Wednesday, July 14, 2010

To Kill a Mockingbird Turns 50

Did y'all see the piece on Haper Lee on CBS Sunday Morning? If not, I will summarize it by saying she's an 84-year-old recluse, and her voice = party. Jazzy, I guess you could say. Like if Ethel Merman recorded a duet with my high school English teacher, Ms. Tracey, and they autotuned it. I wish I had been paying more attention, both in high school English and during the Harper Lee piece... but I was knitting lace at the time and was trying to fix a shit ton of mistakes I'd made (and in high school I was probably folding notes/applying lip gloss/covertly chewing gum/staring at guys).

Harper is the #1 girls' name for babies this year, I've heard. Harper is also the name of my God-dog, who happens to share my birthday. Big ups, Harpeee Delano!



Also also -- To Kill a Mockingbird reached its 50th publication anniversary on Sunday the 11th. So to celebrate, I wasted a ton of time on Polyvore:




P.S., I want that dress so bad. I will not buy it. I will not buy it.

Monday, July 12, 2010

Flashback: Coloring

For the past couple of weeks, I've been having this nostalgic urge to grip crayons in my hand, smell the smell of melting wax, and get my color on. A few weeks back I emailed my roomie:

I am on a quest for a coloring book. I'm thinking 64 crayons isn't even enough colors for my level of aptitude.

She asked if I was "stroking out," but then when I finally hit the grocery store and bought a coloring book/96 crayons (with the sharpener in back), and sat down at the table to get my color on, who dropped everything they were doing to join in?

Yup.

Coloring encourages long rambling mindless stories, so she started talking about how there was this 22-year-old girl at the hospital (my roomie's a cardiac unit nurse) who was addicted to intravenous drugs. Without getting into the details (see, I'm not coloring right now, so brevity is the move) the story ended with, "what was the point? Oh, right... she brought in all these coloring books with her to the hospital."

What.

Also? Coloring gets kind of "mad boring." Like, as soon as I started a page, I wanted to quit and then start another. Apparently that is not a phase you grow out of.

Also? I really want that Gangsta Rap coloring book. I think Eazy-E's lip would make for some fun coloring/shading.

I'm seeing burnt sienna/apricot/mulberry/raw umber/???

Friday, July 9, 2010

Pat Yo' Weave...

That is all I could think of when I saw this. Go 'head girl.

Competitive Eating, You're Doing it Right


As I mentioned a few posts ago, I recently took a trip to Topsail Island in North Carolina. Five friends in 2 cars, and I opted to ride down with two stinky boys. Seven and a half hour car ride. Longest. Drive. Ever.

My friend Joe picked me up at 4:30 in the morning. I managed to spill half a can of soda in his car; this is a guy who keeps no napkins in his car because I'm sure he thinks they junk up his glove box. Also? I'm pretty sure he could kick my ass.


I realize I look kind of like Zippy in that picture. About halfway into the trip, we stopped for breakfast. I sat next to my bff, Jane, where we proceeded to eat off each others' plates without asking, as we tend to do. So as we neared the end of the meal, Jane realized that I'd eaten a majority of her stewed apples. Those bitches were good, real good... the kind you only get at the most old-school of restaurants. She held up an oversized chunk of apple on her fork and yelled, "thanks for saving me this uncooked LUMP!"

It made me laugh, because she expressed absolutely no interest in them through the whole meal. Then, she asked if I wanted to split a biscuit, so I agreed. I grabbed one since they were closest to me, and used a knife to cut it down the middle. Even Stevens. I put half on her plate. Jane looked at it and says, "I didn't want it halved that way!" with such desperation in her voice, I thought she might start kicking her legs under the table, slapping her hands on the table top, burst into tears and then melt down into the floor.

So I said back, in a crazed low voice, "you didn't think you were getting the top half of the biscuit, did you? Because if you did, you're insane."

Then I realized -- we were fighting over a biscuit.

I don't have any siblings, so I never experienced this kind of thing growing up. My dad had 7 siblings, so he was a master at competitive eating. My mom and I would eat leisurely while he actively piled his plate with meat, sides, and went for vegetables last -- space allowing. He would eat in that order, too. I always did (and still do) start with the vegetables, saving all the best stuff for last.

But when I'm around Jane... it awakens a sibling rivalry I never knew I had. We are brutal when it comes to food. And if she thinks she's going to get the salty, buttery, delicious top of any biscuit of mine, well... she better be prepared to throw down.

Thursday, July 8, 2010

On Co-Worker Weddings...

The season of co-worker weddings is among us. I have two in the coming months, and it reminded me of the last one I went to.



Yes that is my co-worker in the pink shirt. Can't lie, kind of looking forward to more of the same.

Tie-dye on the Brain

I pretty much have been lusting after tie-dye since I stumbled upon Shabd a few weeks ago. Not just because of this guy, either:



Want this (the shirt! But I wouldn't complain if the guy came with it):



I really wanted that Shabd scarf, but couldn't shell out the $$$... so I bought this "Playsilk Canopy" on Etsy for $32. So, it's a toy, for children, but I mean, it's got all of the same elements as the Shabd version -- 100% silk, hand-rolled edges, sweet hand-paint job, and it's bigger... 48"x72", compared to Shabd's 44"x44". And, I'm totally psyched that I'll be able to whip it off my neck at work, attach it to a stick, and do some mad swirling down the hallway. I think that will go over well.



Tie-dye is in full effect now. And -- and -- I like it. Some faves:

Ink Blossom halter dress, J. Crew, $189


Indio Scarf, Madewell, $42

Coincidentally, I picked up some Louisa Harding Grace Hand-dyed yarn on a trip to a yarn shop last month. I'm planning to turn it into some kind of necklace. Looks like tie-dye to me:

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Summer Splurge(s)

I just got back from a long weekend in North Carolina, full of cocktails, beaching, sun damage, laughing, and cooking. I wanted to blog about it, but for now, I'll leave you with my latest retail splurges -- there was nary a store in sight in tiny Topsail Island, NC -- yeah, yeah, justify it how you like.

Ray Ban Clubmasters! After spending a whole weekend wearing a pair of $6 blue wayfarers, I decided it was time to grow up. Oh well, at least I could wear those in the ocean. These are a different story:


Sperry Topsider Bahama, in Indigo Tie-Dye. I've been deliberating over whether or not I can pull off a pair of boat shoes. I decided to throw caution to the wind and go for the most obnoxious pair they sell.

If these get a lot of wear, I think I'd splurge on the leather version for fall:

My Dad will be so proud...