I’ve come to the point in my pregnancy (33 weeks!) where I no longer have the space in my stomach for a full meal. And if I over eat, look out. Which brings me to my plight two nights ago: I … Continue reading
I’m not all that into cycling, have a healthy fear of anything winged and firmly believe that Tom Selleck, Burt Reynolds and Ron Swanson are the only three people who can pull off a ‘stache (and one of those is fictional). But for some reason, I’m obsessed with things (mugs, stationary, clothing) with bikes, birds and mustaches on them.
I already have a pair like these, but I want this set:
I have a strict policy of not wearing white before or after Labor Day (I’m a grass stain waiting to happen). First fashion rule: Know thyself. But I still had to stop and admire these when I saw them the other day in one of my favorite local stores:
Fred Armisen and Carrie Brownstein wrote Portlandia’s “Put a Bird on It” sketch for me. I’m sad this sweater coat from Anthropologie is no longer available, but my savings are breathing a sigh of relief.
Do you have an ironic fashion obsession, or is it just me?
I have been coveting this cardigan for a couple of years now. Gone are the days of spending a car payment on an article of clothing. Arguably those days never should’ve existed, but there’s nothing like a well-made garment. Canadian company Preloved creates their clothing from vintage fabrics. Each piece is one-of-a-kind and tailored to a “T”.
One of my favorite Asheville boutiques had an online sale last week and lo and behold:
A Preloved sweater in my size and 50% off! If you missed their one-day online sale, but have also fallen prey to Preloved’s allure, they are having their own 50% off sale right now.
I loved my modern cateye frames until a certain pint-sized someone decided to “see something.” Apparently he wanted to see how far back he could pull the ear piece before it snapped. In case you’re wondering it wasn’t far.
While at the optician’s, I learned that color is huge with eyewear right now. I love the idea of blue, purple or red frames, but I’m only budgeted for one pair and I was afraid I wouldn’t be in the mood for such a bold statement piece… especially one that’s on my face.
So I chose these frames from Legre.
I love the distinctive tortoiseshell striations, and the red on the backside adds a splash of color without going overboard. Like Louboutins for the face:)
I didn’t get the anti-glare coating, which made taking a pic of myself in them quite challenging, but I gave it my best shot (pun intended):
When I told a friend how Jed broke my glasses for the second time, said friend urged me to get lasik. He said it changed his life. But I honestly don’t mind wearing contact lenses and glasses. In fact I rather fancy my eyewear. If I’m ever lost on a desert island I might feel otherwise, but as long as I’m civilized, I’ll stick with specs.
I would love to have several pairs and accessorize with them like jewelry. (Penelope Garcia from Criminal Minds is my eyewear icon.) If Jed can go more than a couple of years without breaking a pair then perhaps I can slowly create a collection.
What kind of glasses do you wear?
I’ve long since outgrown my Lily Pulitzers and Lacoste shirt obsession. (Literally outgrew those dresses. I will never be a size 4 again. Ever.) But fall in the South will always make me long for tailgating—I love a bow tie … Continue reading
After six years, I’ve reconnected with two long lost friends.
Before we flew out of Atlanta for our trip, we had to drop Jed off in Charlotte at his grandparents’ house. A two-hour detour, but well worth it to know he was in trusted, loving hands who may or may not buy him a pony before we returned.
Dave was upstairs rummaging through some things we’d stored there years ago and came back downstairs with these:
I thought the sock monster in the dryer had moved on to larger prey and two of my favorite tees had become its dinner. I knew I hadn’t thrown them away… who would toss an inside-out Cookie Monster t-shirt with “SJP Rules” ironed on the front? Honestly, I don’t understand the artistic statement of Cookie, but I couldn’t resist the SJP when I saw it (after all she does rule). And the McD’s tee, well, that’s a vintage original circa early 80s I found at a store in Colorado. Do you remember birthday parties at McDonald’s? With the paper hats and everything?
As a true jeans/skirt and t-shirt gal, I’m just so excited to have them back in my life (and wardrobe) that I had to share.
Do you have an absolute favorite t-shirt? What does it say? What does it look like?
I don’t understand people who don’t like their birthdays. What’s not to like? You’re getting a year older. Big deal. Actually, it is a big deal but not the “one year closer to death” fest most people make it out to be. You shouldn’t lament your age, you should celebrate it. Most of us (including myself) know too many people who weren’t fortunate enough to get older. So lighten up, and live it up!
I love my birthday. I always have. I don’t go as far as taking off from work, and I don’t really get off on throwing parties for myself (I love it, but don’t expect others to love it as much as I do), but I usually take at least part of the day to treat myself to a pedicure, a fun lunch and do something special with my family (those I can force guiltlessly to share the love). I’m also a gift whore. Being rather particular, family members usually opt for the DIY route when it comes to presents. My parents are “getting” me this necklace from Smart Glass Jewelry. It’s from the Eco Meets Edge line, with a bronze chain (easier to maintain than sterling silver) and the circle’s made from white wine bottles. Mom and Dad have such good taste:)
Not sure what the hubs has in store for me. I think he’s out on the hunt right now. He’s not allowed to just hand me a check (that was written in our ketubah), so the pressure is on!
Tomorrow, I turn 33. (You will not see this on my Facebook page. Facebook birthdays are one of my social media pet peeves.) It’s not a monumental age. At 18, I could vote. At 21, I could drink. At 25, I could rent a car.
But, a recent survey showed that 33 is the happiest age (someone tell that to Jesus). According to the British website, Friends United, 70 percent of people over 40 chose 33 as their happiest year. I’m not sure why this is, but I look forward to finding out!
A bad migraine cycle has kept me from my blog as of recent, so I’m using this post to catch you up to speed on what’s been going on in between burdensome headaches and, let’s face it, a lot of self-pity.
First, the Diva Night Fashion Show. The first headache of my cycle hit me hard and fast right before I was supposed to walk the runway. The good news: my head hurt so much that the pain did not leave room for being nervous. The bad news: I had to wear this hat:
There weren’t any casualties, although there was an incident before the show when I practiced one of my “moves”, slinging a bag over my shoulder and hit another model in the face. The best news: We raised $1,300 for Girls on the Run of Western North Carolina!
Over the weekend, Jed and I planted sunflower seeds in a garden box on our back deck. We chose sunflowers because of their short germination period and apparently they are hard to mess up so kids don’t get disappointed. (Mind you, hard doesn’t mean impossible.) We got him his own gardening tools from Lowes:
I made the mistake of leaving him alone for 30 seconds while I filled the watering can. I don’t think he dug up all the seeds, but only time will tell. We might just be watering soil everyday. But he loves his gloves and shovel (kneel pad was sacrificed off the side of the deck as an offering to the poison ivy gods) and can’t wait to help us start the vegetable and herb gardens out front.
The other night, I came to the conclusion that whole wheat rotini is to pasta what sorbet is to dessert. You can wrap it up in pretty, recyclable, biodegradable packaging, put it on sale at Whole Foods, twirl it on a fork toward my mouth like an airplane. I don’t care how healthy it is, I’m not biting. Literally.
And finally, I was totally bummed that I missed Girl Scout cookie season. I only saw one card table set up with 3rd graders in green berets peddling their wares and I was out of cash. But yesterday in the frozen food section, I discovered this:
I don’t know what I’m more excited about — Edy’s Girl Scouts Thin Mint Cookie ice cream, or my new purple peekaboo highlights!
The purple is way more subtle than the blue peekaboo highlights I had before, but still brings the funk. I’m lovin’ it!
There’s a store in Asheville that’s been on my “must” list to check out for some time now called ScreenDoor. With more than 25,000 square-feet of furnishings, decor, hardware, clothing and accessories for you, your home and garden, it’s not the most kid-friendly shopping locale. So I waited until my parents were visiting and Jed was in school. That way I had someone along with me to elbow and scream, “Oh my God! Look at this!” but not someone at which to yell, “Don’t touch that!”
I’m definitely putting it on my list of places to take friends and visitors. Even if you’re not in the market to buy something, the store is full of decorating ideas for repurposing, reusing and upcycling. And you never know what you might leave with. I didn’t walk in there looking for a metal roller skate to go on a shelf in our upstairs alcove, and yet…
I also got this jacket for $18! I just LOVE the color and the stitching.
No, Dad, it’s not real leather. (He asked. Thrice.) It’s vinyl and it’s from KMart with a circa 1970s “Satisfaction Always” on the tag. Upon seeing and touching it, Dave remarked he always wanted to know what it was like to hug the seat of a Gran Torino. I say he’s lucky to have a wife who gets stoked by a new-to-her plastic coat!
I wish I’d taken a picture of my most favorite thing I saw. Right when we walked in, there was a pair of ambulance stretchers repurposed as chaise lounges with a matching stretcher repurposed as a coffee table. (For the table, they had used the base of the stretcher and topped it with glass… SO clever). They were all sold and the price tags were torn off so I have no idea what they went for, but not only were they great conversation pieces, they actually looked chic!
I also found some wooden textile spools that I’m going to go back and buy this weekend. I plan on turning them into a coat rack. If it goes well, I might start making them and selling them as a side business! I came up with the idea myself, but upon Googling, it turns out I’m not original. However, I do have the resources and know-how to do it well and for less than I’ve seen them on other websites. So when I do it and if you like what you see, let me know! I will happily take your order:)
I haven’t been in a fashion show since I was four, when I did one with my mom for charity. I’m pretty sure it involved an 80s pantsuit for me and a lot of blue eyeshadow and big hair for my mother. But this one promises to be a lot more up my alley. I had my fitting yesterday, and I get to sport about seven different looks including hiking, running, yoga, and a couple of very covetable day dresses.
I’m kinda nervous as I’ve never been much for being on stage in front of others. I’m just thankful that none of my looks require heels… the beauty of a fashion show for the outdoors industry!
If you live in the Asheville area, you should come check it out. There’s going to be live music, local food, and 20% off your store purchase for the evening. All for just five dollars and for a great cause! Plus there’s the chance you’ll get to see me face plant on the runway. Priceless.
Get the Diva Night details on Diamond Brand’s Facebook page.