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Pinterest Picks – Mostly good. One weird.

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Here is me: Pinterest – Secret Recess

Follow meh, I follow yeh.

First, the good:

Isabel Marant

Meadham Kirchhoff Calandra faux fur coat

Jeremy Laing

Emerson Fry Gold Lennon Boot

Note to friends/family/fans – I am a medium top and bottom, and an 8 1/2 size shoe.

Message me for my addy.  Mmmkay?  Thanks.

Now, onto the weird.  This, this…this…this…yuck, yick, bah, siss, bam, rolf!

This makes my mouth feel funny and my throat itch.

Doesn’t it look like it would just expand in your throat and suffocate you like in some B horror film?

This is what I imagine – pretty, young twentish, protagonist in a sexy night shirt, small bows tying up her pretty blond, shiny perfectly placed pigtails – is standing at her kitchen island, suggestively putting her index finger in her mouth with a finger scoop full of pink foam. “Mmmmm”  Suddenly, her eyes widen, mouth agape, she coughs and clutches her throat as the foam grows and fills her mouth full of suffocating sugary puff.  She falls to the floor and stairs at the ceiling behind dead eyes.

Wow.  That was weird.

Have a good day!



Pinterest Picks!

It’s like 100 degrees here which has like, TOTALLY zapped my inspiration to dress myself.  I made that sound a little dirty – like I have been not dressing at all, but trust me, and ask my husband, when I say I have been dressing but it has not been “dirty”.  At least not “dirty” in that sense.  Maybe dirty as in actually dirty..

But, I digress… Anyway, my lack of excitement for dressing myself means there hasn’t been many  outfit posts lately.  Like, a super long while.  But, really – who wants to see the grody jean shorts and gray v-neck tees I have been wearing nonstop since about June 15th?  Scratch that…I remember I wore them to a show during SXSW..When was that.. MARCH?

It would go a bit like this…”And here I am again, in…yep, folks – the same damn pair of wrangler jean shorts and a slightly different but same idea – threadbare gray tee-shirt.  Today I jazzed the en-sam-blah blah blah with some red flip flops and a bun in my hair rather than the black flip flops and pony tail.  Oh, and look!  My lip gloss didn’t melt off my face today!  It’s the little things, am I right ladies?”

I may throw a “burn the jean shorts” party come fall.  Or as soon as I am completely positive that the temps won’t stick in the triple digits..oh, and the burn ban is lifted.

I day dream of reasonable weather, cute outfits and being less sweaty by slaving over Pinterest every morning with my coffee.  These are some of the cute, dare I say..inspiring outfits I have pulled from the masses of glittery nail polish pics, bold face positive affirmation quotes delicately placed over a picture of some woman’s perfectly airbrushed ass, and frou frou prom dress pics.  (You know exactly what pictures I am talking about…)


I am wearing this in 2 months.  Seriously.



So, not crazy, crazy crazy about the jeans.  But, I love the colors of this outfit, the jacket is to die for (could you expect anything less from me – moto jacket obsession demonstrated all over this blog).  And, I want that LV scarf.  Like, stat.  Who can send that to me?



I also die for this Lauren Moffatt Sp 2012 top.  Cute with the jacket and scarf from above, the green pants from above.  Who can send me this?  Thanks in advance.



If I want to get really nitty picky nitty picky – I don’t like the way they rolled up the jeans above the booties.  I might actually wear a different pair of shoes..Maybe brown just to not be so mitchymatchy.  But (!!) we all, or at least most of us, bought into the bright skinny jean thing this spring/summer and need to wear them through the fall and this is a good example of how the “rules” of color as they pertain to the season don’t really apply anymore.  And, I love the idea of tempering them with something like camel.  It’s kinda color block-y and the yellow is unexpected.  Black would be expected (snore).  Red, yellow, turquoise, kelly green, even peach-y are all unexpected.  Def def def going to try this situation this fall.
Anyway, that is all for now.

Enjoy –


How do you say goodbye…to a house?

This is my parents house.  The house that they and their four children have lived in since the early 70s.

**Hard to believe right – I know.  I was actually born in the 70s.**

This house hosted countless dinner parties, graduation parties, engagement and wedding parties, luncheons for non-profits, Halloween parties, birthday parties….HOLIDAYS and more HOLIDAYS.  (My family is blended religiously and spiritually, so we celebrate a LOT of holidays!)

When I was born, my parents brought me home to this house..


Just look at my dad rocking the cool.  And me, rocking the red, old man face.

Here is my mother standing in front of the house with me as a wee babe.  (Is she wearing a robe?)

Anyway, it’s easy for me to become super nostalgic about this house.  Kinda funny, it seems it is easy for my friends to become nostalgic about this place because they kinda feel like they “grew up” in too.  When I posted this picture on my personal Facebook page of the moving truck out in front of the house a few weeks back – I got about 25 sweet responses.  And several texts and emails with sad faces and “oh, how I will miss that house” notes.  I was so touched.

My parents moved into the house in their 30s and joined a bustling neighborhood of other 30-somethings with young children and more children on the way.  There were built-in neighborhood babysitters.  Well worn bike routes, neighborhood rules (always “be home by the time the street lights come on!”), passageways scoped out in the alleys and everyone knew the older couples that would give you candy and look the other way when you ran through their backyard.

With this change in our family, it is interesting to look back at the changes in the neighborhood.  All of those 30-something parents with their young children have moved.  First, the children when they grew up and found their legs.  Then the parents when their houses were too big, too much for their needs.  My parents and the other families replaced older folks that’s families changed and grew up and out.  Now, my parents and their friends are being replaced by new families, with young children and more children on the way.

It’s easy for me to get super nostalgic and sappy about these kinds of things.  I miss the house already.  So weird that when I go home to visit my parents next time, I won’t in fact be going “home”.  And, I probably won’t ever go in that house again.  Odd.  My heart says all of that, my head says – your parents need a more manageable circumstance.  One that makes sense for them.  Sadly, this big ol’ house just doesn’t anymore.

I went home to help clean up and clean out.  And as I laid in bed the last night in that house, I thought about what the house wants for it’s new life.   I think it wants to be filled with young people again.  Kids that will run in it’s alleys, climb it’s trees and play in it’s yard.  It wants swing sets, baby pools, bikes and dogs.  It wants to be lively and happy and filled with families from the neighborhood – having drinks and laughs on the porch in the summer.  And trick or treating in the fall.  And, after a long day playing out in the neighborhood, it wants them safe at home….when the street lights come on.


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