Moodboard: Dress Like a Lumberjack


A couple weekends back we were at a party and one of my friends had the most killer lumberjack thing going on. She was so chic, but at the same time, just super casual and chill. Dark jeans (cuffs rolled up, very important), wooly socks, and a nice little red flannel shirt. I thought about dressing it up a bit, adding a few things.


1. Spiffy Lumberjack Bifold Wallet 2. Krochet Kids Riley Beanie 3. Grey Big Lapel Coat 4. Black Suede Ankle Boots 5. Men’s Lamp Wool Grey Socks 6. Lumber Tools Earrings 7. Dark Matchstick Jeans 8. Cropped Flannel Shirt

see also: Pippa Middleton’s Lumberjack Style

See You Next Week | Links for your Friday!


Four More Years

The First Official Photos from the new season of Mad Men! The premiere date is April 7. So excited!

The Coachella Lineup was finally released. I’m drooling over Blur and The Stone Roses playing the same night! And New Order too?! I may just have to go.

Designing Google. I have to say that Google’s interface has really hit its stride. It’s beautiful and economical design.

“Why I Started a Design Group That Gives Away Half  its Work for Free”. As someone who has done work on a barter system for the last 3.5 years, this is a good read.

Benedict Cumberbatch as Julian Assange.

American Airlines has a new logo. I think it looks smart.

The Secret to Losing Weight is Walking. Who would’ve thought?

And finally, all people could talk about yesterday was the news that JJ Abrams will direct the new Star Wars movie. Lost is one of my favorite shows, and I liked Star Trek quite a bit. But Star Wars is a very fragile franchise at the moment. Let’s hope he handles it with care.

Have a good weekend!

That’s How People Grow Up


As I wrote yesterday’s long post about Morrissey, I also somewhat prepared for the eventuality that he might postpone. And he did. This is now the 4th time it’s happened to me. What did I say, right? Rite of passage. It happens to everyone. Not only was the show called off, but the after party as well, which I was SO-SO-SO-SO looking forward. High on happiness from seeing Morrissey and then hanging out with all my friends and drinking while listening to a ton of great music. Sigh. Well. He wouldn’t be Morrissey if he wasn’t constantly disappointing us. Much as it bums me out, I still have to laugh about it. At least I’m not alone.

Too bad I love him so. Ugh.

In other news, I finished my 10 day stint of Boot Camp. And I feel FAN-FREAKING-TASTIC for accomplishing this major feat. The day before I started, I was nervous and excited. My first day, I was miserable and broken. Now? I’m empowered and strong. I can do push-ups now (well sort of. I can only do it on my knees. Baby steps). I hope to stick with some sort of routine at home until I can afford to go back regularly.

And finally, I have a freelance gig starting Monday, which I can’t wait for. I’ll still be blogging on the reg though. So keep coming back!

If only Morrissey hadn’t postponed, this would’ve been one of the best weeks ever.

Stay tuned for Friday Links.

Tomorrow, will it really come?


I know exactly the first Smiths song I heard. It was “How Soon is Now,” and It’s a shame that it was by way of “The Wedding Singer.” I kind of liked it in the movie, because when I was a kid, that was a great movie. [Now, every time I hear it, it still stirs up some negative connotations (oh MAN this song was in an ADAM SANDLER movie!). ]

It wasn’t until I was 19 that I actually were aware of The Smiths. There was a discussion at my work about seriously depressing music. They didn’t sound super appealing so, I didn’t bother, but it was a year later when I bought my first Smiths CD. Then I was excited. I knew this was a band I should like. All the “cool kids” I knew liked them, so if I did too, I’d be cool like them.

Many who describe losing their Smiths virginity as awe-inspiring transcendence, but it didn’t click right away. I thought they were good, but not, like, life-changing. Over time, they grew on me and the next Spring I turned 21 and started going to Transmission, where The Smiths are heavily played on  a regular basis. Eventually I collected all their albums and finally started getting into Morrissey’s solo work, which is highly listenable and addictive music, but nowhere the depth, the timelessness, the genius of The Smiths.

Morrissey is the mouthpiece for entire generations– young 20-somethings who know the meaning of isolation and humiliation. They can’t go out for fear of rejection. Morrissey’s character is subversive to the modern pop star and more shy and confused about his sexuality than many of his listeners are. He’s the Oscar Wilde of 20th century anguish. But he’s also droll and clever and his words and biting and witty. His whole manner and charisma are unparalleled and unprecedented in the music world. The last enigma in pop.

There’s a hysteria and fanaticism surrounding him. The tradition started when he was with The Smiths. Fans would rush the stage just to touch him. As if he were The Messiah and that they could be cured. I admit that I have been put under that spell too.

I finally got to see him in December 2011. I’d waited all day in freezing Chicago, and ended up dead center, 15 feet away from him the whole time. At the end, the crowd stormed the stage, and I was pinned up against the barrier, grasping desperately at the air, hoping to just touch any part of him. He reached and I reached but…

After he left, I felt unfulfilled; emotionally and physically taxed to my very end. He looked and sounded gorgeous, and I was within spitting distance of him, but I didn’t get to touch him. Not to mention, this show came after a previous postponement which the news initially made me heartsick and devastated. Finally seeing him was numbing and elating at the same time.

He was due to come to Minneapolis after 3 years away this last October, and then to Iowa the day after. This whole group of us (some of my best and brightest friends) were planning to go.

And it was rescheduled 3 days before. Morrissey is actually well-known for canceling shows. Sometimes he never reschedules them. This is a rite of passage every Morrissey fan has to go through. It’s now happened to me 3 times. So, Tomorrow. Yes. It will happen [NOPE. HE POSTPONED AGAIN!]. Will I enter into the ranks of the coveted stage-jumpers? Stupid and reckless as they are, they have something that’s the envy of every lonely soul on the planet.

Don’t let me down, Morrissey. You beautiful bastard.

House Tour! The Dining Room


The dining room isn’t really a “room,” per se. It’s more like filler space, or leftover from the living room. The chairs and table (which has two more leaves so it gets like, crazy long) came with the house and we presently don’t have any plans to get a new one. Except the chairs are falling apart. 2/6 are broken :/DININGROOM_2

The built in bookshelf is AWESOME and allows us to have lots of knick knacks on display, which is tricky. I have my scandinavian heritage represented with the Norwegian painted bowl (which I believe my parents bought on their honeymoon) and a little Dala Horse.DININGROOM_3

The great thing about this house is how much stuff came with it. The table, and that LAMP. The lamp is so amazing and modern. The black and white drawing is by an Icelandic guy about my age that I found through Reddit. He sent me the .pdf and I printed it and bought the frame from IKEA. The little houses belonged to my grandma. When she died I took a bunch and now they’ve lived in a few places. I don’t know that much about them but you can read about them here. The little yellow radio is a Panasonic Panapet that was given to me a few years ago by my friend DJ Jake Rudh.DININGROOM_4

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