That’s Tight(s)

February 10, 2010

I seemed to find myself snowed in once again today.
I decided to get down to business and start crossing things off my “to-do” list instead of sitting around eating cupcakes and watching Audrey Hepburn movies (okay… well I still might be planning on doing that tonight….)

I don’t wear white tights anymore…
Last year I was made fun of for looking like “a little girl going to communion” in my clean white tights and little ballet flats. So I decided it was high time to do something with the pair that lingered lonely in my closet.
Honestly, I’m not a big fan of tie dye. I guess my brain instantly goes to an image of a rainbow dyed shirt being worn by someone with dirty dreadlocks who hasn’t bathed in a week or two. But I wanted to give single – color dying a try a figured these tights were the perfect victim.

Personally…I adore how they came out.

But I’m dying to know what everyone else thinks.. good/bad whatever! Oppinions please :)


My Own

February 3, 2010

Thought I’d share some photos of some my own vintage little knick nacks :)


January 8, 2010

When I get tired and stressed as I often find myself (the curse of being an over-acheiver and completely unable to sit still for more than five minutes) I take a gander at some of these lovely things and find myself in a “happy place”. Allow these lovely things to help you do the same…

Lovely Accessories

Lovely Food…

Lovely Poses…

Hopefully a new recipe this week – I got the Williams-Sonoma Dessert book for christmas and am antsy to try something!

End of Semester…

December 19, 2009

As classes come to an end and the whether takes a turn for the chillier, my small local college always puts together its student art shows.
I’ve been so much happier with all of my work this semester more than ever. People often ask me if I regret spending all the time and money at Drexel only to return to the college I started out, and I say no, not the tiniest bit. If anything, I learned that I have to do work to please myself and not the professors, and that if I’m not enjoying the process, then I shouldn’t be doing it.

One of my classes this semester was at the Clay College in Millville. It was a 3-D design class, and although we did work with clay a lot we also made things our of old shoes, paper tubes, and created our own “wearable art” which we showed at the opening of the student gallery show with our own littleĀ  runway show.

I just thought I would share some of my work with you…

You may remember my clay cupcake from a previous post. I nicknamed it my “Warhol Cupcake”. This actually wasn’t even for a project for class, but just something I started working on one day. I wanted to make 3 more and do them in other “pop” colors, but never have the time this semester, maybe next?

This is the two sides of the one piece I did. For the project we were given a brick of clay and told to make a cup out of it. It didn’t have to be functional, or a literal cup, but just a cup. I lovve working in black and white, I feel like it just breaks it down so that your mainly focused on good form which is so important.

This was my last clay project for this class. The project was to do a self portrait or a narrative of some sort. This was one of those projects that started off with one meaning and the more I worked on it the more things that I realized it symbolised and ways I related to it. The cross and orchids are all made of clay and painted with acrylics and the base is all dirt from my mothers garden :)

This is my “wearable art” piece. It’s a feather skirt with white lace around the top and a gold zipper down the back.
Any of you fashion nerds, like me, out there are welcome to point out how feather skirts are allll over the runways lately. But seriously, I have sketched to do this from like a year ago, and I was not basing it off of anyone else at the time, I promise!
oh and its modeled by my lovely friend Christa!

So there you have it, a little taste of what I’ve been working on. There were many more projects, but these were some of my favorites from this class – I love any feedback at all, even critisism, so feel free!

September 9, 2009




I want to play don't wait forms in the hideaway
I want to get on with getting on with things
I want to run in fields, paint the kitchen
And love someone
And I can't do any of that here, can I?

It’s funny. Neither me or frank are really “romantic” about any holidays. We don’t feel like we have to go somewhere or really do anything out of the ordinary for them, yet we consistently end up doing something spontaneous and different on holidays. I’d been dying to see the “Model as Muse” exhibit at the MET ever since he told me about it and finally this saturday worked with our schedules and the weather looked like it would cooperate too. Oh, wait, saturday is the fourth isn’t it? oh well, whatever.

We took the bus from Willowbrook mall in North Jersey like we’ve done before and got into the city around 1:30 or 2 and the day just flew by after that.


We wandered the museum for some time looking a lot at the Greek art and the casts of statues and such which were really cool. Finally we found our way to the exhibit – sponsored by my favorite major designer (I of course had to get a picture next to the sign with my marc bag :-)


Each room was a different decade of fashion. It’s amazing to see the dramatic difference ten years can make to the industry. It made me wish I was able to be around in the 40s and 50s when people put so much more thought into how they dressed. It makes me feel like my generation will be known for as the wear-your-pajamas-in-public generation. It’s sad.


After wandering through the exhibit and me drooling over the 50+ years old vogues and harpars bazaars (I have a fashion magazine addition – don’t ask) we realized – oh my goodness! It’s 5:30! It’s crazy how the time flys.

We ended up going to this pizza restaurant place in chelsea called Co. It was really cute, small, but cute. If you ask for tap water they give it to you in a big glass milk jug which made me smile (I love quirky stuff like that). They had really interesting different types of pizza and their other food looked good too. The only thing we weren’t really fans of is that they have the “family style” seating where you’re at a table with a whole bunch of people you don’t know (and CLOSE). If I was with some of my friends, I wouldn’t have minded that much and probably would have talked to someone else, but I don’t really enjoy this type of dining with frank and I know he doesn’t like it either.

6650_117341056677_625351677_2969664_8308799_nWe ended up getting Margarita Pizza and it was great. Even the burnt parts were really tasty. We didn’t realize how small they were though and we were walking all day so we were pretty hungry. It ended up being the perfect excuse to get some ice cream later though (plus my blood sugar was way low and I was getting grouchy).

From there we hoped on the subway and went down to the southstreet seaport to walk around and watch the fireworks. The seaport was the first place we really encountered a 4th of July crowd. People were not paying the least bit of attention to where they were going and kept running into us. So we walked along the bank and waited for the fireworks that were supposed to start at 9.So we sit for a while…. 9:10….nothing….9:20…nothing. We still had to get back to the Port authority to catch the bus and then drive another 3 hours back home so I flagged down a cab and caught a ride up to times square and were able to get a much more interesting view of the fireworks from the back of the taxi.


Yeah, seeing fireworks in the space between skyscrapers definitely beats out watching them from the parking lot of the local high school by pretty far I’m thinkin