Thursday, May 27, 2010


Phoenix - Love Like a Sunset

Bad Romance.

The rest is still unwritten.

To the world.


Looking forward to our date Scilla!

Fine Print.

Oh, boy.

I am not about to dive into the new SATC2 movie. It isn't worth it. What is worth mentioning are the lovely ladies that I spent laughing, eating and drinking our tini's together before strutting over to the midnight showing.

I truly love being a girl simply because of the goober moments shared with lovely ladies like yourselves. Let's please do that more often. Pretty please.

Is this love.

Extra cold, please.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Enchantment in the Green Mountain State.

A place so magical, so breath taking and it is no longer in my possession.

A magical oasis in New England that I will be traveling to for Memorial Day weekend. Gammy, my great grandmother, was the gem who owned our summer house and passed it down to her son, Grandy, and allowed Jen and I to have some infinite summers with my mum, friends and lovers. I heard Grammy was quite the handful, but memories of finding her favorite things throughout our summer escapes, make me think differently.

The house she built for her husband, when he was too fragile to walk stairs , had butterflies scattered throughout. From band aids to bathing caps, comforters to place mats, you name it this woman had to have her butterfly fix. Which may explain my undying love for these beautiful creatures.

One of the last summers spent on Caspian with my mum was one of the best. We found cocoons on the milkweed in the fields in front of our house, that led to the lake and we took liter coke bottles and placed the leaves with cocoons inside.

Jen and I carefully watched the cocoons twitter, shake and slowly peal open once we were back on Wood Duck Lane. We watched the cocoon turn from a clear spring roll to a rainbow roll full of color. In no time we watched their colorful transformation, as they danced their way out and into the world.

Our mom used to sing us to sleep with her harp, a wing of a butterfly, on those summer nights in Vermont. Many were from the Sound of Music and we would sing about a few of our favorite things, turning 16, and Maria. As the weather gets warm in Boston it brings me back to her angelic voice, bouncing off the wooden panes of our cabin walls, and hearing the loons coo along from the lake.

Times have changed quite a bit since then, but the beauty still lies in the mountains, fields, and butterflies of Vermont. I'm sharing a piece of myself with someone special this weekend. Hoping to see a butterfly or two. Another form of metamorphosis is about to happen before me... teaching Ardie how to ride a bike. Fingers crossed! I'm excited to show him Vermont through my hazel eyes.

Spoon full of discovery.

I met an incredible person yesterday.

I was at in-jean-ius and all of a sudden this woman comes through the door and says, "Oh my God. I love your curls." I don't know if it was her instant energy or the compliment, but she had me at hello.

We chirped about traveling, fashion, JP, curls, good eats, birthdays, and not settling down. She had this contagious energy and I felt like I knew her forever. She's beautiful, talented and has a warm heart. Sure, I only met her, but people like that you've definitely known in another lifetime and bound to bump into again.

It's her 35th birthday so this post is for her,
To beautiful encounters with beautiful people.

Happily Balanced.

" Every little moment is amazing if you let yourself access it." JR

Curls + Red Wedges.

Walked out of Copley Square T last night and as I turned the corner from Dartmouth to Newbury a woman spun around and sputtered, "Girrrrrrrrrrrl, you look cute."

Thanks to a few elements of design,
Curls + Red Wedges.

Beach days.


Way to go J.Crew.

This bag is handwoven by indigenous women in Columbia and takes days to complete. This bag helps women sustain themselves and their heritage. I never thought I would see something so bohemian in this catalog but as soon as I saw it, I fell madly in love.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Good Ol Days.

Taking a little holiday to Denver for the next couple days. Although I've never been I will be playing with some of the best people from my year abroad. :) I can't wait. One vital piece will be missing but dearest Kimmy we will be thinking of you along the way.

Enjoy this gorgeous May weekend.


Monday, May 10, 2010

Inspire for style.

Wait for it...

My first day as a freelancing stylist[!!!!!!] and this is one of many things that made my day. Tammy the stylist found her inspiration for one of the dresses by taking a scarf and using it as a belt. On top of the scarf she wrapped a little belt around it and she said that it was after all those star wars movies that she was inspired by Sir Obi One Kenobi.

You must always keep your eyes open because you never know what could inspire you. :)

Caged Birds

About a week ago I went to the Toad in Porter Square with one of the loveliest girls I know. She's from a humble little place in Connecticut that I used to call home. I met up with her and her mate from college.

It was my last night in my creative fashion design class and I needed a little icing on the cake after finishing such a satisfying semester. Live music seeps right into my soul and fills me up to the tippy top. The Toad was showcasing a band called the Caged Birds.

This band moved me, grooved me and sang me to a higher place. I can't seem to find them online, but they will be playing there every Tuesday for the next month so if you live in the area definitely give them some love.

All Saints

This store landed on Newbury St. about a week ago and boy do I wish I didn't live so close. My wallet just felt some major damage. Welp! Here's to looking good.

Sunday, May 2, 2010

Be in it, to get through it.


One thing ends and another begins... stay tuned.


I hope you remember this.
Too bad you didn't keep it... it's vintage. :P

Child's Pose.

"Do not spoil what you have

by desiring what you have not;

remember that what you now have

was once among the things you only hoped for.”


"If you are a dreamer,come in.

If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,

a hoper, a prayer, a magic-bean-buyer.

If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire,

For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.

Come in! Come in!”

Shel Silverstein