Friday, May 23, 2014

Nap Guilt

Naps. Ain't nobody got time for that.

 Actually I do. However, I refuse myself the indulgence because of my guilt ridden nature. How could I just squander away the day by sleeping? By straight up taking off my pants and sleeping?! Nothing says 'I don't mean business' like taking off one's pants.
Or maybe it's the other way around.

  Either way, I could be taking photos, editing photos, blogging, hanging up clothes, working on my website, netwerkin', cleaning house, doing ten lunges, making to do lists etc. etc.. All these things I do in the day-to-day to propel myself closer to my career and life goals. If I consciously stop to sleep I am basically exclaiming to the universe "I'M NOT READY."

Really though all of that is bullshit, because I also squander precious moments of my life examining my flaws in the mirror, doodling on notepads, re-watching episodes of Mad Men and hate stalking people on instgram. So.........  

I should cut out that nonsense, huh? Maybe taking a little nap is more of a conscious decision to have some "me" time (with my two dogs, of course). Everyone else in this world loves naps including the 3 other members of my household (as evidenced in the above photograph).

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Jonny and Cairo on Pins and Needles

It's good to back in LA. With all the things: the dirt, the sunshine, awwwl dees skinny bitches, the hobos, the health nuts, the bullshit, the terrifying feeling we'll never make it coupled with the opportunity to make it big.......and hipsters. 

Jonny had his first art show in LA with his pal, Cairo, a few nights after we arrived. It was all the way in North Hollywood...which looks a lot like Hollywood, but newer and more northy. Because of it's northy-ness living costs are lower than LA proper making it particularly more young and hipster-y (particularly in the arts district). 

The show was a success! Jonny sold two pieces, but the gallery was literally PACKED with 90's vintage-clad 20-somethings. Not just a ditsy floral dress here or neon there, but FULL ON Clarissa Explains it All EVERYWHERE. Gals taking selfies, punks present solely for the free PBR. I was pumped at the huge turn out, but as the music got louder the crowd thickened and so did the warm, beer-breathy air. The room began to close in. 
I felt old. 
Why did I wear heels to an art show like a dick? 
This music's reeeal loud, y'all. 
It's 11pm.

I stepped outside. 

As I peered back through the gallery window at the impending hipster dance party, it made me happy and thankful and sad and nervous. I remembered when I was that age, and I was that pumped to be out and about watching my friends play music and do art. I was thankful they were all there with all of the fires in all their bellies. Then I remembered I'm almost 30. Then I was like, "those kids better not fuck up my husband's art". Official geezer. 

But I'm good with it. With age comes taste refined, truer friendships, a clearer understanding of the things that stay, better sex, and an appreciation for one's self and style.


Tuesday, January 7, 2014

Teal and Terracotta

Every item in this photograph was aquired at a thrift store with the exception of one piece: the jeans. The jeans that I purchased 2 months ago that already have a snag in the fabric. The jeans with the elastic that sticks me in random parts of my inner thigh. The jeans with the waist band that stretches out and makes me look like I have poopy pantz. The jeans that I bought because they were on super sale.

Ironically enough thrift shopping has taught me to appreciate finer things. Who would've thought a gal could learn to elevate her taste level in a place that smells like a mix between a dusty attic and a daycare? Year after year the closet purges pile onto one another and year after year the weakest link in my closet gets stronger and stronger. I'm talking literally strong…like the fabric unravels with less ease. Like my silk shirt from Thift Town is basically Sylvester Stallone in Rocky compared to that pilly-ass H&M cardigan I just tossed. So there. 

Just a little post to get me started again. Been gone a while. Life as usual. 

In other relevant fashion news: my husband is getting reeeeeeeally into jumpsuits. At first I was scared, but now it's making me feel happy things. 


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