This is a post I've been wanting to do for awhile. Basically, if you one word could describe a certain short period of my life, it would be 'hat.' That sounds materialistic and doesn't make sense. Well, it actually is more real than the existence of physical hat, but I have to let the photos suffice for themselves.
The first and last hats are mine. Were mine. And actually, these photos are 'me in reality' minus the hat these days.
This sweater was abducted from the most beautiful person I know, who stole it from her older brother, who is a psycho genius and another beautiful person, who was given it by his older brother, who is a another beautiful person. I work out to the music of the pscyho genius every morning. *insert facial expression here*
There are all available in the shop here. I'm having pricing problems because of, to speak economically, the subjective nature of value. (My psyche won't let go) Soooo if you're thinking about one shoot me a convo and we can talk.
Keep your eyes open over the next two weeks. Exciting stuff is brewing.
I'm going to risk wierding you guys out a little bit. I just improved upon one of the most excellent systems in my life, and it was so exciting, and I even fist pumped it, so I just must share it.
I always have this water bottle with me. It is an aluminum Camelbak Better Bottle and the love of my life. It has survived crashes from my bicycle and hiking expeditions. But when I drive, it rolls around and drives me insane. For me, preparing to drive is like preparing for flight. Everything must be stowed. In a moment of brilliance, I once discovered I could use this purple carabiner to clip the bottle! But alas, it was starting to scratch the cup-holder...
Having recognized this problem, I felt very brilliant.
So today I went to a hardware store and asked a knowledgeable gentleman there if they might carry a product that answers to the following description: adhesive, flexible, thick, removable, and protective enough to hold up to the repeated abrasion of hooking and unhooking a carabiner.
I was surprised by his genius when he graciously said, "Hmmm. Duck tape might work for that."
Really, Courtney? Really? Leave it to men. Jeesh.
So, some practical advice: 1. Buy a carabiner for your water bottle, 2. Protect surfaces with duck tape.
Ahem. Please notice the spotless cargo mats. (I am obsessed with washing them. Often.) Then I wipe down every surface in the car with anti-bacterial wipes. And spray the upholstry with Lysol.
Well, still plugging away at our late fall lookbook! Tomorrow I am going to a friends' to photograph the listings for the ladies' wear section, and I am quite excited. A warm chai latte in front of the fireplace will be a nice way to wrap up the morning.
Considering how wonderful the weekend was, it's very silly I didn't bring my camera.
I am not sure why I didn't. (I need that on a t-shirt. Perhaps I would not get asked so many questions.)
If any of you are on Twitter, you really should skip on over and follow me.
I tweet quite frequently about nothing significant, and it is an absolute riot the whole time.
Friday night I went to a local play called "You Can't Take It With You" with my family. If you like unexpected explosions, vintage evening gowns, and quick wit, you will love the film, circa 1935, directed by Frank Capra.
Saturday I spent the day at Pike Place Market with my grandparents, wandering around in the rain with black coffee and a spinach/feta croissant. The vendors are often also the artisan and business owner. All were very excited to answer my ridiculously random, detailed questions. I love handcrafted goods.
After Pike Place we saw a theatre production called "An Ideal Husband." Scripted from Oscar Wilde's work and set in 19th Century England, it was absolutely brilliant. The costuming was perfect. The culture and society of England at the time, which I think is a bit hilarious, was brought to life. The long and short of the story is that a respected English politician gets blackmailed by a shadowy French woman for a secret he sold at the beginning of his career. Terrified of losing his wife's love, Lord Chilten turns to the conceited and good-natured Lord Goring for help. As the intrigue increases, so does the chaos. During the second act, I was very involved. It was pretty much hilarious.
Annnnnd I watched an epic survival movie last night. "The Flight of the Pheonix," 1965.
And now, for something quite exciting...
I kind of made this adorable online friend in the past months. Her name is Sam Wish and she runs two beautiful Etsy stores, one for her vintage and upcycled goods, and one for her gorgeousjewelry collections. I spotted this little look book over on herblogand it brought me a lot of joy. It includes some lighter Spring pieces as well as Fall pieces, so it really is perfect for the season right now.
Here's to you, Sam. I think I'm in love.
Until next time. I promise to be a better "blogger" this week. (I think. )
I just discovered Muttonhead the other night. All their pieces are exquisite! Within a few minutes of viewing, I said to myself, "Canadian." What do you know... I was right. The craftsmanship, simplicity, and relaxed approach seem to sing of northwestern culture. Check out their surprisingly simple Big Cartel store here.
My darling sister found this book online (Amazon, of course!) for my birthday and was very excited to see my reaction. Which, needless to say, was extremely positive. The other book I must read right now is titled, "The Day we Found the Universe," a meticulously researched work about the discovery that the universe is infinite, not static, as previously thought. So much to learn.
A note for anyone who does not have an iPhone: buy one, now. It is running my life. Or, rather, I feel empowered to keep my life in one piece. Words cannot describe my love for this device. (If only it would hook so neatly onto my carabiner with my Camelback bottle and keys... but, ah, not even Apple is perfect.) Right now, it is encased in an "OtterBox," the ultimate in impact protection. With my propensity for busting things, this is a must. (I cost myself A LOT of money.) For how much the monthly insurance cost, I'm tempted to break it. Just to get my money's worth.
I am overworking myself. I wish I knew another way to be. To my credit, I went out last night with a friend to a grocery store and bought a giant, hot sandwich. Subsisting mostly on yogurt, protein products, and tea, it is rare for me to crave food... real food... a lot of good food. Swimming will do that to you.
Fabulous update: I found the most perfect pair of black boots for the look book today. We'll see what John thinks. If I was a man, you better believe they would be on my feet before you could say, "Are those steel-toed?!?!" Coordinating a project as large as a look book is, um, a project. But I have the perfect team put together, and can't wait to give you guys interviews on each member!
If I can only find a quarter on the street tomorrow, my weekend will be off to a good start.
P.S. My favorite part about this camera right now is the phenomenal depth of field. The articulated LCD is super happenin' too.
