give peas a chance

wearing UO cardigan, borrowed dress from Anthropologie, Swedish Hasbeens for H&M shoes, vintage bag

No, the New Orleans photo diaries will never end.

May I also add that even thinking about apartment hunting is the most stressful thing ever. I don't want to move, but finding a fungi growing out of my bathroom floor like we live in an abandoned swamp hut certainly doesn't help my current apartment's case much. I'm beginning to think it is a domicile only suited for mice and really really dirty hobo people. Oh lord, send me a 2 bedroom apartment with an updated kitchen and hardwood floors.

be nice or leave

top to bottom: Dr. Bob art, an alley in the French Quarter, the house we stayed in, delicious Barq's root beer, fried shrimp po boys at Parkway, walking around mid-city, inside the snowball place, yummy pineapple mint flavored snowball, Cafe Du Monde

Being back in San Francisco after a week in New Orleans feels kind of like being audited by the IRS while getting a root canal. My systems are in shock--I just went from the cultural center of excess and gluttony back into my boring adult life where people don't smoke and eat salad. It makes me remember why I loved living in New Orleans in the first place. I'm homesick.

down in the tremé

After a 3-leg flight, I am finally in New Orleans. And it feels so right.

Warning: what follows is a non-fashion related far too photo-heavy post. And there will be more to come.

lost one...

It is a time of terrible tragedy for my closet--I have inexplicably misplaced a utility jacket that hasn't gotten much play on the blog but that I wore with an alarming regularity. I found it about two years ago in the sale room at Urban Outfitters for $40. It had a hood that tucked into the collar and a removable quilted lining. I think it's safe to say that I could not have lost a more useful piece of clothing, and I'm mourning the loss of it every day when I go to my coat closet and don't have anything left but stupid wooly winter coats. It was the perfect jacket for summer or winter thanks to the lining, which is now hanging forlornly in my closet without its soul mate.

I am desperately looking for alternatives, but nothing comes close either in price point or versatility. Here are a few of the options I'm playing around with though:





Clockwise from top left: J Crew Ryden Military Jacket, ASOS Wrangler Canvas Parka, Madewell Utility cargo jacket, Forever 21 Cotton Blend Utility jacket


HELP ME friends! I need your expertise and your flawless taste!

high fiving a million angels...

wearing UO pants, vintage shirt and jacket, Zara cardigan, J. Crew belt and bracelet, Zara pumps from like, 5 years ago, Noir earrings, Faux-lenciaga bag (don't hate)

Here is a more detailed, narcissistic look at what I was wearing on Mother's Day. I thrifted these pants from the trunk of my car (a really great spot for lost and forgotten articles of clothing--you should try shopping there sometime). I think I tried to sell them at one point and then put them in a shopping bag with a pink snuggie and left them to die. The shoes were suffering a similar fate in an old storage bin under my bed before I realized they bore an uncanny resemblance to the current asymmetrical Zara pumps everyone in the blogosphere is wearing. With a skinny, pegged pant they remind me very much of Isabel Marant's FW2011 collection. I am giving myself serious high fives for this look. High fiving a million angels...

word to your mother

This is my mother. She is a nice little southern lady, and I can only imagine (ok, I know) that she's embarrassed by my inability to control my volume or leave the f-bomb out of daily conversation, but bless her little heart, she loves me anyway. And I love you, mom. Thanks for putting up with me all these years.

please turn up the heat again

Signs of the coming summer: beer on the beach, Frankie looking fat and happy in an impossibly lush pasture, orange ranunculus, neon colors, weekend walks in the city, and picnics in the park.

Unfortunately, it's back to a windy, cold-as-fuck 61 degrees. But when it DOES warm up again, I'll know what to do.

complimentary

wearing thrifted Ellen Tracy skirt, H&M sweater, child's motorcycle jacket from leather shop, Made by Elves shoes, necklace from Lili Vintage in New Orleans, Banana Republic bracelet

Why are they always eating at Subway on The Real World? Can't they get a reputable food establishment to sponsor the show? Oh wait, I'm the only one who still watches it, so I guess not. And speaking of advertising, how am I supposed to extract meaning and enjoyment from life without Donald Draper's weak-chinned profile brooding through a haze of cigarette smoke on Mad Men? With the series postponed until 2000-God-knows-what, I'm resorting to marathons of Chloe and Lamar just to make it through. Clearly, I can't go on like this. My brain will literally implode on itself from disuse.

In happier news, I am approaching the 3-week countdown of my trip to New Orleans. I can't wait to bury my face in Alligator cheesecake.