“better days are coming. they are called saturday and sunday.” // unknown

it’s like i’ve never tgif’d before.

there is so much with the TGIF today that i’m amazed i’m able to focus on getting any work done at all.

the week has been chock-o-block of too much to do, coupled with having had not even close to enough sleep, with the added bonus of needing to take, at minimum, three extra-strength advil per day. so, if you’re wondering where i’m at, i think it’s well and clear; it’s been that kind of week.

you’d know it from one swift glance, you’d be able to tell in a snap. my hair is flat, my nails are peeling, my eyes are bloodshot, and i’ve got about as much vim and vigor in my cheeks as a pile of waterlogged branches. things are not looking peachy around here.

but i can get through one more day, i can fake it until tomorrow, when at least then, i can stay in bed… until 7.30am?

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➝ source : little barn apothecary bamboo + fresh mint clearing mist via bibelot & token

➝ source : aqua glow water colour blush via stila

➝ source : ambient lighting palette via hourglass

➝ source : lip color shine in bare via tom ford


November 26, 2015

“life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans.”// a. saunders

i have declared 2016 be the year i finally get the method of my madness organized.

to be neat is one thing – i can be, i have the ability to be; but to be organized is an entirely different, yet orderly, beast. on the surface of things it can seem that efficiency is ease, all thunderbirds are go – and they are, i can get things done, on time, and with much dependability.


don’t you dare rifle through my drawers.

it’s a nightmare in there – you won’t find whatever it is you’re looking for, i definitely can’t – and you might lose your hand in there as well.

so, 2016. we’re getting systemized. we’re getting organized. join me?



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➝ source : basic planner via marjolein delhaas

➝ source : hobonichi techo via 1101

➝ source : blacklist 2016 diary via bibelot & token

➝ source : dotted b/w 2016 planner via kikki-k

“isn’t it awful that cold feet make for a cold imagination and that a pair of woolen socks induce good thoughts!” // f. grillparzer

as it approached 11pm the other night, (the hour that either propels me directly into bed, or compels me to throw caution to the wind and a solid 6 hours be damned); i hurriedly slipped into my dogged hightop vans, collared the dog – and out we went for a little business doing.

only when it was much too late to turn back – the odd 60/40/snow/rain mix was seeping into my unlaced trainers, mingling with now damp socks and increasingly frozen toes. the idiosyncrasies of winter sometimes catch me, and my feet, off guard. i’m forever concentrating on what’s on top, that i tend to leave what’s on the bottom out in the literal cold. it’s been years since i’ve worn appropriate footwear over the course of a winter – i have a feeling that i’ve cottoned on and in the nick of time – this time around.


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➝ source : urban hiker w/shearling via coach (coach?!)

➝ source : original quilted lace-ups via hunter

➝ source : bean boots, which, let’s be honest you won’t be able to get until sometime in 2019, via ll bean

➝ source : shearling-lined nubuck boots via miu miu (at $1700 they’re completely justifiable, right?)

“a wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. i think, i too, have known autumn too long.” // e.e. cummings

it feels as if as soon as the chill swept in, there was ushered in the sartorial equivalent of planting spring in cement.

i understand, it’s difficult to say goodbye, it’s hard to break course from sunshine and temps that keep us dressed in summer dresses and bare legs to nubby coats, woolen snoods that keep noses from icebergs, cashmere boy-shorts worn over cotton fleece tights, to socks over those, to mitts, to toques, to scarves, to… oh my.

i get it.

but think of the entrance you could make – layers for miles could unearth an eternal spring.

there’s no snow-cover, we’ve only had one day under 0°C, and most days are spent indoors. wear what you will; florals, bare legs, flats – no matter the weather, you can always wear something over/under.








➝ source : leather appliqué overcoat via delpozo

➝ source : embroidered check top via scanlon theodore

➝ source : fendi orchid print skirt via farfetch

➝ source : belgravia ballerinas via aquazzura


November 23, 2015

“i like nonfiction books about people with wretched lives.” // d. sedaris

i was once a voracious reader – the fatter the fiction, the better.

i was the girl that took all 1488 pages of vikram seth’s a suitable boy on a sun-shiny holiday – instead of sunning myself, i sat under the lushest palm i could find, to banish the tan i didn’t want, and to keep the sun out of my eyes so that i could read from the moment i had that first breakfast piña colada, to that last ruddy-cheeked moment in the breeze of the evening.

yet somewhere in the time between my late twenties and late – sorry, i lost my train of thought – i’ve become the unwilling bystander to the made-up, the far-fetched, to fantasy.

whether it’s having feet too firmly fit in earth to read about make-believe – non-fiction – essays, long-form articles, op-eds, memoirs and auto-and-solo-biographies are the only tales as of late that i have a taste, and time for. if it’s an allegory or fairy tale that i’m after, the closest i’m getting to that – is in the telling of histories of those who turned their imaginations inside out and into reality for themselves, and let everyone else around them be privy to their outcomes.










➝ source : hunger makes me a modern girl / by carrie brownstein

➝ source : an emergency in slow motion / the inner life of diane arbus by william todd schultz

➝ source : empress of fashion / by a.m. stuart

➝ source : the folded clock / by heidi julavits

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