It was easy.  It only took me a year of daily web visits to bite the bullet (and now I’m way behind the times), but the moral of the story is:  I believed I could buy my Isabel Marant’s, and then…I did it.  Magic.  

Now it’s in the hands of USPS to carry out my wishes.  

These are going to be dreamy with my denim cutoffs, a white, flowy blouse, and edgy, textured bag and belt made by yours truly.  Come. To. Mama!

(It should be noted that I’m currently liquidating 3/4 of my wardrobe via Craigslist to finance these cuties, but WTF.)

Yes, sadly, it seems that’s what my life has come to.  These jewels are so hard for me to to resist—feminine in their timelessness, precious and semi-precious stones, and meticulous attention to detail, yet interesting and edgy in their oxidized finishes and unique designs.  So…I’m saving up (The kitchen remodel is falling lower and lower on the priority list.  Really, who needs an oven anyway?).  Luckily, in the meantime, I can stalk the pieces I love soooo dearly at Ivy Blue in Manhattan Beach (Even more luckily they have a website, too, so I can stalk while at home in my underwear.)  

These would look so good on me, right?  Someday…

I got my catch to furniture shop with me yesterday…IF I took him for corned beef and cabbage and a Guinness after.  I’m still not determined it was a fair deal, but you gotta take what you can get sometimes.

It’s amazing how much food can motivate me.  It’s disgusting really.  The only thing that got me through my morning run was knowing this bowl of papaya was waiting for me in the fridge when I got home.  I sincerely mean that.

The one redeeming thing is that it wasn’t french fries waiting for me.  I guess it could be worse.

It’s the newest bag in the Mindy Kuhl line…the Loveland.  Rugged.  Feminine.  Casual.  Chic.  Something for everyone to, well… love.

Available on Etsy for custom order soon.

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It should be noted that I witnessed scenes 1 and 2.  Ten minutes or so later, after hearing a fair amount of commotion, I enter to check on the situation—only to find scene 3.  The commotion?  The result of Mo frantically looking for the bee, which…was on his face, of course.  

Never a dull moment with this one.  Ever.

Since I’ve been MIA, I can assure you not much has changed in the way of my interests, errr…addictions.  I’m still loving every bit of wrist decor I can get my hands on (It’s like that Swatch I got when I was 10 was a gateway drug.).  I thought I’d share my latest handmade number that I’ve added to my growing collection.  With some perfecting, I’ll get some of these up in my shop.  

(I’ll save my flourishing vintage watch obsession for another day.  And, yes, before I know it, I’ll literally be up to my elbows in watches and bracelets.)

“I’ll have a tall coffee with a shot of espresso.”

And with the touch of a button, my morning coffee (and my day) is made.  Who needs Wheaties anyway?

New oven…$1,500.

Kitchen Renovation…$18,000.

Putting it all on hold and opting for a new automatic espresso/coffee makers…puh-rice-less.

…I’m back!!  

Did you miss me?

I could tell tall tales and say that I’m returning to my blog due to extremely high demand, but rather let’s just say I felt my hiatus had been long enough.  I’m not sure what caused my hiatus in the first place.  I do recall that after much ballyhoo in Mexico, I was Mex-i-can’t.  In fact, I’m still recovering from some sort of neck injury incurred poolside over my 4th (maybe 5th—I can’t exactly recall) Miami Vice (aka a perfectly blended marriage of piña colada and strawberry daiquiri), and my brain might still be functioning on the slow side.

Anyway, it’s time.  My days are mostly spent alone trying to further whatever it is I’m attempting to do business-wise, and I crave creative release and adult interaction—or interaction of any kind for that matter.  Though this is not exactly an ‘A/B’ conversation, I actually get much happiness out of sharing the ‘A’ part and greatly enjoy that bit of ‘B’ that I sometimes get.  So…’C’ you back here for more!