We're coming into the home stretch kids. Time to buy, buy, buy before you board those buses and planes for your holiday homecomings. I have one more roundup of awesome stuff to spend the rest of your cash on. These are the things that I'm praying go on after-Christmas firesale, so I can blow my dough and head into 2010 all fancy-style.
I judge books by their covers. And this has an awesome one. Alas, it's out of print and only available used. Must be snatched up before it goes to that great publishing house in the sky ($59.43).
It's funny, because I do, indeed, take the biscuit. I would like to peruse my pretty Africa book, while sipping hazelnut coffee out of this baby. And then a plate of Arcade biscuits and gravy would be magically teleported from Memphis and I could die a happy person. Help my dream come true ($38 for the mug, teleportation extra).
I am a firm believer in the maxim that the best gifts are those that you'd never buy yourself. Like, say, graphic printed stirrup woolen thigh-highs...for $110. They're pricey but they're amazing, and how great would they look when I'm all cozy with my biscuit mug and my teleported Arcade breakfast and Elvis shows up to croon a little "In the Ghetto," while I contemplate my dire financial straits? I mean, a girl's gotta look her best in a situation like that.
So after Elvis and I finish breakfast, he invites his friend Dolly, who arrives in her magical butterfly tourbus to pour me a cup of ambition. We sit around and customize these necklaces ($85) with hot pink thread and then do a dance number with lots of hair flips and jazz hands.
Ok, ok. If I'm not gonna have Dolly and The King to guide me through the stormy months ahead, I'll have to stay calm and rely on myself. TCB and all that business. I think one of these yoga mats would help me keep things in perspective ($45).
What do you think kids? What's left of your holiday wishlists? Hmmm???
Usually when you get back in touch with a long-lost relative it's because someone needs a kidney. But today I get an email from Pops telling me about a cousin I haven't seen since, well, I can't remember. Turns out she lives in NY and is a designer. And she doesn't need a kidney. But I'd be willing to sell a kidney in order to buy, well, everything in her line, Keller. Check out these sweet cut-out oxfords and the subtle detailing on her fold-down boots (love the midnight blue leather inside). NY mag just did a great writeup about her fall line. Go Clarks.
The number one reason that I'm looking forward to funemployment is the prospect of getting to travel more. And one of my favorite parts of traveling is bringing back little things to incorporate into my apartment and/or wardrobe. However, I've always found it challenging while abroad to try to wrap my head around how a particular item would work in the context of my life in New York. Well, I recently found some serious inspiration when I stumbled across this apartment tour in TimeOut NY.
Travel photographer Jessica Antola's Carroll Gardens pad seamlessly integrates vintage furniture, modern textiles, and items from her frequent globetrotting. I love the collection of art above her fireplace, the pink wall (again with the pink!), and that dress! And I'm kicking myself for not buying those great Commie-figurines when I was in China (seems like they're easier to incorporate than the complete Mao tea-set I purchased). Lots of inspiration here for my upcoming apartment improvements!
One of my great funemployment goals is to spend some time gettin' down with my crafty self. I've had a number of DIY projects on the to-do list for, oh, 7-9 years. It's time, in the immortal words of The King, to start taking care of biznass. TCB kids, TCB.
One project on the docket is turning an ill-fitting vintage fur coat that I thrifted awhile back into a vest. And I just came across a great site for inspiration. Check it.
PS I Made This will teach you how to do everything from fashioning faux porcelain to spray-painting tees. I might just have to work my way through the entire blog!
Wow. Just daydreaming about business cards yesterday set me off on a full-fledged reinvention obsession. I have visions of office decorating dancing in my head. Parsons desks! Philipe Starck ghost chairs! New MacBooks! Hide your credit cards kiddies, I'm staring straight down the barrell of financial ruin.
Clearly I need to exercise some self control. So perhaps I should concentrate on just one or two little things to mark the start of my new freelance venture. Like stationery. Because what self-respecting writer would send thank you notes on anything but monogrammed 100 lb stock linen notecards?! I NEED these people.
Greetings friends, Yesterday marked my last outdoor concert of the summer (sad face) because I leave soon for my birthday roadtrip from Graceland to Dollywood (happy face!). I was a little lax with the picture taking yesterday mainly because the median age was approximately 14, and I started to feel dirty objectifying all those youngins. But these are the sacrifices that I make for you, dear readers. So without further ado, I give you Man Candy Monday: The jailbait edition.
Smooches, Nana Banana
Dear Zac Efron. Why stay with Vanessa when you could make like Ashton and lock down a cougar? Think about it (CALL ME!).
We know how she feels...
It's pictures like these that make me thankful for the lack of interwebs during my formative years.
Aw, they're so cute before they learn how to pose for fashion blogs.
But maybe I should pick on someone my own age. Why, hello! Don't worry dude, I'd be pissed if I had to wear a hat like that too.
What was that? You want to see more picture of Zac Effron?