Iridescent sheen and murky waters.
Sami New York purple silk camisole (that you can only really see when up close), $3, ReStyle | Banana Republic pale green sheer linen tank (ribbed for her pleasure) | vintage Pendleton brown plaid light wool jacket, gift from Bend, OR-thrifting-based BFF | Anne Klein II tan silk skirt, $4, ReStyle thrift store | Cindy Says green-gold hells, Piece Unique, $I can’t remember but they were half off | Green agate stone three strand necklace, $8,000,000 Turkish lira (in 2004, this was like, $6), Istanbul street vendor
Cheep!
Late, late at night, possibly intoxicated, deep in a “how do I get my apartment to look less like that of an 80-year-old woman?” decor binge, I bought this very strange…ottoman…from Etsy, at a shop called the Boom Boom Room.
The blush is still on this rose, bitches.
The river is motion, turmoil, rage. As the river flows, it wonders what it would be like to be so still, to take a breath, to rest. But the rock will always wonder what lies around the bend in the stream.– Kekla Magoon
It’s pitch day at the ad agency. For a tire company. I wear the brand colors, and represent. Word up.
Peggy Olson of Mad Men is my career idol. From awkward as hell to bad ass as fuck. OK—still and always—an unnerving mix of them both.
For years, in the spring, my BFF Amanda and I have gone to the deserts of Utah to backpack. This year, deep on the road to Escalante, the weather did not abide. Rain, rain everywhere. Every road with a wash and every slot canyon (so nearly every route available) became a flash flood hazard.
Cheep 