I really liked feeling like a fembot

Hee hee. I tromped around town today and felt very authoritative.

Dress: WDNY, Tights: H & M,
Shoes: Payless, Bracelet: thrifted,
Glasses: Forever 21
Not pictured: Lord & Taylor hair clip

I am big into dramatic zippers of late and the detailing on this dress hits the spot.

My kitchen is a mess.

In other news, The Boy is sick now and I feel guilty. Not just because I most certainly got him sick but also because I thought it was nice to have him home on a weekday. I made him chicken matzo ball soup and tea and we snuggled a lot. Rue liked it, too.

I think it's nice to break up routines on occasion. Even I, who am not at all a routine driven person, can appreciate stepping outside a comfort zone. One almost always discovers something exciting and new. There is reward in that, even in something small like going to a new coffee shop instead of Starbucks or taking a new route to work. Comfort zones will always be there, but there could be something finite and wonderful just outside your peripheral vision.

In which work forces the author into an American Apparel store

...and she likes it. I harbor an inexplicable fear and loathing of American Apparel stores. Their windows fill me with anxiety and hostility. But I was forced to confront my issues the other day. Then, to add insult to mental injury, I was forced to admit that it was full of awesomeness. And I walked away with a hefty bag of awesomeness. Observe:

Dress: American Apparel, Tights: H & M,
Belt: vintage, Boots: Payless
Note: I feel like a fembot in that dress.
The neck can be pulled up over the head for extra
robot-ness.

T-shirt: American Apparel, shorts: I forget
Tights: H & M, Boots: Payless
Headband: American Apparel belt
Necklace: American Apparel scarf

And my personal favorite is this Jessica Rabbit dress. It comes down to below the knee in real life. It also makes me want to sing jazz standards in a smokey bar.

Dress: American Apparel, Shoes: Guess, Ring:Wal-Mart
That ring was purchased as an emergency fake engagement ring and has a long story attached to it.

In other news, Rue is still adorable.

That said, I think I'll get my AA online from here on out. It's just so effing freaky in there, you know?

The Oscars

Robert Downey Jr., you have been a very, very bad man.

Spanking, my room, 10 minutes.

There are two kinds of women:

those who want power in the world, and those who want power in bed. - Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis

Dress: Old Navy, Blazer: T. J. Maxx,
Tights: H & M, Glasses: Anne Klein
Scarf: Thai silk , Not pictured: bag from Marshall's

Shoes: Payless!


This is an outfit for getting things done in.

I really like my new haircut.

Better!

I feel better! Well, a little better. Enough to celebrate with a lovely brunch, at any rate.

And maybe it was at 2pm. And maybe we had panceggs. What are panceggs, you ask? They are eggs and pancakes fused together to make something even more awesome than either eggs or pancakes.

Ingredients
(serves 2 hungry people)

Pancake portion:
1 1/3 cup flour
2 tbsp sugar
2 tsp baking powder
2 eggs
1 tsp melted butter or oil
3/4 cup milk
pinch of salt

Egg portion:
4 eggs
butter for the pan

Combine the dry pancake ingredients in a bowl and stir. Make a hole in the center and pour in the eggs, milk and butter (or oil). Mix until the batter is lumpy but not clumpy.

Melt some butter in a pan on medium heat. Pour a 1/4 cup of the batter in, forming a pancake. When there are big bubbles all over the top, pick it up with a spatula. This is where having a partner can come in handy. Crack an egg into the pan. Put the pancake on top of the egg, cooked side UP. Make sure the yolk doesn't slip out from under it. Use the spatula to keep everything pancake shaped. When the egg is cooked, remove the pancegg and repeat. Serve with heated maple syrup. And maybe bacon.

Happy Sunday!

.....

.... I'm tired of being sick now.....

No matter how lovely a weekend might be, it still has to end and now it's the week and I'm cranky. I can't quite get back into the swing of things, and things are slow professionally and it makes me want to tear my hair out. I hope The Boy is feeling patient.

On a more cheerful note, this weekend we went to Max London's and if you're ever in Saratoga Springs I recommend it. It's right next door to Mrs. London's which has the best pastries ever.

I was feeling rather dramatic.

Don't you just love those drapes?


Dress: H & M, Belt: vintage, Sweater: T. J. Maxx
Bracelet: Thrifted

And, in other news, I got a haircut.

It makes me feel like Jackie O and Jennifer Aniston's lovechild

In Which The Author Becomes a Little Over-Excited With Her iPhone Camera

I went to my grandparents' place in Saratoga Springs this weekend. It was an impromptu trip, but I still found time to take a LOT of pictures.

WARNING: When I say a lot, I mean a lot. This is a long boring entry. Feel free to ignore it.

It is important, I think, to find a place where people make you feel respected as an adult and safe as a child. I am lucky enough to have had that all my life in my grandparents' home.

I don't think I exaggerate when I say that they are some of the mightiest minds of their generation but they've included me in their dinner table conversations since I was too young to deserve it.

Their kitchen is stocked with things like organic olive oil infused with lemon



but my grandmother made me nachos and ramen with blue food coloring when I was a little kid fresh out of my parents' hippie kitchen.

My grandfather reads the New York Times every morning and watches the news every day. He gets up earlier than anyone and makes coffee and sets out breakfast. It is one of my favorite things in the world.


My grandmother is beautiful.

She looks 35, and has always made me feel glamorous, even when I was a distinctly UN-glamorous tomboy kid

I was a skeptical 3 year old

Also, she likes to sew.

She made me a waterproof mermaid dress when I was 7. I wish it still fit.



Their house is full of art and quirky antiques but never feels like a museum.

These are weird.

Their four girls.

My grandfather loves schoolbuses, chimpanzees and foxes. His office is amazing.

A mold of a chimpanzee skull.

He travels a lot.

In short, they are lovely people who live their life in the light.

In No Particular Order

In no particular order. Ever.

Sometimes, I like to dress up like a stewardess from the 60s.

Dress: Vintage, Glasses: Borrowed/stolen,
Tights: H&M over Vera Wang, Shoes: H&M,
Bracelet: Vintage Givenchy as gifted to me by a wonderful crazy old woman
Earrings: Claire's

Also, it's cold today and I hate it and I want it to be spring and lovely and full of pretty dresses and bare legs and maybe picnics. In summation, I bought daffodils.

Daffodils: they make me happy.

A final note: last night was delicious.

I wanted all of these.

Lovelies.

And I got these!

Cupcakes: they make me happy and so does hot chocolate you can eat.

The Boy got one of these. He let me have a bite, too.

Delicious= Pictachio cake covered in white chocolate
raspberry mousse covered in chocolate shell covered in white chocolate
hearts. This is one of those desserts that even Betsey Johnson would look at and go,
"Hmm. Don't you think it's a little... much?"

Show me the way to the next whiskey bar

I rediscovered the Doors today. It was awesome. Like when, after dreading it for months, you run into an ex and instead of being awful and awkward it's awesome and you realize you actually can be just friends.

I'm known for getting pretty into the spirit of things. Example A, what I wore today:

Vest: vintage, Tank: Urban Outfitters, Jeans: l.e.i., via T.J. Maxx

Ring: I can't remember (also pictured: very. messy. apartment)

Close-up of my embroidered jeans. I'm very flower-fussy, but these I love.
They do make me flash the peace sign a lot, though.

Shoes! Aren't they wackadoo? Thom Brown Outlet.

So that was me, getting into the Pamela Courson, Penny Lane sort of vibe. You can say the word vibe without it being ironic when you're wearing wooden high-heeled moccasins, you know.