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!

Allons-y!

I wish when I was 14 someone had pulled me out of French class and told me to stop doodling my crush's name and PAY ATTENTION. After four years of taking French and two visits to the country, I remember very little about the language. C'est tragique, I know.

However, that doesn't mean I can't lust about dancing to this catchy Parisian number in these adorable flats with this foxy garçon. Ooh la la, indeed!

Yelle - Ce Jeu from Yoann Lemoine on Vimeo.

salty.

I have had an absolute OB.SESS.ION with beach wavy hair for years now. This wasn't always the case and for a long time I was convinced that my sassy-self required short, sassy hair. One summer, out of sheer laziness, my hair grew out a little long and lo and behold, I discovered I had natural wave that I had unwittingly been chopping off. idiot.

Gorgeous! Unfortunately, this is not my hair.

My first beach-wave product was John Frieda Beach Blonde Ocean Waves Spray and it was only about $4.99 at the drugstore. Unfortunately, the unthinkable happened and it was discontinued about 6 years ago. Still a legend.

Since then, I have scoured for an adequate replacement, even resulting to mixing my own (half salt water, half leave-in conditioner. disastrous).

yikes. when you put all of the products together that i've tried over the years, things get real.

This summer, I have finally found a close competitor! Garnier Fructis's Style Surf Hair Paste. Don't let the word "paste" turn you off. Just a dime size, made my hair look like I had been swimming in the ocean all day, without it feeling crunchy or greasy.

yes, please.

motorcycle? check.

grizzly beard? check.

calloused hands from doing manual labor? check. check.

this printmaker is a total babe and he just started a new gentlman's journal, titled Grain & Gram in Orlando, Fl. I want to grab a diet coke, drag over a stool and just watch him all day.

Grain & Gram: Nick Sambrato, Printmaker from Grain & Gram on Vimeo.