From artist Jez Burrows
Author: approximately
I feel so defeated by life right now…just…lost.
Every day is another chance and they’re just slipping through my fingers.
SFAM Wednesday
via Garance Doré, another awesome fashion blog!
This week’s Sister From Another Mister is Odine, a classy lady I found through Garance Doré’s blog (girlfriend of The Sartorialist) This woman is amazing for many reasons aside from her curls (which is a given): She’s rocking about seven colors (one of them being a PASTEL pant…I mean, that takes grace if you’re under 65) and still looks so darn pulled together. She’s effortlessly walks the fine line between looking like she walked out of the ’80s, and being supa-stylish. I have a pair of glasses like hers — they were my mom’s in the ’80s, I think. I look like a fool in them. She looks elusive and brilliant.
I think I love this woman so much because she has the long curly hair that I always wanted, but could never grow (my hair only grows in width, not in length) and her palette says “It’s cool, I’m loud and classy,” instead of “Your older sister had a Caboodle that matches my outfit.” Well-played, SFAM.
b-e-a-utiful news
Yesterday I got together with my good friend Paul, one of several roadtrip partners-in-crime (you know who you are!) to discuss a trip we’re planning for this summer.
The discussion boiled down to one happy conclusion: We are going to California! Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!
Plans are pretty loose right now, but we’re hoping for late July. We’ll take a straight shot down to San Francisco — 26 hours, about 1800 miles. I had so much fun driving to the Bay with Adam last summer (and taking the LONG, scenic route!) that this excursion is definitely something I can look forward to and work toward.
Once I finish school in a few weeks…all my worries can temporarily melt away and I can start dreaming of the wonderful company, ocean, steep hills, and good times that await in the West. Until then, I’ll be doing the school thing…
xx
j
b + f + a
Announcing my upcoming BFA project: 2D+3D. It’s going to be…wild.
More details to follow in the next…year.
projects. lists. holidays. reminisces. ramblings.
I’ve been plugging away at quite a few projects lately…C has been passing me work left and right for anything from wine shops to cleaning businesses in California. The work is time-consuming, but I’m loving it and getting in a few new projects for my portfolio. It’s win-win.
I just put together a list of everything I have to finish before the end of the semester…holy…crap. It’s not pretty. I just want to put life on pause, jump in my car and drive to, like…Alaska. Sit there for a few days and turn back around.
Aside from school, I’ve put in 2x my usual hours at work this past week. I thought I’d be able to make it back to my parents’ for the holiday, but false alarm! I’ve got to stick around F/M with my client, so I’ll be with her for Easter. I asked what she’d like to do on Sunday, and the first thing she said was, “NOT go to CHURCH!” Well…looks like we’ll be dying eggs and sleeping all afternoon…which doesn’t feel like Easter.
This will be my second Easter away from my family. The first time I missed spending it with family was in 2009, I won’t forget, I was in Ireland. I woke up on Easter morning in Belfast — there had been partying in the streets below my hostel all night. I jumped in a small, black cab with several other women, a few from Australia and South Africa, for a tour of the city. We saw what ruins the streets were in, and how badly Northern Irelands’ world had been torn by conflict between the Catholic and Protestant neighborhoods. When we returned to our bus to continue on to Dublin, the two Australian women had secretly placed a chocolate egg on each of our seats.
Later that evening in Dublin, I celebrated my arrival with the freshest Guinness beer and live music. The streets with throbbing with people! I had never spent a holiday as such, with so many strangers in such a foreign setting. I could not compare it to anything, and I couldn’t believe my fortune.
For more Ireland photos and writings, go here, my old European blog stomping grounds.
Sorry more Euro-rambling, but I dream of faraway places every day…
xx
j
when life gives you hands…
I am in love with this tote from Not Made In China! Handmade lettering and a good mission:
“Not Made In China fervently boycotts outsourcing and foreign manufacturers. Well, kinda. It’s more of a return to the handmade and DIY (design it yourself). And if you’re strapped for cash, looking for a unique gift or on a mission to make a smaller carbon footprint (because those tiny coal shoes didn’t work), then this is for you.”
Best of all, it’s only $12! Gotta get me one. Check out their shop!
sun sun sun
Trying really hard to get motivated again, and starting to pick up speed today! Here’s a little song that really perked me up…
unadulterated street fashion
>Check out< this blog of “unadulterated street fashion since 2007” — not quite the Sartorialist, but it’s still got a few gems. For example, this guy (I think suspenders are completely underrated).
barn. animals. barnyard animals.
Tonight I got to take one of my clients to her therapeutic horseback riding session on a farm 15 miles outside of Moorhead. It was really neat!
This is Kelly, the farm dog I met in the stable while my client was riding. The best thing about Kelly was when he sat down and wagged his tail, he’d sweep away all the dirt around him!
That’s all for tonight. I need to have a SUPER successful day tomorrow to get back on track. Big big time.
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