- May you absent-mindedly close the lid to an expensive lipstick without retracting it and the lipstick ends up smeared in the top of the tube as a result.
- May you show up to a party either overdressed or underdressed. Whichever will be more embarrassing.
- May you labor painstakingly over an email and then realize a second after you sent it that you forgot to put anything in the subject line.
Fashion Cues from Jersey Shore
I no longer have a TV since I moved to my new place. It hasn't cramped my style much. The most embarrassing thing about not having a TV is that I found myself actually going online to watch Jersey Shore episodes. (Oh man, I just typed that as Jersey Whore by accident. I'm sure I'm not the first person to make that joke).
Yes, I couldn't say offhandedly, "Oh, I left the TV on and Jersey Shore was next so I watched it while I cleaned my living room." No, it actually took forethought and planning and intention for me to watch this crap.
But I will own up to liking Jersey Shore. The last season was pretty tired, you can tell that they can barely stand each other now, but I guess I have an affection for the characters from the first season, when it was fresh and they were guileless and not jaded and I didn't even know what a "guido" was exactly.
My main takeaway from this season was that it turns out I dress like someone on Jersey Shore. No, it's not JWOWW or Snookie or Deena (shudder). Turns out Vinny and I share some of the same clothing choices!
Who knew? We both like purple pants.
Did he buy his at Forever 21 too? I had some acid-washed purple jeans from F21 but I recently traded up to aubergine corduroys as a more grown-up solution. Check em' out!
Shirt: Zara, Cords: Blank NYC, Boots: Jeffrey Campbell "Climbers"
So we both share a love of purple pants. But this is not an isolated incident. On the very first episode, he wore a t-shirt that I wear all the time.
Ha! I love Gemma Correll, the illustrator behind this shirt. Her drawings and sense of humor are both so pitch-perfect. Plus, I love pugs. They are adorable little monsters.
I found the shirt in the men's section of Urban Outfitters back in the summer and bought it on a whim. "I couldn't resist," I told the tatted-up cashier as I handed him the t-shirt. "Whatever, lady," his rolled eyes seemed to say.
Happy Dec 1!
Did you have advent calendars growing up? I got one every year, and I hope I'll have one every year for all my years.
Every day, I looked forward to opening the little door to discover a reindeer or stocking-shaped piece of chocolate that tasted vaguely of cardboard, but no matter. This really gets you in the holiday spirit for the whole month.
My mom called me a few days ago, right before my parents' big vacation to Hawaii. "Oh, I meant to tell you," she said. "I bought advent calendars for you guys, but then I forgot to give them to you and since I won't see you for awhile, I gave them to the neighborhood kids."
Well, shoot. I love stories where people tell me about the gifts they got me and then subsequently gave away. I guess the kids in the neighborhood were happy, but this 27-year-old needs an advent calendar, dangit!
I had to buy my own at CVS yesterday. Right in the nick of time!
Tunes Tuesday: "A Case of You," James Blake covering Joni Mitchell
Recently heard this cover from dubstep star James Blake, singing one of my favorite songs of all time. Is it possible to love something that always makes you want to cry? The lyrics are a marvel
"Just before our love got lost, you said,
I am as constant as a Northern star,
And I said, constant in the darkness,
Where's that at?
If you want me I'll be in the bar"
And it only gets better from there.
Thankgiving 2011: Spatchcock Edition
First things first: someone bought my rug on eBay! It's headed to Brooklyn, which is good. People in Brooklyn will understand the cookie monster rug.
Now that that's out of the way, how was your Thanksgiving?
My chef extraordinaire brother Dan spatchcocked our turkey. That involves removing the spine so the turkey lays flat and cooks more evenly. Norman Rockwell, it ain't. But it turned out perfectly.
All week, my mom talked about cooking for 8 people, since my French nana, my boyfriend Joe and my roommate Christine were all nice enough to join us for dinner. Eight people, sure. Mom set the table and we all sat down and Dad said the prayer. Then Nana looked across the table and said, "Who is that chair for?" Sure enough, we miscounted and there was an empty tablesetting for no one, right in the middle of the table. I'll pretend it's for the memory of dear, departed Hunter.
Everything was beyond delicious. But good gravy, why did I eat so much? It's a horrible feeling after you've cleaned your plate and polished off the last piece of turkey. I always forget that feeling. You can barely move, and yet a pie and a cheesecake await. Of course you will eat them. As an American, it's your civic duty.
There's everyday, normal "full, couldn't eat another thing," then there is "Thanksgiving full." It's off the charts. At least this only happens once a year.
I didn't shop on Friday. Not my scene. When shoppers are pepper-spraying one another to get an advantage on buying Xboxes, something is severely out of whack. What did I do? Took advantage of a freak 60 degree day and played tennis outside with Joe, which is free.
Check out the photos from our trip to Annapolis with Tiffany and Jon on Saturday. Even the boats are decked out for the holidays.
But wait, what's that?
There's a cat as first mate!
Color Scheme: Orange, Blue, Hot Pink
This was the color scheme of my living room in my last apartment. I learned in my interior design class that blue is a complementary color for orange, a nice resting place for the eye. I took that to heart. But now I think it is time for a change. Thus, I am selling the blue flotaki rug that you see pictured here. Check out the eBay listing! I used my most persuasive marketing writing, as you'll see. Bidding starts at the low, low, price of 10 bucks. You'd be a fool to walk away from this one.
