smoke drifting to ceilings and tears falling to the floor

I used to listen to this album ALL THE TIME. Over and over and over again. I'd listen to it on sunny mornings when it seemed that the world couldn't be any though everything I touched would turn to fresh strawberries and rivers.

And I listened to it on heavy, wet evenings... alone on the couch, bawling my 20-year-old eyes out, reveling in my discovery of heartbreak.

light through my window

Again, old news to many. But this is a good song. I can't embed the video. You should listen to it on capable speakers, though really that goes without saying for all music, don't you think?


Merkley??? - (j'adore)

Never one to be ahead of the times, I have just discovered this SF-based artist named Merkley???. His aesthetic is straight out of my candy-coated dream world. A year ago this month, he released a book, 111???. It's a book of 111 (naked) women on couches - see the photos I've posted above, and you can see more of them on his Flickr account.

I am freaking out! How beautiful are these?? I love the psychedelic thread that counteracts the clean calculation of it all. The book was released at 111 Minna Gallery in SF on January 11 last year. Such decadent, wild saturation and symmetry. I'm gonna go check out the book.

(All photos via/copyright of Merkley???)

summers, open windows, loud stereos, bright sun

I found a t-shirt like this at the bins the other day. It fits perfect and is all broken in. Best nightshirt ever. Okay - I wore it for like 3 days straight - day and night. Finally old enough to represent my old school love of Bob Marley. Like major, super late nights, stoned and crying, world opening under my fingertips love. That was the moment. The beginning of now. The first drop of a world outside my own. (Remember?)

(Image via Stormyann, eBay)

warmest tummy award

Went to Biwa tonight for the first time. SO excellent. I had some yellowfin sashimi, gyoza, and their signature ramen. Everything was super tasty and felt really fresh. Plus we had warm sake which was exactly what I needed tonight. The whole interior was aglow; I met a magical little boy who remembered me from lifetimes ago; and my very fingertips seemed to illuminate with food and fire. Go there. It's good.


and from it, the flowers grew

My roommate's boyfriend brought me a big bag of powdered raw cacao from the raw & delicious Cafe Gratitude in SF as a thank-you gift for watching his dog. SO YUM. My favorite breakfast lately is this:
  1. Toast this French Meadow rye bread
  2. Slather with (you guessed it) raw/virgin coconut oil
  3. Sprinkle raw cacao powder on top and blend it in with the oil
  4. Add a tiny drizzle of raw agave
  5. Devour


turn the lights off, I can't see

Swimsuit season is coming soooooon! I can say this because I sell clothes, and so the springtime items are just about to bounce onto the shelves in full force. While I absolutely do not need anymore swimsuits, I kinda want a pair of these metallic zebra hot shorts to go with my leopard bikini top that Kristin found at the bins. Just sayin'.

(Image via American Apparel)

on Tuesday, the rain returns

Years and years ago, my mother gave me a cigar box full of old letters (and some photos) from her courtship era with my father. Or perhaps it was a heart-shaped velvet box that had once been used for chocolates. I remember holding the box in that moment; and after that it appears no where else in my memories nor in my waking life. It has vanished.

wraparound porches and badminton on the lawn

I used to have a dress like this. Only it was plain navy - no stripes. My boyfriend at the time had the hugest boner for this dress. As though it was dreadfully expensive, lacy lingerie. So funny.



Actually, I have my own personal prep boner, too. I've had it since I was tiny (maybe my own East coast blood?). At any rate, I have been totally dying forever for something like this blazer. Or just the classic navy/gold button one.


soft lights in a warm bed

Currently reading this fun collection of essays, edited by my the uber-rad Michelle Tea. I like it so far.

"The first step to thinking outside the box is to step outside it, and for most women that means claiming beauty, claiming ownership, and claiming personal freedom. The battle lines were drawn before any of us were born, and up until now we have not been able to sustain any kind of unified resistance. I can't guarantee you a safe and easy outcome if you fight, but I can promise I'll be standing next to you. If we have to go down, we might as well go down together and looking fucking fabulous."

-from Frances Varian's essay, "Lighten Up, It's Just Fashion: How to be a Gorgeous Revolutionary" (chapter 6, page 59 in It's So You)

she left a note but never called

F21 Sequined Bow Front Jumpsuit. So dope. If I could wear shorts rompers every day of my life, I would.

Definition of the day

Last night, a friend's mother called me to ask my opinion as to what defines a "pump" - in the shoe world. And ironically, not long before, her daughter had called me to ask what defines a "cocktail dress". Now, I am so honored to be the fashion lifeline for these fine ladies. However, while I feel certain that I can look at a dress or shoe and tell you whether or not it is a cocktail dress or a housedress, a pump or a wedge, a slingback or a gown, etc., I realized that I don't actually know the cultural definitions of either. This is the reason for this post.

Not surprisingly, a lot of other people are a bit shaky on the defining grounds for these as well. This is likely due to the fact that fashion is, while bound by rules, infinitely fluid and moving, varying by time, piece, era, culture, political climate, and so on. Regardless, here is what I will go by.

Wikipedia reports, "A cocktail dress or cocktail gown is a woman's dress worn at cocktail parties, and semi-formal occasions. The length of cocktail dresses varies depending on fashion and local custom. The length ranges from just above the knee to touching the ankle. When it is about 5 cm (2 inches) above the ankle it is called tea length and when it is almost touching the ankle it is called ballerina length, although ballerina length dresses usually fall into the evening gown category...By the 1980s a dress was considered to be cocktail less by where the hem fell, but more by the level of sumptuousness the garment attained."

My inclination is to define a cocktail dress based on length and materials - the materials lending to the overall formality of the garment.

As for pumps. What is a pump? On the phone last night, I was trying to define it as a somewhat formal shoe with a heel, though the heel could be any length. Seems that what I was missing is the fact that a pump does not have any straps. However, I think this could be argued against as well (see Christian Louboutin Lillian Triple Buckle Pump, pictured below). Surely there is some fashion bible that defines this, but I just have not accessed it yet.

(Photo of 1950's Dior Cocktail Dress via Memphis Vintage)


Expierimental salad rolls - success

Here's what I made for dinner tonight. Easy, fresh, yummy, healthy, etc., etc.,

Salad roll & filling:
  1. In a bowl, I piled very thinly sliced cabbage (red and green), carrots, and cucumber.
  2. On this, I drizzled olive oil, toasted sesame oil, Bragg's, rice vinegar, and a tiny bit of agave nectar.
  3. Mix this all up and let it sit.
  4. Meanwhile, I made some thin rice noodles, drained them, and added a little bit of the toasted sesame oil for flavor and seasoning.
  5. Then, wrap up a handful of noodles and a handful of cabbage mix (add parsley and/or mint for a more exotic kick) in a rice wrapper, and that's your roll.
For the sauce:
  1. In a small bowl, I melted raw coconut oil and cashew butter - about equal parts.
  2. Once melted and creamy, I added a splash of Bragg's, a squirt of agave nectar, and a bit of Sriracha hot sauce.
  3. Done! Dip!

Note: I have one of these for the very thin slicing. This was a gift long ago when I was married, and is still one of my absolute favorite things that I got in the divorce!

haircut baby

This post is for my mama. (Cute baby-GQ haircut from Bishops Barbershop, PDX).

all the things we could do in my old VW


and they danced by the light of the moon

I bought these today because my absolutely favorite Capezio cowboy boots just died the other day. (Massive ripping at the ankle). These are from eBay, so I've not seen them in person yet. It's always risky trying to replace a pair of well-loved shoes or boots, but we'll see how it goes. The worst thing will be if I find an even better pair at the bins or something. Ah, the eternal struggle of the ultimate bargain-huntress.

tiny birds, full hearts

Bought some postcards from (local company) Paper Milk yesterday. I'd never heard of them before, but I found some of their stuff at Butterscotch, a gift/stationery boutique on NE 28th. Very, very cute art. I'm enamored. Please check it out.

the best part of the donut

Asher got his haircut at Bishops yesterday (so cute. pics soon, I promise). And we cruised the little "Restaurant Row" strip for a bit afterwards, since we were right there. I promised him ice cream if he was good during his haircut (he was) and so we went to Staccato Gelato. I finally got to try their much-talked-about homemade donut holes which were (as expected) divine. Highly recommended. They also have free wi-fi and are super kid friendly, with an excellent toy corner.



Okay, even though I would really, truly consider myself fairly well-read and literate, I really did NOT enjoy Shakespeare in high school. In fact, I hated it so much that I wouldn't even really try it again. Done and done. But I must admit, even through the thick hedges of lost, ancient English, the desperate and destined love of Romeo and Juliet managed to touch my heart. My hot, 16-year-old, hopelessly hopeful heart. And for that I am grateful.

(And obviously Leonardo helped it really hit home for me, too.)

Mood: Super crazy star-kissed love affair

Top things I always lose

  1. Scissors
  2. Rolling papers
  3. Hairbands
  4. Keys
  5. Purse

how about you?


definition of the day


A daydream is a visionary fantasy experienced while awake, especially one of happy, pleasant thoughts, hopes or ambitions. There are so many different types of daydreaming that there is still no consensus definition amongst psychologists. While daydreams may include fantasies about future scenarios or plans, reminiscences about past experiences, or vivid dream-like images, they are often connected with some type of emotion.

(via Wikipedia)

breakfast essentials

Black tea & honey. (Or sweetener of your choice). Best results with PG Tips and half & half.

in a faraway land

I'm back from California. I didn't take any pictures. Weekend in a nutshell: sun on my face, blankets in the grass, clear creeks and late dinners, soft sheets and cat naps.

(image via this skull & crossbones weblog)


Winkin, Blinkin, and Nod

I loved this poem so much as a child. It still holds the magic.

Over the hills and through the woods

Isn't it interesting, our generation's propensity to shorten as many things as possible into mini-words and acronyms? It's clearly somewhat influenced by the internet, but I think it goes beyond that. I mean, I was doing it long before I owned a laptop or even used the internet, really. I suppose it's simply a part of linguistic evolution. I like it.

hearts - ellemoss

Still loving this girl's work. Also trying to stop looking on Etsy and do some actual work!

(All images via ellemoss, check her out for even more deliciousness).


Going to California tomorrow. California always makes me feel so good, like I've found something I had once loved and nearly forgotten.

where is my eyliner??

This is my favorite eyeliner. Dr. Hauschka. It's organic/holistic, goes on smooth, and doesn't hurt since it's chemical-free (it comes off without a fight, too). Seriously, those Germans have the best skin care products.

Oh, but my main point was that I can't find it!! I need it!!


fresh squeeze

My three favorite citrus: meyer lemon, texas red grapefruit, satsuma mandarin

oh, little elephant

Made these little elephant earrings the other day. Pretty cute. Cuter in person. The elephant bead is really adorable.

birds of a feather

Anyone who knows me knows I love feather earrings. I have about 6 pairs and could use about 16 more. Look at these killer feather hoops from Captured Imagination on Etsy (only $18!). And wouldn't you know it? She's a Portlander.

I have also seen some pretty over-the-top feather earrings at Gypsy Chic boutique on Mississippi St., and House of Vintage on SE Hawthorne (where we have Tiger Shop) also carries some local feather earrings that are simple but pretty.

Also check out Kiyumi Jewelry on Etsy. These are incredible feather/metal fusion earrings made by two local ladies, one of whom recently moved to sunnier California. But their work is breathtaking. Pictured below is their Aphrodite earring, $160.

(Images via Captured Imagination and Kiyumi Jewelry on Etsy - links provided above)

Easy, healthy, delicious soup

Tonight I was so hungry I could have died. I needed a quick but sustainable dinner asap. So, here's what I did:

  • Boiled some water in a pot and added some Mellow White Miso Paste.
  • Chopped some garlic and grated some ginger, and tossed those in the pot.
  • Added a bundle of bean thread noodles (they soften almost instantly).
  • Then I added about a teaspoon of unrefined coconut oil, a pinch of cayenne pepper, a splash of Bragg's, and a squeeze of lemon.
  • Finally, I chopped some rainbow chard into small pieces, put the pieces in a bowl, and poured the soup on top.


(Image via the ever-adorable Ann Taintor)


Rip it off

I have to say that without a doubt, Heidi is the best waxer in Portland. Technically speaking, she's perfect, and the ambiance and setup of her spa is simply divine. It's spacious and comfortable, there's always wine in your hand, and plenty of gossip magazines to fill the time if you have to wait. Plus she sells yummy skin products and also a nice selection of local jewelry.

She has amazing prices! And she's so fun to be around that I always leave feeling rejuvenated, even though my skin is smarting from the abrupt departure of hair. She does a killer bikini wax (efficient and the right pace) - Brazilian, French, whatever. She's good. I've been getting waxed since I was 16, so I know good when I get it.

Go see her at Ethereal Spa on NE 28th in Portland, OR.

(p.s. She is kid friendly. Truly, honestly, amazingly kid-friendly. It is hard enough finding a kid-friendly restaurant sometimes, so a kid-friendly waxer/beauty spa is worth its weight in gold).


Ooooh, look at my beautiful flowers. Love them.