Thursday, May 31, 2012

my love for wes

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Yes, I confess, I have a love for Wes.  Okay, sorry I just had to mess with the word play.  But really, I don't think there is a person out there who doesn't love the films of Wes Anderson.  Okay I take it back, I know there are a lot of people who think he is pretentious and solely interested in the visuals of a film rather than natural fluidity.  But I would have to wholeheartedly disagree.  Just listen to him talk about making his latest film "Moonrise Kingdom," and you can hear how genuine he really is about the beauty he produces.  Heck, he even acknowledges that he writes dialogue in a way that has his characters making statements with unnatural but incredibly creative language.  Honestly, I think anyone who ever had childhood imagination or day dreams of running away with a fellow 12 year-old, so as to have adventures with, should see this film.  I simply adored it and deem it the cutest film ever made.  However nothing can knock my beloved "Rushmore" from the top spot of my favorite films list.  After all, that would have to mean me memorizing the dialogue to another film!

Thursday, May 24, 2012

forever a little girl going out

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Not to toot my own horn, but I like to think of myself as a pretty stylin' person.  I'm not working with a huge budget or endless access to labels, but I make it all work.  I know what I like and stick to classics with an edge.  For the most part, I like everything in my closet.  But that all seems to change when I need to pick out a "going out dress."  You know what that is.  A dress that you would wear on a night you may be doing some drinking and dancing.  Perhaps even a night that you would care to impress a certain gentleman who has only seen you in the pretty light of day.  Yes, that kind of going out.  
Whenever I am in fitting rooms  I always hear friends saying to each other "yeah, that would be cute for going out" or "that is suuuuch a going out dress."  Oh gosh ladies, make me your friends.  Whenever I talk to my girlfriends they seem to have the same problem as I: all the separates I own are BOMB, but all the dresses I have border on little girl/librarian.  Probably not the best look for impressing a mister.  But the problem is that I don't gravitate toward "big girl" dresses.  Oh gosh, the fact that I used the term "big girl" probably shows me all of my problems right there. 
But really.  These "going out" dresses usually cross the line from sultry to suggestive.  And really, this isn't something that I would even think about or care about because when I am darting out the door my girlfriends always say "oh that looks cute!"  But, it is my male friends that give me the hard time.  
It's always the same story with these male friends of mine.  "Katia, you can't wear that you look like a secretary" (I don't think they mean the sexy fantasy kind) or "this is why you don't have a boyfriend," as they point to my hemline.  Well sheesh, I don't know what I'm doing!  Every time I attempt a more grown up, dare I say sexy (oh gosh that work makes me cringe), look it's as though I'm back to being a seven year-old playing dress up in mom's closet.  It doesn't feel right and I certainly feel silly.  
I suppose I'm not too eager to change though.  I know it's not a case where I look bad, I just look sort of silly in a sea of bandage dresses and almost coochy revealing hemlines.  And honestly, I'm fine with it.  I probably will be complaining about this pressure to dress a different way forever.  Just the other day I caught myself complaining about the swimsuit selection in stores these days (but I mean honestly, the swimsuits in the 60s were so much cuter and actually thoughtful of women's bodies!!!).  So in that case, perhaps a conservative dress is what works with my conservative outlook.  Perhaps I will always be the Liz Lemon of the night.  She's not so bad, and she has a good point about the nonsense of going out.  

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

recent realizations

1.  Nice boys do exist.  This has surprised even me, being that I haven't stumbled upon one in ages!
2.  Being creative on your own time can be very fulfilling.  Whether it be writing, painting, photographing or dancing in your underwear--releasing your soul through expression makes you less cranky.
3.  The Kanye album, whenever it drops, is going to be sick. 
4.  People in California will lose their shit in the name of an eclipse.  Seriously, I haven't seen people that excited since-well maybe never.

Thursday, May 17, 2012

instagram life, lately: vacation edition

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the bests reunited; funk view of the city from DUMBO
pretty tile at Cubano; Swedish candy yum
nails done; Pana II lights
pretty memorial; headed home

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

recent realizations

1.  Looking at pictures from last night's MetGala is the most fun a girl could have.  Also super disappointed Ye didn't bring his Kim, but that's a whole other obsession not worth exploring.  
2.  Since when did Instagram become a place where people make plans?  Stop commenting people's pictures inviting them to come out and use that phone what it was intended for!
3.  Sometimes, it is best to watch Playoff games alone.  Seriously, once you start fighting with your friends and family about the character of a person you don't even know it's time to take a step back.
4.  Meetings are really boring.  Even when you're given donuts.

Monday, May 7, 2012

instagram life, lately

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Frankie looking like an angel at the foot of my bed; photobooth friends
on the way to Vegas; having bad kinds of fun in Vegas
pretty pattern dress; choosing a color (the navy won)
long hair & men's shirts; polaroid portraits

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

mom blogs and me

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My strange addiction isn't to eating cornstarch or collecting dolls or even to French fries (although that doesn't seem so crazy).  My strange addiction is to mom blogs.  Specifically blogs along the lines of Jane (aka Franny), JamesTazaRubyellen, and Danielle.  There are more, but I’m not going to further embarrass myself. 

Okay, maybe it's not an addiction, but I think it definitely says something about me that I prefer reading mom blogs to any other kind of blog.  More than food, movie, or fashion blogs (seriously people, the world has enough fashion bloggers).  I guess my love for mom blogs wouldn't feel so weird if I had anything in common with these people.  I mean I'm not married, I'm not domestic and I'm not a cool, hip creative mom—sorry I mean I’m not a mom.  Period.

 I guess the reason I love reading the writings of these women isn't necessarily because I want what they have (at least not right now girl, I'm a strong single lady), but because they make life look so fun, flawless and inspirational.  These women find time to raise one, two three even four children and are still totally stylin' and crafty.  They have super adorable and creative children, and lovingly supportive hubbies.  It really feels like these are families that belong in the quirky fictional town of Stars Hollow, CT rather than the very real cities of the U.S.   For goodness sake, they find the time to photograph their lives in the most flattering and pretty ways, and they decorate their childrens' rooms with awesome thrifted finds that I have never come across at my local junk shop.  

They make it look so easy.  But more importantly, is they make it look so pretty.  I am a single girl with only myself to take care of and I don't find time to make personalized Valentines or special cakes for certain days of the week.  What’s wrong with me?  These ladies plan, and photograph, each meal meticulously.  I don't know what I'm going to have for lunch in two hours.    They are also the women responsible for my insanely long bookmark list entitled "things to do when have baby" which, now that I think about it, I need to bury a bit deeper so that no man I ever date may happen upon it.

These women are wonder women.  Really, there is no other explanation for it.  When mothers these days struggle to find the balance between work, raising wonderful children, being an awesome spouse and finding happiness within yourself, these women ever so kindly invite readers to read about their everyday conflicts and struggles in their journey.  And they also let you in on the secret that life isn't always glossy with perfect lighting.  Mamas, I know that stuff can't all be fun to deal with, but thank you for sharing it with all of us.  I can't speak for everyone, but seeing messiness makes me feel less guilty for not knowing how to macramé a slipcover for my couch. Sometimes, the only thing keeping me from thinking these women aren't cyborg crafting hybrid stepford wives  is the occasional posts of where they reveal their messes.  Thanks for keeping it real, but also showing that motherhood isn’t a slide into being unhip and rocking Crocks.  It’s really a relief.