The Many Faces of Tree

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Musical Interlude

I couldn't sleep the other night.

It just happens, sometimes, as I'm sure it does to you. No rhyme or reason for it, and there's no cure. Just restless limbs, tossing and turning for hours, with a cat glaring at you from the foot of the bed as if to say, "Calm DOWN, woman, I'm dreaming of hummingbirds over here!"

I live next door to a 7th Day Adventist church. It was 4AM early Saturday morning, I was wide awake and staring at the ceiling, when I started to hear piano music wafting through my window. At first, I thought it was in my head, another symptom of my slow descent into insanity. But no, it grew a bit louder, and I peeked out my window, hoping to see.

I wanted to know who it was. I wanted to know why they were alone in a church so early in the morning, playing sad slow tunes that relaxed the coils of tension in my body. My brain, wide awake, spun its wheels and wondered. Did they have a fight with someone? Did they break in? What was their name? Were they as lonely as me?

They didn't play for long, unaware they had a captive audience.

And eventually I fell asleep again, still wondering.

Sunday Matinee Style

I'm lucky enough to have parents that a) enjoy my company b) will drive down from Santa Barbara to do so c) take me to awesome things like plays and concerts.

On this sunny Sunday we first enjoyed a delicious lunch on the patio at Napa Valley Grille in Westwood. Completely amazing. I indulged in elderflower cucumber sangria, had a roasted veggie salad and a vegetable eggs benedict, as well as a small piece of coffee cake. All delicious and light.

After lunch, we saw the matinee showing of the west coast premiere of "Good People" by David Lindsay-Abaire at the Geffen Playhouse. Truly one of the most fantastic and well-acted productions I've had the pleasure of seeing in the last few years. Starring Jane Kaczmarek and Jon Tenney, amongst others, it was both completely hilarious, totally offensive, and a little bit heart-breaking. If you ever have the chance, go see!

So, any excuse I have to get fancy, I will take. And I don't often have excuses. Thus today I decided to wear the new dress I bought yesterday, as it felt appropriately springy, and tried to play up the fun mix of colors in the print.

• Dress by Old Navy (I thought it was a medium, per the hanger it was on. Didn't find out until I'd tried it on, bought it and taken it home that it's actually a small. WTF?!)
• Lace Cardigan by Miss Chievous (I am wearing the shit out of this thing. $15 well spent.)
• Peep-Toe Wedges by Aerosoles (So darn comfy, my feet thank me profusely.)
• Earrings from ModCloth (YELLOW!)
• Sash by What Now? (Pretty sure I got it at a vintage shop or garage sale or something. It looked kind of weird, but I dug it.)
• Gold cuff by H&M (Funny, I was wearing this when I got mugged in Paris last summer. When I fell flat on my face, I landed on my forearm and it got all misshappen and popped off. It fits weird now. True story.)
• Ring by Someone Talented (Bought at a street fair in Seattle in 2008.)
• Purse by Kathy Von Zeeland (I like to carry a lot of crap.)

Deep Thoughts

It's a sunny 75 degree day in Los Angeles. Pretty much couldn't ask for anything more. And for once, I actually left my apartment on the weekend. Gasp. 90 minutes of delicious stretchy vinyasa flow at Naam Yoga, a tasty grilled tuna, veggie and mashed potato lunch at Tender Greens, then a little shopping at Old Navy, all around 3rd Street Promenade in Santa Monica.

I should go into work for a few hours to build some desks and earn a little extra money, but the last thing on Earth I feel like doing is stepping foot inside that God-forsaken dungeon.

The second to last thing I feel like doing is thinking very hard.

So here are today's deep thoughts.

*My landlord left a very official document in my mailbox. They're raising my rent by $3.61 per month. I'm not sure I'm okay with this.

* I love my mother for a lot of reasons, but mostly because she's the kind of person who would buy me a pink pepper spray and put it in my Easter basket. At age 24.

*This is happening right now.

*I couldn't find my car on Arizona Avenue. I think I'm getting old. Or possibly have killed too many brain cells.

*There's a bounce house party across the street. I guess my invitation got lost in the mail.

*On the wall of the Tender Greens they have a bunch of cartoon posters instructing you to do things like "Hang With More Vegetables!", "Be A Random Act Of Kindness!", or "Set Your Ideas Free!". You know, hippie propaganda. This was my favorite:

*I think I have that covered.

Wonderful Wednesday

I was in a glorious mood this morning.

Then, this afternoon...not so much.

But why dwell on the bullshit that makes me cranky? Why write a post whining about all my first world problems? That would only make me feel worse.

Thus: a photo retrospective of things that made this a wonderful Wednesday.

Strange gorgeous skies, streaks of light through dark clouds. A little rain, balmy heat. Hawaii in California. 

A sunny yellow manicure on shrinking fingers. One Claddagh grew too big for my thumb, so it joined the other on my middle finger. All the better to flip off love. Badumdumchh.

Hand-made earrings by yours truly. I feel a little extra awesome rocking jewelry I made myself.

An amazing find at Marshall's freshly hung above my vanity. Thematically apt, no?

And finally, this sweet little face. You'd never guess his role model is the Evil Queen.

And now, I will fall asleep listening to the rain. 

The Stealth Asshole

One of society’s most truly elusive creatures, the stealth asshole is just that —- sneaky, hidden, tricksy like a fox. They’re skilled at manipulation, gifted with the ability to maintain their sweetheart facade for weeks, months, even years. Oh, but when they finally reveal their true colors, when the effort to maintain that candy coating on their personality becomes too much…watch the fuck out.  

How is it that completely rational, intelligent people get taken in time and time again by these crafty charlatans? I suppose it’s human nature to trust the good in front of you, to believe with your whole heart that someone means the kind things the say. How can you look into a pair of pretty bright eyes, seemingly infused with sincerity and adoration, and see the darkness lurking behind? How can we learn to pick out of a crowd these men (or women, yes) who manage to hide their true selves just long enough to suck you in to their web, only to then smash your soul like a particularly fragile insect? 

I really have no idea. 

The good guys are becoming increasingly rare--either they inhabit far-off lands, or they've already been domesticated by some lucky bitch. Or, more often, the good guy turns out to be a stealth asshole in disguise.

If you encounter one of these stealth assholes, please, do the world a favor and tag them before they are released back into the wild. For all our sakes. 

Scenes from a Sunday morning after...

Her: I think I'm turning into a bit of a makeout whore.

Me: Please, do tell. I need to slut it up vicariously through you.

Her: Well, I ended up making out with that guy from high school last weekend...and last night, the bachelor party best man.

Me: Can you go for the trifecta? Please kiss another stranger next weekend. I'm counting on you.

Her: I'll try my best.

I love my friends.

Country Wedding Style

I spent this weekend in a little town called Greeley, celebrating the wedding of my cousin. I was stoked to check Colorado off my list of states-to-visit, and Northern CO really was beautiful. Gorgeous sunsets, a sky full of stars, snow-capped mountains in the distance.

But the whole place kind of smelled like cow...not a fan. I guess I'm a bit of a city snob, I don't deny. Give me smog over shit any day. 

But seriously, much fun was had. It was the first time in dozens on years of moons that my entire extended family was together, so that was kind of special. Plus: drunk grandmas.

SO, two weeks ago, I went shopping with my mother for an outfit for the event itself, and enjoyed a fabulous afternoon inside many dressing rooms. Then I spent two hours in my closet Thursday night trying to find something to fit for the rehearsal dinner among the too big and too small. I do have to say, fashion is so much more fun 35 pounds lighter.

Sidenote: Two pounds away from the 150s...and I have not been there in about 5 years. SO MUCH HAPPY.

Anyway, I had a ton of style fun this weekend, so let's get to it, shall we?

Oh, wait.

1) I need to work on my fashion photography. Check out the sexy bathroom shots, hey-o.

2) Heels hurt a lot less when there's less weight on them. The more you know. 

3) Say hi to Mr. Tree in the corner! He LOVES shoes. He's very gay. We'll come back to that another time.

4) Check out that awesome manicure. A few days old without a chip, for $9? AMAZING.

Rehearsal Dinner 

• Tank by Whothehellknows (I've been wearing this thing for probably four years, it has no tag.)
• Lace Cardigan by Miss Chievous (Purchased at Marshall's in West LA. I have a lace fetish.)
• Skirt by Counterparts (Dug from the depths of my closet.)
• Shoes by ShoeDazzle (So insanely cute and comfy, red suede amazingness. Am in love.)
• Jeweled Feather Ring by...No Idea (Maybe Guess? It was a gift from my sister. Funny story, another cousin's girlfriend was wearing the same ring.)
• Rose Gold Cuff by H&M (Bought to match the ring, maybe $5? I love cheap.)
• Beaded Bracelet by ME! (I'm taking a jewelry class through Santa Monica Continuing Education. So fancy.)
• Feather Earrings by Owlita (Now defunct. Tragic, because these earrings are AMAZING.)
• Flower Clutch by You'd Think It Would Say (All I know is it's Made In Italy, and I love it. It reminds me of Beauty and the Beast.)

Ceremony & Reception

• One-Shoulder Dress by Laundry by Shelli Segal (SO IN LOVE. My wonderful mother purchased it for me.  And it's a freaking size 8. Want to live in it.)
• Shoes by Style&Co (Macy's brand, one of my favorites. Fits my wide feet and actually makes medium sized heels.)
• Ring by Guess (OMGILOVEMYBUG.)
• Earrings by Kensie (I love sparkles. Another gift from my favorite mother.)
• Floral Wrap by Collection Eighteen (Another Marshall's find, apparently it's a Tahitian pareo? I thought it was a scarf.)
• Purple Clutch by Style&Co (I got it for like, $6. Amazing.)

Visual Memories: March 4th, 2008 - Santa Barbara, California

"It's hard to dance with the devil on your back..."

Saturday night.

Santa Barbara Bowl.

My best friend.

Florence & The Machine.

($@**$&%(*#&@$(*#&@(%^!

She was amazing. A revelation, a mystical little pixie sprite flittering about the stage in a body suit and dramatic cape. Her music speaks to me on a level I can't even describe. I saw her in 2010 as well, also with the same friend, and Saturday was just as incredible.

We danced, we sang, we jumped about, and had an altogether magical evening.

My only complaint is that her set was far too short. The SB Bowl cuts people off at 10PM, and she was off stage at 9:30...disappointing, but didn't ruin what was an incredible concert.