The 1990s Garden

These were headed for the trash at work so I saved them and took them home. The blue cover is from 1993 and the orange is from 1991. The illustrations may seem juvenile to sophisticated design-minded folks living in 2008, but I think they're witty and very striking. Computers in the forest! Words in the garden!

I'm headed off to the D2E convention -- will post about that in a few days.

Vintage Spring

Apparently Pod in Brookline Village has replenished their stock of vintage Swiss botanical postcards.



I plan on stopping by to check them out this week. I have a few plant-lovers in mind who might appreciate these beauties. They're mighty colorful!

lines & shapes connect us

I've added a subscription to lines & shapes to my very long wish-list.

Imagined life #2

Another wonderful house tour at Apartment Therapy. This one's in Chicago. And of course, I'm impressed and envious.

Jabba who?

Dear Randy Jackson,

Thank you for presenting America's Best Dance Crew. I'm a fan.

My sister, who is a dancer and not a dance-floor-spaz like me, is also a fan. She knows her stuff.

And we both like JabbaWockeeZ. I know I should favor the Boston crew, Status Quo, but JabbaWockeeZ have left me smitten.

Now Mr. Jackson, a few questions.

Where do these crew names come from? I want to know. Did I miss this in an earlier episode?

And will you please ask your judges and host to stop being so condescending to the female dancers? They are not "girls," they're women. And while you're at it, put the kibosh on this kind of shit: "you girls danced like men, and I respect that." What?? It looked to me like they danced like...dancers.

Many thanks,
D

Memories of Utah, part 2

More Wasatch Mountain Range.


Fun signs and beautiful skies.


More beautiful skies.


Colorful bike racks in SLC.


Flags for cross walks in SLC.


Meat!

Memories of Utah

August 2007

Sweets at Les Madeleines in Salt Lake City.


Hiking and camping in Lone Peak Wilderness, part of the Wasatch Mountain Range.


Eating delicious rice pudding with my lovely sister at Pudding on the Rice in Provo.


Magical graffiti in SLC.


Unique gravestones at small cemetery outside Provo.

Vignettes

It begins and ends with a cat...

say hi to....new dress*

*I'm feeling inspired by Daul Kim!

Thank you, Mandy, for this:

A beautiful black and brown checkered vintage dress from Savers.
And it fits! Radical!

say hi to...daul kim

Thank you fashionverbatim for introducing me to Daul Kim's blog!

http://www.iliketoforkmyself.blogspot.com/

I like to fork myself! This girl is f*ing awesome. I truly enjoy seeing her in shows (via style.com, of course) but I had no idea she was so damn fun and funny. Argh! Watch out for Daul!



And I love her posts. Check out "say hi to...rick owens".
Oh Daul. If I were a fashion designer, I'd totally let you open my show!

Imagined life

Oh my goodness. Please check out the house tour of Jill Pilotte's beautiful house on Apartment Therapy. This is how I want to live.

Down with lawns!

The most recent issue of The New York Times Style Magazine is brimming with good stuff! I was most inspired by the article on Fritz Haeg, an architect who founded Edible Estates, which "proposes that homeowners banish grassy vanity lawns and replace them with harvestable gardens." Right on!

As I read about Haeg's projects I could picture a house that I lived in as a pre-teen in Southern California. This house had a massive backyard and frontyard, both of which were covered in neon green grass, definitely not native to the chaparral of Riverside County. If only my parents had done what Haeg does, that is, take a rototiller to those unnatural lawns and plant crops in their place.

I realize as I type this that I may feel so passionate about Haeg's work because I mowed both of those massive lawns at least once a month for 5 years. In any case, Edible Estates seems a brilliant idea!

Parisacooper, yah?

I've recently come across the blog of Nisa Risa Parisacooper. I like her blog and I love her style.


Very cool, sometimes androgynous, a little sexy, and a lot laid back. I envy her pixie cut. And we share an adoration of Emmanuelle Alt.

A shameful return...

I've been neglectful to this lil' ole blog of mine. I'm ashamed, not so much of my blatant neglect, but of the fact that I've found so much inspiration in blogs, websites, articles, and so much more lately, and I am not spreading any of that inspiration.

I've been lazy. So. Consider this the beginning of multiple "inspiration" posts. This is fair warning.

Parker Posey made me cry

I don't have a whole lot of money for entertainment these days, so I get my kicks from checking out movies from the library. The local branch has a decent collection and it forces me to pick out movies I might not choose if I went to the video store.

Here are my most recent library picks:

Broken English

Parker Posey was fabulous, of course. She was surprisingly convincing as a 30-something woman looking for love, hopeful but not completely desperate, a little guarded and closed-off, and full of anxiety. Her character was real and unpredictable, nuanced and thankfully not a cliche. And her mom was played by the equally fabulous Gena Rowlands. Justin Theroux was a pleasant surprise. I didn't know he was in this film, and he played a douchebag quite well.

Arsenic and Old Lace

My high school performed this my senior year. It's a fun play. Cary Grant is charming; Peter Lorre is perfectly neurotic. This movie, however, drove me nuts. It's pace is frenetic and frustrating.

Ah, but Cary Grant. Isn't he dreamy?