Monday, February 28, 2011

Tuesday, February 22, 2011


Can't stop thinking about love lately
Can't stop thinking about you, baby

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Litmus


Good day = Leaving work with sunglasses on
Bad day = Leaving work with glasses for night-driving on
Good day = Having your underwear on correctly
Bad day = Having your underwear on inside-out

Things to do today:


Johnny Cash's To-Do list

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Mini Me

actually, it's alexander wang's niece. hah.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Ew


"I love you so much, it's disgusting."
"Ew."

Saturday, February 12, 2011

In a Way

original here

Asked if she regretted resigning, Ms. Roitfeld said no. 
“I’m very sad, but in a way I’m very happy, too. I don’t want to get old in this golden cage. I’m very punk in a way.”

Yes. Yes you are [punk].


source & photo via IWBAA

Friday, February 11, 2011


I'm a guest on ESB today!  

ASSPREY


As much I appreciate both epistolary pursuits and excessive outlays, this fuckery is kind of double OC. $900+ for a sterling silver postcard?! Well, I never...

Wednesday, February 09, 2011

Monday, February 07, 2011

U.F.: Going Bananas Edition


As she was about to make another deposit, it suddenly occurred to her that her good intentions of learning her dear mother's banana bread recipe could be dangerously veering into hoarding territory.

two weeks prior

"C'mon, when are you ever going to find the time to make banana bread?! SNAP OUT OF IT. Pick up that plastic bag next to you, weakling!"

And like that, an out of body experience of sorts, she blankly carried a strained plastic bag full of twenty-one frozen little corpses down to the garbage.

Sunday, February 06, 2011

Little Shop of Secrets

GAH!!! I was milling through my mum's old photos, gathering photos and information for Threadbare's Of Another Fashion project and stumbled upon a secret life of my mum's! 

I saw this photo and asked her where it was taken. Nonchalantly, she said, "Oh, that was in my plant shop in LA."

< insert record skip screech >
"You owned a PLANT SHOP??? IN LA????" I shrieked.

"Yeah, it barely broke even. Then I got tired of it after a while," cool as a cucumber.

Eat your heart out, Brooklynites. O.G. Pendleton. Har!


[DAMN, GINA!!! Tisha Campbell from Martin as a Chiffon.]

Naurnie! Bella chose you as the winner of the box of miscellany.

Love & randomness,
Gracie

Saturday, February 05, 2011

Couch Surfing


I've never really understood the concept of therapy. Probably because I'm a repressive, secretive freak of nature. There have definitely been a handful of times in my life when I really should've sought help, but for some reason or another didn't. I've always had this impression that therapy was only for rich eccentrics, so I recently asked a friend of mine who is a big proponent of therapy some questions. I hope you find this as interesting as I did.

What are your general thoughts/experiences regarding therapy?