My sister and I have a joke that a ghost named Powder lives in her basement... you know, like the guy from the movie Powder. Well, over the weekend my poor sis got attacked by a swarm of bees. So today I sent her an email that said: "Powder felt so badly that you got attacked by bees that he went out and got himself attacked too..."
Then I attached this picture. I'm going to hell one day.
"Meanwhile, in a twisted anti-branding campaign, Snooki has a closet full of designer bags, like the one in this picture -- and the gifts are not from the actual purse makers, but their competitors, according to a report. Bag makers are allegedly giving their competition's products to Snooki so she brings a bad rep to that label."
I was just flipping through some photos from the Nakkna show at Mercedes Benz Fashion Week in Stockholm.In all honestly, I was only half paying attention, until my eyes caught this dress. Then I stared. And stared some more. And now I want it. A lot.
Best. Week. Ever. Literally. My best friend got engaged. Then she turned 30 and we celebrated at Acqua al 2. Then I found out that after months of interviewing I got my dream job at a great retailer. Did I mention they are in San Francisco? Or that I am moving in 3 weeks?
But before I even begin to tackle any of those details, I have a party on a sailboat to prepare for. Another celebration for the girl who managed to leave her 20's and get a ring on it all in a few days. Can't wait!
That's it... 30 days of what I am thankful for. Some days it was a little more tough to put into words what I was thankful for. Other days it was pretty easy (coffee, gelato). But most of all I am just thankful for my life... because on a scale of one to 10 it is AWESOME!
One of the best things about fashion is when you are able to look at something and appreciate it, even though it isn't something that's your own personal style. That happens to me a lot. I see something in a collection (Prada) and feel drawn to it to the point I can't stop looking. But inside I know I'd never wear it.
Take this shoe for example... It's shiney and sexy and bold in all best ways. But it's just not me.
You can't see it well in this picture (well, that is sort of the point of a white tattoo), but a few months ago I got my Papa's signature tattooed on my wrist. It's from one of my mom's old report cards from when she was just a wee-bitty little girl. His last name, Ondash, is also my middle name. I'm lucky enough to have amazing memories of all of my grandparents... even though not all of them are alive today. (Only Nana -- but she has enough spunk for everyone!)
I hope my kids grow up with the same silly memories too -- catching grandpa on the bidet, Nana and her crazy wigs, grandma insisting we call the basement the "great room', Papa with his big earphones on listening to the game. You know, in 20 years when I am ready to have kids.