can we switch places for a day?
loving this post from hair on the brain about french girls:
“French girls grow their hair long because they like how it feels down their back. They don’t give it much thought. Every few years they cut it short for a while, but it grows again.
They have a tube of expensive red lipstick someone gave them once (probably a boy) and they keep it in a dresser drawer. Mostly they forget about it, remembering the perfect crimson shade on lazy days when it’s rainy outside and they put on their mother’s Hermes scarf.
They put on the shoes that are the closest to the door when they leave. And on their way to get cigarettes, they end up up on JAK & JILL or The Sartorialist. But they’ll never know because they only use a vintage typewriter and only to write letters, when they need to.”
chop it all off
peering into other people’s houses from the street at dusk. (imma voyeur at heart.)
stripes. OK, so this is not so much a current obsession as it is an allthetime obsession.
heirloom chicken. I haven’t had it yet. YET.
The New Pornographers.
…is it summer yet?
I spent most of the day on the couch today, something I never ever do. I’m finally sick. I say finally because I’m surprised I haven’t caught the funk from someone else yet.
I just came across this blog and am insanely jealous of her alteration skills. I have so many vintage pieces that just didn’t fit quite right when I got them home (there’s no dressing room at the stores I go to)…