#nowplaying Silver Jews Pandora Radio
Day after Christmas: Marked in my youth by immense sadness that another 12/25 was 364 days away- marked today by great joy that I have the day off work and can recoup alone post-travel/time change/lack of solid sleep. I started the day as I do seemingly every Dec. 26th with “Brick” by Ben Folds stuck in my head [“6 am, day after Christmas, I throw some clothes on in the dark..”]. Surely I’m not the only person that happens to, right? However you find yourself on this day, I hope that you and yours had a very merry whatever you celebrate/are still celebrating.
I took a bit of an Interwebz hiatus as indicated by my lack of posts. I have December off from NN commitments and it has been nice, but also… odd. I miss it and am curious to learn what changes await from them in 2012. I’ve struggled to put a name on the identity we create for ourselves on the world wide web (e-dentity? web-self? robot?) but whatever you want to call the online persona constructed to represent yourself – the tweets that come via your smartphone, the blog you update sporadically, the Instagram photos you edit & upload [guilty] – can become quite overwhelming for me in tough times. Strangely, it is this detached, often embellished representation of myself that I most immediately want to pull away from when I am feeling down. But “hide mode” is no good long-term and I’m feeling better so, without further #whitegirlproblems, a project!
Gratitude Box: Crafty project 2K11 [yes, there was only one…]
There are many reasons why I don’t consider myself to be “crafty. Mainly, not wanting to spend the money on such endeavors is usually reason number one. But I’m learning from all my friends on my Google Reeder that this is a silly excuse and that many projects detailed by impossibly adorable bloggettes use found objects or items that can be bought on the cheap at second-hand &/or antique stores. Lack of space was another big hindrance for me whilst living with roommates and in a studio apartment. I hated the feeling of immediately having to clean up a project even if I wasn’t finished; now that I have more space to spread out, this is also a lousy excuse. So for those keeping count, I’m 0-2 in valid reasons against my desire to be crafty. Enough!
I found this project via one of the aforementioned adorable blogs, Design*Sponge and you can view the entire DIY post here, titled “Vintage Postcard Calendar Journal.” It was suggested as a gift idea for the holidays and I sent it to my mom expressing my delight at the simple yet stylish way of recording events of the day. Since I journal so gosh darn much anyway, I thought if I in fact followed through on attempting this project, I’d make the purpose very specific. Thus, the idea of a Gratitude Box where each day I’d write a word, phrase, or short sentence expressing thanks. Each card has multiple lines, so the idea is to keep the box for years, making reflecting on life’s joys easy and organized.
A few snaps of our assemblage from antique store to counter top:
I hope the simplicity and ease of this project is enough to encourage me to try more, as I really enjoyed putting everything together and doing it alongside an enthusiastic pal [hi, mom!]. So many projects are adaptable to your needs and desires; make this as a gift, keep it for yourself, write down whatever you want to on the lines, it’s totally up to you!
#nowplaying “Six Months in a Leaky Boat” mix via Miss Moss
I’ve written before about my love for the blog Miss Moss; little did I know then that in addition to posting dreamy artwork and lovely garments, MM also shares personally assembled playlists with her blog reeders. Most feature songs and artists I’m already familiar with, but she arranges them in a most audibly delicious way.. AND she has also introduced me to a lot of new/new-to-me tunes [like this haunting Gotye tune]. This particular mix includes Pink Floyd, Van Morrison, and Fleetwood Mac- hope you enjoy as much as I do!
****oh and even more awesome, all past mixes are available for download here****
‘Tis the season for getting & giving gifts. Seemingly every website, blog, and/or magazine has compiled their own version of a “gift guide” to help the clueless navigate the big bad world of retail. I rarely find such advice helpful, mostly because the suggestions are often way out of my price range. The best gifts are spontaneously found, thoughtfully considered, and as unique as the recipient.
I was out shopping this past weekend with my friend Lauren and we popped into Magpie, a mutual favorite downtown vintage shop, on the hunt for something sparkly for our respective workplace holiday parties. Of course, our focus quickly diverted and I found this great winter dress from the 1960s. It can be difficult to find dresses warm enough to wear in the cold months without piling cardigans and scarves on top. A cozy, long-sleeved dress is a score, and a vintage one that fits (!) is gold.
The quality of this photo sucks balls – sorry, iPoseCity – but it’s the best I can do until I net enough profit to hire a live-in servant to take my blog photos for me. The top is argyle with the sweetest asymetrical collar in the same cream color of the cuffs. The black skirt is A-line and has POCKETS. Black tights, yellow heels, gold locket: time to scoot to Sterling Cooper Draper Price….er……work.
Lauren found a saucy Fendi sweater from the 80s and we waltzed triumphantly to the counter with our finds. As I dug for my wallet, she grabbed my dress and proceeded to buy it for me as a Christmas present. I resisted at first, but she won and I relented in shock and joy. Not that she wouldn’t be the type to do such a thing – don’t get me wrong – it was just such perfect timing and totally spontaneous. The perfect gift. I am grateful.
I guess what I’m trying to convey is that gift giving doesn’t need to be a big hubabuloo with last-minute panic and crinkled gift guides torn from whatever magazine. Seek out and seize the opportunities that arise everyday to treat the ones you love with a spur-of-the-moment treat. If you’re anything like me it’ll mean more than any pre-packaged, Oprah endorsed tchotchke. Plus, wrapping paper is a waste of time/environmental resources anyway.
Happy Holiday Shopping!
Awards Season aside of course, I’m talkin’ ’bout THE HOLIDAZE!
Living alone and far from family can at times diminish the spirit of the season, especially since I don’t decorate for such occasions. Today, I bought some cinnamon-scented pine cones at the grocery store; I walked in and was overwhelmed by their aroma in the entryway and decided to buy a bag to make #6 smell festive.
I scattered a few throughout my space and then hung the rest like you see above from a cabinet. I know myself enough to realize I’m probably never going to go “all out” with any sort of decor, so I figured a small effort would increase the holiday cheer in my cozy corner of the Rose City.
I’m heading north to Seattle for Thanksgiving later this week and I cannot wait. I haven’t had time off since my trip to Indy in July and having worked at “attractions” for the last four years, I’ve never had a true Thanksgiving weekend off work. Mega pumped!
If you’re out and about on Black Friday in Portland, do check out this awesome effort by local businesses called Little Boxes. This promotion has spread like wildfire throughout town, with some major small biz favorites coming together to offer discounts and prizes for putting yo’ bucks back into the local economy on what is traditionally a huge retail day for malls and corporations. Bummed to be missing out, but it’s probably for the best given my Alberta binge yesterday. I’m on strict financial lockdown for the next 2 weeks; bah-humbug, bills!
One last image to share before I go:
I don’t know what it is exactly about these images from illustrator Aurel Schmidt that make me so happy, but I’ve been staring at them daily since AnOther Magazine posted the link to Facebook. I like pretty flowers and I like drinks; maybe it’s that simple.
Bye for now sweet peas. I wish you all a safe and happy holiday…and encourage you to wear your eatin’ pants ALL THANKSGIVING DAY!!!!
They say it takes a village to raise a child, which certainly rings truer in certain areas of my own life than in others. Music knowledge is one of the few (only?) areas my parents left up to ‘the village’ in my formative years. Thankfully, I have an older sister who was extremely generous for passing down certain bands, songs and TAPES [cue Superunknown] to her adoring little sister. Her influence, along with friends and lovers, has shaped my current musical taste (always in flux). Simon and Gfunk, however, stand as the one act I can fully credit my mother for the introduction. She saw them live in their prime and her copy of Bridge Over Troubled Water on vinyl decorated my wall all throughout college. In honor of my trip home for the holidays tomorrow, I post this awesome performance. Enjoy!
Wait, what’s this?? NOT GOING HOME TOMORROW, ACTUALLY JETTING OFF TO PARIS TO ACCEPT MY NEW POSITION AS EDITOR IN CHIEF OF FRENCH VOGUE.
Okay, back from my alternate dream universe. But fo realz?! Mega shocked at Ms. Roitfeld’s announcement earlier this week. I do adore her and her work, most recently chronicled as FVogue celebrated it’s 90th anniversary in September. A Q&A with CR from NYT alludes to frustrations over pressure to remain perma-PC in a magazine that exists to push boundaries by showcasing new and unique talent. Perhaps it all became to much?Can’t wait to see what is next for CR (hopefully it involves her super hot daughter)!
Here’s something to ponder as your chestnutz (OMG) are roasting on an open fire:
Style Story o’ the Decade.
Hmmmm! HuffPo does start us off with some high points, all great contenders for the prize, I’m sure. But what about the launch of PoseCity in September 2010??
I wish you all a very Merry Christmas week. If you don’t celebrate, then have a great week just the same. No matter what you believe, we can all agree that a week without a PoseCity update surely ranks up there with coal in yer stocking circa age five. But a break is a break is a vacation, so stay strong my pets. I’ll return with a whole list of unfortunate midwest fashion flubs to share with you all. #imitationuggstuckedintomomjeans
MUCH LOVE and MERRY MERRY CHRISTMAS!
Happy December, kittens. The last few weeks of 2010.. mind blown! It is now within this strange three week window when Christmas tunes do not annoy me and the “Folk Holidays” station on Pandora streams nightly. A shitty cover of River came on said station last night and I immediately went to my itunes to listen to the original, only to realize that in the Great Data Transfer of July 2010, none of my Joni made it to my new computer. Gasp! Oversight immediately corrected. This is one of my favorite “not really a Christmas song Christmas songs” [see also King’s Crossing by Elliott Smith and the entire Little Women soundtrack]. I remember it playing as BG and I drove across Idaho at night during my own Oregon Trail migration, two years ago this week. Always makes me tear up a little, it’s just so gosh darn purdy.
This week has been cray cray. I participated in the Jingle Bell Run 5K this morning and it felt so. good. to. move. To use my body. To feel the spirit of the crowd. Cold air is invigorating, cleansing in my lungs. The course took all 3,000+ of us along Naito Pkwy, meaning I got the chance to say “Good Mornin” to almost all of my Willamette bridge buddies. SWOON. Am mega grateful for Portland, for races, for the foxy lady running in front of me wearing red fishnets, booty shorts and an elf hat [note to self: must step up race day ensemble next year].
Work was the main stressor for me this week. I’ve felt equal parts excitement, nervousness and disappointment as a result of a promotion. I know it is for the best, however I cannot help but feel taken advantage of in many ways. I’ve struggled with resentment and jealousy towards other co-workers, but ultimately I need to NUT UP and realize that some things are never going to change in my current place of employment and be grateful to have a job period. I must focus on this new role and take as much out of it as I can so someday I can move on and be compensated fairly (blogging doesn’t pay the bills, kids). End rant.
Aside from knowing that photographic evidence has surfaced confirming the budding romance between Taylor Swift and Jakey G [he’s dead to me], I am way behind on my news this week. I was planning on seeing Black Swan today, but alas, it doesn’t open in PDX until next week. Am hoping to get some gift shopping done today and must carbo load/take bath in sanitizer for my inagural trip to the G’will bins tomorrow with K & S.
Buuuut, I couldn’t let a post go by without some fashion talk! Behold…
In an effort to make us all feel better about ourselves, Ms. Berry stepped out in this shiny mess, reminding the world that even she can hit the stylish skids sometimes.Leighton Meester demonstrates how NOT to don menswear:
YSL documentary?! Can’t wait!!! Plus, I think I could watch just about anything if it were narrated in French… c’est magnifique!
This dress is unbelievable:
Truly a work of art! The print reminds me of dishes and also this Roberto Cavalli number:
Love ’em both.
Ah, yes, all is right in Pose-land. Off to enjoy this cold, sunny Sunday. Wishing you well in making your list, checking it twice and picking the perfect shopping ensemble. Hearts!