You guys, I got new socks! This makes me very excited because I love socks. I mean, honestly, is there anything better than a bright and beautiful pair of socks to put an extra bounce in your step?
Last week, I was snooping on Jeana Sohn and my heart flip-flopped for joy when she posted about her friend’s sock company, Hansel from Basel. Purchasing new socks has been on my to-do list since autumn but I was having trouble finding a company that makes high quality socks but also maintains that charm and unique perspective that makes special socks really special. I wanted to find a designer that loves socks with a wide variety of colors and styles. Hansel from Basel is just what I was looking for. I love that they’re based in L.A. and employ creative marketing tactics, like a sock of the month club, to connect with customers and reinforce loyalty.
When packing yesterday I took my bin of socks and threw almost all of them away and it felt so good! I then replaced them with my lovely new socks, void of holes or yucky threadbare patches. I am very very excited to wear my new socks and show them off- especially those polka-dot beauties!
Have a great weekend, dear reader! I’m going to DC to visit my bff Brent and will be back on Tuesday. See you then!
It’s been a long day of sorting through things, wondering why I still have them, throwing most of them away, and packing what little remains into boxes. It’s amazing how much stuff we accumulate in our lives, and how much of it is left unused and unloved. It’s also amazing how much totally useless stuff we hold onto- buttons, ripped hosiery, dried-up pens and cocktail napkins full of notes that long ago lost their meaning. I’m doing my best to put aside my nostalgia and throw as much stuff as possible away, and so far I think I’m doing a mighty fine job.
Moving forward, I’m dedicated to the idea of buying from artisans. Whether it be a table or a t-shirt, I want to focus on buying goods that are made with love by someone who is passionate about their craft. I also want to focus on buying local, which is something I try to always do already. I like supporting local boutiques, restaurants, vendors at farmers markets, and artisans. I’m passionate about helping unique small businesses succeed, and part of that is by using my purchasing power to make sure they do just that- succeed.
After a long day of packing, my back is aching (I’m pathetic) and I’d like to settle into a comfortable pub for a couple rounds of drinks and cards. In fact, I think that’s exactly what I’m going to do. Cheers!
Many happy returns to our dear friend Tobi who celebrated his thirty-whatever birthday last night. And many thanks to Hungry Mother for the carrot bundt cake. We were all like who eats bundt cake anymore? and then it came out and we were like, ohhhh, we eat bundt cake. Yum yum yum!
Last night, I had the great pleasure of attending my friend Samantha House‘s jewelry party at Persona Jewelry in the Hotel Commonwealth. My dear friends at Avanti Salon did the hair (great job, Rob, Jill & Alex!) and a local fashion designer named Jessica LePrevost made the most elaborate paper dresses and hats I’ve ever seen (she only suffered two paper cuts throughout the entire process- I asked). That being said, I really haven’t seen too many paper clothes in my day, but I can assure you that Jessica’s creations made my heart skip a beat.
Samantha, with her cotton-candy pink hair and easy laugh, is a spirited designer with a really unique perspective. Her pieces catch the eye and make a statement, and in the very least will start a conversation about how badass and beautiful they are. I love her rough wire-work, her super-long earrings and am obsessed with the Carissa Necklace, which I would totally wear with barely-there tank tops in the summer and tight knit turtlenecks when the weather is cooler.
It’s so inspiring to see local designers putting on events like this, and I’m incredibly honored to have been a part of it! Congratulations to Samantha on a super-successful party and a major shout-out to the models who were WERQing the ‘ish out of those paper dresses!
I’ve started designing an ad that will appear in the September issue of Vogue. The stakes are high but I’m really excited to create something that will have such a huge audience! I’m also a little scared…
Speaking of Vogue, I’ve been really into The Fashion Fund lately. I find it incredibly inspiring to watch these designers with so much fire in their bellies work toward achieving their dream. Their world is one that is constantly balancing art and business, art and personal life, art and compromise, art and expectation. I really recommend checking out the series if you’re interested in fashion, but also if you’re an artist who is trying to bring your craft to the next level.
As a child, I fell in love with storytelling. At first, I thought that meant that I wanted to be a writer. After graduating from college with a literature degree, I thought writing was my only skill and resigned myself to the idea that I’d have to compromise my creativity and get a job writing things that I wasn’t interested in to pay the bills. It was a great day when I realized I could take my skills (of which I actually have many, silly me) and tell stories to strengthen brands. One morning I remember driving by a billboard and realizing someone wrote the silly slogan on the sign and thought to myself, everything you read is written, and for the first time ever I felt like I could take over the world.
I still have a lot of growing, hard work, and balancing to do before the world is at my feet but I don’t feel helpless as I once did so long ago*. Like the designers in The Fashion Fund, I’m willing to take a leap of faith even though I don’t always have every detail figured out and I’m excited to be building my career as a Brand Consultant even though I have yet to nail down my elevator pitch, my marketing materials, and my exact service packages. I have enthusiasm and a fire in my belly and I know I’ll figure it out as I go along.
No matter what your trade, one of my favorite weekly reads for artists who want to live by their craft is the blog Life as an Artistpreneur. Becka Robinson isn’t the final word on how to do it (who is?) but she is hard-working, genuine, and talks about a number of issues that arise when you’re an artistpreneur and I really enjoy reading her blog. Plus her infant son is super cute and you know it must be true because I don’t even like kids… XOXO
*Not that long ago, really. Unless you think a year and seven months is long.
It’s been a rainy weekend in Boston and all I wanted yesterday was to snuggle under the covers and sleep. Lo and behold, our tummies and cupboards were empty so David and I bundled up and went out for a late lunch at one of our favorite South End restaurants, Coppa
. Though neither of us were the least bit hung over, we still took the liberty of ordering the Hang Over ‘Za (complete with bacon, sausage, prosciutto, potatoes and two farm fresh eggs… AMAZING) and followed it up with a Nutella Panino and espresso. Coppa is a small-plate Italian restaurant. It’s a cozy and intimate space with a staff that makes you feel welcome and familiar. If you ever go, I cannot recommend their pizzas, small anchovy plate, and oysters* with prosecco and rhubarb compote enough.
Today is still cold and rainy and I’m taking the day to sort through books, clothing and stuff, deciding what to donate and what to ship to the UK. I have a rule in my life where I purchase things only if I love them (I’m not a compulsive buyer, thank goodness) so parting with my possessions can be difficult because everything has been purchased with care. Regardless, there are plenty of things I’ve had for years that I’ve grown ambivalent toward, and it’s time that I let go and move forward. What a scary and exciting time this is!
*I’m not sure if this is always on the menu, but if it is and if you happen to like oysters, order it! I think it makes a delicious dessert.
It’s super official- David and I booked our tickets to London and we’re leaving (moving!) May 9th. I’m feeling giddy, angry, lethargic, inspired, and sleepy all at once.
Tomorrow is my last day at work (well, kinda. More on that in a later post…) and I’m v. upset about leaving a job I love at a moment when everything I’ve been working toward is about to come to fruition, without me. Years of encouraging, organizing and planning have allowed me to have an enormous career advancement here in Boston, and I’m turning it down. Right now this makes me angry and sad, but I’m confident that I’ll find something equally- if not better- suited for me in London.
If you feel like I’m being coy, you’re right. I have so many announcements to make and trust me, they’re coming! I can’t wait to share them with you, but first I need some time… I’m sure you understand.
Happy weekend, one and all. XOXO
A couple days ago, David and I stopped in at Franklin Southie for an afternoon aperitif. The sun was coming through the windows just right, making the space look bright and new. I especially loved the shadows we cast on the brick bar and the way my Aperol looked like embers in a dying fire.
David and I sold all the furniture we put on Craigslist and are currently living in the worst kind of limbo. Our dressers went to a skeevy guy who tried, but did not succeed in low-balling us, so our clothes are in piles on the floor. A nice Spanish man took our kitchen chairs and we’ve since been enjoying all our meals in bed, and our books are stacked in tidy (and not-so-tidy) piles along the walls because our bookcases went to a sweet Australian woman. Slum Castle is an absolute mess and I’m looking forward to the day when moving boxes arrive so we can start organizing our lives into nicely labeled cardboard homes.
Early in our relationship, David and I used to play cribbage at bars. We also p
I was brought up in a house full of books. When I was young, my parents had a plush, plaid armchair that easily fit a fully grown adult and a half-grown child. I used to curl up in that chair with pillows stacked around me and read for hours. My favorites where books by Roald Dahl, C.S. Lewis, and mysteries by Agatha Christie. But one book from my young childhood that I always went back to (I can still remember the smell of the pages!) was Miss Rumphius by Barbara Cooney. No matter how old I was or how old I get, that book will stay dear to my heart.
Miss Rumphius is a sweet story of a head-strong woman who tries to make the world a more beautiful place and does so by planting lupines everywhere she goes. I always admired the character Miss Rumphius, or the Lupine Lady, as the children refer to her in the book, because she seemed so thoughtful, went on adventures all across the globe (and she was from the mid 1900s when the hassle of international travel was much more complicated than having a five-hour layover in Amsterdam), and always remained a Miss. Above all else, I admired her determination to make the world a more beautiful place, and the fact that she acted on this simple conviction.
I don’t know much about flowers (though I can recognize a lupine thanks to Barbara Cooney!), but I too would like to contribute something to this world that allows it to be a more beautiful place. In addition to a magnificent contribution (working on it…), I would like to make small offerings of beauty every day, simple things that bring light and happiness into someone’s life. As my life changes over these next couple weeks and months and I settle in my new routine in England, I want this blog to carry the idea of creating and working toward a more beautiful world in every post. I don’t want this space to be trivial or negative, I want it to be a positive space where I can share things that catch my eye, progressive movements that inspire me, and the things I do that make this world so amazing and special. Above all else, I want this space to be mine, full of original content and blossoming ideas. It may be spring outside, but it’s spring in my soul, too, and I feel as if I’m suddenly beginning to blossom anew.
Over the next couple weeks, things will be changing, weekly features will be decided, and this space will become more organized and polished (I have big big plans- look out London!) and I hope that you continue to share this journey with me.