Blog of the Week(ish): Wear This To That.

Hey pygmy goat,

wear this pair of Miu Miu glitter booties

to that outlet mall.

is the kind of steller content you'll find on Wear This To That.*

Happy Tuesday!

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*The blog is one week old, and i'm sure its creators will have a book deal in about five minutes. (VANESSA, YOU ARE ON. IT.)

(Mr. & Mrs. Potato Head 60th Anniversary Set. No reason.)

Blog of the Week(ish): olivia bee

Her photos make my heart hurt in the best possible way.

all right, I'm calling it.

Dudes were all over the map at the beginning, but the MAN POLL: Should your lady rock a caftan? results have been holding steady at 60% Drum Circle/40% Hell Yes since I went to bed last night.

That was thoroughly entertaining. We will clearly have to do it again.

Blog of the Week(ish): Mamma Biscuit

Yes, that is her real tongue.

I dare you to go visit the blog and not scroll past EVERY SINGLE PHOTO.

 



Go on. I dare you.

p.s. Gracie, you rule.

it's been way too long since we had a hairless cat up in this piece.

via yimmy's yayo

(live blogged from the set of a really bad short film i have no idea how i got involved with.)

In case you need a goat.

bigBANG just came into some pretty spectacular ones.

better in pairs.

H and I have spent the past two days sleeping, eating cheese and crackers, catching up on Dexter, sleeping, and oh! let's not forget the trip to Whole Foods. The biggest event of the weekend.

To be fair, we're both recovering from a cold.

But driving to the store with this guy, and listening to a v. geeky podcast, and then coming home to put away groceries and do the two-week-old dishes and watch last week's episode of Gossip Girl seemed like the perfect Saturday night to me.

(The gorg photos from Iceland -- and the title for this post -- are borrowed from the ever-inspiring SAIPUA)

monday morning dance party

There's a dance party every morning in scout&catalogue's studio.

I may need to hijack the wee disco ball that's languishing in H's office and put it on the window sill above my desk....

I mean. Couldn't we all use a little dance party in the morning?

(Via fieldguided)
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In other news, I love that I married a man who owns a disco ball. I don't know where I got this disco ball obsession, but I'm pretty sure it has something to do with the rad photos that keep turning up all over the internets.

happy friday, you guys

We are, in fact, going away this weekend. Just like regular people who celebrate holiday weekends and shit. AMAZEBALLS!

So what if there's a "client meeting" involved. The client is rad.

(Friday Socks by drywell. You may also need to check out Alyson's adorbz blog.)

I think I need a ferret

This is Captain Ferry, who has temporarily taken up residence with THIS IS NAIVE.

I plan to name my ferret Trotter.

Trotter was H's grandmother's maiden name. The perfect name for a hipster kid, no? But since we're not planning on having one, why let it go to waste?

married life rocks

usually.




almost always.

we do have a little mini-dispute going about whether or not it is acceptable for the person who gets up first to go ahead and finish yesterday's coffee without making a fresh pot.

but when I got up on tuesday morning there was a cup waiting for me on the stove (SEE ABOVE). and this morning H went out for soy milk while I waited in bed like a complete diva.

so yeah, married life rocks.

 

Thought you might need this to get over the hump. It's def helping me out.

Although... Is anyone else worried about her in those heels? The tension sort of adds another dimension to the photo.

Chloe Mallet via {frolic!} via thewildyears

you guys?

I love you guys.  

p.s. H and I just bought a new mattress and I'm pretty sure it's gonna change my life. I finally feel ready to meet the new decade. Okay, ready just as soon as I buy some new underwear. (NOT the lingerie kind. The not-bunching-up-under-my-jeans kind.)

Polaroid by Page Schultz courtesy of The New York Times

planning my outfit for the christmas party

The leopard boots are overkill (obviously), but otherwise I pretty much dig all of this. Thoughts?

Via auburn & ivory

happy halloween

It's Parker as William Hundley's Chihuahua on Cheeseburgers.

Now hie thee to me melodia to see the making-of photos. This kind of action you don't want to miss:

P, you're killing me.

Are you gonna wear the dress?

p.s. I promised myself I'd stop ranting about J. Crew, but here is a more articulate rant...if anyone is interested.

omg i miss you guys

I've been cheating. Just a little. Every so often I peek at your comments and it's such a relief to know you miss me too.

I'm terrified to linger in gmail though. Joy busted me via instant message on day one (thx, lady). I don't even know how that works. How do you see me?

(Photo of Alber Elbaz by Tim Walker via scout holiday. New Yorker article here.)

Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere...

Fuck yes! I'm printing this out and tacking it over my desk.

Via Life in Lomo

Curl Up and Go To Sleep

The crucial flip side.

H-town, who is away in the wilds of the midwest visiting family, read this post last night. And at 1:55am the above image arrived in my inbox, labeled simply "for peonies."