you had me at pale pink
there's just something about coral colored candy, salmon hued sweets, and plum tinted pastries that i just cannot resist. resolutions be damned! these photos make me mad for sugar naps and buttercream comas.
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pretend monday
i'm going to pretend i'm wearing this outfit all day long. as i go from spin class to pilates back to spin class one last time to pilates. i'm going to live in my fantasy land where i am wearing this outfit catwalking over the stoned, rainy streets of newport beach; clutch in tow, eyes smokey, lips pursed, and a sultry, sour pouty faced expression exposing my disdain for all matters frowzy and inelegant.
happy monday.
love,
katie
Happy New Year
resolution time.
i detest these silly things. i detest uncomfortable shoes. yet i still wear them.
i am resolute to make the following things happen this year:
you dears? what are you resolute to change? i hope nothing because i adore you all exactly the way you are. yes, brandi even you with that giant herp on you face.
happy new year loves.
-katie
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insomnia
lately i need earplugs for night's silence; its mute heartbeat CLANGS in my ears keeping me from pastel dreamland.
parched eyeballs dry heave, weary from tv screens, books, magazines, and computers.....they are my new ineffectual sleeping aids.
i have taken the ambien path. an effective path. a path that garners at least 8 uninterrupted hours of quality slumber. a path paved with soothing, snug, seductive sheets; pillows that caress and cosset; bewitching and benevolent blankets doting away my sorrows, past and present. a path also paved with sparrows and rabbits (cartoon form) magically appearing to frolic and lullaby me to sleep. further down this loopy lane i'll find myself plucking sweet peas and tulips from my nightgown with which i'll then fashion into the most beautiful bouquet. but not before i'll have a final 48 minutes of total and complete amnesia.
yes, i wake up refreshed. i also wake up to ninety-eight new facebook friends, a missing jar of costco size peanut butter, and a one broken heel on my favorite kate spade pumps.
balls!!
so, i'm off the ambien route, and back to valerian, warm tea (yes the herbal kind!!!), and counting golden retrievers.
resolution #1: find (non-amy winehouse) sleep remedy
happy wednesday loves.
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party girl
parties give me a turn.
although i have every intention of belle-ing it up, by the fourth round of it's kind of like pilates, i'm ready to lie in front of the next oncoming speeding train. i can't remedy this anxiety. i'm most certainly a social person. i can't love enough on the men and women who bag my groceries. the secrets spilled during my venti drip acquisitions would make you blush (dylan at peet's i own you for life)..........baristas are fabulous raconteurs.
but why is it at a party twenty plus, no matter how pretty my dress, i end up tucking away (usually with a dog), or leaving early feeling rotten, blue, and incompetent.
i envy you butterflies who's wings expand with the crowd.
we went to an engagement party this weekend. dear friends. practically family. my heart did a toe-touch i was so happy to see them. an hour later i was looking for a bed to hide under.
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Something shiny
the melancholy monday.
aft days of mirth and merrymaking, morning seems earlier and gruffer. the air has lost its buzz and hum.
a little shimmer and twinkle can always nudge a spring in my step, take me into fairy princess world where everything can be cured with a little glitter and a long, pretty dress.
so here's a little sparkle for your spirit. flicker wherever you are, and dazzle 'em for the rest of your day.
milkteef, fashion gone rogue, sea of shoes, beautyliesintheeye, sarah kaye, living etc.,
scratch that santa
i knew those fendi shoes were over the top!!! even cruelty free they still were an asshole thing to ask for.
so santa, on hands and knees, because in all seriousness if i do stand i vomit, i revise my grown-up xmas list. this year i ask for a settled stomach and 98.6 degree temperature. i yearn for at least 6 uninterrupted hours of heave free sleep, and food and water i only have to taste once. santa can you ask your elves to please whip me up a potent elixir to obliterate this which has demon taken over my body? i know tis the season to be welcoming and charitable, but whatever bug/virus i seemed to have caught needs to find another muthafuckin christmas hostess.
merry. merry. bleh.
waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
on hands and knees i've remained for the last twenty-four hours. as of press time i've thrown up 31 times.
water, perrier, 7-up, orange crush, orange juice, root beer; nothing is taming this bug. i wish i could actually enjoy this trip down carbonation lane.
if anyone has any holiday weight they need to lose, feel free to come make out with me. i'll only charge you a bottle of pepto bismo.
that's all for now. off to hang with my new friend mr. kohler.
might be
my grown up xmas list
O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!Much pleasure thou can'st give me
just in case he IS checking his list twice here is what i would be asking for if we lived in that magical world where friends weren't sick, parents didn't fret over bills, animals frolicked freely, a soldier's watch was limited to his sleeping child, and our earth pumped out big gulps of clean, unpolluted air.
alas, this world eludes me. yet. till then, here's my shameless, materialistic christmas list.
grand? i think so. but tis just a wish list. health, peace of mind, safety, and a better world nix fendi shoes all day long.
have a jolly tuesday!
images: troy house, country living, coastal living, net-a-porter, paul costello, frank w. ockenfels, flickr.
lighting up my heart with joy!!!!
volume up friends.
this is what the beasts and i are dance partying around to this morning (thank you chuck).
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rumps shaking and breathless we managed to give a goat.
the striking resemblance to the dairy buck sent truman into quite a rattled and distressed state. convinced we were paypal-ing HIM to a Ugandan, AIDS ravaged community, upon where he'd be milked daily and impregnated yearly, truman has stowed himself somewhere in the house hiding from us evil slave traders. two hours now and no truman.
sawyer, priscilla and i will continue to dance in efforts to draw brother out.
happy monday loveys!!!
xmas inspiration
can it really only be one more week? (sad sigh)
regretfully, i've yet to feel the fa la la.
even with a tree that would resurrect liberace, boughs of holly decking my halls, and celine dion feliz navidad-ing me every four hours on sirius radio (the only way french-canadien chanteuses can) i still can't get into the holiday humor.
usually a couple "o holy nights",
a whiff of belle fleur neroli pine,
and a few venti drips in the "special" cup
and i'm ready to ho ho ho.
but so far. bleh.
it's time to bring in hollywood.
the following films never fail to jingle my jolly buttons. i usually watch them on or the day before christmas. but you know what they say: desperate times call for cuter outfits!!
here are my best-loved holiday humdingers.
have to say.....just amassing the movies and links (click the images for film info) is getting me into a one horse open sleigh kinda mood.
have a ring-a-ling, hear them sing weekend friends.
Santa Baby.......
Christmas came early for Katie!!
Look what I won from Trust Your Style (giveaway queen)
this arnold zimberg flannel shirt is exactly the wardrobe piece to keep me westside chic AND holiday party handy!! it's a red plaid flannel (double faced!!) the collar and cuffs have a cool blue and white striped lining, AND (my favorite part)......... the collar, sides of the shirt, and buttons are lined with cyan velvet trim (twirling madly with glee!!!!!)
with a dvf skirt, kova & t leggings, and brian atwood booties i'll be fa la la la la ling all over the bouche de noel!!!
arnold zimberg shirts are known for their clever details and quality design. flavorful, fun, first class fabrics combined with bold contrast overstitching, and trademark velour trimming are why these duds are becoming cult classics with trendsetters.
mary jo, herself, is one of these said style vanguards. i repeat she IS a giveaway goddess, and her clutches and jewelry are fairytale beautiful. definitely should be your new addiction.
Homemade Holiday
oh if only to have the gift of craft. imagine the presents i'd bestow on those i adore. thick, chunky, chin grazing wool reminding you of my love all afternoon long. throws i would quilt in jubilation for babies birthed. not of the fleece family, but of cashmere complexion, trekked all the way from nepal; cuddlesome and toasty.alas, i'm better with chopsticks than knitting needles, so maybe this scrumptious, striped scarf from tara matthews instead. on tippy toes i'd purchase.
homemade blankets are divine. but homemade-hermes.......to-may-toe-/to-mah-toe, both so, so right.
if only my adoration could come through in my culinary competence. i'd bake a cake so fancy and jolly, dentists would start recommending sugar for our health.
yes, the cake i bake may taste delicious, but give me red frosting and suddenly what was supposed to be a christmas berry now looks like a giant blood clot. same with yarn and stitches. during MY great depression, i took up knitting. sadly, my scarves befit more a scoliotic camel than a person; they'd unexpectedly change length/shape every so often, but then miraculously come back to 8 perfect rows. apt for desert beasts; not so becoming for a single girl wanting to be fetching and fashionable.so this christmas i leave it up to the artisans to make your accessories, throws, and baked goods.i'll be in charge of making you laugh, smile and dance.*images ffffound, usa.hermes.com
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh
seriously, if the unemployment figures aren't scary enough, check out this shit show:
commercial photographer, susan anderson is currently displaying "high glitz," a three year treasure chest of embryonic "beauty" contestants captured in their full regalia, at the kopeikin gallery in los angeles;
i can't pick a favorite. they all frighten me.
how high must the dress go before child protective services is called? 
could these girls look any sadder?
acrylics up above is two years old.
i put this here if you need to puke. i did.
dancing for rain gods
my dancing both worked and didn't. for weeks i've been bouncing, flinging, flipping, and romping round for the rain gods. breathless, the beasts and i bounded round the roost beseeching the powers that be for winter weather.bellied up, our tongues lolled, eyes too exhausted to smile; we slept sapped and satisfied listening to requited raindrops patter down on the roof all weekend long.favorite and i seemed to have romped a little too vigorously. the showers came down, so did we......with colds. grrrrr. barricaded under duvets and a bouquet of lanvin (sawyer love's mommy's perfume) we drank tea, read, and watched movies.
as always, there's nothing my boy of ten can't ease: colds, headaches, heartaches.
even sick i was able to have a nice weekend.
- sawyer protecting his anonymity
oh mother may i
uh knt buluv owwww fikung gooooooot sih missu mayzz zzz krincha sih!??!?!?!?!??!?!? mmmm hmmmmm (swallow) pardon me????????? what i was saying, mouth full of rich, tasty goodness, was i can't believe how fucking good this mrs. may's holiday crunch is!?!??!?! 
trying to be sensitive to my gluten sensitive pal bernie, i purchased ol' mrs may's for a dinner party last week to pour over coconut bliss (another celiac disease friendly product.) i inwardly pitied the purchase as i envisioned the rest of the party gorging down on my other buy: a gluten-glutted chocolate cake with whipped cream frosting. (which by the way i plan to force feed halfwit Elisabeth Hasselbeck if ever we meet.)
so much for courtesy and concern? my gluten free diva stood us up for another party! the nerve? these prima donna's and their "disease's" think they can just crap all over us healthy, cereal and pasta eating folk. a pox on him and his villi . i hope his guilt triggered symptoms of bloat and menstrual periods missed. hmph!!but their was some silver lining to this ugly blouse. yesterday i found myself with a deadline, 15 free minutes i needed to commit to that deadline, and an unopened bag of mrs. may's holiday crunch. deadline's be damned i dived headfirst into that scrumptious sack. a-maze-ing!!! almonds, cranberries, pomegranate, acai powder, and a little smattering of sea salt. it was a yuletide party in my mouth. but not in a whorish way (don't be dirty you guys.)love the pared down ingredients. apparently it's kosher too, so i'm covered if ever i get celiac AND decide to become jewish. it's a fucking win win!!!!!i discovered mrs. may's at mother's market, give her a "click" to find her near you.
Pale & Interesting Xmas
hefty deadlines stoop my shoulders waist low. indoor cycling is effortless compared to penning the ride to paper. can't i just execute push ups for the next 10 days straight, rather than describe one, perfect, singular push-up in arial font, double spaced by monday morning?
oh and apparently jesus is celebrating yet another birthday soon. whilst i'm not much for theology, i HAVE erected a bubblegum pink tree people, and do have a weakness for all things sparkly. yet, even with said barbie dream tree, the homestead still needs a little more sprucing before i'm slurring santa baby.
maybe i need to reconsider the religion thing because ask and you shall receive. no sooner do i confess my desire for a fa-la-la-la-la-la living room than i receive my newsletter of christmastime creativity from www.paleandinteresting.com
j'adore everything from pale & interesting. even their name....pale & interesting. in a former life i was pale & interesting; now i'm blotchy & well-worn.
here are some of their holiday looks. reminds me of the fun you can have with mercury glass. enjoy. i did.
