Third wheelin'......

I find myself without a plus one for a triple date....have I really been single since prom, and did I just get turned down by not one, but three people....maybe four.Tricycles are cool in theory, but in life it's no fun being the third....or fifth wheel.

It's a jungle out there!

Once again I am challenged to be aggressive and assertive, but the tough thing is tempering it and knowing when to hold 'em and fold 'em. The reason I'm not dating a certain someone is because I was too assertive, but now I need to be more assertive? When is enough enough? Two assertive personalities will yield a massive argument or meltdown reminiscent of tigers melting to butter in Little Black Sambo. And in the end, I have to a job, but not a date....so I guess I need to play the assertive card just right.

Bad romance....

I may be the only person in my current city that craves a music festival or concert religiously. I have no desire to go to Bonaroo, but VooDoo Fest, Lollapalooza, Austin City Limits, South by Southwest, and Coachella I crave. I would drive nine hours for a concert.....why? Call it a delayed reaction, call it the hippie in me coming out, call it a release, call it my love for the arts, call it anything just don't call it crazy.
*via Free People.

Wordless Wednesday.

Favorite new band. Reminds me of the Avetts. Thanks, T. Check it.

Graveyard shift....

I heart dinosaurs and these shoes from D Squared remind me of Sue in Chicago. Take my home to that Paradise City!

Funk so brother....

By now you all know my taste is eclectic to say the least, and I found another home I enjoy via Micasa. Oh the clutter, oh the boho feel. Take note of the frames, propped mirror and dress stand (I want one).Eames chair, Warhol print and fur rug.

Play nice...

How hard is it to do nice things, really?

Bad things....

Sitting on the dock of the bay no more, here I was sitting unassumingly thinking the only the I had to fear was fear itself hurricanes on the coast. And fear I did, my anxiety peaks at the start of hurricane season and ends around Thanksgiving. Not healthy if you ask me, but lately the only thing I have been concerned about is the oil that is being swept ashore....there are trajectory maps and cones of certainty....but people, it's here......
The Obama-cades began last week, and the oil followed....what's next? Hayward on a yacht?
*View from my office window as Obama headed to the island....

Date night...

Let's get a few things straight. Sometimes I blog about good design and sometimes I blog about my life....I am happily single and dating, but I can't help but laugh and write about my misadventures....so bare with me, I know you like the clothes better.

Islands in the stream..

....that is what we are....ah-ah.....I can hear Julia Stiles belching the song circa 2003 in It's a Guy Thing....I love that flick but the one thing I think of when I hear that tune is not the fact that it's a love song, but the fact that it references islands......and given my recent island hopping adventure I felt it appropriate. I am constantly being told that a certain someone is on the island....really, unless you are on a cruise in the Caribbean please do not refer to yourself an being on the island...No Man's an Island and sometimes living on one doesn't help your case.