Dear Turquoise, (sigh.) Sometimes, and just sometimes, i believe the people that say you are not sophisticated; that you are ‘reminiscent of teenagedom’ (should be a word), or ‘bad wannabe-ethnic starter furniture’. But other times you make me so happy and excited, and I wonder why i have listened to all these pretentious… Read More …
That’s me. Made in Oregon. Coos Bay, to be exact, but we don’t need to talk about that. For someone who has only technically lived in Portland for 2 years (last two of high school), I sure do have a ton of Portland pride. Why? because it’s possibly the best city ever. the bees knees…. Read More …
So i’m only a fan of DIY when you really can do it yourself well. For instance I can sew pillows and drapes because those are straight simple seams, but i don’t attempt clothes (anymore, although every project runway season I waste so much money on fabric, convinced that I too can wear my… Read More …
I’m working on a shoot with the generally awesome (and super organized) art director, MaryAlice Eckart this week. We start shooting in Portland next week and i’ll be up there for two weeks at least (don’t panic, i’m sure there is internet in Portland, nothing can ever keep me from blogging). So psyched. These… Read More …
Crazy, crazy, day = short blog post. But my mom always told me growing up, ‘a short blog post is better than no blog post at all’. It’s up there with the ‘minding of the p’s and q’s’ and ‘no playing war in the house’. It’s always stuck with me, i guess. Here’s another outfit… Read More …
What am I laughing at, you ask? Just the ceiling. It’s just hilarious. It was telling me the one about ‘the window, the floor and the rabbi all walk into a bar’. gets me every time. I’m not accustomed to getting my portrait taken, so in order to smile naturally I make myself laugh,… Read More …
What am I laughing at, you ask? Just the ceiling. It’s just hilarious. It was telling me the one about ‘the window, the floor and the rabbi all walk into a bar’. gets me every time. I’m not accustomed to getting my portrait taken, so in order to smile naturally I make myself laugh,… Read More …
Oh what I wouldn’t do to live here. I would never (well, now, now, I never say never) sell myself, but I might pimp out bearcat for cuddles. No one, truly, no one loves to cuddle as much as bearcat, she could do it all day everyday and it really doesn’t matter who… Read More …
Dios mio, it’s a little warm in here, no? My, my, my… Valentines day is sunday, and it doesn’t matter whether you are into it or not, pretty pictures are pretty pictures. I think this photo essay, www.thevoracity.com, is super beautiful. It’s shot by the loveliest, Anna Williams, styled by Pamela… Read More …
Who, me? nope, no hoarding here. i’m definitely not a hoarder. not at all. not even a little bit. pshaw, that’s crazy. for sure not me. don’t even worry about that, could never happen…. I know i’m not the only one who watches hoarders. And I know i’m not the only one who… Read More …
Yep, we are doing this again. Flowers. Having fresh flowers is more of a right than a privilege, like voting, or is voting a duty not a privilege..or a right?… whatever. The point is flowers are da best. Buy them, for yourself, or for others. All the time. It’s a bit wasteful in money,… Read More …
I’ve been thinking a lot about warm versus cool tones, lately. You might be thinking about Health Care, the Academy Awards noms, or last night’s history making Bachelor – which was truly spectacular and quite psychologically overwhelming for some. But, I’ve been pretty preoccupied with this question: If I like cool tones so much… Read More …
This post practically writes itself, doesn’t it? The 70’s are back, people. These photos are from a 1975 Better Homes and Gardens decorating book. Ok, so peace and love are always in, no? And the music and films from that time can do no wrong in my book. The Who played at the super… Read More …
I will not go to the Rose Bowl. I will not go to the Rose Bowl. I will not go to the Rose Bowl. (Huge once a month flea market). Rose bowl sundays are always hard for me. It’s so close, only 8 miles away. I can practically taste all the vintage amazingness from… Read More …
