hey, pretty little things:

from here, via here.

oh, anthropologie:

it looks like you've done it again. why must you force me to lust after every single beautiful item in your catalog?

been there, done that:

we went to the beach on new years eve. it was gloomy. i took some photos. if you want, you can see more, and others, here.

compromise:

a bathing suit is pretty much the last thing i want to put on right now, but with our family vacation rapidly approaching, it's about to become unavoidable. unless i choose to lie on the beach in something like this, of course (to go along with bailey's outfit). i'm lusting over this one (and that bod?), but settling for this one (and researching nylon dyeing techniques).

virtual christmas shopping... for myself:

following darcy's lead, i'm compiling a list of beautiful things i would put on my christmas list if my family were exchanging gifts this year. (instead of collecting more things, we're going on a five-day vacation to cabo san lucas. sun-bathing and whale-watching? -- i seriously can't complain.)

anything from rifle paper company, including, but not limited to, this beautiful botanical chart card set:

a getaway at the tree house featured in the toast a/w 09 house & home catalog (... or anything else within the pages):

a big-girl purse:

feminine underpinnings:

cozy slippers:

a whole library of penguin cloth-bound classics:

...among other things.

uncanny:

bacon band-aids:

worn out of necessity, not irony.

it's that time of year again:

outside it is raining and cold, and i'm bah-humbugging already. not that i don't love the holiday season -- i'm just sick and tired of all of the stuff involved.

(photo from here, forever ago.)

to do:

unfortunately, felix "fox" harris' house isn't still here; but i really want to see the installation of his pieces at the art museum of southeast texas.

i can't believe i've been living back home for over two months. i've only accomplished a fraction of what i promised myself i would.

(photos by keith carter.)

wurstfest 09:

i wish i could tell y'all how many different versions of the chicken dance i have heard over the past 48 hours.

this was my halloween costume. and yes, that is beer i'm drinking through the straw.