Vonlenksa Vintage, I'm totally picking up what you're laying down.
VDC
Through the magic of unadultered internet clicking last night, I bumped into this little shop. Now, I can't really be sure of much here because A) I don't read French & B) I'm not even certain that that is French. Nor am I clear about how much anything costs as I'm not good with conversions. However, I am quite satisfied in saying that I need dress number A, else this summer will be a total bust.
I didn't know things of such awesomeness existed!!!
Thanks to Kate & Megan, I now know that QUARTER-HOLDING-PENDANT-NECKLACE-THINGIES really do exist. I'm not being at all smart-alecky when I say that I have been serrrriously searching for some sort of laundry-money storage device for the past 4 years. Last weekend at a garage sale, Rachel picked up a little beaded, Native American souvenir, thunderbird neck pouch for hers, and I was ten kinds of jealous. Not now, Rachel. Not now.
This is right up my alley.
Hands!
There's something about teensy objects strung about a necklace that will never fail to amuse and delight me. As such, these Sisbro Design porcelain hand necklaces elicited a jump, squeal, and little leg dance from me on this Friday evening.
Mociun Fall 2010
Caitlin Mociun has just put up a few beautiful images of her Fall 2010 collection on her new blog. My (ever-eloquent) thoughts on the matter: 'Guuuhhhuuakjfiadj;fjdsakluh!!! GOOD!!!' Are those smokey swirls? Topography? Oysters? Whirlpools of loooove?
Any which way, I am quite reminded of this Hound top that I've been angst-ing over all spring.
You designers are going to make a PAUPER out of me.
(And, PS!, Does this not want to make you get married, like, this afternoon?!?)
Speaking of backpacks...
If I was a thousandaire & had $299 to drop on a backpack, I'd absolutley, 100%, right now buy Rachel Comey's tarpalin pack instead of the Baggu number. I glove it. Also avail here.
Happy Bachelor's Degree, Rachel!
Today, May 15, 2010, a one Miss Rachel Coulter becomes a Lady Bachelor of the Arts! AND, to commemorate said gigundo occasion, she's slapped together this deliriously adorable announcement!
Of course, like a schmuck, I'm not in Chicago this weekend to cheer her on at the graduation ceremony slash make fun of her cap & gown. So, here goes nothing:
'Ra ra ra, Rachel! Way to graduate from art school! Wooooooh! Ra ra raaaaaa!'
Way to get your diploma, dude!
Goodbye, City!
Photo by a one Mr. Brian Bonenberger
I'm off to a farm in Kalamazoo, Michigan this weekend wherein I'll partake in some beers from Bell's, goof off in a day long soap-making class with my Mumsie, and watch my Dad cooper (or pour molten metal into cinderblock molds? I don't remember which man-class he's taking...) Bye bye, Chicago! See you on Monday!
Do I go crazy-sassy-Linzo or monotone-navy-Linzo?
Since the recent demise-by-salad-dressing-leakage of my awesome, supple, vintage, irreplaceable leather Norwegian Daypack, I've been considering the favorite Baggu canvas backpack as a cheap bandaid. The questions becomes: Do I go ocean or do I go navy? Do I go (relatively) color crazy or do I stick to my uniform color scheme? Please advise.
Make way for the lady with the Illinois Identification Card!
Ladies and germs, it is official. After 4 years and 237 days in Chicago, I am finally a real, live resident of this fine state of Illinois. That's to say that I am an identification-card carrying, non-driving, voting member of the Land of Lincoln. 2 months worth of schlepping around to sorry government agencies and a new birth certificate, social security card, voter id, & 20 buckaroos later, I now, wholly and officially, have an identity in the state of Illinois. The picture-taker dude even let me smile for my big moment!!!
And, as it turns out, it is close to impossible to take a reasonable, information-less Photobooth shot of an ID:
It's been a big day today. A BIG BIG day.
Happy Mother's Day!
I love you, Mumma. So much, in fact, that I did not get you these Dover paper dolls even though I reallyreally wanted to.
Jeff Mangum. New Year's Eve. 1998.
I think I've just watched these about 6 times each.
I reallllllly like his sweater. A lot a lot a lot.
I want jewelry.
I was just thinking about how, if the cats really love me, they probably should get me a pair of Erica Weiner earrings for Mother's Day tomorrow. Just kidding. (They don't have opposable thumbs or credit cards or an Etsy account.) But if they had all of those things, then I'd expect a pair of earrings and breakfast in bed. Or a necklace. Or, you know, a phone call and a card. Something.
(HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TOMORROW, MOM! I LOVE YOU.)
Welp, this is amazing.
Dudley would be all kinds of jazzed (and precious) prancing around in Adventureland, I can tell you that right now.
American Apparel now sells lace tees.
Despite the description 'A sexy loose-fitting t shirt in lace...', I think they're all kind of waaaaay aweeeesome.
Dear Woolly Pockets,
I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you.
The End.
(I realllllllly want a Camel Hair Wally One for my living room. Or a Wally Three for that matter.)
Hello, Crammond!
I am waaaaaay excited about this series of SUPER RAD letterpressed signs that Rachel made for my Pops & I! Apparently, she pulled the letters for our last name 'Crammond' from a smorgasboard-mixed-up-crazy-vintage-font drawer, and the A & M were are so old that they disintegrated all over the place as she used them. She did a bunch for us, the coolest of which are pressed on wood veneer and, sadly, don't photograph so well. I've got one to emblazen on my front door & another for my Dad's woodshop!
Thanks, Rachel! You da bomb!
Thanks, Rachel! You da bomb!
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