Moving to a new place means apartment hunting, which is slightly stressful. I’m mostly looking at renovated apartments in old Victorian buildings and crossing my fingers that something perfect turns up. It also means that I get to decorate a new place. And it’s not just a college apartment…this is an upgrade. My first grown up place and I want my room to feel like my sanctuary....
we haven't located us yet.
I’m gonna feel like shit tomorrow. That’s ok with me. Whatever happens in the end, I don’t want to lose you as my friend. I promise. I will never be your friend, no matter what. Ever.
a big change is on the horizon.
After spending the last 4 years of my life in Southern California wearing cutoff shorts 70% of the time, pretending to go to school, pulling all nighters just for fun, and spending every waking moment with who I am positive are the most amazing people on this earth, the time has come for something new. It’s bittersweet but I am very much ready to move on from college and conquer something...
i'll be wearing ribbons down my back this summer.
perhaps the most disappointing thing about the movie industry is the death of classic musicals. i suppose that musicals nowadays couldn’t be considered ‘classics’ anyways, but i still firmly believe that 20 years from now, moulin rouge (as good as it is) will not elicit the same blissful feelings that watching hello dolly or meet me in st. louis currently do. another thing long...
During my blogging hiatus, NY, Paris, Milan, and London all had Fall/Winter 11 Fashion Week. OOPSIES good timing on my part! The downside is that I didn’t get to express my LOVE for the shows that I…loved. So, if you would, allow me to take this time to draw your attention to Marchesa’s Fall 11 collection and explain why fashion gets to me. The creative directors explained the...