put a stitch on it
moving inspiration
I will never get over this. Never.
Arguably, what started it all. "It all" being my obsession with everything sweet and pastel.
Kirsten Dunst and Jason Shwartzman are just top-notch, and I love the colors. Also, I have red sunglasses like hers!
Sofia Coppola... What more can I say?
Creepy older dude aside, this scene in An Education is adorable. (My friends and I rhinestoned sunglasses just like hers too... at my 50's-inspired birthday back in 5th grade. How funny.)
This just makes me happy. Something about the blue tones and certain "film noir" quality. Plus, there's dancing. What's not to love?
Just wanna be a cute French girl, no biggie...
mental labor day
Labor Day was devoted to reading Lolita for English/getting distracted by my surroundings in the grass behind the Manor House. Correction: In the dirt under one of the trees behind the Manor House. Turns out I am literally allergic to the green stuff. My skin is so sensitive to the damp, intensely green blades of grass that I experience a speckled red reaction up and down my legs. Glamourous!
Before finding my cozy circle of dirt, I allowed myself to enjoy the sunshine. I laid down and closed my eyes and almost fell asleep, but the possibility of getting sunburnt in Port-freaking-land (what a laughingstock I would be in Arizona!) made me finally pry my eyes open and find a safe, itch-free, shady haven. Thankfully there was a huge tree that had some soil around it big enough to fit me and my sad, now grossly patterned legs.
In contrast to the gorgeous surroundings, the content of Lolita made me scrunch my face up in disapproval most of the afternoon. It is a truly detestable story, however beautifully written. It's quite the paradox! Reading Lolita has made me fear for my life and the life of every girl under five feet and of a petite nature. Just so you know the extent of my fright, I might point out that I am the same height (4'10) as Lolita. Eeek! Makes me want to dye my hair gray and pretend to be an old lady. But I digress...
I met a myriad of insects and creatures this afternoon. The bees in particular took a liking to me, of which the feeling was not mutual. I met a dragonfly perching on a few blades of grass, giant flies that I took as bees without my glasses on, and tiny ants and spiders that I didn't mind hanging out on the pages of my book. But mostly I made a ruckus out of sitting stone still humming (okay--squeaking, hollering, yelling) my discomfort when a bee buzzed around me. Note to self: Do not wear sweet-smelling perfume when studying outdoors. Lesson learned.
I am constantly surrounded by giant Christmas trees, and I can't help but want to decorate them with baubles and handmade ornaments. I am Kaylie, and I am continually dumbfounded by this green stuff.
sunday goals
This afternoon I went downtown again with three goals:
- Find Regina some shoes.
- Eat macarons.
- Go into the record store and Lulu's.
I am happy to tell you that all three goals were accomplished, and then some. After finding my friend some shoes, three of us went exploring.
First stop: Jackpot Records. I loved this place! Usually record stores (although always cool) are a little grimy and grungy, but this one was sweet, colorful, and organized. Lovely!
Second Stop: Lulu's. This is a small vintage shop with so many precious finds! The only problem is that everything is around $30 or more, and I am pretending to be broke because I have college student guilt. Of course I fell in love with a pink gingham romper that was probably the most expensive thing there. C'est la vie.
Little Bird was closed, so Regina yelped "macarons" and we trekked towards the nearest bakery that had macarons, which was Ken's Artisan Bakery. (The above photo has no relevance whatsoever, other than it was taken on our walk there.)
Ken's did not disappoint! Regina and Sarah had their first macaron, and I got my macaron fix for the next couple of weeks or so. (Watching Marie Antoinette last night probably didn't help this craving.)
Happiness is a macaron. Or two.
When we were heading out, we noticed they had just put out a batch of salted caramel coffee macarons. Suffice to say, we will be back.
While walking back to 6th Ave (where the bus stop is) we found a few places of note. The first was Canoe, which I was drawn to by its admirable use of fontage. There's something about a good font that says a lot about the aesthetic of a store.
I fell in love with Canoe and its mix of clean, simple, eclectic, and modern ware from around the world. This is my kind of store.
Passed by a pretty bridal shop and this white shift dress caught my eye. Reminds me of the 60's and Erin's style.
The most heartbreaking moment of our time downtown was this adorable lingerie store being closed on Sundays. Must visit Lille soon, especially because I just realized I've been on the website before when looking at a blog! (I'm such an intense blogger, you guys...it's kind of embarrassing.)
Knit Purl is a cozy knitting shop. Some of the yarns are so delicate and beautiful, that they are up to $60 or more! The most beautiful I saw had bits of gold in it. I wish I could knit!
This is just hilarious. Thankfully I'm getting a better sense of direction, or seeing this would probably make me cry.
If you haven't already figured it out, I have found "my city". Phoenix will always be my home, but Portland is my kindred spirit. I don't know where life will take me (hopefully lots of places), but I do know that I now have two cities where my soul is very happy. Portland is officially my home away from home, and I can't wait to share it with my friends and family ASAP!
saturday downtown
Today a few of us went downtown for the Saturday Market and whatnot. I resisted buying 2304982349823904 cute things and found a birthday present for my sister. Here are some silly things I took pictures of there...
That guy was still there!
These are SOAPS, you guys. SOAPS.
Beautiful lamps made of paper!
Creepy clown!
The line was up and down the sidewalk, but that's okay, because I went to two meetings the other day that gave us Voodoo Doughnuts. So healthy!
I just can't get enough of this place.
I was a little tempted to buy a cactus (not to mention everything else) at Whole Foods for my dorm. Maybe next time.
MINI MACARONS! We found this adorable place called Little Bird with macarons in their display on our way back to the bus, so I couldn't go in. Hopefully I will be able to go in later this weekend, in addition to another adorable place called Lulu's Vintage and a record store that I also had to pass up (sadface).
In other news, I OFFICIALLY HAVE A JOB. I get to work in the costume shop! How fun is that? I can't wait to start! Life is pretty awesome, but now I need to go do laundry.
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