Mellow Fever

Got Gucci?

2012-02-06T00:30:00.000-05:00

Last week, I was sprinting down Fifth Ave and came to a sliding stop right in front of the Gucci store. I usually don't pay attention to the ready-to-wear collections of in-my-dreams labels like that (a pair of wedges are as crazy as I'll get), but I have this newfound affection for mixing prints and not-so-newfound affection for color-blocking. So I stood outside and threw a temper tantrum to my wallet and we both agreed that I would like to be able to pay for my kids' college educations one day. I want three kids. That's going to be somewhere around $600K, not counting for inflation and whatnot, and a $3,000 silk t-shirt dress will not pay for their meal plans. Unfortunately. So this happened:

Gucci silk dress, $1,990; gucci.com. Madewell silk dress, $168; madewell.com

Gucci silk dress, $2,995; gucci.com. Diane Von Furstenberg dress, $375; dvf.com

Gucci silk dress, $1,700; gucci.com. DKNY silk crepe de chine dress, $345; dkny.com

Which is your favorite look-a-like? Lucky for my savings account, I'm hankering for that little Madewell number...

Say Yes...

2012-02-03T00:00:00.000-05:00

...to jumping for joy—literally.

Yes to rainy days.

Yes to the Giants...

...and definitely not the Patriots. No yes for you, Brady.

WHAT ABOUT BRIDGET?

Yes to Bridget Moynahan.

Yes to this not being my job.

Yes to the weekend!

Photo credit: Louvve

Come to Light

2012-02-02T00:00:00.000-05:00

This week, I read a semi-helpful article in the NY Times about how to create natural light in an apartment where there is, well, none. Semi-helpful because a) I already do everything it advised, and b) it basically squashed my dream of lacquered walls in a New York City apartment ("Avoid glossy finishes," the article cautions). I guess I should have made that "Not-very-helpful."

Then I read another NY Times article, this time about buyers who search specifically for dark apartments. Though many have schedules that suit a constant lack of light, there are a few that claim that bright artificial lights are enough. Plus, darker apartments tend to be set in the rear of buildings. Read: they're quieter. Quieter, unless you have a very bitter little cat that sits outside your window and cries all night. Did you know that a wailing cat sounds unnervingly like a screaming woman? As someone who can't watch Dexter without locking all of the doors and windows first, that's one harrowing sound to wake up to at 4 AM.

What's your take? Thanks to this apartment, I've realized that natural light is a nonnegotiable for me. I can't wait for the day I wake up to sunlight...or a thunderstorm...or anything but the sounds of pigeons getting to "know" one another in the Biblical sense. It's the little things, after all. Right?

Photo credit: Charles Spada and 79 Ideas.

In the Bag

2012-01-31T00:00:00.000-05:00

I love a good leather purse, and the trapeze tote is all the rage right now. I'm kind of an extremist when it comes to bags: I like either tiny ones that you don't notice while you're dancing (small cross-body styles, I'm looking at you), or gigantic ones that will fit two magazines, a book, and a teacup pig. These fall into the latter category, and after years and years of buying perfectly rectangular totes (I'm a girl of habit, apparently), I am craving an interesting, off-kilter shape. Seriously. This is what happens when you write about fashion for a living: you begin to slip things like "crave" and "need" and "Come to mama" into daily conversation. The trapeze tote is perfectly slouchy (all the better to pair with rumpled tees and skinny jeans) yet unexpected. Plus, it's so versatile. Here are my favorite styles:

Clockwise from top: J.Crew leather tote, $328; jcrew.com, Alexander Wang leather tote, $975; alexanderwang.com, Céline calfskin purse, $OutOfMyPriceRange; celine.com

Lacquer Up

2012-01-25T00:00:00.000-05:00

One of my bosses went to a get-together at her daughter's classmate's apartment. This wasn't just any apartment—it was a sprawling, 5000+ square foot expanse (in New York City) (IN NEW YORK CITY) on Park Avenue with freshly lacquered walls. Naturally, my boss took pictures and shared them with me. We cried a little. Since then, I've been OBSESSED with lacquered walls and ceilings in the most saturated colors. Sunny yellow, navy blue, chartreuse green...I can't get enough. I think it looks especially gorgeous on the ceiling, but if you don't have enormous rooms, a coating or three on the walls will do.

Filing this under "Things to do by the time I'm 35 and when I get my own home and/or marry rich."

Photo credits: Apartment Therapy and Patterson Maker

Happy Chinese New Year!

2012-01-23T00:00:00.000-05:00

Gong xi fat coi! (I say it "Ghun-hay-faht-choy," the Cantonese pronunciation). It's one of the eight phrases I know in Chinese, along with "More water, please" and "Good friend." You know, the really integral things.

To celebrate, I went out to Queens to have lunch with my extended Chinese family. Then I continued the celebration in similar fashion with a batch of brownies. (Obviously.) I decided to take the healthy leap and swap oil for unsweetened applesauce and eggs, for egg whites. The verdict? Brownies that were perfectly crumbly and light, chewy but not at all dense. I was most worried about the flavor, as I'm not a fan of applesauce in general. However, that was completely overtaken by all of the chocolate-y goodness, and now, I don't have to feel guilty when I eat two, three, or eight little brownies.

Have you ever used a healthier substitute in baking? I've heard nonfat Greek yogurt can also be subbed for oil, but I read that it's tangy and therefore works better in white-flour foods, like vanilla cake.

Photo credit: Vincent Van Gogh

Sheer Genius

2012-01-17T00:00:00.000-05:00

I love a good pair of opaque tights—Wolford is my brand of choice, and though their tights are pricey, they're built like tanks and will hold up through an apocalypse. But aren't Clémence Poésy's sheer polka-dot tights so darn cute? They add such a fun, whimsical vibe to the rest of her outfit. Are you a fan of the patterned tights? I think this style is all I could pull off...

[Photo cred here]

Lazy Monday

2012-01-16T00:00:00.000-05:00

Well. On that note, good morning and good night.

[photo cred here and there]

Pants on Fire

2012-01-10T00:00:00.000-05:00

I received a pair of red J. Brand jeans for Christmas, waxed to look like leather (thanks, mom!). At first, I was perplexed. Then I got to work brainstorming.

VOILA.

Colored, leather-waxed pants (J Brand, $300) + neutral blouse (Kenny, $127) + statement wedges (Lanvin, $599) + delicate, feminine jewelry (Finn ring, $650; Alexis Bittar earrings, $345) = YES.

I didn't use the exact style, as they've been long gone (my mom snapped them up in August after I stared lovingly at them and drooled on the floor of Intermix), but these can work with any colored denim. Navy blue would look awesome. Obviously, this is a pipe dream of an outfit, although those Lanvin wedges are shrieking my name. Come to mama, little wedges. I will love you and polish you and keep you clean forever. (Purring ensues).

How would you wear a pair of red nearly-leather pants?

Blue Morning

2012-01-09T00:00:00.000-05:00

I love how New York City is cast in shades of navy in the early morning when I wake up and walk to the gym. I always imagine the city as a gritty steel color in my mind, but when it's 6 AM and the lights are still winking, it's something altogether a little lighter and fresh.

How was your weekend? I went upstate to the Hudson Valley, which manages to be pretty even in the dead of winter (if you consider 50 degrees to count as winter). I don't mean Poughkeepsie so much as the woods and hills and creeks around it. I figured everyone would be confused if I used the modifier "pretty" for Poughkeepsie. I've been reading The Marriage Plot lately. Has anyone else started reading it? I'm halfway through, but the references and obscure quotes make me feel so unread (and I was an English major) that I can't decide how I feel about it. There's also the part where I'm obsessed with an entirely different genre and set of writers (dirty realism from the 80s; Raymond Carver, Amy Hempel, Richard Ford, Flannery O'Connor). Are you thinking of reading it? I know it received a lot of hype.

[photo cred here and there]

Midwinter Style

2012-01-03T00:00:00.000-05:00

Chilly weather can be the fast-track to a fashion rut. Cozy boots, long coats and dark colors galore define winter style, but lately, they seem like external manifestations of severe seasonal affective disorder. That's no fun. I stumbled across two options for spicing up cold weather wear:

1. High-top sneakers: I could probably get away with wearing these to the office. For those who don't work in an environment where things like snakeskin-print trousers are acceptable, they're ideal for running weekend errands. Why? High-top sneakers are surprisingly great at enduring all sorts of precipitation. My Nike Dunks made it through three Chicago winters. Just add luxe touches like fur and leather to keep them from looking too grungy.

2. Khakis: If winter's mild (read: not Chicago, but maybe New York), khakis are such a cute and unexpected alternative to denim and knit tights. Pair them with a short wool jacket and booties. Plus, I feel like so much winter style has a black or navy palette—brown's a little more fresh. To avoid looking like you're confused and think it's still October, make sure everything else is a warmer, darker tone.

Which look do you like best? (I'm all about #1 myself).

[photo cred here and there]

A New Year

2011-12-31T13:31:00.000-05:00

I've been thinking a lot about the new year lately. Usually, it stands as a fresh start, the opportunity for growth. Everyone makes resolutions in order to spark some sort of change in their life, whether that be flossing more often (for me, yes) or drinking less gin and tonics (for me, never).

But for 2012, I don't even know what I should resolve to do. There's been so much change in 2011 that I'd appreciate some sort of stasis in the next year. My life was turned upside-down: I left Evanston for a NYC (read: miniscule) apartment surrounded by pigeons and litter, somehow landed a wonderful job for which people pay me to write (I know, right? And you're getting this for free!), and my best friends either moved to Africa or stayed in Chicago. Do you know what it's like when your best friend is in the Tanzanian jungle? It feels horrible. I don't wish it on anyone but my very worst enemies.

So I'm just going to do what I should have been doing anyway. I'm going to floss because my dad's a gum surgeon who went on a long lecture about gingivitis the last time I let him look at my teeth. I'm going to keep my network of scattered friendships as close as possible, given the circumstances. And most of all, since I already have that New York City shoebox, I'm going to explore the city. Really, really explore it. This means walk outside the radius between my apartment and my office.

Hope you have the happiest New Year ever!

[photo cred here, here, and there]

Fur Better

2011-12-21T00:00:00.000-05:00

Ann Taylor has fluffy and adorable fur pillows ($78; anntaylor.com). YOU ARE WELCOME.

[photo cred here]

On the Dot

2011-12-20T00:30:00.000-05:00

Let's talk about polka dots. I was never a fan of them as a print on clothing (too ladylike for my taste, I think), although I could see myself falling for them on a silk tie-neck blouse. Otherwise, I think they're far more fun in decor. I love them as an accent, whether they be on a duvet or on a lamp. An entire room of polka dots is tempting (oh so tempting), but probably not doable in real life. What is?

This rug (left, $99 and up; pbteen.com) and that lampshade (right, $49; pbteen.com) are perfect examples. I love that the rug's dots are off-kilter and not at all uniform. It seems so playful and quirky; I could totally see it on my floor and under the coffee table. The lampshade is special because it's white-on-white polka dots. The texture is so special, and the ripple pattern, genius. What do you think?

[photo cred here and there]

All Wrapped Up

2011-12-19T00:00:00.000-05:00

This weekend, I finished up my Christmas shopping. I had a long list this year: my family, of course, my friends, and then the wonderful people who helped me get to the place I am today (which would be: employed). At first, I was a little lost. What should the price point be? Are there any things I shouldn't give?

I'm not a very good gift-giver, but I have one rule when I'm searching for the perfect present: it has to be something that the person will love but wouldn't normally buy him- or herself. Things like Lollia bubble bath, which is beauty-editor approved (not by me, but a seasoned beauty director)(I promise), is just extravagant enough without being excessive. C. Wonder (created by Tory Burch's ex-husband and co-founder of her eponymous clothing line) also has a fantastic selection of affordable yet adorable trinkets. I love these bright enamel boxes and pretty glass plates.

What are your go-to gifts?

[photo cred here and there]

Fancy Pants

2011-12-15T00:00:00.000-05:00

Yesterday, I wore a snappy pair of vintage-print Diane Von Furstenberg corduroy shorts. (Yep). (You read that correctly). They're the sort of things that I always want to buy but never actually buy, although apparently, the chances of me saying no when they're hanging on a sample sale rack are nil. So they became mine, and naturally, I layered them over a pair of warm black tights. The thing is, I've never loved the look of tights under shorts. Personal opinion: the pairing looks inappropriate and a little off-kilter. However, I wanted to wear these shorts so badly that I would've put them on over ski pants. The kicker: the shorts didn't look terrible. I wore them ("they" in question being black with pink polka-dot clusters)(yes, you read that right)(no, I'm not blind)(come one, guys, Diane Von Furstenberg always creates baller patterns!) with black tights, a black silk tee, and black flats.

This brought me to my conclusion that as long as the color palette is subdued and the shorts are somewhat fancy (patterned, sequined, not denim), they're a-okay with tights. And then I saw the above picture, and now I'm dying to throw denim shorts over tights and top them off with a cozy sweater and an awesome pair of boots. It's like fashion schizophrenia. So help me: where do you stand when it comes to winter shorts?

[photo cred here]

Hit the Lights

2011-12-14T00:00:00.000-05:00

Hi, I'm Susi, a blogger for Arcadian Lighting, where I write about design and lighting ideas and inspiration for the home. I love visiting blogs like Mellow Fever as a guest blogger. My post today is about 8 fashionable apartments. Small on space but not on style, these apartments are chic and fashionable. What makes a space fashionable for you? Floor, furniture, light fixtures, decorative accessories--each can make a stylish contribution. Enjoy!

Clean, modern lines make this open apartment feel fashionable and chic. Vintage and contemporary pieces mix together, just like in fashion, to create a cool living space.

I love this dining area that is bordered by a bookcase. Combining a dining room and library can give an apartment a fabulous chic pied a terre feeling. Eclectic finds make the space feel personal.

This chic apartment living room seamlessly combines living and home office areas into one fabulous apartment. A mix of furniture styles, crisp artwork, and clean lines make the space fashionable.

When the view out the window is spectacular, the décor of the apartment should be downplayed to avoid competition. The neutral décor of this fashionable living room manages to still be stunning, without competing with the skyline.

In fashion, black never goes out of style. In decorating, black is a bold statement on walls. Here, the kitchen and dining spaces are joined by the color black, expanding both spaces. The simple pendant light picks up that black theme.

For an apartment that is big on style but small on space, low profile seating is a good idea. Backless and simple take up less space than big, bulky pieces. I love the gallery wall.

Lovely elaborate “gates” separate the living room from the hall in this gorgeous apartment. A light pastel palette gives the apartment a fashionable, feminine style.

Beautiful ceiling lights set the stage for gorgeous art and furniture in this fashionable apartment. The dark chocolate walls recede, making the space feel larger.Wouldn't you love to come home to one of these fashionable apartments? Stop by Arcadian Lighting's blog for even more stylish ideas and decorating inspirations!

(Images: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8)

Morning Glory

2011-12-12T00:30:00.000-05:00

This weekend, I went to margaritas with the fashion department before heading home to bake cookies and decorate my miniature Christmas tree. Did I say bake cookies? I meant eat them. Oops. My mistake. The thing about grabbing drinks with the fashion department is that even while wearing two necklaces and wedge boots, I still manage to be the most underdressed person there. You know what could help? A choose-your-own-~~adventure~~-outfit video from Madewell. After twelve years of wearing plaid kilts and knee socks, I'm not good at dressing myself in new and imaginative ways. If I do in fact find a creative combination, I'll wear it once a week until I do my dry-cleaning. So tomorrow, I'm going to let this cute video decide. Where did your choices take you? (Mine were: Tea, geeky chic, handbags, dress down, confetti).

Your New To-Do

2011-12-07T00:30:00.000-05:00

Are you feeling blue? A little down? Like a party popper? Unpoopular? (If you have no idea what I'm talking about, watch this RIGHT NOW. Then come back and finish reading.) Brighten up:

1. Soak in a bath for an absurdly long period of time. Bring a good book and clean, fluffy towels.
2. Swipe on red lipstick. It will boost your confidence so much that you'll smile at your reflection in every single window. Don't you feel better just thinking about that?
3. Organize your desk. A happy byproduct: your thoughts will be a tad less chaotic.
4. Order a cappuccino...to stay. No need to go on your merry way when there's foam to stir and sip. Sit down. SIT. DOWN.

[photo cred to 1, 2, 3 and 4]

Flat Out Gorgeous

2011-12-06T00:30:00.000-05:00

I love a good wedge, but my affection for ballet flats is no secret.

Help a terribly indecisive girl out. Which style is your favorite?

(From left to right): Madewell skimmers, J.Crew ballet flats, and Marais maryjanes

[photo cred to AMY STONE // COFFEE TALK]

Rise & Shine

2011-12-05T00:30:00.000-05:00

This weekend, I accidentally spent an afternoon devoted to myself. First, I went to Via Quadronno, an Italian café in the heart of the Upper East Side that features delicious paninis and the best cappuccinos ever. It cost me a mint (or let's be honest, about eight mints), but the wild boar prosciutto panini was worth it. The cappuccino was light, foamy and rich. It completely lived up to my expectations, and I'm probably going to dream about it for the rest of my life.

It didn't stop there (of course not). I went to Ladurée. Duh. About every other word on this blog is about macarons. During the forty minutes waiting outside on line, I steeled myself to resist temptation and only get five. Once I got inside the actual shop, I gave myself a break and bumped that up to six. And then, when I reached the counter, I ordered eight. One chocolate, one caramel salted butter, and six raspberry macarons later, my bank account is empty and my appetite, satiated. They too lived up to my expectations: melt-in-your-mouth and perfectly sweet.

How was your weekend? Please tell me it was as good as mine or I'll feel awful for having devoted this post to gloating.

[photo cred here and there]

Say Yes...

2011-12-02T03:00:00.000-05:00

...to wintertime.

Yes to the NYTimes Life Report.

Yes to wearing a sweater and no pants when you're home alone...

...à la Carrie Bradshaw.

Yes to chocolate-covered Oreos.

Yes to a heartwarming story.

YES.

[photo cred here and there]

The Fine Print

2011-12-01T03:00:00.000-05:00

Do you have time to read the paper in the morning? I subscribe to NYTimes.com, but it's not until the evening that I have a spare moment to pore over the articles. Therefore, I'm oh-so-pleased to see this Little Printer. Created by BERG, it allows you to curate content from sources such as The Guardian and Twitter to create your own miniature, receipt-sized newspaper. Plus, when it's not in use, it doubles as a tiny, quirky tsotchke. But my favorite part, as someone who works for a magazine and majored in English Literature, is the paper component. I see screens so often that sometimes, my dreams appear in a computer monitor in my head. I'm so pleased to see paper that I can fold, scribble on, and tuck in my purse at the forefront of this concept.

My ideal pint-size paper would most likely consist of a game of Sudoku, a photo of my friends or family from one of my Facebook albums, and a headline each from the business, fashion, and health sections.

What would your personalized newspaper include? Wouldn't this make a fantastic stocking stuffer?

[photo cred to Fast Company]

'Tis the Season

2011-11-30T03:00:00.000-05:00

Unforeseen perks about living in New York City during the holidays: passing by Christmas tree stands, which virtually appeared overnight. There seems to be one every two or so blocks, and when I walk by, I'm smacked in the face with the warm, refreshing scent of fir trees. I'm that girl who stops and buries her face in the lush needles. Are you surprised? Not at all? Is that a compliment? No? Plus, at night, there are strands of bobbing lights criss-crossed over them. It's like a Christmas fairy just decided to do something about the smell of trash sitting on First Avenue.

When my family opted to buy an enormous (and fake) 12-foot tree, I insisted on getting my own real miniature tree. I just love the fragrance: inviting, a little sharp, and cozy. I get that needles make a mess and dry trees make for an unpleasant fire hazard, but I think that that's worth it. (Although I'd probably take a different stance if I, say, accidentally burned down my building). (Knock on wood). (Pun unintended but so awesome that I'm going to allow it). Real or faux, which do you prefer?

[photo cred here]

For the Love of Leopard

2011-11-29T03:00:00.000-05:00

On any given day, I walk at least 44 blocks to and from work. It's actually a fantastic commute—I just stroll down First Ave, under the 59th St Bridge, and cut over to Third. I think it's very good for my temper that I don't try to squeeze into a rush-hour 6 train, but the havoc that my walk wreaks on my feet? Not so much. Pumps are out of the question, and I'll only wear wedges when I'm desperate. (I keep a pair of each under my desk). (Obviously).

I'm crushing on a good pair of flats that, comfort and endurance aside, will make an easy transition to the office. My Bensimon sneakers won't cut it (cute as they are) and my satin Marc by Marc boat shoes are already really pissed that I let them near the gritty sidewalks of Chicago. These Madewell leopard print skimmers ($118; Click to Buy) are perfect. I love the pointed toe and the honest-to-God calf hair. Bonus: they're neutral enough to match almost everything, but still add a playful touch. And it's at moments like this that I regret memorizing my credit card number. But are they worth it? Absolutely.

[photo cred to Atlantic Pacific blog, top, and here]

Coffee and a Thought

2011-11-23T05:00:00.000-05:00

I have been terrible about keeping up with blogging. I used to wake up with hours to spare, which I would then spend reading my favorite blogs and updating my own. Now, I wake up to a strict schedule. I'm too anxious to waver from it—between events and working at the office and finding time for the gym and walking everywhere in between, one misstep can throw off an entire day.

But I've realized that I make time for things I find important: a weekly hour of speaking French, boxing classes, going home a few times a month. So why does blogging get the short shrift? I have no idea, but I'm going to change that. If my blog were a kitten, the ASPCA would be hunting me down right now. I love blogging. I love to write about things other than holiday hair styles or the best fashion picks for the season (although I really enjoy that too).

So, in conclusion, I am back and less crazed. Stay tuned for a concerted effort and, in the meantime, here's a shopping list I put together for you.

[photo cred here]

Romance in Retrospect

2011-11-22T05:30:00.000-05:00

“They say that each generation thinks it invented love. But from what I can see, my generation seems to fear we’ve forgotten it.” — NYT

Do you go on dates? Or did you? My mom had a boyfriend named Pete; he wore socks with sandals. My dad won't even wear sandals, so it's clear that this wasn't meant to be. Pete happened either before or after she dated Bernie, who, she recalls, was actually attractive. There were dates, which included dinner and movies and dancing. Then my grandfather pulled up in a silver station wagon and whisked her home. There were no preliminary text messages or gin and tonics involved, so I obviously don't relate. (Just kidding). (Kind of).

A new NYTimes essay describes the difference between the perception of love in that generation and that of ours. In high school, instead of shyly passing notes, I printed out AIM conversations. I locked text messages in my phone so that I couldn't accidentally delete them. The saved messages on my phone include voicemails from three different boyfriends. Communication and the consequential intimacy occur so fast that the gradual, step-by-step romance of the past is all but extinct.

The organic chemistry classes at Northwestern were designed to weed out those who weren't dedicated to pre-med. (I'm Exhibit A). Maybe the dates—the coffee, the drinks, the dinner, the goodnight kiss before two people go their separate ways—are a way to weed out the boys who aren't worth it, the guys who don't deserve the goodnight kiss, the preserved conversations that you'll pore over years later, the intact text messages and voicemails. It's a slower and steadier way of developing a relationship, but don't good things come to those who wait? What are your thoughts?

[photo cred here]

Fair Isle Femme

2011-11-21T06:00:00.000-05:00

Remember this sweater (on the left) from Stella McCartney's Fall 2007 collection? I do. Because I loved it, saw a girl wearing it in the university library, and promptly fell out of my chair. I've since recovered, but that doesn't mean I've stopped loving the look of quirky and oh-so-cozy Fair Isle.

My favorite part: the absence of rainbow hues means that Fair Isle can double as a versatile neutral. How genius is that? You could pair them with jeans and boots for a low-key outfit or jazz them up with a pair of brightly colored jeans. (The grey would be perfect with red, and for the pale beige on the right? Navy all the way). Steal the Joie sweater for a fraction of the Stella McCartney cost. No offense, Stella, but my wallet needs a hug.

[photo cred to style.com]

Say Yes...

2011-11-18T00:00:00.000-05:00

...to bringing this back. Sorry I got so lazy/busy/lazy.

Yes to Essie in School of Hard Rocks.

Yes to seeing 50/50 (finally!)(have you seen it?).

Yes to warms-you-up, fills-you-up vegetable soup.

Yes to soft slippers...

...and big, comfy throw blankets.

Yes to Friiiday!

[photo cred here]

Speak Now: On Fashion

2011-11-15T06:00:00.000-05:00

“Girls do not dress for boys. They dress for themselves and, of course, each other. If girls dressed for boys they’d just walk around naked at all times.”

- Betsey Johnson

Sometimes, it seems that not everyone takes my work as seriously as I do. Some don't consider it serious journalism, or they assume that I spend my days playing with lipstick.

Others think that fashion doesn't demand the same rigor and attention that topics such as politics and international events do. This may be true to a certain extent, but I don't think it means that fashion and beauty are insignificant. I believe that both are related, and both have an impact on how you're perceived and how you carry yourself. You can't judge a book by its cover, but you also can't discount the benefits of making a good first impression. I got my job thanks to a great first impression on a beauty editor who made a wonderful first impression on me (clearly). Beyond that, how you perceive yourself informs self-image and confidence, both of which are vital for everything from job performance to learning ability. Beauty is one of the most accessible ways for women to boost self-confidence in even little ways, whether it be by swiping on lipstick or spritzing perfume. Is this less important than the third victim of Herman Cain's alleged sexual harassment or the verdict of Dr. Conrad Murray's trial? Should this easy way to improve a woman's self-confidence go ignored?

Fashion, too, goes further than the spectacle of runway shows and passing trends. Throughout history, it has reflected culture and identity. It can denote the values of an era (high-collared dresses of Victorian wear) and social status (constrictive corsets, representative of the repression of women). Fashion is a form of expression of all of these things, as well as a manifestation of individual beliefs and tastes. Often, fashion is painted as a trivial indulgence, but it's a freedom and a privilege to be able to wear what we choose. It has its excesses and controversies; find me an industry that doesn't. At its core, though, fashion is a way to present and represent yourself in a subtle and unique manner. Regardless of where you're from or how much you earn, you can define yourself with what you choose to wear.

I've struggled with this for a bit—people don't consider fashion and beauty writing to be hard-hitting journalism or an intellectual field. I may not be reporting on a precedent-setting court case or giving a how-to on the newest version of the iPhone, but, in my own small way, I'm providing the tools for a woman's improved self-perception and increased confidence.

Plus, I play with lipstick about 4% of the time—and that 4% is awesome.

[photo cred here]

The Glass Doorknob

2011-11-08T06:00:00.000-05:00

About three weeks ago, I stole something.

I stole a doorknob from a frat house. It was a pretty glass doorknob that most definitely did not belong in a hazy crowd of boys, so I slipped it into my purse and bolted. Now, I own this gorgeous doorknob and am trying to figure out what to do with it. I can't use it in a door because I'm actually not that handy. Plus, I think I'd need another doorknob for that. So. About the stray doorknob.

Things I could do with this lone doorknob:

1. Use it as a cork in the bottle of week-old Prosecco in my fridge.

2. Talk someone who IS handy into mounting it on a wall as a towel hanger.

3. Do something creative and DIY with it, but forget to glue a part so that it falls to pieces. Loudly. In the middle of the night. (This has happened before, most often with Christmas decorations).

4. Leave it where it is on my desk and be mildly irked that it's not serving a purpose.

What would you do with a spare, vintage-looking doorknob?

[photo cred here and there]

Slow Moments

2011-11-04T06:30:00.000-04:00

When the wind starts to bite, don't you just want to curl up with a cup of spiced tomato soup (above) and a good book? At a SpaRitual event I attended last week, Carl Honoré of the book In Praise of Slowness spoke about our rapid-fire culture (What? Really? Wait, what are we talking about again?) and the inaccurate conception of slowness as a lack of productivity. I think I understand. I walk so fast on my way to work that I once steamrolled right over a baby. And, if you're a member of the three-person group that spans the entire sidewalk (an approximation that takes obesity rates into consideration), I will stomp around you before turning around to shoot you my dirtiest look.

It can't be healthy.

So.

I take this to mean that we should sit and do nothing this weekend.

Enjoy!

Throwdown: Macarons vs Cupcakes

2011-11-03T07:00:00.000-04:00

"The macaron is the anti-cupcake.A cupcake comforts. A macaron teases. Dainty, nearly weightless, it leaves you hungrier than you were before. It is but a prelude to other pleasures. Your slacker boyfriend gives you a cupcake; your lover gives you macarons."

— NYTimes.com

The New York Times wrote a dainty little piece about macarons, in which I learned that I live four blocks from Ladurée and then kicked myself repeatedly with my satin Marc by Marc boat shoes for even finding this out in the first place. Au revoir, waistline. Bonne chance! I'm not the biggest fan of jasmine macarons, but I'll snarf down the raspberry jam-filled kind faster than you can count them. What's your favorite kind? Would you even go so far as to place macarons higher than cupcakes on the saccharine totem pole of drool-inducing yum?

[photo cred here]

Floral Surroundings

2011-11-02T00:00:00.000-04:00

For some reason, I've always considered wallpaper to be a little antiquated, something that peeled on the edges and paled in comparison to the bold color of paints. This might be because my parents literally stripped all of the wallpaper from our house a few years ago. Not that I'm pointing any fingers. (But I am).

Not anymore! I was researching Cynthia Rowley (naturally) and came across this wallpaper she designed for her apartment. I liked it. We fell in love. (It may not have been mutual...). Then, I found the floral paper (beneath)—it's just so perfect for a little girl's room. Florals with a graphic touch don't have the saccharine or even stuffy feel of the traditional patterns.

I'm jonesing for this quirky, graphic floral wallpaper from Flavor Paper (below):

When I get my own apartment and/or do not rent and/or have an expendable budget, playful floral walls will be mine. And there will be flowers everywhere. Obviously. And a Philippe Starck Louis Ghost armchair. Did I mention an expendable budget will have happened by this point?

[photo cred to Elle Decor and here]

Golden Weekend

2011-10-28T00:00:00.000-04:00

I know Halloween (and most of October) is all about the orange and black, but I think a rich yellow is a much kinder shade to wear. Plus, it provides a pop of color without stepping into springtime territory. It's not that I have anything against orange...but it makes my skin look green.

What are you doing for Halloween? My boyfriend refused to tell me his costume because he was afraid I'd steal it. I persuaded him to tell me and then, true to form, poached his idea. Thus, we'll both be going as "Occupy the Bar Protesters." We'll be part of the 99% drunk. In my defense, I just graduated from college and I'm still in the transition phase. Apparently. :) Are you dressing up?

[photo cred to Martha Stewart and Patterson Maker]

Walk Like a Lady

2011-10-26T00:00:00.000-04:00

I'm in a committed relationship with my wool camel trench, but aren't these princess coats so unbelievably feminine? The muted, darker colors of the Alaïa number (on the left) and the Topshop style (on the right) keep the silhouette from looking too precious. Plus, the cinched waist is flattering and makes even a sweater-and-denim combo seem pulled together. What do you think?

Venus in Fur

2011-10-25T00:00:00.000-04:00

In a cruel twist, one of my best friends has achieved my dream: a chandelier in the bathroom. This is in addition to high ceilings, a bay window and a kitchen with legitimate counter space (as opposed to a cart wedged up against the sink). How? She lives in a wonderful old building in Lincoln Park, Chicago. If her apartment were available in NYC, I'd have to sell my foot on the black market to afford it.

Just because trappings (har har) of luxury aren't built into my apartment here doesn't mean I can't fake them with warm, cozy textures like fur and fleece. Like so:

You never know just how tempting it is to turn that fur vest into a pillowcase until you catch a picture like the above. Not so crafty (or really attached to your fur vest)? Here are two terribly tempting options:

I love the Target pillow on the left for its a) price, and b) neutral color, but the Anthropologie throw on the right has just taken me to dinner and a movie before leaving me on the doorstep with just a peck on the cheek. I need you, flouncy fleece throw. I think we would be great together with a cup of tea and a chilly, drizzly morning. And let's be honest: it's not as though my IRA is going to keep me warm at night.

[photo cred here]

Naturally Light

2011-10-17T22:57:00.000-04:00

Natural light was never a priority when I was apartment-hunting in NYC. Safe area? Check. Not my grandparents' attic in Queens? Check. Across the street from a bagel shop? Check. I also demanded laundry en suite, exposed brick and a fire escape where I could grow my now-nonexistent basil, but received none of that. Such is New York, having a budget in New York, and—most significantly—having no idea what really matters.

Now, my bedroom window looks into an enclosed alley ("courtyard" is too generous) full of cigarette butts and burnt-out joints. Pigeons make love on my windowsill. The view from my window? A shot of my AC unit, which is covered in a gruesome mix of feathers (apparently, the aforementioned pigeons are adventurous) and bird poo. It is neither pleasant nor charming. And, because I'm in a first-floor apartment, there is minimal natural light. Occasionally, I get slats of unenthused grey shadows, but sunshine? Never.

What are your priorities for a house or apartment and/or what was your first grown-up apartment like? Ever experience fecund poultry? No? Are you counting your blessings right now? (Yes, yes you are).

[photo cred here and here]

The Weekend

2011-10-14T00:00:00.000-04:00

Hope your weekend looks something like this!

[photo cred here]

Mark the Mini

2011-10-12T00:00:00.000-04:00

The thing about pencil skirts is that they're difficult to (speed)walk in. When I'm hustling to work, the last thing I need is a restrictive silhouette to slow me down. Minis can be just appropriate for the office if you play them right (but still allow for a fast, I'm-not-afraid-to-trample-your-Dachshund pace). In a classic grey tweed and (at this length) paired with black tights, they're perfect with a silky blouse or collared shirt. I'm obsessed with this little DSquared2 number on the right. When I say obsessed, I mean that I hope Santa or the Easter Bunny or my fairy godmother is reading this right now. Wink. Wink wink wink.

What do you think? Does it depend on the office environment? Admittedly, mine is the kind of place where you can wear snakeskin pants or a silk jumpsuit. (Both worn by my bosses). (Who are awesome). (Whose ensembles clearly put my jeans-and-tee uniform to shame). (Would you prefer that they write this blog?). (Please don't answer that).

[photo cred here]

Fashion Math

2011-10-11T00:00:00.000-04:00

Statement necklace + chic jacket = the perfect fall ensemble for the office.

[photo cred here and here]

October Mornings

2011-10-10T00:00:00.000-04:00

Fall is so lovely. My roommate and I wandered up Lexington Ave to Edit New York, where I bought a Joie sweater (after feeling just how soft it was)! The weather has been so perfect--cool and crisp and sunny. What were you up to this weekend?

[photo cred to 1, 2 and 3]

I Want to Go Shopping

2011-10-05T20:34:00.002-04:00

The other day, I got lost in Bergdorf Goodman on my way to an event. This isn't to say that I took a quick look while en route. I actually had an event at the BG Bergdorf Goodman restaurant and had to wander from floor to floor in order to find it.

While my wallet (and heart) were sobbing, I realized that I hadn't gone shopping in such a long time. I stumble across adorable flats as I traipse around the blogosphere and roam Club Monaco for office-appropriate pencil skirts, but it's been ages since I've brushed my hand over a pair of suede booties or gotten lost in a rack of cashmere. I shop online so much that I've lost the tactile pleasures of being in a store.

Beautiful Bergdorf's is a prime example of the luxury that accompanies shopping in a store. I love RueLaLa and Gilt Groupe as much as the next girl on a budget, but you lose part of the experience. You can't touch the fabrics or stare at a dress for ten whole minutes (or else it'll be out of your shopping cart and in someone else's). So this weekend, I'm going to walk down to Bergdorf's and look and touch and try on some jeans and probably buy one thing. It'll be on sale, but that's alright. It still counts.

[photo cred here]

Going Down Swinging

2011-09-30T00:30:00.000-04:00

Happy Friday! Which has taken on a whole new meaning now that I'm employed.

I've decided to try my hand (har har) at boxing. By that, I mean I went to one class and my arms are noodles, but I loved it. It was so refreshing to get an upper-body workout and plus, boxing doubles as self-defense. I may make this official and spring for a pair of my own hand wraps. Have you ever tried boxing? What do you think of it?

Have a wonderful and crisp fall weekend!

[photo cred to Lonny magazine, via here]

Schoolgirl Twist

2011-09-28T07:38:00.000-04:00

Peter Pan collars never fail to remind me of my whopping twelve years as a Catholic schoolgirl. I haven't gone near them since then, as they're not exactly flattering. Plus, after those twelve years, I never want to see a plaid skirt or knee socks or, of course, button down shirts with Peter Pan collars ever again. But this season, designers have gone a different route:

However, Peter Pan necklaces reimagined in tough metals? That's more edgy than schoolgirl savvy. The collared blouses themselves were all over the Fall/Winter 2011 runways, but so were the necklaces. And I love them. They're so versatile and can dress up a scoopneck tee in an instant (stay away from v-necks, however). They'd even look great worn over an actual collared blouse. I'd want to try it over something sheer and polka-dotted, in an uncomplicated black and white palette.

Here are my favorite ones:

Chanel, on the left, is light years out of my budget (duh), but the silver number is handcrafted and the perfect way to jazz up an otherwise simple ensemble.

[photo cred here and there]

Neat Or Naughty

2011-09-27T07:00:00.000-04:00

Are you neat...or not? I line up my pencils and have everything in my room just so, whether it be parallel or color-coordinated or arranged in height order. Ever since I've moved to NYC, though, my apartment is so clean that it looks sterile. I kind of want to leave a drawer open and scatter jewelry across my hybrid desk/dresser. On the other hand, I wouldn't be able to sleep if my perfumes weren't arranged by their top notes. (Yep). (Top notes). (Yep).

What would you suggest? I can't decide whether I want to turn my room into a really pretty, feminine pigsty or leave it the way it is and paint the wall or something.

[photo cred here and there]

At First Blush

2011-09-26T07:30:00.000-04:00

There's a new makeup trend. I find these things out while I'm working. When I say "working," I usually mean painting my nails for a mini photo shoot or getting my eyelashes dipped in something or other. Sometimes, "working" means writing. I understand if someone wants to reach their arm through the computer and cyber-slap me.

Anyway, as I was saying: new makeup trend. Blush is on the up and up—literally. It's gone from the apples of the cheeks to the cheekbones and now, to the temples. Here's a prime example:

Pretty? Yes. Easy to pull off? No. Depending on placement and saturation, blush at the temples can have a sickly effect. Worst case scenario, it resembles a rough case of pink eye. Which is neither cute nor comfortable.

However, a few tweaks make it surprisingly easy to try in real life. Just keep a few things in mind: don't wear eyeshadow. At this height, blush does double-duty as rouge and eyeshadow. Secondly, try sweeping it from the cheekbones to the temples, as shown below. That way, you get the best of both worlds. Lastly, commit. A wimpy patch of pink is going to look exactly that: wimpy. Here, the perfect real-world execution of this trend:

Would you be game to try? Or is it too over-the-top?

[photo cred here and there]

Little Bit of Leopard

2011-09-19T10:05:00.000-04:00

I'm of the camp that when it comes to leopard, less is more. However, I've seen women who can pull off a leopard cardigan or even a pencil skirt. In its own right, the latter looks fantastic with a classic collared blouse and a good dose of confidence. Where do you fit in? Are you a little leopard lady or a lot?

(photo cred to 1, 2 and 3)

Backstage at Milly

2011-09-14T21:46:00.003-04:00

Today was baby's first blowout (at the new Drybar in Flatiron). There was a collective gasp throughout the office when I mentioned that I'd never had one before. I also went to my first fashion show today (first backstage, and then to an unexpected fifth row seat). Milly's Spring/Summer 2012 collection didn't fail to impress.

I loved the geometric patterns and vivid colors. Plus, I'm a sucker for the bright orange and navy blue combo. Every single shift dress that made its way down the runway stole my heart. The silhouettes, perfectly swingy, were simple because the patterns said it all. The pants kept in line with fall's '70s moment—either slim and cropped or loose and long, all of the trousers were high-waisted. I want everything.

The beauty backstage was incredibly simple and carried the neon touches of the clothing. The look was all about a bare face with a bright matte lip. A semi-matte lipstick in a playful shade like Nars Schiap (I just really adore Nars lipstick in general) is an easy way to get the effect. The models wore CND polish in Electric Orange with a new Effects booster (available in November) to get a more saturated shade.

And to think, I was outlining a paper on Lady MacBeth's masculinity this time last year.

(photo cred to Style.com, Narscosmetics.com and CND.com)

Missoni Magic

2011-09-13T06:00:00.000-04:00

Full disclosure: I'm far more excited for the Missoni for Target dishware than the clothing. Give. Me. Those. Mugs. And those trays! They're the exact things I need to spice up my very new and very white apartment. I want to buy a million and put them everywhere, just to make the place look lived-in and cozy. I wouldn't even keep them in cabinets.

I also adore this pillow—it's such a cute, 70s-esque riff off the classic Missoni weave. And the wine case would make a chic but inexpensive hostess gift. Just pop a bottle of Chianti in there and you're set. Wallet, be prepared!

(photo credit here)

Touch of Gold

2011-09-12T07:00:00.000-04:00

The simplest way to transition bright summer colors into fall? Pair them with subdued neutrals, like charcoal grey. Charcoal grey is a natural shoo-in for me. It's a) my favorite color and b) one of the reasons I'm looking forward to fall. Instead of being overplayed, though, it looks surprisingly modern when paired with a bit of gold sparkle or a rich, buttery yellow. All a light sunshine-hued jacket needs is a warm grey scarf to make it ready for this season.

(photo cred to 1 and 2)

Style Snapshot

2011-08-30T21:01:00.000-04:00

Quirky accessories and a fabulous pair of shoes can make all the difference.

P.S. Have you seen the rest of the collaboration between The Man Repeller and Dannijo? (I know I'm about three weeks late on this). I'm not the biggest fan of the former (I'm not into Man Repelling so much as Of Course You Can Pay for my Gin and Tonic-ing) but I can't say no to a cheeky moustache necklace. Check out the entire line here.

[photo cred here]

A Little Celebration

2011-08-25T00:00:00.003-04:00

I turn 22 today, so I'm going to take this opportunity to paint my nails with glittery polish at my desk and eat an entire plate of cheese for dinner. Here's to champagne and having a job and playing with beauty products and graduating and family and happy hours and this dress (need it, but my wallet just shriveled up and died from sticker shock) and heirloom teacups and friends, both new and old.

Things I learned when I was 21:
1. If you can smell the whiskey on his breath through the door, keep it closed.
2. I hate Ikea. I love Ikea. I have a love-hate relationship with Ikea.
3. Whispering is rude.
4. Wearing a slip is important when your dress is sheer. Owning a full-length mirror is also helpful.
5. How to tell the difference between a traditional IRA and a Roth IRA.
6. Pear and bleu cheese ice cream exists. It's not too bad.

[photo cred here]

Glitz and Glamour

2011-08-19T13:08:00.000-04:00

Move over, beige—washed gold is my favorite neutral for autumn. Why? Paired with simple standbys like black and silver, washed gold takes on a whole new life. It combines the sheen of a metallic with the versatility of a neutral. It's luxurious, rich, and a welcome update from the typical khakis and chocolates that usually accompany fall fashion. What do you think? A little too frou-frou or just the right amount of fancy?

[photo cred here and here]

Sweater Weather

2011-08-17T00:04:00.003-04:00

When I was in high school and working in a clothing boutique, I had to unpack and tag a box of Lauren Conrad duds. No offense to LC...but compared to the Nanette Lepore and Robert Rodriguez, her line was no match. Since then, I've been wary of celebrity designers.

Claudia Schiffer's new cashmere line, available at Net-A-Porter.com, has changed my mind (although let's be honest, my wallet is having a nervous breakdown). Plus, the concept hits my weak spot: I'm over this heat and into autumn—and sweater weather. The cozy combination of warm knits, skinny jeans and boots...are you as ready as I am?

[photos courtesy of net-a-porter.com]

Summertime Reds

2011-08-16T00:30:00.003-04:00

One of my favorite paintings ever is that on the top left. I met Elisabeth de Cherisey at a perfume launch—she's the great great great great great great great great granddaughter of Marie Antoinette's best friend, as well as a fantastic artist. I'm obsessed with her work. Her paintings make me want to wear a red dress, or a red sunhat, or a casual pair of red sneakers. There are oh-so-subtle pops of rouge that just seem perfect for the long and lazy last days of summer.

[photo cred, clockwise from top left, to Elisabeth de Cherisey, 2 and 3]

Easy Chic

2011-08-14T23:03:00.000-04:00

I adore this Clémentine Levy fashion story for Grazia Italia, shot by Vanessa Jackson. It seems so perfect for the summer-to-fall transition, with dark colors and easy tees and simple jeans, dressed up just the right amount with a great pair of loafers. (Full disclosure: I hate loafers. Give me a pair of ballet flats any day.) But I definitely want to steal the effortless chic that Clémentine sports here. It's not that I'm over summer, per se, but why bother trying to figure out which sundresses are sheer and which aren't when I could just slap on a pair of not so see-through pants? Is this laziness or just a personal style preference?

Nudes & Neon

2011-08-09T00:03:00.025-04:00

And my new favorite pairing is...

Try a tasteful pochette in classic Tiffany blue + Rachel Zoe dress

(if you're a little more demure)

Pair an eye-popping fuchsia clutch + Dolce Vita dress

(if you're afraid of just about nothing)

Now I just need a bright, neon bag. I'm thinking a

Claire Vivier foldover clutch in in a vivid royal blue is just the thing.

[photo cred to 1 and 2]

Monday, Monday

2011-08-08T00:02:00.001-04:00

I went home this weekend—it's nice to get out of the city for a bit and lounge around my house. My little sister made cupcakes and bought me cookies, so really, the past two days have been one long sugar-high. I also went to Crazy Stupid Love (and adored it). Have you seen it? The trailers (or, to be honest, a well-dressed Ryan Gosling) had me hooked.

As for the winner of the Estée Lauder giveaway, congrats to Sara of Sara in Le Petit Village (#13 of 17 eligible posts on random.org). Thanks so much to all for reading and participating!

Happy Monday!

[photo cred here]

Nailed It + A Giveaway

2011-08-01T20:56:00.003-04:00

You know what feels great? Getting a fresh manicure and

waving your hand around like you're the Queen of England.

You know what also feels great? Persuading 200 poor Google followers/fellow bloggers to read my endless prattling about my life and/or objects that I find pretty. To celebrate, I'm throwing my very first giveaway: two fabulous Estée Lauder nail lacquers. The first is Metallic Sage, a very of-the-moment green-grey hue, and the other is Purple Passion, a vibrant lavender shade.

To enter, you must a) be a follower of Mellow Fever and b) comment on this post with your email (if it isn't available in your blog profile). If you Tweet about it, tag it with @deannapai and a link to this post for a second entry. A winner will be randomly selected on Friday. Bonne chance, mes petits choux!

(open to US residents only, sorry!)
[photo cred here + courtesy of Estée Lauder]

Little Flowers

2011-07-26T00:02:00.000-04:00

My jewelry style doesn't usually go beyond Tiffany & Co. silver studs and Alexis Bittar gunmetal hoops—simple, understated, etc. The craziest I get is stacking a tiny diamond ring with a very fake Chanel ring that I once discovered behind a drawer. These shots, though, have me pining for embellishment. Flower details are oversized and quirky, striking a sweet balance between ladies-who-lunch and straight-up gaudy. I could most definitely use a gem-studded cuff paired with... wait, are those zippered tweed gloves?

Things you don't need but really want and are probably going to hunt down anyway, no. 578: zippered tweed gloves.

[photo cred here and here]

Skirting Around

2011-07-25T00:00:00.000-04:00

It's been so hot around here that I've completely abandoned pants for skirts. I'm obsessed with really breezy, feminine numbers as of late—chiffon and leather with pleats and tucks. I'm currently pining after this Robert Rodriguez crinkled chiffon skirt (does it ever get better than crinkled chiffon?) though my wallet isn't.

I spent my weekend curled up with my AC unit and occasionally wandering out at night to explore the Lower East Side. How are you beating heat? I would do terrible things to have access to a pool right now..

[photo cred to 1 and 2]

Note to Self

2011-07-20T22:50:00.002-04:00

Don't forgo a little polish in the morning...

...because you never know when you're going to find yourself in Goldie Hawn's apartment, having a conversation with Melanie Griffith and sipping lemon water. When I interned at Allure, whipping out my favorite Nars lipstick in Flamenco became second nature. Now, I'm lucky if I can get clothes on before I tear out of my apartment, Tasmanian Devil-style, and run to the office/a meeting/an event. I realized today, while sitting on Goldie Hawn's couch and thanking God that I didn't wear an old Theory dress that totally has a stain on it, that I just feel more confident and put-together when I swipe on a bit of makeup (and don't wear clothes that are in dire need of a dry-cleaning). Hi, red lipstick. Hi, mascara. Hi, primer. Hi, laundry detergent/dry cleaner around the corner from my apartment. Let's play.

[photo cred here]

Paris Chic

2011-07-18T22:55:00.001-04:00

I have such a massive crush on Erin Fetherston's Manhattan apartment...if only mine resembled this! I used it as an inspiration for my room and have an intricate curlicue vanity, white ruffled curtains and a pink ruffled (I couldn't help it) bedspread. Pictures will be coming soon, I promise!

[photo cred to Claiborne Swanson Frank for Vogue]

The Club

2011-07-18T00:00:00.002-04:00

My first full week of work made me realize that I still dress like a girl who just graduated from college. A ribbed tank may have snuck into my outfit on a desperate Friday, around the same time I discovered that while I own piles and piles of jeans and casual tees/tanks, they will do me no good at the magazine. So we decided to cool things down for a bit. There were tears involved, as well as promises to visit on the weekends. I love you, jeans and tees. I'm your girl!

However.

I got over the separation pretty quickly when my mother and I went to Club Monaco. Hello pale lace, swingy silk pleated skirts, soft tanks, and one stellar embellished-tee-that-is-completely-work-appropriate-I-promise (I couldn't go cold turkey). I adore the fall lookbook, which is all warm neutrals in wispy fabrics and retro, ladylike silhouettes. And with a student discount (cough cough cough cough cough maybe I chalked my student ID cough cough), I can't go wrong. How was your weekend?

Lunch Dates

2011-07-12T23:16:00.000-04:00

I like having lunch dates with myself from time to time. I pack lunch as often as I can and, since it's too depressing to eat alone at my desk, I wander over to Bryant Park to sit in the shade. Sometimes, when it's crowded and I don't get a table in the shade, I melt. The sun radiates heat and the ground radiates heat and I think I'm in hell. Other times, I people-watch and eavesdrop (one lawyer had to take the bar exam four times before he passed it). Most of the time, I read a book.

Whenever I get bored of Beyond Paycheck to Paycheck (which is surprisingly amusing, complete with imaginary conversations), I take advantage of the Bryant Park Reading Room. There are books + it's free = no reason not to go. The best part? If you show up at about 5:30 PM, you'll get a good view of corporate men in suits playing ping pong. It is delightful, mostly because they seem so out of place. And because I like men in suits.

[photo cred to Vanessa Jackmen for Grazia IT and Jenna]

Monochromatic Magic

2011-07-06T20:12:00.000-04:00

Two things that these stylish ladies have in common: enviable hair that I can't pull off and the successful execution of monochromatic outfits. The trick to a one-color ensemble is to tinker with the shades of a neutral/almost-neutral color (AKA, orange may not be the easiest choice). The outfit on the left has a varying gradient of tan, while the pants on the right have the perfect tinge of grey, which interrupts the stark white blouse and flats. I can't wait to try this with an navy ombré skirt and a paler blue tank. Which shade would you go for?

[photo cred to 1 and 2]

Brand New Start

2011-07-05T08:17:00.000-04:00

I've realized that I've reached the point where black tees and denim short-shorts are no longer appropriate for everyday wear. I have to dress like a professional now (says my mother). However, dressing like a professional does not mean a life filled with starchy fabrics and uncomfortably-high collars. My staples for office-wear (which I perfected last year at Allure) are light chiffon dresses and colorful pencil skirts. They're breezy yet grown-up and, most importantly, they won't make you sweat like a pig that knows it's dinner.

This week is going to be incredibly hectic for me, as I start my new job and move into the city to get a taste of urban living. On the bright side, I'm legitimately excited for work and so pleased to be moving in with my best friend from Northwestern. I've already begun fielding texts from her that say things like "I have a toilet brush and a Pope John Paul II mug" and "Thoughts about me bringing kimono fabric that I once used to make a toga?" (The answer to which was a resounding "YES").

[photo cred to 1, 2, and 3]

Say Yes...

2011-07-01T00:00:00.001-04:00

...yes to the pursuit of happiness.

Yes to macaroni salad and potato salad and egg salad.

Yes to kitten heels...

...and white lace.

Yes to the glow of city lights in the evening.

Yes to Chanel's own catgirl (I love you, Carine).
Yes to frolicking at the beach.

Yes to a long and lovely holiday weekend!

[photo cred here]

Feathered Fancies

2011-06-30T00:00:00.012-04:00

I'm going to be up front about this: I'm pining for feather hair extensions. I'm fairly easy on my hair; I dyed it once, a color I thought was auburn but actually closer to an unfortunate shade of purple. My mom convinced me to go back to dark brown by pointing out that my hair didn't match my eyebrows. After that, that was all I could see in the mirror (my mother knows me very well). In comparison, feather hair extensions are a breeze.

However, this desire for feather hair extensions does not mean I want to look like I got on the wrong side of a pack of pigeons or was dragged backwards through the brush. For foolproof feathering, here are a few tips:
1. Neon pink feather extensions look like neon pink feather extensions. They also look as though you tried too hard to fit in when you went to a B-52s concert (in the hopes of hearing Love Shack played live, of course).
2. Therefore, find feathers that are as natural-looking as possible, ideally with shades that riff off your own hair color. This set of five loose feathers can work with anything from dirty blonde to dark brown.
3. Wear feather extensions with your hair loose and casual. These are not for the workplace (unless you're a beauty assistant)(eh, eh?)(just kidding)(kind of). Avoid perching a flock of feathers in upswept hair; a few can be elegant, but the look can turn a bit madcap, à la Marie Antoinette. She wore so many miniature birds in her updos that they had accompanying cages.
4. Don't have time for DIY feather extensions? A pair of long earrings, such as these pearl feather earrings, accomplish the look in seconds.

The key here, as with so many other things, is to keep it subtle. I am not a bird. I'm just a human being with a really big weakness for feathers.
[photo cred here]

City Living

2011-06-29T12:23:00.000-04:00

I got an apartment in NYC with my best friend/college roommate! It was a hellish experience, especially since I'm not interested in utilities and size so much as gleaming hardwood floors, exposed brick and a pretty kitchen. My bedroom is tiny, but I'm excited to get my hands dirty and work with a small space. Up until now, I'm been spoiled with large bedrooms, and this will be...cozy. Nevertheless, it's New York City, so my expectations weren't too high to begin with. I can't wait to move in!

[photo cred here]

Pink Crush

2011-06-27T09:27:00.000-04:00

Put a little punch of vivid pink in your Monday morning! (And sip some pink lemonade, for kicks).

[photo cred to 1, 2 and 3]

Ziggy Stardust

2011-06-22T23:54:00.001-04:00

I'm not usually one for zigzags and/or prints of any kind, but that ethnic-inspired upholstery and this playful Charlie by Matthew Zink bikini are calling my name. They're yelling, "Deanna! Stop wearing black tees because you're no longer a sulky English major. THIS IS REAL LIFE, GIRL. BRIGHT PRINTS. GO FOR BRIGHT PRINTS." And let's be real, who could say no to a swimsuit like that?

[photo cred here]

Good News!

2011-06-22T08:28:00.000-04:00

I GOT A JOB. A job I wanted very, very badly. A job for which this blog prepared me very well. A stellar job. A job that I'm going to love so much, and at a great magazine. This may be early (I found out yesterday, but have I ever been one to keep my mouth shut?), but I'm going to be the new fashion/beauty assistant at MORE magazine. I cannot wait to start!

[photo cred here]

Commencement

2011-06-16T12:51:00.001-04:00

Going on a brief hiatus while I graduate and move back to NY this weekend. I'm just focusing all of my energy on finding a way to get my 30+ pairs of shoes home instead of the fact that my best friend is moving to Tanzania. I think that if I keep myself occupied well enough, I can remain knee-deep in denial about the next few weeks. I actually loved writing papers about Lady Macbeth's sexual ambiguity and the garlic-butter French fries from Edzo's and afternoons on the lakefill, complete with a view of the Chicago skyline.

My parents are coming into town tonight. When my dad asked me what I planned to do, I told him that I was going to take a note from The Graduate and drift around the pool with a beer in my hand.

Like so.

Garden Party

2011-06-14T16:06:00.002-04:00

I'm crushing on just about everything in the summer Anthropologie catalogue—I've never felt such a desire to sit outside and drink lemon water (or lemon verbena lemonade, anyone?) while wearing something light and feminine. Now that I'm done with class and have no excuses for rolling out of bed, throwing on a tee and dark jeans and calling it a day, I swear I'm going to put in more effort. I'm a sucker for this bracelet and that pleated top.

How perfect are the navy pleats for an appropriate (but not too obvious) Fourth of July ensemble? Plus, you can wear a style like that anywhere, from a casual barbeque to late-afternoon drinks with friends.

[photo cred to anthropologie.com]

Flora and Fauna

2011-06-13T10:32:00.002-04:00

Now that I'm graduating in less than a week, I'm trying to find reasons to look forward to leaving Chicago. Number one? New York has hills and my house there is surrounded by beautiful green forest. Number two is that it's impossible to find a deli in Chicago—as someone who adores sandwiches, I find this vaguely offensive. Number three: New York doesn't usually have 40-degree drops in temperature overnight. Although I don't actually mind if it's a drop from 95-degrees..

How was your weekend?

[photo cred to 1, 2, 3 & 4, all via love and some verses]

Summer Sun

2011-06-09T15:00:00.002-04:00

I'm done with college! What should I do first? Dance around my room? Play outside in the rain? Burn my heaps and heaps of flashcards because the English language has a long and complicated history that I now have memorized? (Although here's a brief summary of the English language: first, the Celtics were invaded by Germanic and Romanic tribes. Then they were invaded by the Vikings, after which they were invaded by the Normans. Thus, the English language came about through a series of shoddy defense tactics).

But secretly, I love(d) school. Tell me, how's the real world?

[photo cred here]

Stepping Out

2011-06-06T14:37:00.001-04:00

Always a good idea for finals week: Hugging a puppy. Dark pink nails. Throwing the windows open. Fresh air. Taking two minutes to ignore the gnawing thoughts of exams, graduation and everything afterwards.

Complete denial has been my tactic du jour.

"Senior bonfire? I wasn't invited. I'm a freshman."

"I was held back. That still happens in college."

[photo cred to 1 and 2]

Say Yes...

2011-06-03T18:30:00.001-04:00

...to people-watching and breakfast al fresco.

Yes to the sound of crickets after dark.

Yes to summer getaways via The Coveteur.

Yes to Grace Bonney's response to the NYTimes article on online mags.

Yes to Pinterest...

...because I don't know how I blogged without it.

Yes to Ashley's gorgeous bridal collaboration.

Yes to June weekends!

[photo cred here]

Raspberry Red

2011-06-02T20:30:00.000-04:00

How genius is the idea to stuff tart raspberries with chocolate chips? You get antioxidants and a fix for your sweet tooth, all for far less calories than inhaling one of the Truffle Pig chocolate bars that I adore. I love you, Truffle Pig, but my little denim shorts do not.

[photo cred, clockwise from left, to 1; 2 and 3 via Cognac and Coffee]

Oh Manolo

2011-06-01T18:06:00.000-04:00

Heartbreaking: finding this gorgeous pair of Manolo Blahniks at the Barneys spring sale...

and still not being able to afford them.

[photo cred to The Coveteur]

Half-Tucked

2011-05-31T19:17:00.004-04:00

Emmauelle Alt can do it, and so can you! A half-tucked shirt that doesn't seem messy or careless has always eluded me, although my affection for worn cotton tees may have contributed to this. When my tee is half-tucked, I look like I'd might as well give up and roll back into bed. However, I adore the idea of a top half-tucked into a pair of shorts for summer. Here are two ways to pull this off:

1. Take a note from Emmanuelle Alt and accessorize consciously: it's difficult to look like a slob if you're also wearing an embellished leather jacket and thigh-high boots. Oh, has the temperature increased by 50 degrees in the past three days (cough Chicago cough)? A belt, a few bracelets and a sweet pair of aviators do the trick; together, they show the thought and care put into the ensemble.

2. Upgrade from the plain tee: silk blouses or oversized button-downs offer a little breathing room, which is perfect for hot summer days. I love to pair silk tanks by Joie with denim shorts and flat sandals. It's still a casual and effortless look, but the material and cut of the tank lend a much-needed dose of polish.

[photo cred to 1 and 2, both via Have Less Be More]

Say Yes...

2011-05-27T12:40:00.000-04:00

...Yes to cool shade and green grass.

Yes to finishing undergraduate classes!

Yes to baked blueberry oatmeal.

Yes to Northwestern. There. I said it.

Yes to snarky cover letters.

Yes to Amy Poehler's commencement speech at Harvard.

Yes to a long and beautiful weekend!

[photo cred here via That Kind of Woman]

The Burning House

2011-05-25T22:45:00.003-04:00

Have you read The Burning House, a blog on which users submit photos of the items they'd take if their house was burning? I've been fascinated by what objects prove to be most significant to people — paintings, plants, animal figurines. The pets are my favorite; they always look so puzzled in the photos. I decided to do my own and was actually surprised by what I chose:

(from upper left, clockwise-ish)

1. My baby blanket. Please. There's no way in hell that I would leave this behind.
2. My Moleskine journal. Every few months or so, I come up with a really great one-liner and write it down. I'd also be terribly embarrassed if this were salvaged from the hypothetical ashes and someone read it.
3. My mini Moleskine journal. One-liners on the go!
4. A photo of my cousin Kristyn, who passed away when she was seven.
5. An anthology of the Paris Review, which I haven't read yet, and The Elegance of the Hedgehog, which I want to read again and again.
6. A flask, because my hypothetical house is on fire and I probably need some gin.
7. A glass figurine from Venice of a cat with a fish in its stomach. I find it morbid... and awesome.
8. My coaster collection indulges my kleptomaniac side. The one on top is from Sepia, a restaurant in the West Loop of Chicago.
9. A painting of the Eiffel Tower. Surprise! Not.
10. An Emilio Pucci scarf. No explanation needed.
11. Satin Marc by Marc Jacobs boat shoes, which I've worn for six years and counting. Adorable, comfortable, and completely impractical. Where am I ever going to find another pair of satin boat shoes?
12. Philosophy di Alberta Ferretti jacket. I just love it.
14. My alarm clock. This is just one of those comfort objects that make a room feel like home. I've had it forever and still schlep it back and forth from NY to Chicago, even for short, weeklong breaks.

What would you choose? If you have done or would like to do this, I'd love to see!

[First photo by Jordan Brown]

Bacon Chocolate Chip Biscotti

2011-05-24T00:10:00.003-04:00

Bacon chocolate chip biscotti was the lovechild of myself and my best friend, as we're big fans of both chocolate and bacon. However, most of our baking is limited to things that exist in boxed form, so we decided to make this from-scratch recipe a collective effort. Some people questioned the bacon-chocolate marriage and/or expressed complete disgust at the idea, but the saltiness of the bacon and sweetness of the chocolate chips complement one another so well. The biscotti was crumbly and not too rich, while the smokiness of the bacon didn't at all overpower it. We loved it, and it was super simple to make.

Bacon Chocolate Chip Biscotti

[adapted from SeriousEats.com]

7 strips of bacon

2 c all-purpose flour

1 1/2 tsp baking powder

1/4 teaspoon salt

3/4 c granulated sugar

1/2 c (1 stick) unsalted butter, softened but not melted

2 large eggs

1 c semisweet chocolate chips

1. Fry the bacon over medium heat until crisp, about five minutes. Drain on a plate lined with paper towels. Allow to cool. Place in a food processor and pulse until roughly chopped, then set aside. Feel free to rip open the bag of chocolate chips and drink some wine.

2. Sift together the flour, baking powder, and salt. In another bowl, cream together the butter and sugar with an electric handmixer until fluffy. Add eggs, one at a time, and beat to combine. Add dry mixture to wet and beat to blend. Toss in bacon and chocolate chips. Gather dough into a ball and divide in half.

3. Divide dough into two balls and roll them in plastic wrap.

4. Place dough in the fridge for 20-30 minutes. Start watching Beauty & the Beast.

5. Preheat oven to 350-degrees. Take dough out of fridge and, on a floured surface, roll into two 12" to 14" logs. Place on a parchment paper-lined baking sheet. Bake until golden and dry to the touch, about 30 minutes. Continue to watch Beauty & the Beast.

4. Remove baking sheet from oven and reduce the temperature to 300-degrees. Allow logs to cool for 15 minutes. With a serrated knife, cut logs into 1/2-inch slices on an angle. Space slices apart, standing upright, and bake until golden, about 20 to 30 minutes.

Voilà!

Wine & Cheese

2011-05-23T00:08:00.008-04:00

A lot of great things happened this weekend — for one, the creepy haze that has been lingering over Chicago finally cleared up — but everything pales in comparison to the most delicious dinner I have eaten in quite a long time. You know that a restaurant is promising if it a) has no website (although this could work against it), and b) the Yelp reviews read something like, "I don't even want to post a review because people are going to come here in droves."

My friend from Allure was in town for the weekend and I chose a place called DiSotto Enoteca. It's an underground cavern of a wine bar that features small antipasti plates, like an Italian version of tapas, with incredibly intimate and old-world ambiance. I ordered a glass of Chianti (my staple) and then tried a spicy French Syrah (decent, but no Chianti or Malbec). Then, I ordered a plate of taleggio cheese and fig compote, which I followed up with portobello, fontina and rosemary bruschetta. I began to miss the taste of taleggio and thus ordered pear, taleggio and toasted pecan bruschetta. Then we shared a chocolate cake. As it happens, saturated fat and I are having a very torrid love affair at the moment..

If you're ever in the Chicago area, go go go. I promise it's wonderful. I'll meet you there. I'll help you out with that cheese and bruschetta and chocolate cake.

So how was your weekend?!

[photo cred to 1 and 2]

Say Yes...

2011-05-20T00:00:00.002-04:00

...to light blazers and cool breezes.

Yes to croissants and pastries and raspberry jam.

Yes to Modern Family...

...and to Sofia Vergara, in particular.

Yes to books that turn reading for class into reading for pleasure.

Yes to making plans and checking off your To Do list.

Yes to Randy Pausch and childhood dreams.

Yes to le week-end, mes petits choux!

[photo cred here]

Breakfast Interrupted

2011-05-18T13:42:00.000-04:00

BSS | Breakfast Interrupted from Bruton Stroube Studios on Vimeo.

Breakfast was already my favorite meal of the day ... and then this happened.

Chambray Style

2011-05-17T00:03:00.000-04:00

I know I wax poetic about silk and sequins, but I can't deny the fact that I'm a sucker for a good tee. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways... tees look great with skinny jeans and a pair of Bensimons (I'm going to mention my new kicks in every post this week, for I've worn them since they appeared on my doorstep and they've actually rendered me incapable of wearing anything else). Tees are simple enough to tuck into a frilly masterpiece of a skirt. Tees are soft, comfortable, and unbelievably flattering when you have the right fit and material (I love anything by James Perse, and my best friend swears by Madewell's artisan tees).

But sometimes (and I can't believe I'm about to say this), my tees get a little old. Maybe not old — a bit worn, if you will. After eight seasons, my tee needs a supporting actor to swoop in and help it win an Emmy. You know who that superstar is? Chambray. I get that this is old news, but here's the thing: the typical blue wash and classic shape just aren't doing it for me, so one of them needs to change. This is what separates an Emmy Award-winning supporting actor from the masses:

A ha! See, not slow on picking up the trend (which would make me a terrible style blogger); I'm just tweaking the trend to my own tastes. If I'm going to sell-out, I'm obviously going to do it for something a) grey, like this shirt by Rag & Bone on the left, or b) cut longer and reminiscent of oversized men's shirts, such as this J.Crew tunic. Are you a sucker for either one of these or more about the classic chambray shirt (which, of course, is a classic for a reason)?

[photo cred to 1 and 2, both via havelessbemore]

Touch of Blush

2011-05-16T00:39:00.007-04:00

Blush hues strike the happy medium between in-your-face fuchsia and subdued beige neutrals. I love how they can add a dose of pretty, feminine color to an otherwise neutral outfit, like that on the left. On the other hand, blush works as a nude when paired with a cheery shade like rich, buttery gold. I'm usually more partial to the first look (I've never met a leather jacket I didn't like), but those lace sleeves and that clutch have me switching teams faster than Santana from Glee.

I had quite a productive weekend, thanks to the rain and chills all too reminiscent of March. I caught up on reading, went to the gym (twice!), and even made time to go to Violet Hour in Wicker Park. After Violet Hour, which had the most delicious drinks (I ordered a Juliet & Romeo, a lovely creation with Beefeater gin, cucumber, mint and rose water), we popped across the street for a completely different change of scenery at the Texas-themed Big Star. You know those pockets of time when everything in the world seems wholly and utterly perfect? My friends briefly disappeared and, while I sat alone with a Lone Star beer in one hand and a pork belly taco in other, I looked around at all of the laughing twenty-somethings and red twinkle lights and thought, "Well, this is pretty stellar."

And so it was. How was your weekend?!

P.S. The grey pair of Bensimon sneakers won out (in last week's post). Thank you so much—I loved hearing your advice!
[photo cred to 1 and 2]

Mamihlapinatapai

2011-05-11T15:53:00.001-04:00

There's a word in Yahgan, the language of Terra del Fuego, that means: "a look shared by two people with each wishing that the other will initiate something that both desire but which neither one wants to start." Adorable, right?

Mamihlapinatapai.

[photo cred here]

The French Converse

2011-05-10T21:49:00.001-04:00

I've wanted a pair of Bensimon sneakers ever since I read that they're the French girls' Converse. That's the best marketing ploy ever —just throw the word "French" in front of anything and I'm sold. French fries? Check. French toast? Yep. French braids? So pretty. French kisses? ...I don't kiss and tell. But yes.

I was exceptionally loyal to my beat-up, classic red Keds until last weekend, when they managed to bore a hole through my ankle. It was a highly unpleasant experience, and ever since I dedicated my column in Prep Talk to the merits of a cool, laid-back pair of kicks, I've been gazing lovingly at this pair of Bensimon vintage sneakers (available here):

Hello, lover. It's like Carrie Bradshaw with her Manolos, but for the lazy girl who wants neither to try too hard nor stumble into a gutter on her way to class. My issue (I always have an issue) is that although grey is my favorite color, the black pair is tugging at my heartstrings. I can't decide. Help a terribly indecisive girl out — which do you like?

[photo cred here]

Farmers' Market

2011-05-09T00:12:00.001-04:00

How was your weekend? I went to the farmers' market on Saturday morning, where I found fresh eggs, bunches of lilac, and plump mushrooms. I then promptly swept past the kale and spinach and instead, bought my first chocolate cake ball ever (a hunk of chocolate cake smothered in chocolate frosting and perched on a stick ... yep). I went back for a second. And a third. In total, I ate three and a half. They were so good, moist and crumbly and sweet and delicious. A foolproof proposal would be to hide the ring in one of these babies (I don't care if I accidentally eat the ring). I'm having a meltdown just thinking about them. I love you, chocolate cake balls.

Here's a tip, though: it's vaguely awkward when a boy meets you at the said farmers' market and you have to skirt around the chocolate stand because people recognize you and say things like, "Back again?" instead of telling you about the spot of chocolate on your nose. And then HE buys a chocolate cake ball and you stand there trying not to rip it out of his hands.

In other news, I've found what seems to be a foolproof recipe for chocolate chip bacon biscotti. I'll be back with updates on their development tomorrow!

[photo cred to 1 and 2]

Say Yes...

2011-05-06T10:01:00.001-04:00

...yes to breezy days and light jackets.

Yes to first kisses.
Yes to Saturday morning farmers' markets.
Yes to the house from Home Alone, which is on the market...
...and already has a DIY security system in place.

Yes to mothers everywhere...

...and to mine, who has a conveniently long layover at O'Hare on Sunday!

(I'm so excited to see my mom. So. Excited.)
Happy mother's day!

[photo cred here]

About Last Night

2011-05-05T15:53:00.003-04:00

I'm dying to show you pictures, but I'm torn (they're embarrassing). My camera fizzled out an hour or two into the crush party and I failed to get a proper photo of the dress. However, I did snag an embarrassing mirror picture with my cell phone to show my handiwork to my mother. First, here's a vaguely respectable photo of myself and my roommates (the theme was Get Your Game On, and, from left to right, we're White Sox fan, Sporcle, Princess Lolly from Candyland, and Jigglypuff), in which you can see my new haircut:

I LOVE IT. The layers are a little funky at the moment, as the stylist completely failed to acknowledge that I wear my hair with a side part (even after I mentioned it) and instead, cut it with a center part in mind. I'll get them to behave eventually. I've had several variations of short hair ever since seventh grade (pixie, bob, grown-out bob, rinse, wash, repeat), and I feel so much more like myself without having eight pounds of wild and uncontrollable curls on my head. Plus, when your grandmother says you look like a "sexy hussy" and doesn't mean it as a compliment, you know it's time to snip.

Here's a picture of the dress, the notoriously MySpace-quality one that gives me horrible flashbacks to high school. I decided that if I Tweeted it, I'd might as well post it here:

Unfortunately, I'm sorry to report that Jigglypuff lost an eye in last night's festivities. Then again, I misplaced my dignity, so I'm calling it even.

Crush Party

2011-05-04T00:05:00.001-04:00

If you follow me on Twitter, you may have noticed that I've been spending an awful lot of time sewing. My Italian grandmother was a seamstress and my dad sutures gum tissue for a living, so I'm not terrible with a needle and thread. For my sorority's spring crush party, called Get Your Game On, everyone dons a pair of sneakers or an oversized jersey. I thought about it. It bored me.

And then I realized that I should purposefully misinterpret the meaning of Get Your Game On and apply it to one of my most beloved pastimes: Pokémon. To be specific, I'm dressing up as Jigglypuff, because she's fairly well-known and easier to recreate than, say, Ampheros. (I'd be embarrassed, but I can pin this on the Asian half of my gene pool). So I bought an adorable dress at American Apparel (though I still loathe Dov Charney), picked up a few scraps of cloth and got to work. Here's the nearly-finished product:

I just have to stitch the details on and adjust the placement, but it's not too shabby, right? I promise I'll post pictures afterwards. Plus, I'm getting a haircut this morning (finally! I decided on a grown-out, shoulder-grazing bob with side bangs), so throughout the next few days, Mellow Fever is going to be inundated with amusing photos of the shoddiest quality.

A Day in May

2011-05-02T00:21:00.003-04:00

May is my favorite month — daylight lingers, the breeze is warm but not sweltering, the trees burst into whites and pinks, crickets begin chirping at night again. May had better not have an identity crisis and resign itself to weeks of rain, though (cough spring in Chicago cough); on the bright side, I get to practice my willpower by walking past tulips and not bolting back to my apartment with a stolen bouquet in hand. I used to do a number on my parents' landscaping handiwork and blame it on the rampant hordes of deer that live by my house. Mom and dad weren't amused... plus, it was pretty obvious when their Dutch tulips somehow found their way into a vase and onto my dresser.

Days in May should always consist of:

Milkshakes. Particularly the kind made with crushed Oreos
from Edzo's (the place I'll miss most when I leave Evanston).

Laying in the sun, preferably on something soft and luxurious.

Or outside, somewhere new but no less luxurious.

Fresh-cut flowers. You deserve them, damn it.

A chic haircut... particularly this wavy bob.

[photo cred to 1, 2, 3, 4 & 5]

Say Yes...

2011-04-29T01:04:00.002-04:00

...yes to catnaps in the sun.

Yes to milkshake dates.

Yes to remedies for rainy days.

Yes to one more midterm...

...ever. (Now curling up in fetal position).

Yes to befriending people you never spoke to during high school.

Yes to Brigitte Bardot hair.

Yes to springtime in Chicago!

[photo cred to here via Modern Hepburn]

Lightening Up

2011-04-27T00:04:00.003-04:00

I'm always one for the classic black and white pairing, but my favorite way to update it for the summer? A sandy taupe and pale cream, à la Madewell:

It may or may not already be in my shopping bag on the site...

...but let's be real, it totally is.

[photo cred to 1 and 2]