the hunt Beautiful

The post title speaks for itself.  Coral and 10K gold Edwardian studs from Erie Basin.  

If you buy them before I do, I might cry… 

The first step back into the rabbit hole that we call Tumblr is merely typing a couple of words.

Hello.  I’m back.  I missed you all terribly.  

Let’s get back to business, shall we?

• Difficult denim to pull off, but she does it with aplomb.  The cuffs are wide, divine. Almost Annie Hall-esque, but modern.
• Prim cream button up, buttoned all the way up.  One might be temped to leave a button or two undone, but she refrained.
• If you look closely, the jacket not just brown, but a beautiful glen plaid.  Shoulders are slightly big, length a little long.  Borrowed from a boyfriend, perhaps?
• Hair lighter on the bottom - makes me think of long summers in the sun, not a bottle of dye.
• The visual definition of gamine?

Image via The Sartorialist

I wore pale pink capris 3 out of the past 7 days.  That is 42.85% of the time.  One would think I hate to iron.  ( I don’t)   I’m just in a pale pink capri mood.

While the above photo is not of pale pink capris*, I perhaps offer you something better: my favorite cut in a color called “neon rose”.  It’s a peachy terracotta with rose undertones. While it looks like a complicated color, it’s a neutral in a bright, pop-colored costume: you basically can’t go wrong.

Don’t you love it when you can’t go wrong???

Café Capri in Neon Rose, $89.50, by J.Crew. 

*I dare you to peek at what a Google shopping search for pink capris looks like.  Scary.

As a child of the 90’s I wore my overalls like every-other-girl, along with my Doc Martins, vintage flannels and striped socks.  In fact, I probably wore them all at the same time, come to think of it.  Looking back on photos, they made me a big square box - no curves, all flat lines - and as comfortable as they were, I swore them off.  

Fast forward umpteen years…  Channeling my inner 70’s child, I adore jumpsuits.  I can see why they were so popular:  they are the (retro) modern answer to one piece dressing.  As liberating as pants and curvy as a well-cut dress, I’m not afraid to rock a jumpsuit.

Holding Horses does beautiful denim, so I’m happy to see this overall/jumpsuit hybrid.  The surplice top is downright sexy, but the patch pockets on the front keep it from reading “sex farm kitten”.  The back has a center zip (like a fitted pencil skirt) and across the back you get the classic overall straps, revealing a bare back.  (if you dare)

Famer girls and 90’s children need not apply…

Holiding Horses Surplice Jumpsuit, $128.  Available at Anthropologie

And so life goes… Just as the backyard is at its most beautiful and the weather is strangely cool and spring-ish: the mosquitos arrive.  I got bit five times the other night before I called it quits.  And yes, it’s a bit early for the skeeters, but it almost doesn’t matter, because before I become the mosquitos dinner, some other fine winged creature finds death by drowning in my rosé or landing in my salad. 

Hmmm.

Last year, I came so close to buying some of these food covers - they are really an outdoor entertaining necessity in the South - but the storage factor got in the way.  (As it always will when your house was built in 1927)  But this year, there will be something between my potato salad and those unwanted guests.  Space be damned.

Now, to find a mosquito net for my wine glass…

Photo via Anthropologie

Emerson Fry* seems to flutter perfectly in-between uptown prep and beach goddess hippie.  (which is my favorite combo of all time) All the pieces look timeless - of the moment, but could be vintage - and are decidedly not cookie-cutter-straight-out-of-the-J.Crew-catalogue.  

I’m going through a white shirt moment right now (as in, you can never have too many) and this silk tuxedo shirt fits the bill.  The drape is insane and while I love the white on white look, I would pop some crazy colored trousers underneath this, throw on some heels and call it day.  That my friends, is the beauty of a white shirt: we all wear it differently.

P.S. Love the love beads?  Me too.  Here you go…

*formerly Emerson Made.  

This weekend was the kind of weekend that takes the stuffing out of you.  Road-trippin’, dock diving, sun lounging, thigh burning, silly photo taking, white wine on ice drinking and general merriment making can make a girl really tired.  Also throw in cooking breakfast for 20+ people while hungover.  Now that’s a feat…

The Man’s family all went to Summerland Key (about 20 miles outside of Key West) to celebrate his parents 50th wedding anniversary.  Let’s just all ponder 50 years spent with someone you love…

It was a wonderful, wonderful weekend.  

Some chemistry glass that I thrifted yesterday.  It will be in the store if I ever get around to it…

I just read the average American woman owns 17 pairs of shoes.  I decidedly do not fit that bill.

My shoe number just got one higher because of these babies from Zara.  They go with everything - from crops to maxis - and they’re comfortable too.  

P.S. Guess my shoe number?  

The newest member of our deck plant family: a prickly pear.  It’s almost like sculpture.  It’s also slightly anthropomorphic: I want to name him Bob for some reason.

A two year old amaryllis bulb bloomed this spring.  I almost threw it out this past winter.  I’m so glad I didn’t.

Bromiliads, a wayward fern and geranium.

Our little Buddha faces east (as one should) and gets beat by the sun every day.  I don’t think he cares.