lady like tuesday
balls to you april!
you're not bringing any of your usual sunny self to the game.
skirts, straps, and sandals enjoy cozy closet time while cashmere and cardigans work without end.
highs in the sixties call for sweaters and socks. still.
fancy folds of warm weather fabric yearn to frolic amongst the blooming petunias and pansies.
i'll begrudgingly make this tuesday.......ladylike.
grrr. grumble, grumble.
rationalization
according to organic.org, eating organic foods:
1. reduces toxic load
2. reduces/eliminates off farm production
3. protects future generations
4. builds healthy soil
5. tastes better with truer flavor
6. assists family farmers of all sizes
7. avoids hasty and poor science in my food
8. gives eating a sense of place
9. promotes biodiverstiy
10. celebrates the culture of agriculture
you know me and helping biodiversity?!? stand back people. like a mama and her baby cub.
i think i'm on my 6th bag.
fashion crime
priscilla makes her dislike of mother's pink sweater obvious to all in the household.
from now on, all shades of pink will undergo canine council review to ensure no future attention will take away from youngest's fuschia feathers.
spring storm
i'm suspicious of this rain.
usually spring showers friendly, kind drops;
not indecisive blankets of wet soup or indiscriminate dots of annoying dew on flip-flopped feet.
even the pitter-pat on the roof and the wind's whine sound off.
falsified.
understudies.
this storm is out of time and place.
i feel like it wants to tell me a secret.
ladylike tuesday
curls, t-straps, a big white bow.
they somehow make they slouching girly.
swanky saturday
so cassie, my friend of all things in the know and fabulous, scored a much desired invite to c magazine's luncheon honoring derek lam for his collaboration with tod's.
me in mj, cassie in the raddest alexander wang (helps when you have a body like that); we were good girls (for the most part) and stuck to sparkling water and lime.
mr. lam couldn't have been cuter or sweeter.
here's cassie and i looking for presents, checking out what other people are buying, and playing dress up.
my one regret!! i have wanted to buy this lavender bag forever. but didn't think it was the right time to talk to derek about fashioning the piece in an eco-friendly, non-leather fabric.
evil evan (the photographer: who looked more like a model-hence: my silly, flirty school-girl smile) kept baiting me to buy the piece anyway. or at least walk around as if it were mine for the hour.
cassie and i moved onto sunglasses instead. she bought those bad-ass, purple-y, i'm too foxy for the rest of you shades.
cassie runs smarty oc which is is a community of entrepreneurial women. SMARTY provides resources, education and inspiration. their members get business done, they just don't sit around and talk about what they're going to wear once they meet oprah (her words).
we made new friends. this is sweet, beautiful bri. she's a new transplant into orange county. she has skin like milk and honey.
marche moderne served us a perfect spring lunch finished with the most heavenly strawberry shortcake and macaroons i'm still dreaming about.
and THE best swag!! tod's skinny, pebbled, studded bracelet! yippee!
i'm trying to elegantly scour the table for more macaroons.......... i'm like a great white shark amongst a bay of surfers.......where is that last macaroon!??!?!?!
happy weekend
darlings..
i'm afraid to even say it out loud for fear it may not come true. but saturday involves my friend cassie,
derek lam (who i'm sure will become my next new friend)
the tod's store,
and me?!
details on monday!!
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scared to color outside the lines
i'm watching the pacific. to say it rivets me is an understatement.
hh and i are rendered speechless each episode.
every scene shakes me.
i still can't get the conversation out of my head where the hardened, jaded marine questions the fresh recruit about god:
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hearing those words made me feel a little less alone.
i like to think i'm an intelligent girl. i can work out most of my sticky situations. yet when it comes to war and these "enemies" i supposedly have all over the world, i'm a 4 year old needing tracing paper.
i don't pray. but at night as i fall asleep i try to send love out to someone in the world who doesn't know me, but hates me. hates me because of where i live, what i look like, because of what i do or do not believe in.
it was something i started around 9/11; to help me combat my confusion and anger. now it's just become a ritual i have to do. like brushing my teeth.
it's silly, i know. kind of weirdo-ish too. i'm not changing the world. i'm just not letting hate and ugliness own my tiny katie kingdom.
ladylike tuesday
i've heard the whole raindrops and roses, whiskers on kittens spiel.
but,
shimmery and shiny, pearlies on pastels....
kick your whiskers' asses.
april showers
spring's spritzing so-cal today.
groovy for me! i've got my boots on, edit piaf blaring in the prius, and puddles needing my splashing.
this frilly frock of an umbrella would be the perfect accoutrement to puddle jumping with the beasts.
oblige me as i descent into age 4 when this was my favorite song for 6 months. there were only snippets of bambi i could bare to watch (yes, back them i got IT). but this music would make me so happy. it still does.
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whilst in the spirit of "april showers" i made the mistake of actually googling the term. low and behold there is, of course a blog entitled: aprilshowersblog. one double click and i'm overdosing in 10th grade insecurity. does anyone have a nail file i can use to bring my breakfast back up? this girl is fresh off her mother's breast at 25, already happily married, works her cute little butt off at NBC all day long, then designs wedding invitations, business cards, and websites all through the night. she has lost 70 lbs, "loves to run", couldn't get just one degree in college, had to get another (i went on the 5 year, bachelor of arts program, but had to take all that time off for acting auditioning wink wink), has nursed her husband through 2 heart attacks, and now they are trying for a baby. oh, and for free, she'll tutor people on designing blogs.
i can make my bed and sometimes i don't fuck up toast.
happy weekend
dears, what have you planned for this weekend?
in an effort to disburden my doldrums i will be dusting off the ol' beachcruiser.
the wind wafting my hair wispy; i'll coast, standing upright, legs locked, eyes closed, head held pertly up to the sky so that my body can sop up as much breeze to skin action as possible. like limp ranunculus needing the sun to survive i'll be stretching my stem as far as i can out of my vase.
even more fun is when hh joins me, and we ride to our favorite neighborhood cafe for greyhounds and truffle fries. we'll flirt madly, stuff ourselves silly and pedal home like puppies. 
maybe i'll try wearing a fancy dress too. bikes and ballgowns?
you never know what silly combination can dry a tear. these days i'm up for all kinds of crazy.
love. love. love.
spring street style
so far my favorite spring accessory is....
the smile.
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la dolce vita anyone?
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needing a little magic right now.
this scene sets me swooning every time.
bellisimo, no?
big fella
sawyer {aka favorite}
march 6, 1999-april 5, 2010
"Not the least hard thing to bear whenthey go from us, these quiet friends,is that they carry away with them somany years of our lives. Yet, if theyfind warmth therein, who wouldbegrudge them those years that theyhave so guarded?And whatever they take,be sure they have deserved."
--- John Galsworthy ---
bunny blues
don't judge if i ask for a weekend do-over.
or better yet, can i have the last 12 years back please?
please.
i can never tell if i've cooked the pasta too long or too little, if i should have held my tongue in that last political spat, or rather spit my venom at the ignorant twit getting her news from tarot cards.
i walk in perpetual doubt. i wear it like a fancy coat, with shiny white buttons, and a hem that swirls like a skirt.
i wish i needed my wavering wrap this weekend:
without any uncertainty i know that he is ready to go to sleep.
pardon me, while i scream into this pillow.
image: danny roberts
aunt charla
today is my aunt charla's birthday. i need a separate blog, years long, to really convey the love and importance of charla in my life.
she lived with us when i was young.
back then i'd get scary fevers where i'd believe the coffee table was coming to get me. for some reason i remember charla most when i was sick. she'd sing to me. i'd feel safe.
listening to the song now, i'm a puddle of emotion. back then i just loved how pretty my aunt's voice sounded. and how she'd weave my name into the song.
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no offense mary, but charla's voice was prettier.
i love you auntie char. happy birthday.
let them eat cake
i can't believe it's been five years. five years of flowerbomb sweetening ladies who lunch with its melange of heady freesia, jasmine, and rose; a touch of patchouli added for the recycled bag and hybrid driving type.
to celebrate the fragrance's continued success (you need only ask my glamorous mother how much she covets her pink, scrumptious spray) the boys of viktor & rolf decided to extravagantly fete themselves at the hotel meurice.
the piece de resistance was the dessert.
chef yannick alleno and pastry chef camille lesecq created a most impressive cake replicating the flowerbomb packaging. further lengths were made in an effort to recreate the beautiful, but somewhat bi-polar scent.
unfortunately i had to work, otherwise i'd have rsvp'd a big "yes" to the boys' bash. i wasn't there to taste, but i say keep your freesia in your nosegay, and stick to good old fashioned sugar, flour, and milk for cakes. this from a girl whose favorite cake is from the grocery store, and i only eat the frosting. (cut me a corner please, preferably with a flower)
perhaps tis why my invitations to these extravaganzas keep getting lost in the mail. consensus was the rose and jasmine scented/flavored cake was a success just like the perfume.
happy birthday flowerbomb.