All photos courtesy of Tory Williams
Styling: Brita Olsen Creative
All photos courtesy of Tory Williams
Styling: Brita Olsen Creative
image via True Life of a Southern Belle
The other night I had a dream that someone gave me a cute kitten in a box as a gift. Immediately I thought: "Oh no. I love this thing and now I won't be able to travel ever again." Luckily it was only a dream. I am finding it increasinly hard to reconcile my love of animals with my wanderlust nature, and the fact that I live in New York City. If you have been reading this blog long enough, you will remember that not long ago I had two very loveable and amazing pups of my own that were like children to me. It still feels strange when people ask if I have any pets to say simply answer "no." I have dogs in my heart, a heart that was literally broken in half when I lost them to heart disease and cancer. A few years ago I also lived with two cats, one of which had kittens making us a seven cat and one dog household. Yes, it was as hectic and hairy as it sounds. But I loved every minute of it. Watching the kittens try to curl up with my pitbull, and explore the apartment the day their eyes opened. It was heaven. I am the kind of girl who won't recoil at a full face puppy lick or a muddy paw shake at the dog park. I know that some day I will summon the courage to jump back in to the pet owner life, but meanwhile I am content to simply wave hello to every four legged cutie on my way to the airport.
Valentine's Day can be a loaded Holiday, If you are attached you have expectations of romance and candle-lit dinners that may or not be met. If you are single you feel left out of the all fun. Recently there has been an emerging trend of letting go of the traditional nature of Vday and simply celebrating the love in your life. Why not get your friends together for an indulgent brunch and clink glasses to "Galentines Day" that is girls only? Every girl needs an excuse to snack on a personal red velvet cake (gluten free by Lael Cakes!) and try her hand at some competitive bingo.The coffee cups are an easy DIY, just get some stickers printed with whatever inside joke your heart desires.
See the recipe below for this easy to make cocktail that combines strawberry sorbet with some festive bubbly. Toast your favorite ladies or sip it with your sweetheart!
Pom Berry fizz
1 scoop of strawberry sorbet
2 oz pomegranate juice
Top with 3 oz chilled champagne or prosecco
Watch it fizz and drink up!
Photography: Tory Williams
Styling and Event Design: Brita Olsen Creative
Cake: Lael Cakes
Calligraphy Sign and Menu: Rachel Carl
Heart garland: Glitter + Grain
Throughout the Superbowl yesterday I kept remembering that we had just lost one of the great talents of our generation. Film folk talked about about unfulfilled dreams of wanting to work with him, facebook friends celebrated his many quirky characters. Vice and Esquire published beautiful and poignant articles about the unknowable man. Read them here and here. It got me thinking about death and talent and the burden of genius. It seems like actors get used to giving so much of themselves that it becomes important to keep some things secret and personal. At the same time it is their job to expose with the deepest darkest parts of what it is to be human. Actors take on the hurt and pain and intensity of life and the good ones take it on in the most sincere of ways. I dont know what I'm getting at here, but I just want to express my gratitude to his talent and acknowledge the passing of a great artist gone too soon. Rest in peace.
Photo via Lincoln Schatz Tumblr| from New York Times Magazine
I have to say I have been somewhat conflicted about dusting off the whole blogging thing lately. It has been a great place to come and express myself but also kinda an embarrassment to call myself a blogger. I get really shy about it and cringe when I have to admit I have a blog. Since I began this blog in 2009, the whole thing has adopted such a stigma and while I really love it, I also have moments when I wonder "what is the point?" It basically functions as a place for my parents to see what I am up to, and for spammers to leave their exceeding long comments promoting watches or some such thing.
Then my friend Tory got jazzed up listening to a webinar by Brand Camp Blog and asked me "What is you favorite social media platform? Just put your energy into that." Instinctively I thought about my blog like it was a lover I had scorned. "I gotta get back to that" I always think. And then I never do. Instagram has become my dirty little affair that is just not checking all the boxes any more. Pinterest is my work buddy, twitter my crazy friend I hang out with mostly to talk about awards shows. But this is the place I like to come home to. Guess I should probably think about some renovations...
Now for a drink that spells R-E-F-R-E-S-H-I-N-G for the summer months. Plus it is easy peasy to make. Heres how you do it:
1. Cut up some watermelon peices.
2. Put in blender and blend to a pulp
3. Strain through a fine mesh seive
4. Pour juice into ice cube trays, freeze overnight
5. Return cubes to blender and mix until smooth
6. Add vodka and a squeeze of fresh lime and serve in chilled glasses.
My favorite envelope-pushing Monday night in fashion occurred this week and though I got so pumped when I realized the theme was "punk through the ages" I feared it may not produce the most elegant looks. That was an understatement. The red carpet was really not as fun as it had been in the past, so much bland black, and some people just looked plain gross and greasy. Before I share my favorites, let me just get something huge off my chest right away. WHERE THE HELL WAS KATE? I mean I know Kate Moss is kind of above it these days, and maybe she got a heads up from Gwyneth that the whole gala is a drag, but she was the one person that could show up and school everyone in the whole punk chic thing. Also Rihanna should have been there too, but seeing as its a big model night, Kate was noticably absent and the fashion blogs are suffering for it.
First up: WHAT I WOULD HAVE WORN
If I had an invite, I would have taken my partner-in-crime Elise who is the only pal I know that would even care about the whole dressing to theme thing as much as I do. And we already had it worked out. Since we dont have Beyonce status, we can't rock Beyonce trains that would necessitate a team of five to help us up the stairs. So we would err on the side of the "short fab frock" She in Erdem, Me in Matthew Williamson. Done and done. She: in some kind of wild eyeshadow and side sweep to the hair, I'm sure, Me: in black liner, red lips and rumbled bed head locks.
Ok back to reality. Sienna Miller and Cara Delevingne rocked it in Burberry. I never thought Kate Mara would be on my faves list and Diane Krueger would not, but I guess life is unpredictable. Also I think I have a major crush on Eddie Redmayne. He's got that effortless British elegance and boy-next- door thing going simoultaneously. Not to mention he had some well dressed ladies on his arm- Mamie and Zoe.
Who did you think was best dressed at Met Gala? I'd love to hear about your fantasy dress choice! Its very fun and a lot cheaper than actually attending!