On Equality.

civil rights

The rights of citizens to political and social freedom and equality.

I think most of us hear “civil rights” and think Martin Luther King, marches on Washington, sit-ins at the Woolworth counter, and countless other images of the 60’s.  We think of race, and perhaps class and gender.  When learning about the Civil Rights Movement in elementary school, I was taught that separate but equal was an outdated and prejudiced idea. I was taught that all Americans are entitled to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness and that this country was founded on the ideal that we are all are created equal. I said the Pledge of Allegiance every morning, along with the rest of the schoolchildren in this country, declaring “with liberty and justice for all” before I started my day.

Then I grew up and realized that as much as we are all probably taught that these struggles for civil rights are a part of our history, they are very very much a part of our present.  I understood the meaning behind that Pledge of Allegiance I said so mindlessly every morning for more than a decade, with my hand over my heart.  I learned that the American brand of equality is conditional.  

Growing up in a household with deaf parents, the motto was: accept everyone.  One of the most valuable things my mother instilled from an early age was the importance of tolerance and equality. She continually reminded us to treat everyone the same, because we are all people.  It’s such a simple message, but it’s a powerful one.

I went to an all- women’s college.  I work for it presently.  I have many friends and colleagues who are gay and lesbian.  I am incredibly proud to live in Massachusetts, where we have been granting gay marriages since 2004- the first state to do so in this country.


As far as I am concerned, there is more than one civil rights movement.  Today we watched one of those play out in what will surely go down in history as a pivotal point in the fight for LGBT equality.  When I read that DOMA is dead, I cried.  It’s progress.  It’s progress that should’ve been made long ago.  It strikes down a despicable legacy of discrimination known as the “Defense of Marriage Act,” signed by a President who had about as much respect for his marriage as I do for Scientology (read: ZILCH.).

The Supreme Court decision today gets the federal government OUT of people’s bedrooms.  It tells children of gay couples that their parents are not weird or wrong to love each other and that the family they’ve forged is just as valuable and meaningful as the one with a mom and dad.  It tells gay and lesbian couples that their relationships will no longer be considered unworthy of the same protections and respect by the country in which they probably pay taxes, vote, and contribute to society.  It means that loving couples can express their commitment to each other in the same way that I can.  It means that they can enjoy the same legal and financial protections as heterosexual couples.

If there is ONE thing I have learned in life it’s that you cannot choose who you love.  Gay or straight- doesn’t matter.  You love who you love. So, a hearty thank you to the five Supreme Court Justices who decided that we will no longer SELECTIVELY grant our citizens the rights to life, liberty and equality (to the remaining four- I say, “HA. Nice try. And Clarence Thomas of the Anita Hill scandal- I can’t say I’m surprised.”).  It’s a huge step in the right direction in an ongoing fight.


It’s been a banner day for Civil Rights today.  Thanks to the incredible fortitude and bravery of Wendy Davis in Texas (of all places!), women there will go to bed tonight knowing they’ll wake up on more days of NOT being told what they can and can’t do with their bodies.

This fourth of July, there is so much to be thankful for.  I’m proud to live in this country today- slowly, but surely, we are working towards making the words “liberty and justice for all” ring true.


On Boston. My home.

As I sit and write this post about what happened in my city yesterday, it continues to resonate in my mind that life is simply a series of consequences and the tiniest decisions can change your life in a heartbeat. I was supposed to be at the site of bomb #1 and bomb #2 yesterday. My plans changed when I took my eleven year old cousin along with me and I stopped for frozen yogurt. We were delayed getting to the finish line. I do not believe that this is a unique thing- I am sure that countless others have similar stories. But the fragility of life is profound and my heart breaks for those whose lives have been taken, unspeakably altered, and irrevocably changed.

Marathon Monday is sacred here and for many, like myself, attendance is a tradition. I had a friend volunteering at the finish line and the sheer terror of not being able to reach her for over half an hour is not something I will forget anytime soon. Friends and family members who knew where I was supposed to be were frantically calling, texting, emailing, facebook messaging, and I am feeling shaken how easily I could have been there. However, I am trying not to dwell on what COULD have been as I try to process what WAS and still is- on every news outlet, on the internet, and now, in giant waves of solidarity through social media, etc. Boston is the birthplace of the United States of America and the compassion, kindess, love and support I have witnessed both in the city and to those immediately around us, across the country and even the world gives me hope that good truly does outweigh the bad. In times of such darkness, the light must shine the brightest.

I woke up this morning with a sense of loss, but incredibly thankful. The images of yesterday are emblazoned on my mind. Boston has changed. After 9/11, I think many of us probably knew something like this could happen, but there is NOTHING that prepares you for something like this hitting your home. Nothing. I walk Boylston Street on nearly a daily basis and right now I am trying to cope. When the image of the bloody sidewalk comes into my head, I focus on reports of marathoners who had just run 26.2 miles continuing to run to Mass General Hospital to donate Blood. When I see pictures of the crowds fleeing, I think of the doctors, police, and volunteers that ran TOWARDS the scene, with no thought to their own safety. When I hear of the many many people with nowhere to go, I think of the spreadsheet on the Boston Globe website and eventually Google, with thousands of people offering up their homes to runners and their families. I have heard of restaurants giving out free food, hotels opening their doors for free, and other immeasurable acts of kindness. Everywhere I look, I see hope that the good in humanity prevails.

In the coming days it is important to focus not on the monsters who did this. That is the job of the FBI and other authorities who are working around the clock to bring us answers and justice. We must instead rally around each other and begin to process and heal as we offer support and kindness to those who need it. And we must do our best not to be afraid- bombs were not the only weapons deployed yesterday, for it is fear that reverberates long after the bombs explode. In this, we cannot let the perpetrators win. The many people pledging to run Boston next year know this and deep down, so do I.

My heart lies with the victims and their families, but also with those who witnessed firsthand these unspeakable atrocities- so many lives were irreversibly altered when those bombs went off. Right now we all want answers, but that does not change the reality of what has happened. Truly, is there any rational, sane answer for an act of madness and evil? I love you Boston. You’re my home, sweet home. And to those of you sending love, light and countless messages of hope and healing- thank you. It means more than you know.

Colorshock- on style.

It’s no secret that I love bright colors. It’s pretty common for me to show up to, well, anywhere, with my nails painted different bright colors. My boss shudders. Everywhere I look, summer is being shepherded out the door, and while the resulting sales are warming my heart and traumatizing my wallet, I’m mostly sad about the changing of the [color] guard. I’m already dreading the withdrawal from the happy, bright colors of summer. But today I happened into Kate Spade and saw this:

And I remembered, that, well, duh! I’ve been dressing myself for about 25 years now (aside from some unfortunate styling at the hands of my mother as a small child in there somewhere). I can wear whatever the hell I want!

I get a lot of people asking me to help them dress themselves and develop their style. One of the things that I tell every person I have ever helped is that they must be assertive in what they like. I don’t want to teach anyone how to do or wear what I do because that isn’t owning who you are. You have to start with knowing what you like- what excites you. Whether you’re talking about clothing, accessories, decorating, or anything else in your life that requires you to make a choice- you need to stand behind it. In the design world, trends are fleeting. This is true in ALL kinds of design- interior, clothing, industrial, graphic, etc.

When you are sure in what you like, you have a solid foundation. The lovely thing about developing a personal style is that it can be in flux. It can be expanded, refined and completely overhauled. Maybe you play by the old rules. Maybe you’re classic. Maybe you’re preppy. Maybe you’re an amalgamation of several aesthetics that no one would ever imagine could go together. Maybe you like to take risks- big or small. But own it. Take inspiration, but make it your own. Two of my favorite colors? Pink and green- I like them year round, no matter the shade. Here are a few pieces I’m digging to help transition colorfully into fall.

Some of these: more affordable than others, but fun to look at, nonetheless.  Happy almost August!

Treasure Hunting at Brimfield: The Definitive Guide

Vintage ribbon or fabric, anyone?

I'm going to make a confession here. I have what one might call a little, teeny, tiny “list problem.” What is this affliction? Well, it's basically a complete and total obsession with making lists of everything. When I shop, when I pack, to-do lists, outfits, etc. And you probably say, “Oh, you're fine. I make packing lists, too.” Oh, really? Do your lists say things like, “Purple and white striped Spring silk J. Crew dress with gold buttons?” Because mine do. It's a sickness, I tell you! So, when tasked with a ginormous place like Brimfield, you can bet your vintage European linens (yeah, I don't have any, either, actually) I make lists.

I've been going to Brimfield Fair for several years now and I suppose I'm a seasoned pro at this point, so I thought I'd share some tips and tricks for navigating this place- everything from prepping for the show, to shopping at it. You can start planning soon if you want to head to the September show, which is being held on September 4-9, 2012.

Some of this is specific to Brimfield, but some of these tips are probably useful for other flea markets or antique shows you may visit. I'm including pictures of Brimfield's July show last week for your viewing pleasure (And you can't rip on me too badly for using Instagram-like effects on these things- it was an antiques fair! And for anyone who is curious, these were shot with a Canon Rebel t2i and edited in Lightroom on a macbook or on my iPad in iPhoto).


First, what is Brimfield, exactly?

Quite simply, it's every antique and vintage collectors' heaven. It's the largest antique show in New England, with about 5,000 dealers. There are 21 independent property owners that host dealers, each property is about a 1-4 or 5 acres. That's a helluva lot of STUFF! If you know how to attack this behemoth, you can come away with some truly amazing finds, and you don't even have to spend a lot of money. I've seen pieces from the 1700's all the way up to the 1970's (and 80's.) There are specialty dealers for everything you can possibly imagine, many gross tons of vintage clothes, jewelry, home goods, furniture, paintings, and… I don't even know where to begin. I saw an old magician's sword/saw trick box this year. And an old Trolley car door.

Talk about random! If you have a question about sightings of a specific item or collection, please feel to leave one in the comments.

When should I go?

Brimfield is held three times a year- in May, July, and September. The May and September shows are larger and dealers tend to break out more stuff, and bring the big guns to these two shows. July simply isn't as large, with fewer people braving the heat and fewer vendors wanting to shell out for a show that isn't as well attended. I've been to shows in May, July and September. There's a flip side to the July show- yes, it's hot, and yes, the dealers don't bring everything they have, but there are also fewer people to contend with, PARTICULARLY buyers. At the May and September shows, it's not uncommon to see the best pieces tagged as “sold” or “held” for J. Crew, Anthropologie, etc. These buyers are professionals and are the first ones to the fields, where some dealers open for business at 6 a.m.! Dealers generally open from 6-9. Certain fields/areas open at a set time, as well.

That brings us to the next timing question. The show is a week long- what's the best time to go? First, let me just say that you have to book hotels WAAAAAAAAAY in advance if you are planning to stay in the area, especially for May and September. You've been forewarned. Otherwise, you'll be sleeping in your car or pitching a tent in a field on the side of the road.

Now, should you go at the beginning, middle or end of the week? In May and September, I'd say that it depends on what you are looking for. If you're looking for items that you know are in high demand, go earlier in the show, but be prepared to shell out. If you want to risk it, waiting until the end of the week may mean getting a better price, but you run the risk of not being to find what you want if it's a highly trendy/in-demand item. Dealers are much more open to negotiation towards the end of the week, as they are eager to sell the things that haven't yet sold (less to schlep home and they're scrambling to make as much as they can). If you do go on the last days, GO EARLY. On a side note, if you go in July, start your day as early as possible to beat the heat.


Some people go to browse, with no plan in mind and no particular item they are hunting for. I envy these people. I'm always a girl on a mission and I need a plan, i.e. A list, as we discussed above.

Money Prep

First things first- the dreaded budget. Many dealers do not take credit cards. Although more and more are starting to, particularly with the advent of programs like square and paypal on the iPhone, many still only take cash. Personal checks are pretty much persona non grata, as far as I've seen. On the one hand, this is a good thing as you can bring a certain amount of cash and easily keep track of what you are spending. On the other, if you go with certain things in mind and no plan as to how to allocate the money, it could get sticky. If you have no plan and nothing in particular to purchase, bring cash and have at it. If, however, you have a list of things you are looking for, I suggest allocating a maximum amount for each purchase- ask yourself how much you are willing to spend- and if you spend less, well, you got a bargain!

Keeping on top of trends and knowing what's hot at the moment is very valuable in planning your budget. It's supply and demand- dealers can and absolutely will charge more for items that are hot at the moment- i.e. vintage bar carts and other design trends. Check out ebay, blogs like designsponge, fashion magazines, Elle Decor, etc. Even if you don't follow trends, you should still be aware of what is out there. You never know when your tastes will align with trends! I've collected things for years and had them become popular all of a sudden, sending the prices way up. Knowing what may cost you more can be very helpful for budgeting and help prepare you for sticker shock!

What should I bring/do before going?

The Grandma shopping cart. Yes, that's right, I said it. You all know what I'm talking about- something like this beauty. You scoff, but trust me, I'll be laughing at you lugging forty pounds of depression glass the mile back to your car over your shoulder. This thing has saved my back and my sanity every year that I've been at Brimfield. Besides, it's hip to be grandma here. It's an antique fair, for cryin' out loud! This one below isn't mine, so you can see I am not the only one who does this. And yes, I admit- no filter can make this thing look glamorous.

Reusable shopping bags. Bring as many as possible. These are way sturdier than the ones the dealers will put your things in, and if you have enough, you can use them as padding. Oh, and the whole green thing, of course!

Sheets or blankets. i usually bring a couple of sheets to wrap things with/in, if necessary, especially if i'm buying a lot of glassware (*cough* pyrex *cough*)and I don't want them knocking together on the way home or in my grandma shopping cart.

Size matters. This may sound like common sense (HA!), but you'd be surprised how many times i've seen people trying to cram things in too small cars or fit too many people in with all of their purchases. Plan ahead for these things if possible. Additionally, think about if you'll need your back seat to fold down, if you'll have things in the trunk and back seat, etc.

On that same vein, if you're planning to buy furniture, paintings, mirrors, etc- MEASURE YOUR SPACE before you leave and write down the measurements. This stuff can't be ordered online and you can't really put it on hold and come back later when you've gone home quickly to measure. It's not returnable, either.

I went CRAZY for all these chairs- the colors are FABULOUS and check out those amazing translucent ones in the back!

For a map of the show fields and some dealer information see brimfield.com. You can start planning your attack!

Food. Broomfield's a marathon of antiquing. Up and down the street there are PLENTY of food stands- everything ranging from Jamaican to steak bombs, to pickles on a stick, popcorn, clam cakes and chowder, and lemonade. It's not a health food lover's dream, and anyone with food allergies or sensitivities should be very cautious. I did see some gluten free offerings advertised, but I am uncertain how safe these are. There are a few vegetarian options, but not always healthy ones. You won't starve here if you don't bring your own food, but I do- nuts, string cheese, peaches, nectarines, yogurt stick things that I have frozen(you know the ones- I get stonyfield farms- they are the only ones that don't separate when you freeze them. ), bananas and peanut butter packets, etc. Most importantly, though, is the water. I would NOT go to Brimfield without bringing plenty of water or gatorade and staying very hydrated. The entire fair is very hot and dusty- there is not a lot of shade AT ALL. Hydration is extremely important.

What the heck am I supposed to wear?

Sunglasses, sunblock and whatever the hell you want. I've shopped in everything from linen shorts and a halter top to a hot pink sundress. But keep in mind that you'll be walking A LOT and on very uneven ground most of the time. I'd leave the stilettos at home. Another thing to realize is that you'll be handling a lot of old things, many of which may be dirty and most of which will probably have some dust on them, as Brimfield tends to kick up a lot of dust from the fields,which will settle on your skin, clothing, hair, etc. Additionally, if you are carrying cash, be VERY careful. Wear a cross body bag and keep the cash in a wallet, preferably zipped in a pocket inside the bag, if possible.


The very first thing to do when you get there is to find an official Brimfield Fair Guidebook, which has the map and the lists of all the dealers. This is your ticket to getting to where you want to go and seeing what you want to see. There is A LOT to navigate, so you want to plan your time wisely, particularly if you have a list or if you have certain dealers you want to see more than others. I suggest picking “must sees” in each field (if applicable) and work your way from one end to the other. On the way back to your car, you can browse more leisurely. The day goes by fast!

General tips for shopping:

1. If you have a phone with a camera or a camera, use it to take pictures of things you like and are unsure of purchasing (although if you love it and it will probably sell fast, you better snap it up), then take a picture of the sign that tells you what field or place the vendor is located. Towards the end of the day, you can look back and see what you liked. You may also see similar items you want at numerous places and this way you can compare them by looking back at photos.

2. Don't be afraid to negotiate. I simply cannot stress this enough. I was completely gun shy my first time and probably ended up spending more than I needed to on a decent portion of my haul that year. I don't regret it, but I probably could have purchased more if I had grown a pair sooner and spoken up. There are dealers who price high to leave room for bargaining so that they still get a price they can live with, while still allowing the customer to feel that they've gotten a bargain. It's one of the oldest tricks in the book.

What's my technique? I generally ask what the lowest price they're willing to offer is and depending on what it is, offer 20-25% less (sometimes less, sometimes more) and start there. Use your discretion, though. Don't insult the dealer by lowballing them ridiculously, ESPECIALLY if they are already fairly priced. But asking for any sort of deal or discount is generally always ok. You can also simply ask, “Can you offer me a better price on this?”

However, if you're sure that you are not getting a good price, if the piece is not in high demand and you won't be heartbroken if you lost it, do be prepared to walk away. Go back toward the end of they day and if it is still there, offer the price you want to pay- I've gotten several items doing this.

This is not to say that all dealers are open to such negotiations. There are many dealers that are already very fairly priced. This is where it really pays to have done your research beforehand on ebay and know how much you should be willing to pay based on trends, etc. Even if you haven't done any research and you're one of those people winging it, break out that smartphone and start googling. Know the market and don't be afraid to show them. Most dealers are very amenable to bargaining, and those that aren't are usually very polite about it.


The bottom line in bargaining is simple- the worst that can happen is they say no, or maybe only knock five bucks off the price. At best, you save some cash! No dealer that i'm aware of will tell you that you can't buy something because you tried to bargain. Only once have I come across a shady, rude dealer. Nearly every dealer is friendly and will converse with you about their merchandise. I've heard some pretty awesome stories about some of my purchases this way.

3. There are fantastic bargains to be had at the end of the day on the last day of the fair. Vendors are starting to pack up (not a favorite chore) and they want to milk every last cent out of their wares that they can. They are very very open to bargaining at this point. I scored a pyrex casserole dish in mint condition for $1.00 as a guy was literally putting his stuff in newspaper.

4. If you buy a larger item from a dealer and they are holding it for you until you return with your car, DO NOT LEAVE that tent until they have secured a “sold” or “hold” tag to your merchandise. If possible, insist on getting the cell phone number of the dealer or leave your number with the dealer. These things can get very chaotic and there are often multiple people working a single tent. If the person who sold you an item has not put it aside AND clearly marked it as sold, there is ALWAYS a possibility that it could be accidentally resold to someone else. It's a crapshoot as to what happens next, and i'm going to guess it's a special kind of nightmare to have forked over any amount of cash and had your item that you are probably pretty excited about sold out from underneath you.

Look closely at the front of the house and you'll see a red “sold” sign.

Above all- ENJOY IT. Brimfield is one of a kind and truly a giant treasure hunt!

Just for fun, some of my favorite dealers/vendors/items include the vintage linen/fabric/buttons/ribbons tent (this is HUGE), the pyrex lady (duh), the pyrex/martini shaker guy, the vintage eyewear booth (I have banned myself from buying any more sunglasses this year, dammit), Mod Haus furniture, the vintage clothing tent for its incredible selection of vintage pocketbooks, vintage dollhouses, anything 60's, the recent profusion of vendors selling records, old chandeliers crystals sold by the piece (amazing for the chandelier I'm making), and anything completely and totally bizarre. The bizarre ones make the best photographic subjects.






This Bear was HUGE. Look at him in relation to the van!

So, what did I get this year? Did I stick to the list? Stay tuned for a post on this year's finds coming up next week. Also next week: party food- how I threw a gluten-free, nut free, shellfish, and completely vegetarian party and no one but the guests with food allergies and the vegetarians noticed and no one complained. True story. Please, also, do feel free to leave any of your own tips/tricks, experiences, etc. about Brimfield or similar venues in the comments. I'm always eager to hear about other people's experiences!



Elements of Party Style in a Pinch

Pinterest mocks the best intentions of every party hostess with its myriad photos of perfectly executed fairytale parties for little girls and twee vintage inspired decor for adult parties. What's a gal with a full-time job, design deadlines, and zero time to do?

(Click for source)

First, I accepted the fact that I could not execute a party to rival the scale of TomKat's nuptials, and no one was expecting me to pull a Martha and construct the table and chairs from hand-hewn wood planks I carved in my backyard. It was just a party with some friends and they understand the demands of my life. They were coming for the booze, anyway.

This did NOT mean that I needed to sacrifice my artistic vision competely. I assessed the possibilities amongst things I already had. I knew that I didn't need anything over the top- the setting for my party is pretty idyllic in and of itself- A little brick backyard patio with lights already strung from a wooden sukkah that covers the patio (my landlords are Jewish and built it last Easter- I love it!) and a cute little table. My favorite feature? Definitely the lights!

First, the table. This is where my hoarding of pretty/interesting/funky/cool fabrics (your mileage may vary) comes in handy.

I happened to have these on hand and decided that these could double as tablecloths. They contrasted nicely- in a “patterns gone wild” kind of way- with these paper plates I picked up from Ikea ages ago in anticipation of a shindig just like this.

Yes, this picture was taken the night of the party and yes, that is an empty wine bottle in the background. I TOLD you they were just in it for the booze!

But the piece de resistance? My vintage pyrex collection, which I rarely break out, due to a debilitating fear of something breaking into a thousand pieces (especially my “Colonial Mist” bowls). I think it's on par with this:


This stuff conjures up visions of frilly aprons, casseroles, frigidaire tiffany blue rerigerators (maybe that's just me?), and makes me want to do my best Jackie O. hairflip imitation and put on Mad Men.

I have this! The dish, not the crappy husband. (click for source)

It's bright, colorful, and adds just a little vintage flare to any meal without having to break out the tuna casserole recipe. Every year, I go to Brimfield Fair and pledge to only buy a couple of rare pieces and every year, I surpass this alotment. By a lot. So sue me.

Temptation at Brimfield- how am I supposed to resist??

Having raided my stashes, I then thought about additional touches that I could make myself. I'm not talking papier mache statues of each guest, but small measures that give an added element of festivity. Naturally, I turned to my embossing gun (it was either that or my glue gun and after the last time I got burned with it, we're on the outs) and one rare free night, I used swatches from my paint chip collection (built up over many years of hoarding paint chips on the rare occasion I make it to the suburbs and a Lowes or Home Depot) and made little menu cards- one for each dish. This is a clear glitter, so it's not over the top, but adds a little sparkle that will reflect nicely in candlelight when it grows dark.

Lastly, the flowers. I needed a vase or other acceptable vessel-something for (I hate this word. Gag me for using it) the tablescape (auto spellcheck wants me to type “tables ape”- how utterly fitting). This was easy. I have an unnatural love for decoupage, and one of my favorite canvases is the wine bottle. I love that I can make candlestick holders or little vases. I figured I could pair my favorite one with a blue mason jar picked up at Brimfield Fair last year and voila- table decor.
A couple of clear mason jars for utensils and BOOM, I was in business and ready to move onto the menu. But that, my friends, is for another post.


Pinterest: Frenemy.

I'll admit to a love affair with Pinterest. A website that brings you gems like surisburnbook.tumblr.com, can't be a bad thing. Or can it? I have a sneaking suspicion that Pinterest is becoming the Glenn Close to my Michael Douglas- I cannot get away from it. I love it, but sometimes I want to put a knife through my computer screen. Or hurl my SLR when it's not taking perfect pictures. Or kiss it when it is. Let's be honest, when I took the picture below, I was more excited about the picture than the eating of this tart- ridiculous, because this thing was OUT.OF.THIS.WORLD.

Pinterest is on my iPhone and my iPad. Everywhere I look on Facebook, people are either having babies or pinning stuff. Or both. The ultimate travesty?- pinning pictures of your own baby. Please don't do that. You are not Mariah Carey (Does she have a Pinterest? I should look into that- I bet there's lots of glitter involved).

But- ***headdesk*** – I love hate love this time suck of a website. Where else can I wax quixotic about the decor for my twelve bedroom “cottage” in the Hamptons (that I don't own) that I bought as a weekend getaway with my husband, who I wed in my carefully pinned and documented twee nuptials (that didn't take place)?

I'm no Martha Stewart. Sure, I've made place cards out of paint chips, embellished my own cards using the tears and blood of unicorns, etc. But I would never carve my soap into decorative accents. Is Pinterest more than just a giant time suck that is meant to make us feel inadequate about our own, perhaps less picture-perfect (anyone else secretly love that movie?) lives? I have to ask myself this question (as I scroll through the endless wasteland of pictures on my iPad).

I'm throwing a party next weekend, and what was the first place I turned to for ideas? Pinterest, of course. I'm throwing a garden party. Do I have a garden? No. Will I let that stop me? No. Will there be plenty of booze? Yes (but it'll be classy booze, no worries). Oh, skeptical, are you? This guy was, too. But he got fed once I figured out why the food dispensing machine at the petting zoo wasn't working.

I had grand ideas. I was going to send out lovely personalized invitations with fancy/funky embossing and perhaps even sealed with a lovely wax seal. Psssshhhhhhh. Good intentions. Here it is, a week before the party and between stressing about my current day job (which I DO love, just for the record), traveling to NYC and trying to meet design deadlines for my job as head designer at grace & lux, I don't even have a set menu yet and I've issued invitations via text, email and face-to-face messages. #hostessfail. I'm flying by the seat of my freakin' linen shorts, people! I'm considering CAKE MIX, for crying out loud! If Cupcakes and Cashmere does it, can't I???

Image courtesy of Cupcakes and Cashmere (click to go to link)

What about flowers?? Bleeding hearts aren't approppriate, as much as I love them!

I start stressing about this stuff, but then I tell myself it doesn't matter. Because it doesn't. Real life doesn't have to be stylized. We can take inspiration from that stuff, but when it comes down to it, we have to put our own spin on it and make the style our own. Having said that, to all the gals attending next week, I promise not to feed you cake made with a mix.