Thursday, August 25, 2011
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
- Anne Stevenson
Please note Melanie's awesome Little Mermaid rain jacket and purple jeans, my killer wind breaker and necklace made from an old film canister (remember those?!) and a dinosaur sticker. Even from an early age... Birds of a feather, my friends, birds of a feather.
Happy Birthday, Melanie!
Sunday, August 21, 2011
I need to remind myself of that constantly, otherwise I will go out and spend every penny I have on new clothes and shoes and be homeless within three weeks. Instead, I window shop like a mofo and make extravagant wishlists in my head.
But sometimes, sometimes, every couple months, when I've been good, I will splurge on myself. These splurges usually entail a lunch break shopping spree because I work right next door to a shopping center with a wide array of stores where I can do serious damage.
I thought I'd share a couple of the things I purchased recently with you, if for no other reason but for you to tell me how cute they are and then I won't feel so bad about spending the money.
Grey sequined dress by Moon Collection. Also purchased at 344.
Where am I ever going to wear this dress? Does it matter? The answers are, "Who cares?" and, "Nope." I saw it and I had to have it.
Last, but most certainly not least, I HAD to show you my new shoes.
I'd been eyeing these bad boys at Aldo for about a month. When pay day finally came around, I knew it was time. I've already worn them out twice and have gotten so many compliments on them. The best part is, because of the platform and the sturdy heel, they're super comfortable. I danced all night the last time I wore them. Which is exactly what shoes like this are made for.
The next time I go shopping, I'll be sure to share my haul with you!
Have you splurged on yourself lately?
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Melanie & Marko from the first night of the competition. So heartbreakingly lovely.
The top 10 girls. Bad ass.
And this. This. Sasha and Twitch. Mmm, mmm, mmmmm. This is how breakfast should be every morning.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Mac is 22 today. And at 22 he's already done way more than I have at 24. For example, last night we were FaceTiming and I asked him how school was going. His response? "Great. This morning I cracked open this guy's spine with a chisel to see his spinal chords."
What did you do today?
Not only is the kid smarter than I am, he's funnier, nicer, and all around cooler than I'll ever be. A little brother a girl can really look up to.
Hope you had a wonderful day, Mac. I love you!
Thursday, August 11, 2011
You guys. Have you ever experienced love at first sight? I always thought it was an idea made up for movies and romance novels. But then today I experienced it for myself and I can tell you - it's the real thing.
Behold the object of my desire...
Yes, it's a dress.
An absolutely stunningly beautiful dress.
I love every single thing about it. The vibrant color, the gold embroidered embellishments, the deep V in the back. It's ladylike and demure, while still being eye-catching and sexy.
Let's get real, I can't afford this dress. It's $358.00. But I just want to try it on and feel it against my skin. Admire the way it pinches in at the waist and flows out from there. Then I'll stand in front of the huge mirror staring at myself for 25 minutes while I imagine a world where I can drop $358.00 on a dress without blinking an eye and all the amazing places I'd be able to wear it.
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Saturday, August 6, 2011
I sat here for about 20 minutes trying to think of some clever and pretty way to segue into that, cushion the blow for you a little bit, but there really isn't one. And anyways, that's not what my grandfather was like. Straight to the point, sometimes harshly so, but always polite, always honest. I like to think that I have a little bit of that in me.
There wasn't any one particular cause of death. He got pneumonia from a complication with a surgery at Christmastime and never really recovered. It's harder to bounce back from something like that at 90 years old. He lived on his own up until then, completely independent and doin' his thang. But after the surgery and the pneumonia, that was no longer an option and he spent the last 6 months of his life he was in a nursing home. He hated it. He was confused most of the time and asked to go home constantly. I regret not being there when he passed away, but the rest of my family was there and they all said that he was peaceful. He was ready.
Somewhere deep inside me, although I desperately did not want to believe it, I knew that I would not see him in July. I knew that although there would be fireworks, he would not be there to watch them with me. I turned back to wave goodbye to him before I left his room. With a startle I realized that there was no one else there with him. He was alone. And all I could think of was my grandmother so many years earlier. He was there to hold her hand, right til the end, but who was there to hold his? That walk, from his room to the elevator, felt like the longest 10 yards of my life.
I went home immediately, of course. We went through boxes of old photos (which is where all of these amazing pictures came from!) and shared our stories, our memories. I put together three boards worth of photos. I did it by myself. It was quiet time that I spent alone with him, at least that's how it felt, and it allowed me to wrap my head around what had happened. His funeral mass was beautiful, and later, at the cemetery, he had a full military honor. As they opened his flag the sun came out from behind a cloud and lit the scene. It was one of the most beautiful and moving things I've ever seen in my life.
My grandfather was cremated, according to his wishes, and laid to rest directly above my grandmother's casket. Now we can all smile and laugh when we say that Poppa will be on top of Nanny for all of eternity, just like they would have wanted it.
When it was over, there were no more tears. I felt, in all honesty, a sense of relief. A sense of peace. My grandfather was a very religious man. He went to church every single day for (almost) his entire life. And while I might struggle sometimes with religion, I do believe in God. And as we left the cemetery I knew that he was at peace. He is in heaven. He is with my grandmother, with his parents and his brothers. He is with God.
So now, now that the sad times are over, I can look back at these old photos of Cosmo, my grandfather, and hold my memories of him close to my heart. I remember the way he laughed with no sound coming out. He loved coffee, we joked that we should put his ashes in a Folgers can, and used to eat his cereal in a bowl of coffee rather than milk. I remember him sitting at the end of my parent's dining table, a fork full of spaghetti in one hand and a huge chunk of bread in the other. How big his hands were, like bear paws. How he made me soup every single day for lunch because that's all I would eat at age four.
I think the phrase "Still waters run deep" was created about men like my Poppa. He was not an outwardly showy man, but the depth of his passion and love for his wife, his family, for life, was unmistakeable. I have never seen someone who loved so completely or so profoundly. He never needed to say it or flash it around, because you always knew it was there. It radiated out from him in waves. I have struggled with this, being able to verbalize and demonstrate my feelings. It's not until recently that I've realized you don't always have to. I'm so proud that I get that from him.
Ti voglio bene, Poppa. Rest in peace.
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Believe it or not - and let's be honest, this is a big, fat NOT - summer is already drawing to a close. And while I'm enjoying soaking up every ray of sunshine my pale porcelain skin can handle, I've got one eye on the fall fashions and my (fantasy) fall wardrobe.Fall is my favorite season by far. There's something romantic about a warm, sunny day that turns into a breezy afternoon and ends in a chilly evening snuggled on the couch with someone special. I love the leaves, the smells, the colors, the textures. Everything. And I want my wardrobe to reflect all of that. So here are some of the pieces in my dream wardrobe from ModCloth that I will own one day.
Chocolate tights, nude pumps and this necklace:
And how pretty and romantic is this shirt?
Can't you see it with long, gold rope necklaces and dark brown booties?