State Pride

State steaks! Dominic Episcopo, a photographer out of Philadelphia, cut state shapes out of steak in his aptly titled exhibit "The Unites Steaks of America." Pretty amazing.

Even though I haven't lived in the state where I was born and raised for almost a decade, that's where my heart and pride will always lie. Never am I so giddy, sleep the deepest, and eat fresher food than when I'm back home at my parent's house in our sleepy, small town in Indiana.

AHeirloom is an etsy shop where the owner cuts a cheese board into your state's shape. And you can have the designer engrave a heart or star where your home town is located! I bought my Mom one for Mother's Day this year and she loves it.

I wear this exact necklace everyday (in gold!). It was a gift given to me by my little sister. The designer Maya Brenner makes all 50 states and just launched country shaped necklaces too! I always get compliments when I wear it. Once a man yelled to me from a couple people deep in a jam packed subway, "Are you from Indiana??? I'm from South Bend, Indiana. Go Fighting Irish!!" State pride runs deep.

Use your coconut!

When the summer heat hits the city, I can not get enough of God's sweet nectar; Coconut Water! Perfect as a low-cal treat between meals or a post-workout refreshment, this baby is packed with fiber and electrolytes. And maybe it's not bad for that sunday morning when you hit the sauce a little harder than you wanted to the night before. WHO'S TO SAY?!

Being a huge fan of Ms. Gwyneth Paltrow, I basically do anything she recommends. Her newsletter, GOOP, told me to use Coconut oil as a light, alternative to lotion after the shower. So, I did. Two years later, I'm still rockin' it! Super cheap ($7), it lasts FOREVER and makes my skin feel silky not sticky. Even in the dead of winter, the smell makes me feel like I've gone Caribbean.


This video is amazinggggg. Party hair everywhere! I used to listen to this song in the car everyday coming home from Elementary School. I was nutty even then!!

pendleton lady

My lovely new pendleton weekender bag which was given to me by my lovely guy.

As soon as I held this bag in my hot little hands, I vowed I would always carry it on board the plane to ensure its safe keeping and to brush it's suede trimming 100 times a day, like Marsha Brady.

I could see this stone cold fox in Pendleton.

p.s. Did you know that the Beach Boys originally went by the name The Pendletons. Named after the popular Pendleton woolen shirts at the time. BOLD. Although I love my woolen mills, I think the name change was a very smart move.

I come from elegance, dahhhhhlring. ELEGANCE!

Can you imagine being this crotchety?! Good lord, I can't stop watching this. Next time someone says something even remotely disagreeable, I would love to have the guts to just scream, "YOU KNOW NOTHING!!!"

Booby Trapped!

My main squeeze left yesterday for a week long work trip so last night was my first night home alone. It went HORRIBLY. At first, I was fine. Minding my own business watching Big Brother and eating a dinner of popcorn and red wine. Then bedtime came. Suddenly, I became very aware of the fact that the apartment was a little too dark, the shadows of the trees and car headlights made eery little shapes on the curtains, and our living room windows didn't lock.

My first thought; DONE FOR. 100% CHANCE I'LL BE ATTACKED BY SOMEONE WAITING UNTIL THIS EXACT NIGHT WHEN MY BOYFRIEND HAD TO GO OUT OF TOWN TO STRIKE!!

Second thought; Guess I'll never get to wear those super cute Dolce Vita Snakeskin loafers I just ordered.

Adorable, no?

Necessity is the mother of invention, so I devised a Booby Trap under each window. I would place something underneath each windowsill and if the Killer were to sneak in, he (or she!) would unsuspectingly knock them over and wake me up. Genius. The only thing I could find were vintage food canisters. I placed the vintage food canisters under each window, crawled into bed and waited.

scaaaaaaary!

Of course, I thought I heard one canister knock over in the middle of the night. I debated for about 10 minutes whether the sound was in fact the Killer or the click of our Air Conditioner. I realized that if it was the Killer, then what's taking him so long? This is a large studio apartment. Is he lost? AMATEUR! So, I drifted back off to sleep.

Yikes. I'm insane. Six more nights until my bodyguard comes back.

Peachy Keen

Look at these amazing rings made out of dehydrated fruit! They are created by Cathy from La Prochaine Fois using her food dehydrator and are entirely edible (minus the silver ring, of course).



I can't get over how unique and gorgeous these are! They look so delicate. When I was little, I tried to make fruit roll-ups in my Mom's food dehydrator once. It made the whole house smell like vomit. Never again.

California Sunrise

There's something about vintage surfing pictures that make me feel geared up for summer and very patriotic. I especially love the classic 50’s “bathing suits” (especially these here, here, and here, so very Ms. Liz Taylor).

I imagine all the young men in one group, fag in one hand, their long board in the other, trying to court a group of ladies in large cat-eye sunglasses from across the beach.



And, who doesn’t love these hot wheels?! Could you imagine being picked up on a summery first date in one of these bad boys and driving along the Pacific Coast Highway?

Dirty Gold - California Sunrise from Panaframe ▲ on Vimeo.

p.s. check out this up and coming band, Dirty Gold, whom which I am currently obsessing over their video. I just missed them playing live in New York. Daaaaaaaaang!