't she?
Tyrell: I'm impressed. How many questions does it usually take to spot them?
Deckard: I don't get it, Tyrell.
Tyrell: How many questions?
Deckard: Twenty, thirty, cross-referenced.
Tyrell: It took more than a hundred for Rachael, didn't it?
Deckard: [realizing Rachael believes she's human] She doesn't know.
Tyrell: She's beginning to suspect, I think.
Deckard: Suspect? How can it not know what it is?
Major T. J. "King" Kong: Survival kit contents check. In them you'll find: one forty-five caliber automatic; two boxes of ammunition; four days' concentrated emergency rations; one drug issue containing antibiotics, morphine, vitamin pills, pep pills, sleeping pills, tranquilizer pills; one miniature combination Russian phrase book and Bible; one hundred dollars in rubles; one hundred dollars in gold; nine packs of chewing gum; one issue of prophylactics; three lipsticks; three pair of nylon stockings. Shoot, a fella' could have a pretty good weekend in Vegas with all that stuff.
24.8.09
Wish List 08.24.09
This cardigan in Orla Kiely's fall collection is everything that is right about autumn. Geometric structure, bold mixing of neutrals and a brilliant pop of color. I call dibs, though I might have to pay the $334 price tag in Monopoly money.
23.8.09
Photoshoot: Stop, Drop and Shoot

Do you ever start shooting and find that every single frame ends up looking blah? That, even after tweaking all your settings and shooting again, you're still not impressed with the images you're taking? I have a tip to help you get out of this "photography block."
Are you ready?
Hit the ground. Stop, drop and shoot, so to speak. As close to ground zero as possible. Get dirty. Lie on the street. By all means, put your camera on the sand. Don't be afraid. Also, forget to look through the viewfinder for a few frames. This is the beauty of digital; mistakes don't cost you anything.

And sometimes ...

... maybe even several times ...

... those mistakes will be happy ones.
22.8.09
Design Dialogue: Chevron Stripes

I've been looking for a bag with chevron stripes for a long time, and I had nearly come to the conclusion that I would have to search for a vintage one because the pattern last had its heyday in the 1970s and 1980s. Then, just when I was about to give up, I came across this one at Barneys. Not only was it perfect, it was marked down from $100 to $16. Score!
Encouraged, I found some other chevron goodies to share with you, some vintage, some new.
21.8.09
Flickr Fridays: #36

I picked a fine weekend to stay home and do nothing -- loud maintenance work and dog barking galore are really trying my patience (and the foundation of my apartment; really, what ARE you doing out there that is rattling the ground like an earthquake?). But I'm staying zen, I swear. My secret? Headphones, music, an overcast afternoon and a good book. Tomorrow, there will be more of the same, plus Netflix movies. What do you have in store for the weekend?
100 Movies: 34, 35
And the countdown continues in my quest to watch and find something inspiring in every single one of Yahoo's 100 Movies to See Before You Die...

This is at least the 10th time I've seen "E.T.," and I'm glad I watched it again, to look at it with the specific purpose of finding inspiration. We all know the story. Boy finds alien, boy befriends alien, boy and alien engage in mind meld, alien phones home for ride, government tries to contain alien, alien outsmarts government, alien's ride arrives, boy and alien cry, alien goes home, the end. But have you ever noticed the lighting in this movie? Every scene -- and I mean EVERY scene -- is perfectly lit to create a mood. I wish my life were this well illuminated; it would make my photography so much easier.

I could name at least 10 long, boring, pointless scenes that could be trimmed from this movie without affecting the story, but one stands out as a game-changer for me. After listening to the devil spew obscenities and crazy grunts for what feels like eternity, there's a brief intermission during which the priest and the mother converse in the hallway. They're so used to the constant barrage of noise that they don't notice it anymore. Inspirational! If only I could feel that way about the constant dog-barking outside my window. Every night, I swear, the dogs that live in the condo upstairs and the ones across the way get in some kind of barking contest. Maybe they're possessed...
Elliot: He's a man from outer space and we're taking him to his spaceship.
Greg: Well, can't he just beam up?
Elliot: This is *reality*, Greg.
Chris MacNeil: Oh no, that was no spasm. I got on the bed. The whole bed was thumping and rising off the floor and shaking. The whole thing, with me on it!
Dr. Klein: Mrs. MacNeil, the problem with your daughter is not her bed; it's her brain.
20.8.09
Written Word: Notes to Strangers
I've recently come across a few projects that caught my attention, both consisting of notes that are written specifically to strangers. As someone whose notes to strangers occur only after said stranger has hit my car or parked in my spot, I should note that these projects are POSITIVE notes to strangers, encouraging even.
The first one is Falafel for the Soul, where the writer leaves little Post-it notes of encouragement in public places, just to "spread optimism and inspiration." If I saw one of these, I'm pretty sure it would make my day (especially the hair one).



The second one is by Lenka and Michael, who decided to spark curiosity and conversations by sending a personal letter to each of the 467 households in a small Irish village. They're all so bright and cheerful, I could imagine being very tickled to receive one of these notes.


Are you inspired yet to start your own mystery encouragement campaign? If so, I found some great letterpress cards to get you started on your journey.





The first one is Falafel for the Soul, where the writer leaves little Post-it notes of encouragement in public places, just to "spread optimism and inspiration." If I saw one of these, I'm pretty sure it would make my day (especially the hair one).
The second one is by Lenka and Michael, who decided to spark curiosity and conversations by sending a personal letter to each of the 467 households in a small Irish village. They're all so bright and cheerful, I could imagine being very tickled to receive one of these notes.
Are you inspired yet to start your own mystery encouragement campaign? If so, I found some great letterpress cards to get you started on your journey.
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