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Let me begin with stating that I love, absolutely love buying presents for the incredible people in my life. However, when doing said shopping I have a problem with finding items that would be delightful gifts for myself. I usually cave and buy myself a few things but always feel shameful after doing so. The holidays should be shame free and full of love, charity and good will. This year I'm going to try to abstain from personal gift giving and focus on gifts for others. This incredible display at the Galleries Lafayette is in itself a gift to my eyes. Hopefully, this image and more like it will suffice my selfish cravings.

Hearty, cheesy warmth

During the warm summer months I tend to crave light, refreshing and crunchy salads for my lunchtime meal. During the cool fall months, however, my cravings are switched to warm, hearty and cheesy spoonfuls of satisfying soup. French onion and tomato basil are two of my favorites. What are some of your winter cravings??

I'm ready for my close up

In the past, the only requirements I had for a camera was that it could take a clear and focused picture. However, as the earth continues its circumnavigation around the sun and I begin to edge toward my 30s, my desire for an incredible camera has been growing each day. Soon I will find a justifiable reason to make such an outlandish purchase.

"Of course I need to be able to capture 9 frames per second. How else would I be able to study the mating habits of my neighbors across the street??"

My girl crush on Miranda July has just reached astronomical heights. Not only is she an insanely talented writer and director but she is also a remarkably talented artist. In a new photo series for Vice magazine she cast herself as extras from notably classic movies like Grease and Kramer vs. Kramer. Go here to enjoy the rest of the series. She has her own eccentric brand of quirkiness that I find so utterly endearing.

Spike Jonze's frequent design collaborator, Geoff McFetridge, has a line of wallpaper for Pottok Prints. Inevitably, I've fallen quickly and deeply in love with almost all of the designs. How cute would it be to have whales in your bathroom?? Especially if you had a spectacular egg-shaped tub like the one in photo.

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Whimsical Wednesday

Found this refreshingly whimsical watercolor by Kimberly Hennessey on another blog I love, aesthetics of joy, and was whisked away to a childhood memory of swing carousels, cotton candy and globular balloons. I miss the days when popsicles, bikerides and a few games of tag would be enough to have you asleep on the couch by 8:30pm, your mouth stained pink from the sugary goodness of those frozen treats. Now, after a 9 hour work day, 2 hour commute, a feeble attempt at exercising, dinner, and cleaning, I pass out on the couch in the same fashion, albeit minus the pink lined mouth. As a celebration of the end of summer, I'm going to get a few boxes of popsicles and fix up my wheel less bike so I can cruise around sucking on said popsicles and perhaps recreate this nostalgic memory of the past. Hopefully Joe won't find me passed out on the couch and think I've joined the People's Temple.

Hockey, pizza and a bottle of wine

After an epically fun weekend that began with a stylish haircut, sojourned with a Gator win and an admittedly surprisingly fun housewarming party, a lazy Sunday became a welcomed conclusion. I had forgotten how crazy fun college drinking games can be even when you lose and are forced to down a ginormous glass of warm beer. Having to nurse my hangovers a bit more tenderly than in college, Joe and I have taken it easy today, venturing out only for lunch, and will be indulging our monthly pizza binge this evening while watching some comedy classics. Hope everyone else had a great weekend!

Bikes and Busts

I've been eying these Frye Engineer boots since last winter and finally, with a friend's influence, was persuaded that I do, in fact, NEED them. To my delight they were waiting for me at the door when I came around the corner returning home from work. I'm wearing them right now actually. Bad ass motorcycle boots that will fully toughen up even the daintiest of summer dresses. To the right is a silk twill shirtdress with an utterly adorable doggie bust print from Anthropologie! A birthday present from the boyfriend!!! Although it's not quite fall yet, I'm already dreaming about pairing them with an oversize slouchy cardigan and light blue tights!

Stars in my eyes and frogs in my throat

Two weeks. 14 days. 1/2 a month. This is how long I've been sick. The demon that is my viral infection has been quietly retreating for the past few days but yet it still holds my throat and nose hostage. By now they've developed Stockholm Syndrome and are beginning to sympathize with their captor. And to think this all began when the smoke monster got off the island. Speaking of monsters, here is the ashy beast that caused my vicious illness as well as a few that haunted my dreams as a child:

Alliteration Action

Ecstatic. Elated. Euphoric. The three E's of my sheer and utter Excitement about seeing Fantastic Mr. Fox and Where the Wild Things Are. Wes Anderson and Spike Jonze. Need I say more? Both adapted from children's books, set into magical movie motion by two of my favorite film makers. How refreshing it is to finally have an alternative to the conglomerate children's books adaption series such as Harry Potter and the Twilight trilogy.
On October 1st there is an advanced screening of Where the Wild Things Are. Specifics yet to be announced but in attendance will be Spike Jonze and Dave Eggers, AND ME!

I've got a fat cat

Most mornings I dread hearing those first few notes from my selected ring tone, the one I find the least irritating but have come to passionately loathe nonetheless. The dread was a bit more potent today. When the churchy ding dongs began their digital morning dance I wanted to chuck the phone through the wall. It was take your cat to the vet day. Most normal pet owners probably do this without much chagrin. Me, however, being the daughter of a veterinarian, always end up leaving the clinic feeling like the worst cat mom on the planet. Today, Dr. Costin told me that Bella was overweight and she needed to be switched to prescription diet food. How did I let me child become chubby? To make matters worse Bella looked up at me with those big green eyes and I could tell she was thinking, "how can you humiliate me like this? you're the one who's supposed to be taking care of me and now some stranger is telling me I'm fat, poking needles in me and shoving things up my butt. thanks, mom." I'm sorry kitty. I've failed you.