look book: i don't like mondays
I am dying over this dress! I love how it's a simple design and yet it has such unique features. Like the back zipper, the pockets, the detail that goes from front to back and the thick stretchy material. I'll admit it makes me feel a little bit like a bad-ass haha. I decided to make my hair uber-feminine with a teased updo, a modern take inspired by the one and only Audrey. Thank you so much to I Don't Like Mondays for sending me this awesome dress! Their shop has the coolest stuff so go check it out!
dress T by Alexander Wang c/o I Don't Like Mondays, necklaces Forever 21, spiky ring Marc Jacobs, socks, Nordstrom Rack, shoes Mary Kyri, jacket Madewell, lipstick Lancome Code Red
It's so hard adjusting after a nice long holiday weekend! I also have to remind myself that it's still November, even if just for another day. I have a ton of stuff to do in the next couple weeks but I'm so excited the holiday season is finally here. It seems like everyone is just bubbling with joy and I think that's pretty great!
Update: I Don't Like Mondays is offering an incredible 30% off all full priced Alexander Wang items, including Men's. The code is MLOVESM and it's good through December 7th!
xox
xox
the reward is so much greater than the risk
kazumitakashi
Le Love,
I read this blog all the time but over the break I hadn't been able to get to it. I just caught back up and in the process I saw the picture, this picture, you posted and I started crying...
Honestly I know that thousands of people have regrets about risks not taken but mine keep mounting up.
#1: Edwin = “Chances we didn’t take”
Edwin was my really good friend, then one I opened up to without feeling like I needed to get romantically involved with him. He was also the one I couldn’t tell my family or friends about because of his race. When we both started feeling for each other we both knew I would be risking a lot more than he. In the end I didn’t take the chance. REGRET #1.
#2: Mike = “Relationships we were afraid to have”
Mike is a great guy who is slightly older than me. My friend’s initial reaction to him was mixed which caught me off-guard. I ended up telling him we should just be friends way earlier than I should have—I didn’t even give him a chance really. REGRET #2
#3: Mike (again)= “Decisions we waited too long to make”
It’s been 3 weeks since we talked…I screwed it up Big Time. Sometimes I think if texting him and acting like it was an accident just to open up communication again, but I am afraid he is still upset. Why didn’t I just let him in? REGRET #3.
Can someone please tell me how they stop the regrets from mounting up? Because I can’t take many more…..and they are all 100% my fault.
Indian princess
recipe: macarons!
I have always been interested in making macarons, the beautiful and tasty French cookies! I made coconut macaroons last year which perhaps got me thinking about the other dessert with the similar name. My Dad got me this awesome book called I Heart Macaroons which breaks the recipes down step by step with illustrations. SO helpful because it can get very confusing. Unfortunately I couldn't find a copy of it online but if you're interested I'd definitely recommend the book..it would be a great stocking stuffer since it's so thin! I decided to make my life a little easier by going with the basic vanilla macaron batter {as opposed to the macaroon batter with Italian Meringue}. I also stuck with chocolate ganache and caramel filling. Next time I'll go for the macarons in pretty colors!
{my sheets of mess ups! oops}
They were gooood! Even with all the sweets we had this weekend I'm still craving more!
Hello, my name is Mara and I'm a sugar addict...with no intention of recovery :)
I hope you all had a wonderful and relaxing Thanksgiving weekend!
The winner of the Jung Jewel Necklace giveaway is...Beth! Congrats!
xox
Love Cycles PATCHES in stock!!
Love Cycles PATCHES in stock in the store!! Tyler over at LOWBROWCUSTOMS.COM made these really nice embroidered patches for me. Check him out for all your custom cycles parts and patches. Thanks loads buddy!!
happy birthday dad!
Today is my Dad's birthday!! I love being home to celebrate these kinds of celebrations. My Dad is an incredible man and an amazing father! I seriously lucked out. Not only do I get to enjoy his cooking every night {which I've mentioned before here, here, and here} but I also get to talk with him and learn from him. He's the smartest man I know and I've learned so much from him. He's always been an inspiration to me. I strive to be as avid a reader, as dedicated a partner, as loving a father, and as skilled a cook!
Happy Birthday Daddy!
photo 1. about a year old
photo 2. 8 years old
photo 3. 17 years old visiting Seattle
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I can feel it!!
my confession
leslie
I'm only young. But in my short life I've seen love, love lost and found, love shallow and true. This blog is beautiful, it helps me feel when I was numb before. I don't think you'll publish this, but I trust you to understand, and I need understanding. Here goes.
I don't know why I always do this. There must be a genetic quirk in my brain or something, because I genuinely can't help myself. He is beautiful. He is smart. He is gentle and sweet and sexy and moody and as close to perfection as I can stand. Close as I can imagine. We've never kissed, never touched even. But I am his. For sure, I am his. Whether he wants me or not. There is no doubt about that. I think he wants me too. I think he's close to wanting me, close to doing something about the way we are.
But this weekend. I made my mistake. The same one I always make. To be brutally honest and not in an arrogant way, I've always been the sort of girl with quite a few guys around me, but until this weekend I've managed to keep away from them. Managed to rebuff their advances gently and sweetly while never losing the dreamy expression that the one I belong to gives me. I woke up this weekend. I woke up when I fell asleep in his arms. It wasn't the right him.
I was at this person's house. I drank wine with his mother, and mine. Then they went to bed, he slid a movie into the machine. His house is a beautiful farmhouse in the country; cold and big. We were in the smallest room on a couch with a blanket and a coal fire in the corner. I don't know that I need to be explicit here; one thing led to another. He cradled me in his strong arms, he kissed me with his lips and tongue and teeth, I felt his heart pounding through the thin cotton of my shirt. He was lovely. It was amazing. But he wasn't the right him.
And now I don't know what to do. My guilt is crushing me- not that I really did anything all that wrong. He's not mine, I'm not his. Not officially. But if that's true, why do I feel so sick? This is my confession. I wish I hadn't needed something like this to make me realise how much I love him. Because now I don't deserve him.
I needed to tell someone.
I feel embarrassed, and stupid, both the user and the used, full of self-loathing. This is my confession.
I love you, Christopher, with every shattered piece of my wasted heart. I'm sorry for everything.
happy happy thanksgiving!
Well the table is set, the food is made, and the house is clean! Now I just need to get dressed and wait for our family and friends to come! Thanksgiving has always been one of my favorite holidays {if not my favorite}. It's a day that's all about family and love, and giving thanks. This year I am thankful for so many things. I'm grateful for my wonderful and supportive family, my amazing friends, and my incredible and loving fiance! {Eek still so excited about that}. It's been a year full of so much joy and I'm counting all of my blessings! I'm also thinking about all of you, my sweet blogging friends! Thank you all for coming here and being a part of my life and sharing in my adventures. I cherish each and every one of you {even though most of us haven't met}. I'm wishing you all a happy and blessed Thanksgiving!
xox
photo taken by my brother Anthony!
Sweet sunsets and the wind in my hair
this one goes out to all the best friends
denimandflowers
It's a different type of love, and maybe we all need a break from the achey, sweet love that comes with romance, the kind that excludes the rest of the world, the kind that's limited only to you and him / her.
So this one goes out to all the best friends in the world. The ones that smile for you when you excitedly fall in love with some new, unknown boy. The ones that sit through a pack of cigarettes with you at two to five in the morning listening to you cry about said boy who cheated on you even though they've got to be up at six for work. The ones that take time off work / school just for a little naughty afternoon shopping and eating on weekday. The ones who drag you to social events just to distract you from a broken heart. The ones who respond to every facebook, every twitter status update, just so you don't feel so alone and ignored. The ones who recognize you have a right to feel as shitty as you do about the boy who hurt you even though they'd spent the last two years telling you he was nothing but trash, the ones who don't tell you you're a fool, the ones who tell you you've a right to hurt. Because they're also the ones who have the strength and the love enough to tell you to snap out of it, that he was never worth it, because they're also the ones who have the courage to be honest enough to tell you you'd be a fool to take the manipulative creep back. The ones who bombard his messenger account with warnings to leave you alone, the ones who tell him behind your back to leave you well and alone, to stop messing with your mind when he's already with someone else. The ones who introduce you to new and wonderfully normal and loving boys.
This one also goes out to all the best other-gender best friends in the world. The ones that pick you up late at night for supper, just to take you out of your head. The ones that show you not all the men in the world are screw-ups and traitors, the ones that help you believe that good people still exist in the world. The ones you can laugh with without wanting to kiss, the ones who can give you that insight into that boy's soul you've been dying to know. The ones who swear they'll beat up / get the triads to beat up the poor sod who had the poor judgment to cheat on someone as wonderful and incredible as you even though it's the first night they've met you. This one goes out to all the incredible best other-gender best friends in the world who stuck around even when you abandoned them because your possessive ex-boyfriend went loco every time you even spoke to them. The ones that love you exactly the way you are, the ones that don't mind you snuggling against them just for a warm body without asking for anything more, the ones that come all the way down to the club from home just to drive you home, the ones that cry with you when you sit in your darkness wondering what you've done to deserve such betrayal from the one boy you'd give anything for. The ones that hurt with you when you're drowning in your darkness, the ones that hurt because they see your pain and can't do anything to touch you, to help you.
Friends never betray each other. We fight, sometimes. We disagree. We laugh at each other. But friends, friends are something else altogether. Friends are God's way of saying: here, I know it's tough trying to find your soulmate, but here are some other people you know for sure you can count on forever. They're like family, but better because they love you without the moral obligation attached.
I see you, my lovable friends. And I love you. This is my apology, for doing what I did to our friendships, and this is my way of reminding the world that there is more love in the world that what exists between some guy and a girl.
I love you, my best friends. More than I ever loved him. I promise.
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