9/16/10 9/16/10

sweeter than sweet

there's arrival.

moments in your life when you aha, let that belly breath out, and even your pinkies grin.

a first kiss, an oscar nomination, a standing, stiff souffle.

and then there's THE email from karey:

telling me not only that tamara the camera had swung a spot in yesterday's shoppe window; but my less than nutritious dietary divulgence made truffle girls bulletin as well.

this surpasses giddy gulps of air and smiles un-surpressed.

this is an entirely different bowlful of happy.

i'm binge eating and breaking out into involuntarily head bangs all across the county. it's intoxicated anxiety i haven't seen the likes of since grease came out in dvd.

thank you miss karey. you inspire me daily.

i will wear this grateful dress always.

9/15/10 9/15/10

priscilla versus the pillow

this round went to priscilla.

at least have the decency to leave the scene of your crime?!

in the end, the real loser was mommy;

i loved that effing pillow.

9/14/10 9/14/10

a recipe for happy

today's cocktail calls for one part sparkle and three parts rainbow.

drink up dears.

bottoms up to a tuesday of twirl.

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9/12/10 9/12/10

year two

then came you.

9/10/10 9/10/10

happy weekend

dears, tell me what's on your weekend playlist?

sweeten my ears with plans of frolic and trick.

i'm neck and neck with the beavers and bees in a match of busy.

polly the prius and i are now having a threesome; it's with the 405 freeway.

come sunday afternoon i hope to have swapped bees for bears, when i'll be napping for the gold medal.

play nice. mind your manners.

xo,

katie

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9/9/10 9/9/10

falling for anna fuchs

http://www.vimeo.com/14608057

runway will always rule the roost;

but when the collection is as fab as anna's,

and the film is as striking as this christian straub's;

it's hard not to semi swoon for this fusion.

9/8/10 9/8/10

hang with me

the last few days it's been dance party usa around here.

{behind closed doors of course...face is still a bit grizzly}

all summer long i've been waiting to buy this song on itunes.

it's here, and the beasts and i are shimmying & hipshaking ourselves silly on repeat.

now if only i could have a giant sock hop with all of you; where, with arms in the air, we'd twirl, giggle, and bounce silly to this happy song.

here's to finding your inner disco.

9/7/10 9/7/10

vanity

a few years back in a quest to look like heidi klum, i made the mistake of subjecting my face to an extremely aggressive peel.

what resulted resembled something more looking like her husband Seal.

the treatment proved too harsh for my axis powers skin (german/japanese).

dark patches of my shallow decision have dotted my face since, reminding me of my foolish, shallow nature.

rather than learn my lesson and leave well enough alone; this weekend i served up another heaping helping of vainglory.

i attempted to remedy my own tribal scars with cosmelan.

currently my face is a deep scarlet.

below is a self portrait.

my fingers, toes, and eyes are crossed that this will work.

updates to follow.

click images for source

9/3/10 9/3/10

i SEE you

holiday weekend stop acting coy.

stomp yourself up to my porch;

better have packed a bag too.

i'm readly to lounge languidly, sip sleepily, and rest richly.

turning off phones, brain, computer, and mouth {you're welcome robert}.

with my summer track on repeat, we'll burn the scent of jasmine one last time;

commemorating our season gone by, making room for period anew.

happy weekend.

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9/2/10 9/2/10

time ticks

balls to you september!

just as i was larking it up in all things white linen,

and sopping myself in scents of magnolia sweet;

you swept summer sands away without even a warning bell.

give me just one more cobbler peach, one more night-a-steamy.

pumpkin lattes and socks up the knee can wait a bit longer, no?

i haven't quite finished my summer sandwich.

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9/1/10 9/1/10

polished in fall

yippee skippy for fall fashion.

i'm saving oodles with my closet already camel copious.

thank you chloe.

i'm loving the fingernail fun out for fall.

typically i like to keep my nails nekid in spring and summer.

but, once the seasons change {in blustery newport beach} these beds get a blanket of lacquer.

so far i'm fancying the following:

butter is my favorite brand of polish; the wear and the shades. as you saw above they are paying homage to alexander mcqueen this season. here is the full spread: all hail to mcqueen, bumster {inspired by mcqueen's low trouser seen in his 1996 show}, marrow, & victoriana.

please dears, tell me what you'll be donning come cooler temps.

8/31/10 8/31/10

sign, sign, everywhere a sign

i wouldn't consider myself a chatty lass.

maybe tis why i tack posts throughout the house.....

this way i don't have to talk so much.

8/30/10 8/30/10

operation SWEET

earlier this week hh and his pal ted, aka bert and ernie, found some rather high horses to poise atop.

there, they both boasted, ad nauseum, their expertise in deciphering the varying choices of vanilla ice cream the world has to offer. i'm pretty sure i remember the words:

no, chance we couldn't tell french vanilla from vanilla bean from vanilla. etc....

it was if i had asked these two apes what their middle names were; which, given the right day, might take them a beat or two.

if smug were an outfit, these two would have chain stores rivaling GAP.

my hands were tied. i had to challenge this non-sensical big talk.

i went to ralphs and purchased EVERY flavor of vanilla ice cream i could find.

second, came the blindfolds.

the girls, i think, just wanted some ice cream.....

this is where it started to get a little patty hearst for my taste......

each was given a sheet of paper with the names of the vanillas. they merely had to number the order in which they tasted.

the most correct was..................two.

hunky hubby ~~ernie~~ got them all wrong. {big smile}

you would think victory would be my most coveted memory of said evening, but tis not.

this here momofuku crack pie (aptly named) is still coursing through my memory veins fondly.

after making us the entire momofuku meal of miso cod, brown rice, stir fried, farmers market vegetables, and berries, bert finished it off with homemade crack pie.

he is officially forgiven for any prior vanilla pomposity.

8/27/10 8/27/10

a walkabout

i think i'll go on a walkaboutand find out what it's all about - and that ain't hardjust me and my own two feetin the heat i've got myself to meeta detective of perspectivei need to try and get a bigger eye - open widebloodwood flowers in my gazewalkabout in a sunny daze - do me nowon a walkabout

-rhcp