Thursday, September 9, 2010


me, probably singing the theme song from Full House...
The last 2 years I have participated in a little festival called Fauxchella with some friends from Long Beach. We go off somewhere, make some kick ass music, perform it for each other, and eat and drink lots of good things. This past summer's was pretty awesome. The food was AMAZING. Our chef Jessica blew my mind with all the stuff she made that weekend. The woman makes her own sausage, marshmallows, icecream, brandy-bacon-banana-bread and roasted a whole pig. I salute her:

One of the cool things about the weekend is that there is always a few photogs and film people around. One of the guys (check out his blog as well: ) is making a short film about it... here is a preview... I got chills when I saw it! I'm in it somewhere...

Official Unofficial "The Sound and the Wind - 2010 Cut" Trailer from Loose Luggage on Vimeo.

"I've been sayin it...I've been sayin it for 10 damn years."

Every time I see a punk little kid with light up sneakers I burn with envy deep down to my unlighted toes. Ever since growing out of a size 13 youth in shoes, light up shoes seemed out of reach. The only options I seemed to find were light up stripper heals that had a slot to put in dollar bills... not so appealing.

I was browsing the internet last night and found these lovely things! At last someone has heard my cry for light up shoes. Thanks ladies of Rodarte. You rock my world.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010


I walked to a coffee house this afternoon. Passed a young guy carrying flowers from the market. He had dark messy hair, a white v-neck and dark slim jeans. He was attractive. I started going down a rabbit hole of pondering on who the flowers were for; ......his live-in girlfriend,... who wasn't nearly as cool and laid back as him, who didn't even read books, and always hogged the covers. Oh God he smelled good as he walked by! Why was he bringing her flowers? "Those should have been for me," I told myself, getting dark and whiny because there was no one bringing me flowers on a Wednesday afternoon.

Resisting the urge to follow the scent, and the boy buying flowers for the girl he shout not be dating, I continued to the coffee house. I turned the corner and was greeted by a whole swarm of white roses (my favorite) growing around the building waiting for me. Then it hit me, I didn't need some messy haired bum-handsome guy to buy me flowers. The all-knowing, loving God of the universe made me flowers. Made them, so that I could see them while I walked and know that he wanted to bring me joy. I was also reminded that I was definitely that girl who wasn't deserving of getting flowers. But, I do get flowers, everyday, growing outside my building, on my walks to coffee houses and sometimes (on rare occassions) from messy haired handsome boys.

photos by: Amira Fritz 

Saturday, September 4, 2010

Journaling Tip.

The type of pen one uses when journaling is surprisingly crucial. If it is the kind of pen that sporadically runs out of ink, you will waste valuable "I'm on a roll" time retracing the words you have just written and consequently forget that funny/significant/brilliant thing you were going to write.

If the pen is writing too lightly you will have to press down too hard, creating tension in your hand that will most definitely travel up to your brain and make you write irritated thoughts. This will make you sound like a frumpy nag who sits around writing about all the things you don't like in this world and will depress your reader to the point of making them write down all the things they hate about the world they live in whilst doing so, pressing down to hard with their own pen.
Way to go light writing pen... Ruining the world.

The pen that is too generous with ink and leaves blobs on your paper is no good either. You're going about your business, writing down your hopes and dreams, while this pen is leaking wet blobs of ink all along your page, which could get on your unbeknownst finger and get transfered via "itch" to your face. Then, when the cute guy sitting in the hipster coffee shop you are writing in, looks at you and smiles, it won't be because he thinks your cute.

So choose your journaling pen wisely because it could possibly ruin the world we live in or scare away potential suitors.

I personally prefer those all blue pens that are really skinny and skinnier at the top and write wonderfully always...I can't think of the brand they are. Currently googling it rather unsuccessfully.................

.........Wow, that was surprisingly harder than I thought it would be, but thanks to I have found them. Papermate White Brothers Ballpoint Stick Pens in Blue...NOT Black.
Blue is by far superior.

Friday, September 3, 2010

No Words.

This photo pretty much speaks for its self. Viva la gingers!

Enjoy your weekends :)

Wednesday, September 1, 2010


I stumbled across these photos while looking for some hair photography and these make my nose kind of squidge up a little, in a creeped out/fascinated/impressed sort of way.

Enjoy... but don't try this a home.



I need a new book to read. I've been working on To Kill A Mockingbird and am just finishing up Alice in Wonderland and am looking for a couple new books to read. I just plowed through Harry Potter 7 so I'm thinking I need something with a little bit more substance and more intellectually stimulating... although it was super awesome/fun to read. I'm starting up a book club too so if you have any recommendations for that...feel free to comment.

Tell me about some good books you've just read!