New Kicks

Yep, I got the purple ones.  And now I am an All Star.

Take a Listen

Florence + the Machine 

Cosmic Love

Anthropologie

How lovely of a place is Anthropologie? 

I only wish I were able to visit their new store in London. 

Doesn't it look amazing?

I love the unabashed sense of style their stores always have.  Whether I purchase anything or not, I always feel inspired by their creativity and character.  Quite dreamy, I must say.

Photos from Anthropologie.

Around (blog) Town

I have been a bit 'under the weather' the past couple of days.  Other than drinking oodles of tea, pretending to do some work, and finishing a book in 2 days (Dear John - have you read it? Seen it? I am still trying to accept the ending.), I haven't accomplished a lot in the past 36 hours or so.  I have, however, found some neat little blog posts that are well worth sharing:

I adore these sweet wedding rings.

This is a cool little true story.

Oh my, that is a big pool.

Lovely little photo.

Friends doing something super cool in Namibia.

What an adorable little drawing.  And this one too.

It's edgy and it's pretty.

And to be a Kennedy.

Thank you, blogworld, for keeping me entertained as I keep my fingers crossed that these sneezes + coughs are just due to the pollen in the air. 
If that's the price I must pay for Spring to stick around, so be it.

Have Sun, Need Sand

It's sunny & nearly 60° here today, and it is so nice to see that big, bright thing in the sky again.  Days like this make me anxious for summer, although I am trying hard not to wish spring away.  How nice would a book + a beach be right now?

Photos taken July 2009 in Narragansett.

Excuse Me. . .Sir?

Should you be changing that lightbulb in the rain? 

"Be a thunderstorm. . .

be dangerous and unpredictable. . .

and make a lot of noise." 

-My Girl, 1991

*photo here

Happy Weekend!!

A Dream To Be Realized

How fabulous would it be to live in a bright + charming townhouse such as these?  I love the side streets they are nestled on, and the few steps leading to the front doors are oh-so-inviting.  The first is in Brooklyn, and the second is (obviously) in sunny San Francisco.  I think I would choose the bright blue Brooklyn, but SF does have that scooter waiting for me to ride away on it.  That, and a nice bay window to perch myself next to on warm afternoons.  Maybe I should just dream for both of them.  

Give me one of these over suburbia any day . . .

Donkeys in Ireland

Two years ago I got to spend St. Patrick's day in Dublin.  While a grand time was had by all, I think it's true that Americans celebrate the day moreso than the Irish.  In fact, the pubs we ended up at consisted mostly of Americans, clad in made-for-tourists Irish gear, and the only people with jolly Irish accents were the bartenders.  The Guinness did taste better though, and I got to experience my first (and last) shot of Jameson. 

I was more impressed by Ireland's vast countryside, the ancient castles, and the mastery of driving a van on the opposite side of the road + vehicle.  (As if driving a van wasn't enough of an adjustment.)  My sister feeding the donkeys is an accurate depiction of the silliness that ensued on our trip to Ireland, and now the holiday has become a bit nostalgic for me.  At the time, the trip didn't quite meet our expectations.  Looking back, I wouldn't have changed a second of it.  Sláinte!

I hope you all have a very happy St. Patrick's Day!

Monday, ahhh!

today's score

spend 1 : save 0

Rock Chalk, Bloggers.

It's Friday + it's March Madness.

Any basketball fans out there? 

Good luck to all your teams this weekend!

Rock Chalk Jayhawk

Go KU

Weezer, Not Bad.

I wouldn't say I am a diehard Weezer fan, but I can usually tap my foot to the beat of their songs, recognize Rivers Cuomo's voice on the radio, and sing along to at least part of the lyrics.  Their songs aren't groundbreaking or lifechanging, but they're fun. 

 So it's no surprise that I find their recent single, (If You're Wondering If I Want You To) I Want You To, to be a bit comical in its simplicity and youthful honesty.  It makes me smile a bit whenever I hear it.
Some lyrics:

The rest of the summer was the best we ever had

We watched Titanic,
and it didn’t make us sad

I took you to Best Buy
you took me home to meet your Mom and Dad
         

Your Mom cooked meatloaf
even though I don’t eat meat

I dug you so much,
I took some for the team

Your dad was silent, his eyes were fixed on what was on TV
                         

Then the conversation stopped, and
I looked down at the ring

Your folks were next to you
and you were right there next to me
     

Then I said go!

If you’re wondering if I want you, (I want you to)
I want you to (I want you to)

So make a move, (Make a move) ‘cos I ain’t got all night
                 

So much pain may come our way

There may come a day when we have nothing left to say

When the conversation stops,
and we’re facing our defeat

I’ll be next to you and

you’ll be right there next to me

            

It's simple, honest, non-emo, and kind of an adorable little song.  I mean, if you really like someone you eat meatloaf for them.  Who cares if an 18 year old could have written it?  He didn't.  It's catchy.  And it's sweet.  Case closed.

*River Cuomo found here

Making Monday a Little Less Mundane

with a few pieces of pretty.

umbrella

bloomers

DVF swimwear

balloons for a birthday girl

bradley cooper

Hey!

Guess what?  It's FRIDAY.

Guess what else?!  Sister 2 is in town until Sunday.

Guess what else??  It will be in the 50s this wknd!

"What else," you say?

Coco Before Chanel came in the Netflix mail yesterday.

The sun is shining.

Happy hour starts at 5.

I have a new sweater on my body.

My nail polish is chipping.

The coffee tastes good.

The song is appropriate.

The lip gloss is sparkly.

The hair day is terrible.

The day is grand.

Hey, happy Friday.

Spare Buttons

geetar.

Just an abandoned guitar case resting on the sidewalks of San Francisco.  

I think it has seen better days.