Monday, December 19, 2011

come back to me


This film is a new favorite of mine. It took me a while to see it, but now I know what all the fuss was about. Love in a time where you could face some serious consequences for loving someone who was even just a little different from you. Where expressing that love wasn't as instant or impersonal as a text message or facebook comment. But took the form of letter writing and served as comfort during times of isolation and fear. In the end it is a sad story but I still find myself longing for a time like this, through romance and tragedy.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

the old and the new



I noticed that I don't really go out looking for new music as often as I did in years past, and I think I now realize why: the greatest voices to be heard have already been, and anything that has followed is either homage or imitation.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

do you know what i love the most?

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These past two weeks have really revealed to me how lucky I am to have such loving and supportive family & friends. This time has been so incredibly difficult and although I am very private and don't allow many people in during a time that seems to hold no closure, the people that I love most have reminded me why they are so wonderful. Not a day has gone by that I have not received at least 5 calls/check-ins to see how I am doing and coping. It has really helped. Although I know I am not the only one experiencing pain, times like this make you feel like no one could possibly understand what type of hurt you are experiencing. All the support I have received has helped me channel my own love to those who need it most. Those dealing with the greatest loss.
We all have so much love surrounding us, and sometimes forget to reiterate the love we feel to those who we hold dearest. Make it a personal goal to tell the people you love how you feel as much as you can. But don't just do it with words, a text message, a public podium with a facebook comment.-- show them. That, is the everlasting impact.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Friday, October 28, 2011

another favorite.



This movie always competes with my favorite (I'll reveal my favorite soon), mostly because the first time I saw it I couldn't think of a film that portrays love more accurately than this. The little lies you tell that you think won't matter. Things your argue with your spouse over that don't seem like a big deal to you but is a big deal to them. The nightmare of running into exes. Also, it is just so funny and adorable. I love that Julie Delpy decided to make a movie with her ex Adam Goldberg about their actual experiences.
I revisited this film when I was in New York. I watched it cuddled in bed with my bff, and we giggled like we always do when we watch this movie. Simply wonderful, a must watch.

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

big changes

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being back east made me realize how much i miss my lifestyle there.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

what generation

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I can honestly say that the day I graduated college was one of the happiest days of my life to date. I was the first person with the Semerciyan last name to graduate college. I graduated from a school that I dreamed about attending throughout my high school and community college years. And finally, I had done it.
Everything started to feel real, though, when it became apparent that I was graduating at probably the worst time. Now that I was no longer a college student I couldn't just be like "yeah I work this crappy part-time job because I'm a student, duh." I had to look for a real job. Hopefully a real job in my field. And I had to be good at it. Except I graduated when jobs were scarce (especially within the field of journalism) and people with two master's degrees were ringing up merchandise at Banana Republic (something my mother told me). As I've shared here before, I never did find a job in my field but I did find a job. Which is more than a lot of my super creative, smart and talented peers who graduated no stage with me can say. And that is what is so unfortunate. They say tough times like this is what allows the best and brightest to shine through. To really show how creative they are in a time where it is crucial to distinguish themselves. But I don't think any college can prepare even the most hirable person for what they will face once they have graduated into a bad economy.
I went to an alumni meet and greet here in Los Angeles where there would be a panel of former Emerson students who are now uber successful, I guess. I thought they would share their great tips on places to look for a job, or at least provide some hope for all the new grads staring at them for some.
All of the panelists had graduated in 2005 or earlier. Before things got bad in the economy. They all kept saying "When you go on your interview...", "So during your interview...", "When your interviewer asks...". Finally during the q & a portion, I raised my hand and asked, "I've heard everyone on this panel talk about what to do when you are on an interview for a position within your field, and that is all very useful for an interview. But what about us who aren't getting interviews? What are we supposed to be doing?" I didn't hear any useful responses to my question. They did say that once I do get an interview they think employers will be more forgiving that I have been working in something outside of my field for over a year (considering the economy), but it doesn't seem like anyone has answers for this generation of highly education twenty-something year olds who feel useless in this economy.
I've heard all this blah, blah blah on the news from these presidential hopefuls about jobs and job creation, but they haven't really said anything. They certainly haven't said anything that has me or anyone I know optimistic about what's to come. Sitting on thousands of dollars of debt with no leads on a job in the field that earned me that debt doesn't feel too good. I'm starting to wonder, was it right to follow my dreams of working in the field that gets dropped on your doorstep by the paperboy, or should I have gone the practical route?

Monday, October 3, 2011

style icon: old & new

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style icon: old

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style icon: new

enough.

Enough with the doom and gloom. It is autumn, my favorite season, and I intend to do what I love most during this season. Go to farmers markets, indulge in yummy pumpkin lattes, have lovely nights out with friends, and watch movies! I love this time of year because all the good movies that I have been anticipating and watching trailers for online start to roll in to theaters. Finally! But I also love to have days where I stay in bed with a cup of tea and revisit some of my favorite movies. I'd like to share my favorite movies to revisit here, starting with Broken English.



I love this film to pieces. I think every girl I know can relate to the character Nora at one point or another in their lives. Where things feel kind of out of place for you. You're not happy with your job, you're not happy with your relationships. Something seems to be missing. If only a beautiful french man would sweep us all off our feet allowing us to escape the now. It would be that simple.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Soon after graduating college I started to feel really strange about how I spent my days. For the previous eighteen years of my life, I spent the majority of days going to class or preparing for a class. And now that was all done. And to my surprise (and disappointment) I missed it. After talking to a lot of fellow nerds (my friends) like myself, I noticed that I wasn't alone in this feeling of longing for learning. Maybe it's because the institute of education has taught me that you can only learn in a classroom setting or maybe I am one of those people who loves going to school. Also, just reading in my spare time wasn't doing it for me. I felt like my brain was rotting in the mundane of working every day. So I decided to take a class: French.

Now, I always wanted to learn French. I took Spanish in high school and college, but honestly language classes always go on the back burner when you have classes like Bio or Multicultural Literature to study for. This whole quarter life crisis time was the perfect opportunity to take a French class, master it and maybe meet the French man of my dreams with my skills, no? I'm in my second year of French now, and even though it is by far one of the hardest things I've ever had to learn I don't see myself giving up anytime soon. This language has become my everyday challenge, and I want to master it.

I don't talk to a lot of people at my job. But when I do, I think to myself, "now Katia, how would you say this in French?" And I translate in my brain. I translate actions I do throughout the day. I have put post-its on almost all of my objects in my apartment with their French translation. It's become an obsession. But it has also given me a lot of purpose. I tend to grow bored of a routine and taking a class kind of combines the life I had when I was a full-time student with my now "adult" everyday mundane. It's refreshing and inspiring.

Friday, September 9, 2011

coffee talk

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Coffee talk. Real talk. Every morning I crawl to my desk and start my work. The feeling of "oh god, can I make it through this day? I just want to be outdoors doing something fun!" constantly running through my head. I go over in my mind how pointless an office job feels. And then I have my morning coffee. My morning coffee saves me from being that I hate everything my job, my hair today someone give me a hug girl. After my morning coffee, I feel like I can conquer the world. Or the pile of work on my desk. Same thing.
Anyways, I know I'm not alone in this feeling because I don't think Starbucks' success is due to their ability to hire cute baristas and sell CDs we have had on our iPods for months. It's because coffee makes you feel like a superhero. Okay, I don't go overboard. I literally only have one cup of coffee a day, and on the weekends maybe two (but the second is only in social situations, I swear). I don't buy all those crazy seasonal drinks, I stick to my lovely dark roast coffee each day. Without coffee I probably wouldn't have finished college, wouldn't be a job applying machine, and definitely not gone into the field of journalism (although at this point, it's basically aspiring).
And don't you hate those idiots who say things like "I've been off coffee for five months, and all I drink is Green Tea. I feel so much better." Shut up! No one likes Green Tea more than coffee, and if they do I'm pretty sure they're a communist. My point is this, even if you don't have super serious things to complain about (you know, compared to all the awful things going on in the world), coffee will make you forget about all the things you do feel like complaining about, and push you to shut the fuck up about "wah wah this sucks" and actually DO something about it. Trust, I wasn't even going to write this blog post until my cup of coffee pretty much told me to. You're welcome.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

bffs

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FYI, having an almost soulmate best friend can make your life much easier. I mean, no one else will listen to me complain about bad sales people or having dreams where I kiss everyone I see. These are problems only best friends can solve. It's in the manual.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

This article definitely hit close to home. As I was reading it, I felt as if the writer was pulling thoughts from my mind. Now, I am not from a small town, so I don't think the weight of returning to where I grew up bares quite as much "oh geeez" as it would if I was, however I definitely have those moments where I run into people from high school. People who I was never really super keen on and they say things, "So what, you're still living here," to which I want to scream out "no, no, this is all just temporary! I moved away and finished college and I swear I'm telling the truth, this is just where I need to be right now." I definitely duck when I see certain faces that used to roam my high school's hallways that are now roaming the isles of the Trader Joes near my apartment. I guess I don't have it quite as bad as I may think. I live on my own, after almost a year at my parents' house. But I totally have that guilt.

That guilt of being seemingly ungrateful for my job. I have a good job that pays me well in an economy where people with two masters' degrees can't even swing a job at Banana Republic. I get paid to do things for other people, whatever they may need. But I'm so dissatisfied with it, and there is where my guilt comes in. I guess I just look around at a lot of my co-workers, and although they may be happy in this position in this stage in their life I certainly am not. I sometimes feel chronically dissatisfied with my options, but I don't have the goal of owning property, settling down in a relationship or doing other adult things. There is a lot more out there for me, I feel. A lot more to be done before I can start even thinking of those things on my horizon. Whether it's guilt for being dissatisfied, or worried that I seem selfish for wanting more...something is always plaguing me of what my present and my hopes for the future say about where I am going in life. I feel like I am at a standstill. Like I am stuck in this day-to-day that I never really envisioned for myself and that I want to get out of as soon as I can...but then my mind takes me back to 'would that be the responsible things to do?'

I know Catholic guilt is a thing. I'm not Catholic, but can we come up with something I call Good Girl Guilt? I've always done the good and responsible thing my entire life, so even entertaining the idea of doing something outside of the lines scares me a bit. I brought up the idea to my mother a few days ago that after our family trip to Europe next summer, maybe I will stay in Paris for an couple of months to study French (I'm currently in my second year). She instantly shot the question of, "But what about your job?" to which I said, "I mean maybe I'll quite and see where my time in France takes me." The look on her face said it all, but her words were exactly what I sometimes think to myself. "So you just wouldn't have a job? I don't understand, how could you not have a job? No job?" To which I quickly backpedaled and said I hadn't really thought it through and it was really far off in the future and we'll see and blah blah I'm sorry I'll be good again blah blah blah. But, I don't really want to forget about it. I want to start taking the steps (saving and whatnot) to make sure I will be able to do that this time next year. It wouldn't be so bad and it's a rare opportunity and age in my life where I would be able to just go for it. But then again, these days my head is all over the place and I feel like I just jump to any thought of a plan that will take me out of my current day-to-day. If you could only hear how loud my sigh is.

Thursday, September 1, 2011

fall

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Fall is my favorite season. And although I am back in Los Angeles, where the season isn't nearly as beautiful as it is on the East Coast (see above image), it still means droopy sweaters, boots with socks, pumpkin beer, and extra blankets. The one good thing about Fall in Los Angeles, is that the changing of the leaves lasts until early December, since it takes much longer here.
I knew I would miss my favorite time of year on the East Coast, so in October I am taking a week long trip to New York to take it all in, see old friends and make the ultimate decision if I want to go back East permanently, this time next year. I have a longing for it, but it is also a big decision to make, and I don't know if I'm adult enough yet to really go through with living so far away from my family again.

Monday, August 22, 2011

things of fact

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for the record, even girls who don't like smoking can't resist the look of a cigarette just resting on the lips of a babe. it's scientifically proven.

Friday, August 5, 2011

space

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image source

I don't mind spending time alone. I've had many friends and acquaintances who instantly feel lonely and sad when they have a day all to themselves, but I've never been that girl. I enjoy time with friends and family more than anything, but I also really need alone time. Probably more than most people. I find that that is my form of meditation. Just quiet within my space and my own self. I've lived at home and I've lived with roommates, and now I live alone. I really love living alone, mostly because I think it makes me a better person overall. I have my own space, my own independence and, I feel, my identity is more secure.
I've always found how people chose to live (post-parent's house) really fascinating. When you see a long-time friend's apartment, or even a new friend's apartment, it's almost as if you're learning a new part of them that you wouldn't really get through conversation. People's space conveys something far more intimate. It shows what gives them comfort, what they like a certain way, what type of design they find appealing, etc. Looking at my apartment, I'm always looking to make it just as I want it and just as I feel my space should look to make me happy. But, like most young girls in their twenties, I'm still getting my pocketbook to reflect the interior I dream of. Either way, I love looking at people's homes. It makes me feel closer, more connected to someone once I can see what makes them feel at home. It's a lovely thing.

Sunday, July 31, 2011

preperation?

I know that girls functionally and medically become women once that awkward/ugly puberty stage hits in your teens, but really I feel like my coming into adulthood is just hitting me in my early twenties. And with that, I think there are somethings your mother can never prepare you for in being a girl in this stage in her life. For example, no one ever told me that either my skin will be looking amazing or my figure would be just how I want it to be. Never at the same time. I just get one. No one prepares you for that. I get that you can't have it all, but those are kind of important for a girl looking for some sort of future potential husband in the pathetic arena of dating that is the dive bars I peruse with friends.

Which brings me to another thing my mother didn't prepare me for: how grim it is out there these days to find a nice, clean shaven, charming young man. My parents met when my mother was 23 (the birthday I'll be coming upon next) which seems almost unheard of to me. Not because I think that is far too young to meet the person you plan to spend the rest of your life with. But because I can't imagine finding anyone amongst the flock that I have seen that I could see that type of future with. I'm not saying that boys are awful and gross and it's a desert out there. But it kind of is, being that I truly believe that females mature much faster then males do. A belief that is constantly reinforced when I see boys jaws drop when they learn I am finished with college, living on my own and have a good job. To them that seems unheard of or intimidating or just too much to comprehend, I think?

Maybe I've been watching too much Mad Men, or maybe I'm just a hopeless romantic, but I really do believe that there should be more effort in courting these days. I hold my feminist beliefs, but I also think trying to get my number while wearing flip flops and a backwards cap at a dimly lit bar is almost insulting. My mother did prepare me for gentlemen and gentlemen acts. That includes putting an effort in your appearance. I've spoken to friends about this, and I think the primary frustration is that we girls spend time, effort and money into looking put together and pretty. And yes, we do that because it makes US feel good (at least I do), but it is also a reflection of what we expect or what we want to attract. If I wanted a guy with flip flops and a backwards cap, I would have thrown on a sweat suit and Uggs and walked around my local campus. But we're supposed to be grown ups, guys.

Thursday, July 21, 2011

adjust

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I think this bag has changed my life. Okay, that might be extreme, but I'm a girl who always carries a small purse. Just enough to fit the essentials. But, when I go to work I have more stuff (lunch, planner, files, etc.) and I've been lugging around ugly tote bag after ugly tote bag so I finally made an investment and bought the lovely creature above. Why has it made a difference?

I now carry a book with me as well, since I have the space, and instead of sitting at my desk with my leftover pasta at lunchtime reading gossip blogs, I go outside, sit on a bench, and read something lovely as I scarf down carbs. Peace of mind! It may sound like nothing, but there really is nothing worse than having a mouthfull of a turkey sandwich while oogling over the latest Ryan Gosling candids as my boss walks by to ask my something about a project I'm working on. I don't look awesome, or like someone who cares about reading books, I look kinda creepy. Ick. And with this new bag I have also started carrying around my camera more, stopping to take photos of things that I like to look at throughout the day. Much better than my crappy cell phone pictures that never make it off my cell phone.

I'm starting to think that little adjustments in simple things in my life are the key to being productive and staying inspired. Keep the adjustments coming.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

super people

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I went to my first ever therapy session two days ago. It's not the sort of thing I think I need on a regular basis, or something I think will solve all of my problems, but I wanted to include someone in my everyday internal dialogue and see if they had any solutions. Any coping skills if you will. The session mostly included me talking about putting a lot of pressure on myself to be really ahead and on top of my career/getting where I want to be both professionally and personally. Following the talk with the doc I started to wonder why is it that recently I have such an obsession with being happy in my career even though I'm only 22. And it dawned on me: I work in a place where I am constantly surrounded by people around my age who are doing exactly what they want.

I work in an admin office at a hospital that is constantly swarming with twenty-something residents who seem to know exactly where they are going in their careers--after all they are on track to get there. I guess I'm always feeling like I'm surrounded by these people who are not much older than me that are doing what they want and seem to be very happy doing it. Also, most of these residents are married/prego/on track to being total adults. How do they do it? How are they so sure of themselves? It's almost rude of them to prance around and rub it in my face. Okay, not really. But at times it baffles me that they are so on their game. I guess there are superhuman people like this that surround all other 22 year olds that are feeling like me. That are placed there just to make us all scratch our heads and think "wait, how do I get to that place in my life?" It's still a wonder to me.

Monday, July 11, 2011

favorite

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such an inspiring author, and i can't help but feel the same as he most days.

Friday, July 8, 2011

adult life; lost

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I'm definitely one of those people who is having a very difficult time being an adult. And I know I'm not the only one. I have many, many friends who drew out the college experience by taking semesters off/traveling in between/slacking off as an excuse to not have to face the world I am currently facing.
I did not draw out the college experience. I made it a point to get in and out in four years. Why? Not because I didn't love college and enjoy the process of it all (believe me, I'm one of those weird people who would be very happy going to school for the rest of their lives), but rather I didn't want to create more debt than I really needed to. So I graduated. Back in the summer of 2010. It's been a year, and that is a very scary thing for me. I left the east coast as soon as college was done, and like most graduates thought the smart thing to do would be to move home in order to save money and find a job in my field.
Ah hah! I never found a job in my field. I lived with my parents (a very hard thing to do when you go from coming home at 3am with no one to bother you, to your frantic mother insisting the "streets are filled with crazies" and to please make it home earlier), returned to a well paying retail job in my home of Los Angeles, CA and started chipping away at my loans/hunting for jobs. I applied for over 100 jobs. Nothing. I started applying for internships. Paid internships (I mean c'mon, I'm a college graduate!). Nothing. The only interview I got in the field of journalism was an unpaid internship at a pretty prominent fashion website. I even considered working unpaid for 6months and hating myself in the process just so I could get experience. But no, nothing.
Now I am at a new job (well not that new, I've been here for over 6 months) that pays me well. It gives me enough money to live on a tight budget alone in a one bedroom apartment in the city. But like all people who take jobs outside of their passion, who also still hold the naive dream that they will one day be successful doing their passion, I am not scratching my head wondering "what am I doing with my time?"
I'm trying to suck it up and stay at this assistant job for another year. I figure it will give me good experience on paper, and maybe then someone in the field of media will want me.
I have plans. Plans to stay at this job, then hopefully go to Europe next summer with three years of french under my belt. Look for a job there. If nothing comes of it, move to New York to live close to/with my best friend and scower the streets for a career. That should work, right?

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

i've been a very bad blogger

But I have a very good excuse: I moved out into my very own apartment, and I have been very busy making it look & feel like a home. Photos and inspirations boards to come.

Monday, April 25, 2011

Day 29

Day 29 – Something you could never get tired of doing.
;) (you know).

Day 28

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Day 28
– Your favorite movie.
Rushmore, of course.

Day 27

Day 27 – A picture of you last year and now and how have you changed since then?
last year:
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now:
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I have changed a lot in the last year. I would say that I have more confidence now than I ever have, and am truly happy with who I am and the choices I make. I used to think that if I found happiness in someone else then I had everything, but I have come to realize that happiness within myself is the best feeling and fulfillment.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Day 26

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Day 26
– A photo of somewhere you’ve been to.
New York last summer with my family (fourth time for me, first time for them).

Day 25

Day 25 – What’s in your purse?
Okay, I know the point of this question is to take a picture, but I'm not doing that.

Monday, April 11, 2011

24

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Day 24
– A photo of something that means a lot to you.
My parents' home/the home I grew up in.

23

Day 23 – 15 facts about you.
1. I've never met an adult with smaller hands than mine.
2. I can type 92 wpm.
3. I've lived in Los Angeles (specifically the San Fernando Valley) my whole life, except for two years of college where I lived in Boston.
4. I'm not a big fan of being constantly connected. For this reason I have a very simple cell phone that just calls & texts.
5. I skipped kindergarten, which is why I'm always the youngest. Always.
6. I'm mostly outgoing and loud, except when it comes to boys I'm crushing on.
7. I can roll my tongue and I'm double jointed.
8. The only countries I've ever been to are the U.S. and Mexico.
9. I'm afraid of insects.
10. I need 8-9 hours of sleep a night or I'm a mess.
11. Charm works on me, if you're good at it.
12. I love the romance of the old; I love old architecture, design and fashion.
13. If it were up to me I would have french macaroons and coffee ice cream every day.
14. I miss my dog Frankie immensely when I'm not around him, especially if someone brings him up.
15. I'm not sure if I've ever truly been in love.

Friday, April 8, 2011

Day 22

Day 22 – A letter to someone who has hurt you recently.
This might sound awful and cold, but I don't really allow myself to get hurt by other people. That's just giving too much power over your emotions.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Day 21

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Day 21
– A photo of something that makes you happy.
my little Frankie.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Monday, April 4, 2011

Day 18

Day 18 – Something you crave a lot.
pizza.

Day 17

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Day 17
– A photo of you and your family.
Almost a year ago, at my graduation.

Day 16

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Day 16 – Your celebrity crush.

Gael.

Day 15

Day 15 – Something you don’t leave the house without.
My phone & ID.

Thursday, March 31, 2011

Day 14

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Day 14
– A TV show you’re currently addicted to.
Mad Men. Always.

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Day 13


Day 13
– Your favorite musician and why?
Rocky Votolato. His voice, to me, is extraordinary and his lyrics resonate with some of the most difficult and painful moments in my life, but also give hope. Also, he's the nicest guy ever.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Day 12

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Day 12
– A photograph of the town you live in.
Oh, what a town you are, Los Angeles.

Monday, March 28, 2011

Day 11

Day 11 – What’s in your makeup bag?
see this post!

Day 10

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Day 10 – A photo of your favorite place to eat.
photo credit
Hands down, Bottega Louie. Both an experience of taste and aesthetics.

Friday, March 25, 2011

Day 9

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Day 9
– A photo of the item you last purchased.
vintage top & dress from etsy.

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Day 8


Day 8
– A song to match your mood.
cause this album is so good.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Day 7

Day 7 – Your dream wedding.
This is something I have not a clue about. I don't even know if I even want to get married. What is meant to be will be. If I do have a wedding I think I would just want a city hall wedding and a great big party to follow.

Day 6

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Day 6
– A photo of an animal you’d love to keep as a pet.
he's all i could ever want!

Monday, March 21, 2011

Day 5

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Day 5– A photo of yourself two years ago.
When life was not so good.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Day 4

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Day 4 – Your favorite photograph of your best friend.
More like my favorite picture of us :)

Day 3

Day 3 – Your idea of the perfect first date.
Something very low key. Perhaps dinner & macroons at Bottega Louie, followed by a walk through the city.

Day 2

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Day 2
– A photo of something you ate today.
the best.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Day 1

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Day 1
– A photo of yourself and a description of how your day was.
My day was hectic and wonderful.

30

30 Day Challenge

Day 1 – A photo of yourself and a description of how your day was.
Day 2 – A photo of something you ate today.
Day 3 – Your idea of the perfect first date.
Day 4 – Your favorite photograph of your best friend.
Day 5 – A photo of yourself two years ago.
Day 6 – A photo of an animal you’d love to keep as a pet.
Day 7 – Your dream wedding.
Day 8 – A song to match your mood.
Day 9 – A photo of the item you last purchased.
Day 10 – A photo of your favorite place to eat.
Day 11 – What’s in your makeup bag?
Day 12 – A photograph of the town you live in.
Day 13 – Your favorite musician and why?
Day 14 – A TV show you’re currently addicted to.
Day 15 – Something you don’t leave the house without.
Day 16 – Your celebrity crush.
Day 17 – A photo of you and your family.
Day 18 – Something you crave a lot.
Day 19 – Another picture of yourself.
Day 20 – The meaning behind your blog name.
Day 21 – A photo of something that makes you happy.
Day 22 – A letter to someone who has hurt you recently.
Day 23 – 15 facts about you.
Day 24 – A photo of something that means a lot to you.
Day 25 – What’s in your purse?
Day 26 – A photo of somewhere you’ve been to.
Day 27 – A picture of you last year and now and how have you changed since then?
Day 28 – Your favorite movie.
Day 29 – Something you could never get tired of doing.
Day 30 – A photograph of yourself today + three good things that have happened in the past 30


and heeeeere we go

the weekend



Monday, March 7, 2011

why so blue?

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my current nail color; lapis of luxury by essie.
i can't tell you how many compliments i've gotten on them!