Yesterday I woke up with this song in my head. Today I cried in the train station, turned up my headphones, and listened to it at least seven times in a row. Sometimes I think that when I look back on my first year in New York, all I’ll remember is a series of moments where I’m crying while waiting for different types of transportation.
I know it’s winter, but I can still lust after this stuff. Juliette Hogan’s summer ‘10 collection is all about mixing sweetheart style with business chic. I love this ultra feminine take on traditionally straight-laced attire. As usual, she also includes lots of dreamy, floaty pieces in the collection that balance it out.
To create your own Ethereal Working Woman look, search for: dove greys and nude tones, pencil skirts, blazers, chiffon blouses and bohemian gowns.
Lately, I’ve completely fallen in love with decorating my apartment. Mostly, this involves small changes and improvements like getting around to buying frames and hanging prints, finally sending back that wrong sized duvet cover, etc. But there are a few big ideas I can’t seem to shake. Namely, the chaise lounge/fainting sofa in the bedroom idea, and just today I became obsessed with finding a faux fur rug for my bedroom floor. It needs to be white or cream, and I’m leaning toward a more nebulous shape than regular old circle or square. I can’t seem to find a photo that really illustrates the look I’m going for, but here are a few that come close (the second one is the best):
And then I realized that I’m basically trying to recreate the apartment in Miss Pettigrew Lives For a Day, and that is A-OK with me because it’s fucking fabulous.
“Nobody tells this to people who are beginners, I wish someone told me. All of us who do creative work, we get into it because we have good taste. But there is this gap. For the first couple years you make stuff, it’s just not that good. It’s trying to be good, it has potential, but it’s not. But your taste, the thing that got you into the game, is still killer. And your taste is why your work disappoints you. A lot of people never get past this phase, they quit. Most people I know who do interesting, creative work went through years of this. We know our work doesn’t have this special thing that we want it to have. We all go through this. And if you are just starting out or you are still in this phase, you gotta know its normal and the most important thing you can do is do a lot of work. Put yourself on a deadline so that every week you will finish one story. It is only by going through a volume of work that you will close that gap, and your work will be as good as your ambitions. And I took longer to figure out how to do this than anyone I’ve ever met. It’s gonna take awhile. It’s normal to take awhile. You’ve just gotta fight your way through.”—Ira Glass
I’m totally on a fancy business class train to Boston right now. I have a little computer desk and leather (?) seats. It’s crowded, but I’m not sitting next to anyone thanks to the old rummage through your bag on the seat trick. It’s the best. I’m in a “quiet car.” I feel like I should be wearing a tie. I’m embarrassed to eat my sandwich.
I’m sitting across from the only other person under 30. Our Mac laptops face each other, the glowing apples winking knowingly. I have a diet redbull because I went to sleep at 4:30 this morning. Everyone else has a bottled water and a blackberry. Too cool for this train, you guys.
I’m taking the train to Boston tomorrow, and then on to Maine on Saturday to pick up my mom’s new puppy (who she’s already referring to as my sister, and for whom she has already created a baby book). Dear god.
Meet Martha Jane:
The surprise is that we’ll also be taking home a BONUS PUPPY who we found out at the last minute didn’t have a family, did some asking around, and found her a home with my mom’s cousin’s daughter who will be living NEXT DOOR to my mom, so the two sisters will be able to play together all the time run on sentence ahhhhhhh
Meet the bonus puppy, Siena Rose:
I have wanted a dog for my entire life. Am I little disappointed that my mom decided to get one six months after I moved out for good? Sure. Am I thrilled to spend six hours in the backseat of a car with these puppies? Hell yes I am. There will definitely be a lot of peeing from excitement. And the dogs might not be able to hold back either.
“Sometimes even when you think you’re too smart or whatever, celebs are just like us. I worry about her representing America in other countries or “acting” or “singing” or staying in the public eye or dating anyone at all or trying to eat fried chicken in peace or god forbid reproducing or whatever, but if Jessica Simpson ever ran a campaign ad that said, “I am you,” I’d be like, “Ugh, you’re right, we both need so much help.”—luckypaperstars
I have just done something stupid and probably pointless and I have to be honest, some of you will be really offended. But I kept reading nerdshares talking about the National Novel Writing Month and since I’m a copycat, I signed up for it. Now, actual writers, please don’t cry. I swear I understand the difference and am not trying to make a mockery of your noble profession. But I just made it to my six month mark here and seeing as how I’m sort of stuck not knowing WTF is going on with my life or even where to begin to fix shit and I can’t find a job, I need a new goal to reach to make my pathetic adult ass feel not so worthless. Conveniently, I’m not really worried about skill or talent, and since they don’t actually even read the shit, I don’t have to care about being embarrassed or trying to play off my inability to punctuate as a stylistic choice. But in ninth grade we had to do a bucket list type thing and the only thing I remember putting on there is writing a book. And I’m pretty sure I’m too neurotic to actually do whatever else was on there. So we will attempt to do this and it will be shit. Total shit. But maybe it will make me feel better for like a day or something.
If you are still crying and/or offended keep in mind that I will not be updating at all, so you can forget about this nightmare (and also because I may just give up before November even starts). And it may mean I’ll be here less for a bit. And that’s something, right?
I’m thinking about doing this, too. I can’t believe how totally scared of the idea I am, but I completely relate to the blogger I quoted above. I, too, once claimed it was my goal to write. Ok, ok, I (half-jokingly) put my answer to my high school senior “Where will you be in ten years?” as “Writing the next great American novel.” Ahem. Pressure’s on?
“I’ve always wanted to have a big screaming match with some guy that I hate but am attracted to and then we stop screaming for a second, breathless, and I say
“Are you turned on right now, too?”
and then he says
“No! Are you fucking crazy in addition to being a complete bitch?”—
And… I just remembered my dream in which I was standing in a room with a naked Michael Caine and a naked Anthony Hopkins and I asked them to fight each other. They half laughed and sized each other up. I believe they were vying for my affections. I said “This is the best moment of my life.”
“Last night I went to bed really early, but because I have insomnia issues, I usually do games in my head. Recently I’ve been picking categories and mashing them with it gets better. Last night was tv shows, so Buffy the Vampire Slayer: it gets deader, Melrose Place: it gets Heather, My So Called Life: it gets whatever, and on and on. But then I started thinking about Family Ties and Tom Hanks and I started listing Tom Hanks roles like they were titles of Harry Potter books. Tom Hanks and the Maraschino Cherries, Tom Hanks and the Scaly Surprise, Tom Hanks and the Canine Drool. And then I fell asleep. Before I could even get to The Money Pit, which is an old school Tom Hanks favorite of mine. Anyway, I got like nine hours of sleep or something. Which is unheard of! I’d like to say that it helped and I’m refreshed and revitalized and full of something, but no. This is pretty much it.”—
Things I Did When I Got Home at 1 AM Last Night (This Morning?) Or: The Side Effects of Working Evenings
- Rearranged my bedroom furniture to make room for a couch I don’t have (and probably can’t afford) (it’s this one) (I want it).
- Created a Little Red Riding Hood costume (old standby) out of my clothes, and felt oddly smug that I already owned the following elements: ruffled white blouse, giant black belt, ruffled grey skirt, white thigh high socks, black platform mary janes, red bow headband, red dress that will work in lieu of a cape. Really, it’s the role I was born to play.
“Just got my hair straightening gel confused with my moisturizer and put it all over my face. Fridays, right? (Now that I’m a 9-5 gal, my new thing is to say, “Day of the week, right?” It goes over HUGE in elevators.)”—
“During the air ing of Mad Men, illustrator Dyna Moe creates a weekly desk top wall paper based on each episode. The scene below was a par tic u lar favorite of mine, at least from a visual perspective—the colors were gorgeous.”
I checked out the rest on her Flickr and they are fantastic! Obviously, the above is my favorite too. I relate to Betty Draper in her broken down polka dots and turquoise tufted headboard more than I can say.
“As I walked in the dark through the tunnels and tunnels of books, I could not help being overcome by a sense of sadness. I couldn’t help thinking that if I, by pure chance, had found a whole universe in a single unknown book, buried in that endless necropolis, tens of thousands more would remain unexplored, forgotten forever. I felt myself surrounded by millions of abandoned pages, by worlds and souls without an owner sinking in an ocean of darkness, while the world that throbbed outside the library seemed to be losing its memory, day after day, unknowingly, feeling all the wiser the more it forgot.”—The Shadow of the Wind, Carlos Ruiz Zafón (via monsterbeard)
“No one else may be worried about me, but I am worried about myself a lot of the time… Everything I have ever created my entire life: I want to smash it with two fists and steal back everything I have ever given away.”—
It has recently occurred to me that looking stylish these days is mostly about creating a neutral color palette (navy, cream, and khaki seem to work best) and then layering as many pieces as you possibly can before you cross over into bag lady territory (or after! whatever!). If you’re feeling underwhelmed by your outfit, try adding all of the below:
- a loose cardigan
- a chunky scarf
- a trench coat
- something in a neutral colored stripe
- leopard print wedges
Now look in the mirror. Do you look like you should be begging for change on the subway entrance steps, but in a hot way? Congratulations. You’ve achieved “style.”