Pretty Underthings

My bralette obsession continues. I won these beauties on eBay where shopping = winning! All for > $20.

In Pictures

<Saturday brunch at Omlete Parlor, The Flower Truck, Kitty loves Juliet Roses>

Thank you Santa Ana's for making this weekend hot and sunny. Even after watching this, I still can't help saying "can you believe it's January???!" But seriously, it is and it's fabulous. We stuck to our zip code all weekend, which is sort of against my mantra for 2012, eating brunch outside, buying fresh flowers, and soaking up vitamin D. Here's to a lovely week ahead.

Kneedful Things

I unabashedly adore bread.  It is the ultimate comfort food.  When I was home for Christmas my Dad made no-rise bread with honey butter. I devoured it.  I could have eaten the entire loaf.  But I was always skeptical about making it.  Yes on the surface is appears so simple, but simple is just another word for really damn hard. The yeast, faulty oven temperatures, rising, it scared me off .  Like a lot things that involve spending copious amounts of time in the kitchen.  However, after our dear friends made homemade pizza for us last weekend I decided I needed to tackle it.  I lover of bread, must master it.  So voila! I made breakfast pizza on Sunday. From this recipe.  Thanks God Oprah!

In Pictures

 <Zinque , tune nicoise tartine, breakfast sammy, cap, venice beach>

Moments from the weekend.  Most important being my new midi ear piercing.  Following the midi-ring craze I fell for the mid lobe piercing.  I was like a amped up 16 year old on the Venice boardwalk dragging M into the tatoo/piercing shop.

Midi Ring

 <little hands ring on my middle and stars on my ring finger>

Prior to my shopping hiatus pledge I treated myself to these amazingly delicate, silver above the knuckle ring or "midi ring".  I'm enamored with the hammer.  Thanks to Kriya and her patience as I tried to size the portion between my knuckle and nail. 

Good Bounty: Favorite things I bought in 2011

Shopping Hiatus

<my overfed baby closet>

I just did laundry.  And while I loathe it tremendously, it served it purpose by highlighting just how out of touch I am with the parameters of my closet. There were dirty items that I had completely forgotten about.  Grey jeans - ooooh I missed those! James Perse over priced white tee? I misssed you too! So, clearly, I can live without these things.  So I will not be purchasing any clothing pieces, shoes, accessories, bags, etc for as long as I can stand it.  My biggest hurdle is my office location.  In the middle of SaMo shopping mecca - The Promenade, Santa Monica Place, Fred Segal, Wasteland and my ultimate drug, the Goodwill.  I've given myself a caveat that yes, I can still frequent the Goodwill but I can only purchase something if it takes my breath away/makes my jaw drop and I feel that it is an investment - something I cherish and will wear often.  I've got to give credit to Rachel of heart of light for the inspiration.  May the force be with me.

Wednesday's Bounty

I find farmers markets daunting.  In California they're a force to be reckoned with.  But I love them all the same and in the past was always sort of timid and meek amongst the hoards of people and overspilling crates of produce.  Today I found my voice and just went for everything I wanted.  I was a vegetable hoarder and an agro consumer.  Love thy farmer.

vegas !!

In March M & I have a week long trip with his family.  I initially balked at the idea of spending that much time in a destination where I've only barely survived for 72 hours on 2 separate female only trips. But I've had a serious warming to sin city now that I've had time to contemplate outfit options and rev up my excitement via consumerism.   If you're ever not looking forward to a trip, start planning your wardrobe, all of a sudden Cleveland OH is a back drop to show off your sartorial talents. Back to SIN! Vegas is so decadent and unapologetic.  I'm already scouting pieces that I feel are "sooooo Vegas".  Like now when I see red and black leopard sequin leggins in F21 my brain picks up on the scent like a hound to a fox.  I do that head tilt and the back step, all ooh la la-ing over some gaudy ass disposable clothing.  But dear god it's fun and I'm thoroughly looking forward to dancing, gambling, cocktailing and Sharon Stoning all over that wild city.  I've even contemplated the short blond eighties crop.  It would be so good for the pictures.  And really, isn't that what it's all about?

Into the New

yay 2012! I'm so glad you are here. we've been expecting you.  Baby lemons have sprouted.

Pilgramage

 

 <day to dusk - Thanksgiving>

Last night I could hear the sounds of the waves crashing.  So loud and domineering in fact that I couldn't fall asleep.  It was M and mine's first Thanksgiving solo. Just us. Cooking, drinking and eating as we pleased. It felt both freeing and off putting.  Receiving pictures from our families back east of the festivities. The tides of the pacific are the constant reminder of the trek we made. We sold our furniture from our Williamsburg apartment and made the trip West with nothing but $2K, our kitty and the insane amount of clothing (shoes, accessories, etc) I had amassed in my 7 years of city living.  We gave up and started anew. It was terrifying and thriling.  And I'm grateful.  I'm grateful for our tiny bungalow with built-ins and a deck, our fearsome little hunter kitty, and M's eternal optimism of what we will build together in this city and in our lifetime.  

Man Knot

The man knot.  The bun knows no boundaries - old women porn and body builders it's unisex appeal makes it the "IT" style for anyone. Frankly I'm thinking it looks better on this dude then me.

That Kimono

Beautiful B hanging out.

Like in Cyclades

 After 2+ weeks in Greece I finally gave into yogurt.  Never one of my favorites, it's now a staple in the house.  Converted to the white tangy stuff.

le weekend

A quick trip to San Diego, barefoot, H&M victories - $9 leopard slouchy and $12 striped T.

An East Coaster in SaMo

Rounding in on year 2 as an Angeleno I'm finding the rough edges of my New York exterior are not completely sanded down from an abundance of sunny days and porch-filled afternoons, but rather are still poking through thanks to traffic, vagrant alley fights and the marine layer.  Today, I have more succulents, sandals and surfer speak then I ever thought possible.  And I even gave into the purchase of a pair of Uggs. I swore them off then caved one "chilly" day.  Herein lies the goodies of our west coast life from style and design to food & life, etc.  Happy gazing.