10.12.17

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Bag & Dress: Elote Arte | Sandals: {Taipei Market}


SUNDAY. Maxing out cliche young gringo obligations by hiking to San Pancho to escape Sayulita to escape Puerto Vallarta to escape the winter, only to find that that ones local boutique with handmade cotton dresses and beach totes still falls in the category of: for people with plenty money. That's what I get for making an impromptu southward flight while my summer clothes are still in boxes... But fine - still walked away with this versatile throw-on (here knotted) as a happy enough patron. 





15.10.17

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Cardigan: Eileen Fisher | Bralette: Zumiez | Pants: unbranded | Boots: unbranded, Portugal

SUNDAY. Forever trying to justify the fecklessness that comes with Autumn Sundays and having a surplus of cozy house clothes. Exhibit A. I think I can wear that pile of grey on the floor to brunch...










11.8.17

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Vest: Varosh (also, borrowed from my brother w/o permission...) | Sports bralette: PINK | Skirt: Elie Tahari (DIY cut) | Mules: Dr. Scholl's 

FRIDAY. "Happy weekend" for those of you who find that applicable. I'll join you for Happy Hour, in spirit (vodka, to be precise), while reminding myself every day of the week as it comes, for orientation purposes. Example: Jessie, today is Friyay. You're in Seattle. Here are some black clothes to keep you stable. Otherwise ticking off to-dos when I can, liiiiike getting a haircut. 

We all know I'm not one to consult when it comes to maintaining the locks (if only I could just wash and wear, take little care). But the situation was dire... It's pictured here in a messy chignon because I was en route to getting a professional haircut. A few nights prior, I was found holding pair of shears up to my head, ready to saw off the matted pseudo-dreads that had formed over the course of the last 2 months. It was my mother who found me and it was she who --over a course of 4 hours over 3 days-- oiled/brushed them out. And then Elizabeth over at Collage Salon rescued it some more by chopping off a hands length of ruined ends and introducing me to Bumble and Bumble Grooming Creme, "for those who love to look polished, elegant, and smooth but hate to work at it." 

✋ Me. That's me. I hate working at it.
 Excellent marketing.
And now I'm that much closer to being "normal." Godforbid.








5.8.17

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SATURDAY. Decompressing on the home front, just slapping together a hodgepodge of inspo and mood-lifters. Dust rose (because I'll never utter the "P" word [rhymes with "think"]) and tans seem to be my weaknesses lately. I've just returned from my month in Spain ✈ Denmark and all I find myself doing productively is rethinking my wardrobe, cutting up old clothes into "new" and otherwise recycling items in general for the closet and the home. I've powertooled a couple tables in the last 5 weeks for various reasons (and so now she thinks she's a pro), so just waiting on that handsome old wood door (that I still have to find) to transform into a dining room table. Next on the agenda: a new apartment with an actual dining room space, please. I also have a couple blank canvases that need some haphazard swipes of paint to add to the walls of said new apartment. Basically, I need to give a couple more f*cks. 



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