Had a terrible weekend which included but was not limited to visiting a loved one in the hospital, lots of sleep deprivation and a mini-domestic cat-related disaster (not sure The Boy has forgiven Rue who is temporarily known as The Shithead).
That said, today was a beautiful, productive day.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Late night thoughts..
I have two friends who live a lovely life in Brooklyn. They eat all organic, gluten free food, wear locally made clothes, always use reusable bottles and don't use an air conditioner. Bear with me for this tangent, I think it will all come together in the end.
Every time I floss my teeth I think about that study that concluded that plaque buildup can lead to heart disease and stroke. I did not see that coming. As though I need more guilt about only flossing every week. That, in addition to the guilt over not eating all organic food, or refined carbs and occasionally buying bottled water on long car trips when I forget the aluminum one.
Every week there's a new report that reveals a whole new activity we should be avoiding or a supplement we should be taking. We look in shock at our parents, still smoking, who look aghast as their parents have cocktail after cocktail every night. The Romans had their lead pipes, the Chinese had Opium dens. I don't know what my generation's cigarettes will be, but I know that we'll use the same excuse the generations before us used: "we didn't know. We tried our best."
When I was young, I had a kind of mentor in a very wise woman who practically led the Free Love movement of the 60s. Her life was full of accolades and accomplishments on a nation-wide scale. But still, she felt there was still so much to learn and to do. She wanted her headstone to read, "She Meant Well."
This woman was generations ahead of her time: she believed everyone had to right to love and marry anyone, that the best food came out of the ground pure and unfettered and the best way to get it was from small farms run by good people. Whenever I am tempted to pass judgement or make a life decision, I try to think of her, and I think of my grandchildren. Is what I am saying and doing inspired by principles that will stand up to the test of time? But here's the rub: I try to always think this way.
I try to always take my vitamins.
I try to remember my aluminum bottle and reusable coffee mug.
I try to wear sunscreen.
I try to frigging floss.
But at the end of the day I have to tell myself, 'hell, at least it's not opium.'
Every time I floss my teeth I think about that study that concluded that plaque buildup can lead to heart disease and stroke. I did not see that coming. As though I need more guilt about only flossing every week. That, in addition to the guilt over not eating all organic food, or refined carbs and occasionally buying bottled water on long car trips when I forget the aluminum one.
Every week there's a new report that reveals a whole new activity we should be avoiding or a supplement we should be taking. We look in shock at our parents, still smoking, who look aghast as their parents have cocktail after cocktail every night. The Romans had their lead pipes, the Chinese had Opium dens. I don't know what my generation's cigarettes will be, but I know that we'll use the same excuse the generations before us used: "we didn't know. We tried our best."
When I was young, I had a kind of mentor in a very wise woman who practically led the Free Love movement of the 60s. Her life was full of accolades and accomplishments on a nation-wide scale. But still, she felt there was still so much to learn and to do. She wanted her headstone to read, "She Meant Well."
This woman was generations ahead of her time: she believed everyone had to right to love and marry anyone, that the best food came out of the ground pure and unfettered and the best way to get it was from small farms run by good people. Whenever I am tempted to pass judgement or make a life decision, I try to think of her, and I think of my grandchildren. Is what I am saying and doing inspired by principles that will stand up to the test of time? But here's the rub: I try to always think this way.
I try to always take my vitamins.
I try to remember my aluminum bottle and reusable coffee mug.
I try to wear sunscreen.
I try to frigging floss.
But at the end of the day I have to tell myself, 'hell, at least it's not opium.'
"She Meant Well"
Monday, October 12, 2009
Had a lovely weekend full of food, friends and fall. Saw one of my very first fashion inspirations: a girl I went to school with who has the most courageous fashion sense. She wears whatever feels beautiful to her and always looks great. She looked like a gypsy and it looked so fitting with the flaming orange and yellow around her I had to copy it.
Headband: American Apparel, sweater: Wooden ships,
belt: vintage, skirt: H&M, bag: Bass, tights: Ralph Lauren
Boots: Payless
Headband: American Apparel, sweater: Wooden ships,belt: vintage, skirt: H&M, bag: Bass, tights: Ralph Lauren
Boots: Payless
There is something very comforting about swathing yourself in layers and layers of clothes, scarves, jewellry. As though your outfit could carry you for days, could carry you anywhere. Like when I was little and I put on every single one of my mother's scarves and bracelets and danced around to this song.
It's very last year, fashion-wise, but I tend to retain. For me, it's about personal trends. I absorb what feels pertinent and hold on to the rest for later.
Louis Vuitton, Spring 2008
Alberta Ferretti, Spring 2008
(Images courtesy of style.com)
It's very last year, fashion-wise, but I tend to retain. For me, it's about personal trends. I absorb what feels pertinent and hold on to the rest for later.
Louis Vuitton, Spring 2008
Alberta Ferretti, Spring 2008(Images courtesy of style.com)
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go put on all of my scarves and dance around to a certain song.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Cravings
Here are a few things I've really been craving lately.
Simple, nude pumps like this:
Image courtesy of Zappos.com
Image courtesy of etsy.com
Anything from here:
Image courtesy of globetrotters.com
Donations or presents can be sent to: You are my favorite Lane, I Love Youville, 12345.
I seem to be feeling very 1920s of late, and I think it might be the sudden influx of antique furniture that's cluttering up my house all of a sudden. I can't wait to put it all where it belongs, and I've been diligently searching for inspiration for my study.
Images courtest of: This Is Glamorous
Really, though, my main goal should be to stop it from looking like an insane arts & crafts teacher is squatting there. First step, of course, is kicking out the insane arts & crafts teacher. Wish me luck.
Home is.
Home is:
roadside farm stands, woodsmoke, Tibetan peace flags, colonial houses, abandoned tobacco barns, too much patchouli, and good people living in beautiful little towns. I was there for a sad occasion, but there was a lot of joy.
The Boy's family has a farm. Yum.
I went for a run in a thunderstorm and came across this field of sunflowers.
At the time it seemed very meaningful, although it's a little lost on me now.
I didn't know this kind of thing was unique until I left.
Please excuse the pictures, as they were taken from a U-Haul I was schlepping around. Also, it was raining most of the weekend. It was one of my favorite kinds of weather: warm, rainy and prone to storms.
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