Hats

These some rad sisters with some rad hats. Check it:

She know she look good!

more here

Cruze Farm Girl!

Recently (and by "recently" I mean probably, August) a girl came into the store where I work.  She was obviously in Charleston for work as she wore a name badge on her ice cream sandwich-print dress (for sale here and TOO cute).  She said she worked for Cruze Dairy and after some quick investigation I found their adorable website: cruzefarmgirl.com  Their products look delicious--apparently they're known for their buttermilk and there are plenty of photos of ice cream and yummy looking smoothie drinks--and their employees have literally the cutest uniforms, maybe ever: 

I have always wished that Charleston had a local dairy and I'm super jealous of all the folks in Knoxville who get to enjoy all of Cruze Farm's treats. Yet another reason to plan a visit to Tennessee, and soon!

(Top photo by Peter Frank Edwards for a Conde Nast feature on the South's "culinary boom"--also features Charleston favorites like Bowen Island! Check it out here.)

Lena Dunham watches 1900 House. . .

. . . increasing her greatness approximately 71%.


Also--relevant and phunnie:

Sweet Picture

Swann's Solo

It's the freakin' weekend. . .

. . .and that's Marcel Proust playing air guitar on a tennis racket, c. 1892.

via

Whale

The cold weather is messing with my sensibilities.

I feel strangely insular and apt to lose track of time--and myself--in the minutiae of any given task.  Case in point: the above whale on which I spent far too much time, to memorialize a favorite line of "tv poetry," (which sure, isn't a thing, but whatever).

Also, as to my recent discovery of CVS brand peanut butter filled pretzel nuggets? -- Lord, Denise.

Sew Amazin

Alright,  so I'm emerging from my laziness cocoon to post about this lady's blog:

This summer I began watching Mad Men which resulted in me rabidly consuming the entire 4 seasons on Netflix and becoming obsessed.  Of course I fancy myself a Peggy Olson, and it was in searching through image banks Peggy's costumes for Halloween ideas that I found Julia Bobbin's blog.  The quality of the replica clothing she makes is pretty impressive, and they're all made for fun in between working her 9-5 job--inspiring!

Happy Monday!

Here's Jason Schwartzman talking to a puppet:

Le kitty-kat

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I need these shorts.  

But first I need to:

1. Work it out and tone 'em up.

2.  Get schoolwork under control to facilitate d.i.y-ing them.

Shorts found here

Happy Monday

Here is a baby reciting Billy Collins:

Twitticisms

I'm thinking of getting a twitter solely for the ability to follow this girl's tweets.  (Full girl-crush post to come).

J.J. Isidore Grandville

In the research I'm doing for my bachelor's essay, I came across the early 19th century french caricaturist J.J. Isidore Grandville.  Besides having a bitchin' name, he did amazing illustrations of animals as caricatures of the bourgeoisie figures of his day. Now, I love a good anthropomorphic engraving, and his are some of the most evocative I've every seen:

All images from here

Girl Scout Cookies

So, the other day was a good day:

Girl Scout Cookies were in!  In the pauses between devouring all four boxes, I realized something I had never payed attention to before.  Despite additions to the cookie types, (lemon ginger?,) and re-imagining of their names, ("Samoas"became "Caramel Delights", "Tagalongs" became "Peanut Butter Patties,") one thing hasn't changed as long as I can remember:  

The box photos!  It struck me that the photos haven't been changed since the early-mid 1990s(check out those scrunchy-headbands in the first photo).  This memorialization of my childhood made me happy until I thought of how sad it will feel when they replace the photos.   

Preach Mister!

"I've known many women with this girl's story and what I went through in that transition to adult-hood is thankfully missing that added layer of misery that comes from having to accept what the society at large says is the definition of attractiveness is not something they can attain. For guys, we can entertain notions that we can be funny, bad asses, powerful, rich and musicians to get women.
But what do girls like Lena Dunham tell themselves when it becomes clear that their physical maturity has arrived and they're stuck with their genetics?"                                                                                           
                                                            --Left in response to this which, oddly                                                                                     enough, provoked an interesting discussion on                                                                       women in comedy/the media

But seriously. . .

Her name is "Purrrfect."

OMG

Catching up after a busy week

After a busy/productive week I'm finally finding the time to catch up on posts a little.  I am heading into my spring break which will be spent working on my bachelor's essay and (hopefully) procuring a dress for graduation--whether by making one or finding one to buy.  But to make up for lost time here are some bits and pieces of interest:

These might be the best looking grilled cheese sandwiches ever.

I'm thinking I should work backwards from shoe-choice to dress choice for graduation. Here are contenders  un, deux, and trois(um, if money wasn't an object.)

This just goes to show how hilarious this guy is, and how shockingly eloquent-when-drunk.  And makes me miss Bored to Death :(

I also just saw Pedro Almodovar's The Skin I Live In, which was CRAZY, deeply disturbing, but somehow still beautiful.  I guess I would recommend it?

 


Image of "Dejeuner sur L'herbe" a la mode de Bow Wow Wow courtesy of Meerae via Sarae.  

Best Part of. . .

Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World:

Aaaaaaaah! Somebody buy me this, quick!