Wednesday, January 22, 2014

dressed: big cozy sweater

at the thrift store i'm constantly searching for amazing sweaters. in order to fall into the "amazing" category, one must be soft, well made so that it hasn't shrunken or stretched into an awkward shape, and slightly slouchy. i often find that the men's section has the best offerings!


sweater, thrifted. plaid undershirt, thrifted. jeans, urban outfitters. doily socks, little girl's section of target. shoes, new balance.


Saturday, January 18, 2014

hot shit: a rant

this has popped up in my facebook feed at least 10 times in the past 24 hours. don't get me wrong, i see dumb little things on facebook every day and i hardly ever take them seriously or give them a second thought. this, though... for some reason this really gets to me. the idea that this puts out there is as follows: all women are pretty much full of "shit" that men have to deal with and eventually get sick of. when it comes to average looking women, it's super easy to understand how a man could quickly and easily be sick of them and their "shit". some women, though, have things like boob jobs, ultra hot bods and pretty faces.... and from the viewpoint of most men who see them in passing, it would seem almost impossible for a man to get sick of a woman like this when he can simply objectify the shit out of her and pay attention to only her physical features. BUT WAIT..... NEWSFLASH via this incredibly clever and informative meme! behind every woman, even one as sexy as the one pictured, there is a man who is sick of her "shit". it seems to me that the basic lesson the dudes posting this little gem are trying to impart is that no matter how nice a woman's tits are, eventually those will become old news and, just like all the other dudes with plain looking girls have had to do, her male companion will be forced to realize that the piece of meat, i mean, woman in question possesses a brain and a personality <----also known as "shit". in fact, as his relationship with her progresses she might even want to exchange ideas and tell him about her interests, opinions, likes and dislikes. if things start to get really serious, there might come a time when, in the event of a disagreement or something of the sort, she wants to solve the problem at hand by talking about it. at this time, the man in her life, in all his super perfect, red-blooded manliness will be massively sick of her shit. that is the point, right guys? maybe all the boys who've made this silly little thing go viral are just joking? not funny, just dumb. and most of all, embarrassing. why would you want any woman- your mother, your sister, your girlfriend, wife or friend, to see you perpetuating something so impolite? whether or not you intend to, you're kinda sorta aligning yourself with the type of men who think of women as objects- someone to fold their laundry, make them a sandwich and not talk back. and THAT is total shit.
 

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

dressed: palazzo pants party

just an afternoon jaunt featuring the widest pant legs ever, and the most gorgeous pair of vintage opalescent sunglasses!
"don't you just love this spotted dress??"

just kidding. they're a pant. so.. much... pant.

palazzo pant jumpsuit, thrifted. boots, zara. vintage glasses, a gift from a great friend.

Wednesday, January 8, 2014

dressed: errand day

running around town in stripes and blue jean cut offs on the day before the cold set in. i got a million things for soup making... so far we've had carrot and taco. next up: caldo gallego!
top: vintage. cutoffs: old cheap monday jeans made into shorts. shoes: chuck taylor.

Saturday, January 4, 2014

babes of yesterday: lewis thornton powell

lewis thornton powell a.k.a lewis payne/paine, or doc if you were among his closest pals, was without a doubt the dreamiest of the lincoln conspirators. he attempted unsuccessfully to assassinate william h. seward on april 14, 1865. as unbabely as the whole attempt on the secretary of state's life was... his face... those eyes.. that deeply furrowed brow that plucks at your heart strings as he sits in wrist irons, gazing fervently into the camera... phew! ok, moving on. keep in mind that lew had experienced much turmoil in the years just before he went all conspirator. he became a soldier at the ripe old age of 17, fought at gettysburg and was deeply stricken by the death of his brother in the battle of murfreesboro. he paid for his crimes dearly, too, when he was tried by a military tribunal and sentenced to die. on july 7, 1865, he fell from the gallows at fort mcnair and struggled for over 5 minutes before death came. ouch, doc.
aboard the monitor uss saugus. source.

shortly after his arrest, in the coat he wore when he attempted seward's assasination. source.

source.

and a colorized one, because good god. source.


Wednesday, January 1, 2014

2013:

i lounged in the park with the best dogs,

ate suppers outside with my love,

 got fancied up a time or two,

we enjoyed some of the finest locally grown vegetables,

saw many old films and a few new ones,

my friends and i looked like we were in a band,

i drank a lot of good beer with the greatest brother,

had many empanadas,

slept in sometimes,

did some painting with my best gals,

witnessed many sweet moments and felt the love,

said goodbye to the best grandpa and bravest man,

paid the goose hollar a couple of visits,

stopped off on the side of the road to check out some hotrods,

drank champagne with gorgeous girlfriends,

saw fleetwood mac with my mama,

raced cars,

learned to sew,

got tropical with my pals,

floated in pools,

drifted down rivers with best friends, 

had a few jolting experiences,

spent time in the sunshine with my boys,

swam in the ocean with my family,

and loved this guy every single day!