I'm ECSTATIC. 2010 is going to be a GOOD year.
Stevie Nicks, my 2009 heart belongs to you.
2009 has been a quite the year for me. Quite the year. It's been adjective after adjective, namely challenging, exciting, troublesome, happy happy happy, disappointing and mostly just, as always, a total giggle-attack. While I'd really prefer to not add an extra layer of sentimentality here, I do think that a one Miss Stevie Nicks played a notable role in the last 365 days of my life. Thank you to Cat Party and my well-versed-in-the-ways-of-The-Dance pals for this. It's been nice to remember the 16 year old version of Lindsay, laying on the floor of her bedroom worshiping Tusk.
These are the 3 songs that have meant the most to me this year:
Storms
These are the 3 songs that have meant the most to me this year:
Storms
(Always always always always)
Leather and Lace
(Listen through to the very end A) because you should and B) because I want so badly to attend a Stevie Nicks-curated garage sale: 'Believe me, when I stop singing, I'm gonna' have a garage sale like you're not gonna' believe. We're talking chiffon, chiffon, and more chiffon.')
Silver Springs
(DUH!)
As Dorie, THE BEST YOGA TEACHER IN THE WHOLE WORLD, says, 'May we honor our past and face our future with intention.' And, also, let's all cross our fingers that Bruce Springsteen will be my 2010 boyfriend.
As Dorie, THE BEST YOGA TEACHER IN THE WHOLE WORLD, says, 'May we honor our past and face our future with intention.' And, also, let's all cross our fingers that Bruce Springsteen will be my 2010 boyfriend.
I desperately need this in my house, for multiple reasons...
a.) It's cute and colorful.
b.) My life is disorderly, and I could use this as a reminder.
c.) It would look swell with the Lizzie I already own.
P.S. It also comes in Linzo purple!
b.) My life is disorderly, and I could use this as a reminder.
c.) It would look swell with the Lizzie I already own.
P.S. It also comes in Linzo purple!
My New (old) Hat
I also got my paws on this new (old) hat that my Nana knit for my father sometime in the mid eighties. It's a lovely, neutral, subtly marled wine-olive drab-tan-awesome shade, and I just want to wear it everyday, forever. In fact, I didn't remove it for the entirety of Christmas day. I probably have dozens of hats that my grandmother has knit for me and my family over the years, but this one is the very best. And I don't even really do hats.
A Box of Magic
Apparently, my father was at an estate sale a few weeks ago on the hunt for old handtools. However, it quickly became apparent that he was tool-shopping at the home of a deceased old maid who was quite tooless. Just as he was about to skeedadle, it dawned on him that his daughter is a lover of all things old-maid. He hit on the motherload in the basement where he found clotheslines dripping from floor to ceiling with doilies, table runners, placemats and other, beautiful old linens. He picked these few for me knowing that they'd be right up my alley. When I opened up my box on Christmas morning, I, quite literally, gasped, squealed, stood up, paced, sat back down, and squealed a bit more. Doilies are now hanging from every chair and resting on every free surface I can find in my apartment, which are few and far between.
A good doily sort of makes me want to pass out. The End.
A good doily sort of makes me want to pass out. The End.
It has come to my attention that I love this t.shirt.
'Stitched on triangles are recycled cotton from different vintage tees. Hand dyed.'
Done & Done
I don't carry purses.
Every time I peruse the bag selection over at Beklina, I am reminded of how rad I think this recycled leather Manimal bag is. And, of how I love to make grand blanket statements that don't always hold up in the face of fringe and suede.
The Polly was once a kitten.
I stumbled across this long forgotten video of Miss Polls this morning on the internet superhighway. These days, she's chubby, ornery, and disinterested; perhaps our long-ago torturing was not the best of plans.
Pollygirl, I love you!
This may or my not be on its way to me from Springfield, Missoura.
Rachel had this made for me at the airbrushing kiosk in her local (hillbilly) mall. I am giddy, giddy, for its arrival next week. Please note that the heart-dotted 'i' was a special request on my part and is not standard 'i'-dotting protocol.
Sometimes, life is so so so good.
If A, then B.
A. I heart navy.
B. I heart the midnight blue Rachel Comey penpal boot, very much so.
I dream of wearing only navy slash denim for the rest of my days. I believe it can happen, starting with the appropriate footwear.
Happy Happy Happy Happy Holidays!
While my Christmas morning was not filled with Barbies or kittens or dollhouses or paper dolls, as every 26-year-old naturally dreams, I did receive a RAD package stuffed full of estate-sale doilies from my Father*. A lovely Christmas surprise, indeed!
*I'll very likely attempt to take a few shots of my doilies tomorrow, as they're rather awesome.
Hello, My Name is Lindsay.
Hot damn! These antique embroidered slash monogrammed badges from Switzerland are really, really, really killer. AND, were I to make a guesstimate, I'd say that there are something like a squillion to choose from. I sort of want to get all of the styles and cover everything I own in lacy, saccharine Ls.
And, ZOMG RACHEL, the Linzo-Rachel-Gals-Fun-Club officially has its logo. It's a Christmas miracle!
Dear Juan,
If I were a gadrillionaire, I'd have gotten you this beauuutiful Billy Kirk tote bag.
As it is, I'm no such thing, and pretty, leather tote bags aren't really in the cards.
So, hows about some laughter? Memories? Unflattering photos of the two of us that well represent our lovely little friendship?
Love love love, Linzo
PS. If you so desire, I will banish these from the public view. We look sort of like ogres. Ogres having the BEST of times!
I would like to recieve this on Friday.
If only because the feline looks suspiciously like a one Ramona Jane Crammond.
Bona Drag, you do it right.
Agnes, Queen of Sorrow
My Momma watches this, and sings along, every day. Which, I think, makes her a total cuteface.
Linzo's Daily Wisdom
If you think it's possible that you might look ridiculous, use peace signs to distract your audience.
Jennifer, thank you for capturing this fine moment.
Townes Van Zandt is so damn awesome.
This is just because I felt like taking a minute to spread the good word.
(And also because, evidently, Townes had a really KILLER eye for shirting.)
And a bit of Nanci Griffith-sings-Townes Van Zandt because it's so so nice.
I love you, TVD.
I'm not much for film.
But, boy oh boy, I am super geeked for Crazy Heart! It is a sheer impossibility that this is not going to be the best thing I have seen this year. Who wants to take a bet that this film'll make me cry and cry and cry? The soundtrack includes Townes Van Zandt; that's enough to get the weeping going.
I may or may not have gotten my grubby little paws on 'The Weary Kind,' the growling theme song by Ryan Bingham, and I may or may not be listening to it on repeat this slushy December evening.
Mama needs a new party dress...
The Eve of the New Year is upon us, and I need a new outfit! What I really want is the black wool Built by Wendy dress from last fall below, but, unfortunately, I'm no time-traveler. Apparently, I am also the only person on the internet who even cares about that dress, because I cannot find a single, decent picture of it other than this teensy one straight from the mouth of Built by Wendy (IT HAS GIGANTIC SHOULDER BOWS! HOW WAS NO ONE ELSE BLOWN AWAY BY ITS GENIUS?!?).
Maybe the answer is a new ruffled-plaid-partay-OUTFIT?
Maybe the answer is a new ruffled-plaid-partay-OUTFIT?
Teensy Terrariums!
A. I like miniature things.B. I like plants.
C. I especially like succulents.
D. I love these TEENSY, TINY, DOLLFACED TERRARIUMS by Tortoise Loves Donkey on Etsy!!! So many exclamation points are necessary!
I have a little shelf in my bathroom where I've amassed a stockpile of bottles & jewels & glass ashtrays & bunny-themed butter dishes & plant cuttings. I think about 17 of these little guys all lined up would a fine addition to the collection.AND AND AND, the Air Plant of the Month Club! What a fitting gift for the blond-bobbed, plaid-loving gal in your life! (Just a hypothetical.)
Kate, thank you for bringing these to my attention. I, quite literally, squealed and squirmed in my seat as I read your gift guide.
Dear Moneybags,
I'm going to need you to go ahead and buy me the following:
(Conveniently, they are all on sale.)
Overalls ... Chambray ... Navy flatsAnd, DUH, I need some boots to go with my new coveralls!
Foot warmthXOXOX multiplication, Linzo
School's out! Let's party!
I insisted upon getting some class photos earlier in the week. The awk thing about being the teacher is that A) my students demand that I take front & center in all of the photos and B) I'm considerably taller than most of the folks in the class. This all leads to uncomfortable crouching and bending over and bruised knees and tons of weird group shots. I thought the above picture was, at least, reasonably attractive.
Anyway, all of this is a roundabout way of saying that I love my students. And that I am lucky to know them.
DREAMS REALLY DO COME TRUE!
Ladies Carhartt lined coveralls! Best Christmas in the history of Christmases! I am going to be SO TOASTY this holiday season!
Really. This is for real. I don't care if these things are absurd. As a lady-of-the-city who walks 25 minutes to and fro work daily in an infinitely windy slash frigid place, I need warmth at all times. At my age, it's all over from here on out anyway, right? Enter fathers and pre-Christmas giving and CARHARTT.
Thumbs WAY up.
(Also: I guess I wear this shirt a bit often.)
That is 
A Meditation on the Tote Bag.
What I really, really, really want is a Fjallraven Kanken backpack in Uncle Blue or Purple (OR BOTH!?), but that seems about a thousand steps in the wrong direction in terms of sophistication.
Now, I'm hauling all of my shit around in this Sanna Annukka tote from Rachel. At first, I wasn't particulary jazzed about it; it was all bright and website-bearing and big. But, since, the silkscreen has faded a bit, and it's grown on me.I'm also pretty madly in love with the following:
Pocket Tote in Glacier, Shabd(I also still desperately want one of her leotards, but that's a conversation for another day.)
Black Rose Army Tote Bag, Lover
Hand-Printed Tote Bag, Mociun + CorwinMaybe I should just get all of them and wear them all together at the same time. Everyday. Forever.
Why not yell it off the rooftops: 'I love a good tote bag! I'm not refined enough for a real lady-purse!'?
Or, maybe this is the answer: A HYBRID MUFF-MITT-PLAID-CLUTCH-PURSE-AWESOME-THINGY from Rachel Comey. A jack-of-all-purses, if you will.
Insies.
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