i am not a morning person and doing my hair is the last thing on my mind as i stumble to put a half way decent outfit together on my way to work. normally, a chic messy top knot would be my go to but recently it just hasn’t been going with my new look i am going for. (what look exactly, i am not sure). heidi braids have become my default, mainly because it looks better the messier they get. in fact, i usually put them in at night, after my shower so by the morning they will have a nice natural lived in look. then by end of day a nice wave until the next time i wash my hair. thankfully i have been gifted with the ability to plait my hair in all different ways but if you are not so inclined check out this tutorial.
Well, this last month has been a whirlwind. Including an increase of hours at Crafting Community (the big event at ace hotel is next week!), my boyfriend going off the grid for a week at burning man but a trip back home to Chicago that had major anxieties attached. Going back to where you grew up and went to college is genuinely really fun. You get to catch up drinks with friends, visit old haunts and just fall in love with the city all over again. This visits main focus was to be a bridesmaid to my BFF since the age of 8 and was it fun. Admittedly I was nervous about seeing a lot of peers and their parents I hadn’t seen since grade school (my girl scout leader was there!) but after a cocktail or two friendships from my youth fell right back into place. Like not a year had passed. It really reminded me of how great a close-knit community is and how much I miss being able to see these people on a regular basis. Below is a little snap shot of my accessories for the evening. I kept it classy with my grandmas pearls and red channel lipstick.
The other big, emotionally draining thing I needed to do was visit my grandma in her new digs at a nursing home. It was wonderful to see. Got all the gossip about her new suite mate and gentlemen friend. On the flip side, it was very overwhelming not to see her in the same good health as when we last saw each other. On top of coming to reality with mortality I was asked to go through some of her things and bring back whatever I could fit. Note that I have great sentimental attachments to objects. I don’t see them as things but rather stories to be told over and over. Diving into boxes I was overcome with childhood memories that brought me to tears. What does one do with all of these pictures of people long gone? The christmas decor that made every holiday throughout the years? Spend a fortune shipping my grandmas vintage sewing machine across the country because I can’t deal with the fact that it is going to goodwill? sigh. I pick and chose my most favorite things: a fabric owl wall hanging she made, her thimble collection, some photos of my grandparents at our family cabin and a bell that looks like an old lady. My aunt was so amused that I took the bell. She really has no memories surrounding it but it brings me back to my grandparents round table where I sat making dozens of painted noodle necklaces. With trips over I hope to get back into the general flow of life and the blog. We shall see.
One very important thing I’ve learned from my grandma is a 20 minute nap can change your day. So I decided to make a sleeping mask for those bright afternoons on the sofa that is just my right kind of cute. May I present the sleepy fox mask.
Short list of needs: different colors of felt, thread, elastic and a pattern. To make sure your mask is symmetrical, draw only half of the face making the middle the ‘fold on fabric’ line. Draw a rough sketch, assign different layers for the felt and draw a pattern. Don’t spend to much time on this. I alway go back and trim as I go to make the face the way I want it.
Trace and cut! Don’t forget to fold your fabric.
First place the ears and cheeks behind the face piece. Sew along the edges of where they meet. Trim any extra. The lashes really gives this critter life. Play around with different configurations. Then sew them on.
Second: pin your new sewn face on the one of the bases, pin the nose on top. Sew down the nose.
Third: Measure you elastic to the size of your head. Pin one side of the elastic between the full face and second base, sew all layers together. Put your mask over your face to get the right length of the elastic. Pin and sew elastic on the other side as done before. SO now you have the elastic sew on either side. Now sew all the outer edges shut. I only sewed the top of the head and down the sides. His cheeks are detached, which I like. You will get double stitch lines in some parts. Work it whatever way works for you. It’s mainly to scare people off when you are trying to catch some Zzz’s.
Case and point of the sleep mask in action. My loving man snapped this of me the other day, fully enjoying my mid-afternoon cat nap.
The evolution of ones personal style happens naturally with age, income or drastic climate change. Until high school I wore my Catholic uniform everyday then to only change into my leotard and tights in the evenings (i was a hardcore ballerina). High school and college was a great time for me to experiment but had limited funds resulting in a lot of thrift/vintage finds. What am I saying college and high school?!? It really still applies today. My point is: vintage clothes have a defined waist. Especially garments from the 50′s and 60′s which I gravitated towards. But times, they are a changing. My new office mates are not so into the retro look and I’ve become inspired by the different shapes/textured outfits they have been showing up in. To call them sack dresses seems a little harsh, I would say they are more oversized. Leaving room for arms and legs to be highlighted and they also look damn comfy, yet chic. Now, I have yet to actually wear one. That could be the game changer. I may fall under the pressure of old habit and belt it up.
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When it comes to my diet I don’t have a lot of restrictions. Sure living in LA for the past 6 years has put a half on my midwestern tendencies to eat potatoes at every meal but that’s not to say I will not indulge. For instance getting down on some homemade fried chicken and sweet tea vodka arnold palmers for last nights Braking Bad opener (OMG! did you see it?). But during the week I can get a tad bit lazy about eating anything for dinner besides maybe a handful of grapes. The main reason being my man works until midnight and I hate making meals just for me. Now that I am about to hit a major life moment (turning 30 in October) I am more aware of my body not reacting in ways I would like. To say, I don’t feel as fit as I should. My solution to eating more well rounded is to make a big portion of protein (chicken or fish) at the start of the week, chop some veggies and fruit to have ready for a big old salad for my supper. Not a lot of effort, saves me money and I am not a hAngry. Tonights (I type as I chomp): Salmon, cucumber, strawberries, avocado, hardboiled egg, granny smith apple with a sprinkle of feta cheese. yum! SpoonForkBacon, my all time favorite food blog, has this grapefruit with goat cheese rounds that looks right up my ally. Now I know that my big salad for dinner isn’t ground breaking in the foodie world but it’s a big deal for me!
To sketch is to dream; to let your imagination run wild. Not to be perfect but to experiment. I am smitten with the art of Amy van Luijk. I’ve always love to draw long loose lines/overlapping the thoughts that make it come real. I really must do it more.
Yesterday was just one of those days. Where you feel overwhelmed by everything and no one will fully understand what you are going through. Driving home at the end of the day I had set plans of eating ice cream for dinner and sulking on the couch but then it all changed. My upstairs neighbors had piled unwanted furniture on the curb ready for picking. I spied a beautiful mid-century queen sized headboard with retracting cupboards. Prefect. I wasted no time hauling my new treasure into my bedroom then to step back and feel like the room had a total makeover. Such a simple thing made the biggest difference. On all those different levels. Taking a survey of my furniture I realized that the majority has been side-of-the-road picked from over the years. And it’s all pretty great, not 100% exactly what I would have chosen but all free. This cedar chest above for example. Mint condition cast off that I paid a homeless man $5 to help me load it in my hatchback. The point of my rant: spaces/people take time. It’s the collection of stories and things that make it all come together in the end. You may ask why there is no picture of the headboard. Well, that would mean I would have to make my bed and style it. PLUS the lighting in my room is terrible. And another thing, this photo was from one of my first ever styled shoots. Looking back I kind of cringe but have learned so much since.