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Adieu, 2010.
Our hosts for the evening, Mr. Ryan and Ms. Zoë.
We welcome you to our home, the Clocktower.
{so, like right in the middle of the photo you can see a building that is just a little bit more colorful than the rest. Those are fireworks reflecting off the windows. Also, I really like this shot because you can see our brick walls reflecting in the sky. No cross-processing here, folks. That’s allll me.}
Oh that? It’s a magnum of Cook’s because we are literally dripping with class.
The bubbles in the bubbly.
Duncan the party monster.
Sweets.
For your health.
Another magnum.
For your health.
Duncan. Ravin’ it up.
{the glow sticks were a silly stocking stuffer from this guy}
Yeah, this guy! Here he is making up a magic trick that actually turned out to be kind of magical.
It was a total accident.
And this is Nick.
He is one half of Nick&Angie.
And.
This is Angie.
They are great halves and also a great whole.
That’s Brian.
He’s great too, just not at pouring champagne properly.
And that’s Zoë.
She on the other hand is great at pouring champagne properly!
And Wii golf.
She’s great at that, too.
She’s like, just great at everything.
Ryan.
And the other half of our kitchen.
The ladies.
Zoë. Lindsey. Angie.
And the noisemakers, getting their one and only appearance of the year.
And good riddance, says Duncan.
Another frigid day in 2011.
Pumps: Steve Madden Luxe :: Trousers + Belt + Blazer: Thrifted :: Shirt: Target :: Bag: Ross
I don’t mind the cold.
I just prefer it to be coupled with snow.
Active snow.
Not the brown, sloppy garbage in the gutters.
But, speaking of snowless days, I have somehow managed to transfer some photos from the new DSLR to my iPhone, and then onto the computer making them viewable to you!
Yaaaaayyyy.
So folks, here are some of my favorite Christmas shots for you to enjoy:
Duncan’s {butt hole} cute new Christmas pajamas!
These are the miniature dollhouse cookbooks I got my Dad for Christmas.
They kill me.
A little Papa Cullie decor.
Christmas Paella!!!!!!!
Christmas Paella…
Christmas Duncan!
Tired boys.
My favorite bagel joint on the planet.
{we stopped in Boulder on the way home for some crazy bacon horseradish cream cheese business}
And this is back at our home.
Duncan was exhausted and went straight to his chair to nap.
Papa Cullie’s AND Christmas is really just too much for any dog to handle.
I love my family.
Like, super big time.
Stay tuned for New Years Eve! Feat. Duncan
2011!
Holy smokes, folks.
We did it.
2010 was a wonderful year and I cannot wait to see what 2011 has in store.
I am optimistic, motivated, and also resigned to what the future holds.
I will continue moving forward with open arms.
Hello world.
Whatcha got?
I, myself, finally got that snow I was waiting on.
It was scrumptulescent.
As was New Year’s Eve.
Myself, Ryan, Nick, Angie, Lindsey, Brian, and Duncan all hung out at our place and rang in 2011.
Simple, quiet, fun, lovely.
I truly am excited for this year.
It seems as though the years only get better as they pass and I have nothing but hope and curiosity for what is to come.
Cashmere socks that can’t be seen: Gift from Hollie :: Sam Edelman Zoe’s: Gift from this guy :: Jeans: Urban :: Lingerie robe as Blouse + Blazer + Necklace : Thrifted :: Bag: Ross
Although in retrospect, you probably wouldn’t have known that by my sweatpants-wearing, halo-playing, leftover-champagne-drinking, even-more-leftover-Christmas-cookie-eating ass this weekend.
But that doesn’t really count, right?
We have a big storm coming, folks!
Like, upwards of 10 inches by morning.
I am so flipping excited.
Like, super big time excited.
Lots of snow = pajamas all day.
And holy smokes, guys.
Have a seat and grab a paper bag in the event of hyperventilation….
So. Guess what I did last night?
I actually
got paid
for doing
what I like doing.
I KNOW! GET OUT!
I essentially went into someone’s closet and created outfits for them to reference in the future.
Kinda strange, really cool, and totally fun.
Granted, it was for someone I’ve known all my life-
BUT STILL.
As far as steps in the right direction go, I would count this a sweeping success.
Thanks, Lan.
And hopefully I will have a proper set up for the DSLR by Monday {more memory, a fucking rig to plug it into the usb-less iPad…} so that I can show you all the sparkly, crisp, pretty, pretty pictures I have taken.
Yay.
Boots: Target :: Jeans: Urban :: Sweater: Forever21 :: Blazer: Thrifted YSL :: Bag: Ross
OH.
And can we talk about this blazer for a second?
Thrifted.
YSL.
HOLY YSL, BATMAN!
I will forever swear by looking in the little boy’s section of the thrifts for your blazers.
ALWAYS.
This is like my fourth or fifth.
I grabbed it, tried it on {it fit perfectly} and upon taking it off I see this tag inside.
I may or may not have peed my pants in public.
Shhhh…
OoooOo gray day.
Weatherman says my snow should be here tomorrow.
A little late, but I appreciate it nonetheless.
And NPR keeps referring to a “frigid New Years”.
So, that’ll be…
cold.
{this is what the clouds actually looked like this morning, this photo was not brightened}
So.
I never really talk about what inspires my outfits.
Usually because I don’t have much time to sit around in the morning, shuffling to and fro in house slippers thinking about something poetic and emotional that will denote the clothes I wear.
I just don’t function like that.
However,
a quick Walgreens run yesterday left my mind racing all evening of how to wrap a proper outfit around
Houndstooth Hands.
I am such a fucking sucker for this shit.
Tacky?
Yep, I’ll take it.
Garish and juvenile?
Yep, you can put those in the bag too.
So essentially, the question was, “how do you have houndstooth hands and try to maintain a somewhat elevated level of class?”
I answered this question with black and white {and yah a little bit of hot pink, too. sowhatwhocares}.
And I also thought I’d show you what goes on on the back of my head.
Pretty much just a mess of curls.
And my weight in bobby pins.
That’s what goes on.
Someday soon I’ll get my shit together, and a buttload of memory for my new camera and I’ll make you some pretty little videos to show you how its done.
Headscarves and all, folks.
Pumps: Steve Madden Luxe :: Tights: Urban :: Skirt + Shirt: Thrifted :: Nails: Walgreens
What are we doing for New Years, guys?
Hello friends and lovers!
Welcome back to Non-Holidayland.
At least only for a few days.
And then it’s time to drop the ball.
For the New Year.
You know what I mean.
And boy do I ever have some a m a z i n g photos to show you from Christmas!
But you will have to wait.
Seeing as they are on my
NEW DSLR CAMERA THAT THIS GUY GAVE ME FOR CHRISTMAS HOLYSHIT.
Um.
Yeah.
Holy
smokes.
Boots: Target :: Leggings: Forever21 :: Dress + Sweater: Urban :: Necklace: Antiqued :: Bag: Ross
And even on top of wonderful, thoughtful, lovely, and silly presents–
Christmas was perfect.
The best people on the planet, Duncan, and delicious food + drink.
Pretty much the biggest A+ ever.
I hope that you and your families and pets and neighbors and friends had the same.
What a wonderful time of year to appreciate all that is good in our lives.
Christmas, you’re the shit.
Oh, Christmas.
I love you.
Oh friends, family, random internet stalkers from High School, and my best girlfriends ever that I’ve never met in real life.
I love you, too.
So here’s wishing each and every one of you the most genuine yuletide cheeriest, smiling ear-to-eariest, glimpsing Santa’s Reindeeriest, having too many beeriest, swinging on the chandelieriest, most fun of the whole entire yeariest Christmas of your lives!
Seriously, I love you.
Whensday.
Sunny again.
No monster snowstorm.
{but thanks for asking, Terri! Cross your fingers for me!}
There are rumors of snow tomorrow, but I refuse to get my hopes up.
That would be devastating.
So….
Let’s shut up about it.
And look at these guys!
Clare has the same booties and that makes me happy.
It’s kind of like we’re playing footsie from thousands of miles away.
And look at this golden sun we had this morning!
Lovely, no?
Booties + Watch: Target :: Jeans: Charlotte Russe :: Blouse + Blazer: Thrifted :: Necklace: Nordstrom Rack :: Bag: Ross
And just a couple little mini garbage days before Christmas!
I’m so excited.
Let’s freak out.
