Eye candy for the man hungry

Too funny. I find humor to be the sexiest trait ever, so it's no surprise that the men I'm most attracted to at this table are Jimmy Kimmel and John Krazinski (who is painfully adorable here).

the sweetest engagement.

steering you here because I nearly fainted from too much cuteness.

little goals

It can be hard to focus on your own flaws sometimes, particularly those that aren't immediately apparent when you look in the mirror (sure, we all want smaller noses and flatter guts) but here we are, months after New Years and I find myself as determined as ever to make some improvements.

So here they are, because I believe putting goals in writing will hold me more accountable.
1. say "like" less
2. take more pictures
3. stop (jokingly of course) threatening friends with death
4. tell John how much I appreciate him more, and while I'm at it, kiss him more
5. try to hold onto my money
6. stop hoarding
7. wake up earlier...go to bed earlier.
8.rotate the millions of shoes I own and stop wearing the same 4 pairs because I don't feel like putting them away.
9. say no.
10. but don't feel bad about saying yes (especially to ice cream)

No, never could I leave you

I've been feeling dreamy and romantic lately, and this song always makes my knees buckle. If you ever want to make me cry, play me this.

I love the aesthetic quality of this movie- medievel times meets the 1960s- strikes all the right nerves with me.

What's in a name?

Would you name your house?

It's such a romantic tradition that seems to be lost in the past, and so many of my favorite characters from literature and history lived in grand estates with equally grand titles. Maxim had Manderley, Scarlett had Tara, Jefferson had Monticello.

So when I dream of my future home I imagine giving it a name that suits its individuality and presence. It won't be a big house but it will have a warmth and dignity where friends always feel welcome and say in passing, "Oh, we're headed to....tonight".

Elsewhere

Recently, I've woken up with a great desire to kick my town in the shins and flee. I love my house and the people surrounding me but I've got restless leg syndrome of a sort-perhaps it's more akin to restless soul syndrome. It hurts my wanderlustful heart to see these pictures of Iceland:


The other worldly Northern lights


Numerous waterfalls


To take a stroll through town...


Or seek some solitude in this incredible, secluded house.
I die!

short hair

more summer hair inspiration.


I have no idea where I got this picture, if you have the source you can email me.

Cute Food.

Thanks to one of my favorite magazines, Bon Appetit, I found my way to the site Cutest Food. Enjoy these:

Alice in Wonderland cupcakes

eggs in a basket!

Letter Cookies

Read anything good lately?

I am currently taking suggestions for books. I just finished Tess of the D'Urbervilles which broke my heart every time I turned a page. Now I'm reading Breakfast at Tiffany's by Truman Capote and while dissimilar to the movie, no one, today or ever would play a better Holiday Golightly than Miss Hepburn. She is wonderful as the intriguing character.

What are you reading? I'd love to hear!

moi je joue

dreaming of flowy dresses and parfum that smells like Spring.


Sophia Coppola's wonderfully washed-out ad for Miss Dior Cherie.

I'll gamble away my fright

Wow. Can you believe Zach Condon (singer/songwriter/mastermind) of Beirut is barely 23? Just...wow.