London has been on my mind the past few days. Maybe it's all those papparazzi shots of Kate Middleton that have been tearing up the internets lately, or the so-freezing-cold-it's-practically-snow-rain that ruined my hair and make up at lunch hour today, or maybe a combination of both, plus my obsession with bundling up.
Whatever it is, images of British counterculture icons like Twiggy have been repeating themselves in my head, while The Rolling Stones play on loop. Yeah, my head is a weird place, but what I'm trying to say is that 1960's London was awesome. So many great things were happening there culturally and the fashion coming out of there really reflected that.
Anywho! The aforementioned lunchtime plight had me longing for Wellies and a long, warm jacket. I even went so far as to dig around my trunk for a rogue knit cap to no avail. If I could've had the following items, my ears and toes would've been much happier!
Clockwise from top left:
1.) I heart rain Umbrella, $16
2.) Grey Cropped Sweater, Woolrich, $329
3.) Yellow Wool Beret, People Tree, $13
4.) Cotton Poplin Dress, Miu Miu, $1,005
5.) Ribbon Knee Socks, TopShop, $14
6.) Green Wellies, Hunter Wellington, $125
7.) "Be With Me" Plaid Coat, ShopRuche, $64
I was planning on hiking the Hollywood sign this weekend but it looks like all I'll be doing is catching up on reading and screaming at the TV in outrage come Sunday night. Do you have any favorite rainy day activities?
Your Golden Girl,
Olive
Photos courtesy of abudhabinomads.typepad.com, nibsblog.wordpress.com, strictlyforpleasure.wordpress.com, rollingsite.blogspot.com, and all previously linked online stores.
Friday, February 25, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Wednesday Happy Days
I am officially pimping my own Lookbook account now. I'm just upset because these shoes are adorable and they're getting no hype over there! Make sure you HYPE this look for me, dear loyal reader(s)! I heart fashion micro blogging so much.
I found these amazing little quasi-saddle shoes at Wasteland a couple weeks ago. They're basically jazz booties and are super comfortable. These two factors combined makes them ideal dancing shoes. Whenever I slip them on I feel like busting a pirouette, no matter the location. But I fear I will end up like Amy Winehouse in Brazil, so I refrain.
I guess I just wanted to brag about my new shoes.
Your Golden Girl,
Olive
Saturday, February 12, 2011
#screwyouValentine'sDay
Before I head out for the day, I wanted to share some articles I wrote for the February issue of UL Magazine. They're not fashion or style related, but they are Valentine's Day related, especially if you live in the LA area and are a terrible planner and still pondering what romantical adventure you and your special somebody (or not-so-special-somebody-that-you-drunk-dialed-so-you-won't-be-alone-on-this-stupid-greeting-card-holiday) should be doing this weekend.
I'm not a huge fan of Valentine's Day in the traditional sense. I think if you love someone you don't need an excuse to have a nice dinner together and get each other presents. I mean, Valentine's Day is pretty unromantic if you go the traditional route and have dinner at a fancy restaurant with 800 other couples making out around you and then give each other big stupid cards that you throw out 2 weeks later.
BUT I'm not completely against any reason to give me flowers and candy. I think there are fun ways to celebrate the love holiday without being a hot cheeseball mess and the articles I wrote highlight some of the alternative options for LA couples: trapeze at the Santa Monica Pier, cheap dates, and a hot new cabaret show in Hollywood. Even if you don't live in LA, maybe these will give you some ideas of celebrating Valentine's Day in a unique way in your own hometown.
Happy Valemtime's!
Olive
P.S. - The title of this post is a hilarious twitter hashtag that Jimmy Fallon started, detailing all of the ridiculousness of a traditonal Valentine's celebration.
I'm not a huge fan of Valentine's Day in the traditional sense. I think if you love someone you don't need an excuse to have a nice dinner together and get each other presents. I mean, Valentine's Day is pretty unromantic if you go the traditional route and have dinner at a fancy restaurant with 800 other couples making out around you and then give each other big stupid cards that you throw out 2 weeks later.
BUT I'm not completely against any reason to give me flowers and candy. I think there are fun ways to celebrate the love holiday without being a hot cheeseball mess and the articles I wrote highlight some of the alternative options for LA couples: trapeze at the Santa Monica Pier, cheap dates, and a hot new cabaret show in Hollywood. Even if you don't live in LA, maybe these will give you some ideas of celebrating Valentine's Day in a unique way in your own hometown.
Happy Valemtime's!
Olive
P.S. - The title of this post is a hilarious twitter hashtag that Jimmy Fallon started, detailing all of the ridiculousness of a traditonal Valentine's celebration.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Current Wishful Drinking: Hermes Agenda
One of my biggest goals for this year is to be more organzied. Sidenote: "goals" sounds much less lame than "resolutions", don't you think? I pretty much automatically expect a resolution to fail, I guess because I associate it with all those people that crowd the cardio machines at the gym for the month of January.
Despite the impression you may have gotten from my last post, I am making valiant efforts to become more organized this year. In 2011 my most major task so far has been cleaning out and re-organzing my closet. It now looks less like a pile of laundry and abandoned shoes and more like an adorable little dressing room!
I also started making a lot of small changes in the everyday to make things run more smoothly: I now make my bed every morning, set out my clothes the night before, respond to emails as they come instead of letting them pile up and cause stress, keep just 2 books and 2 scripts on my bedside table at any given time (down from the 9,000 of each it was before) and store the "to read" materials neatly on a desk shelf. I've even been keeping up with mundane household chores like a regular June Cleever! 18-year-old me didn't even know where the trash recepticle was in her building and now I have a sparklingly clean apartment! (Don't be too grossed out, I didn't live in a Hoarders-style garbage cave, I just pawned all household chores off onto my roommates. Much better.)
However, the one area that remains quite scary would be my mess of an overworked day planner.
As life began speeding up my poor little day planner just could not handle it. Daily "To-Do" lists spilled over multiple entries, the single pocket in the back was not enough to fill my daily magazine tears, work papers, parking tickets (damn you! You are always messing my organization up!) and the huge pile of trash that is LA Small Business Tax and Car Registration documents (you can read all about the-migraine-that-won't-go-away here).
I'm on the market for a classy, grown-up day planner. I don't want anything electronic. I don't want anything black. I don't want anything tiny. Kate Spade had some adorable options over the holidays, but they look too similar to 2010's planner.
No, the dream has become THIS gorgeous beacon of organization and style, from Hermes. Completed fully by THIS and THESE. Oh, Hermes. How I love you because you hold on so tightly to being an old-school handmade luxury goods company. Everything made by you is beautiful and gorgeous and meant to be passed down for years and years. And oh, how I cannot afford you due to the very reason why I love you so much. It's like Romeo & Juliet without the suicide and feuding families. So really, it's nothing like Romeo & Juliet but just go with it I'm on a roll.
The oversized interior pockets help keep my giant piles of papers to an organized minimum. The bright purple calfskin and contrasting orange page-marker are cheerful colors that would give me another reason to smile as I make "To Do" lists (as if you really need a reason to smile while making lists!). The best part about this is that Hermes is so high end they don't call it a "day planner". It's an agenda. A "day planner" is something with a floral motif your mom stuffed coupons in and used to keep track of when she had to pick your ungrateful ass up from ballet and clarinet practice. An "agenda" is something a high society lady owns and uses a fountain pen to write down the times of her luncheons and philanthropic committee meetings.
I am neither of those things, but I would like an Hermes Agenda so I can keep track of when I need to get coffee with my friends or when it's a new episode of 30 Rock.
Your Golden Girl,
Olive
Despite the impression you may have gotten from my last post, I am making valiant efforts to become more organized this year. In 2011 my most major task so far has been cleaning out and re-organzing my closet. It now looks less like a pile of laundry and abandoned shoes and more like an adorable little dressing room!
I also started making a lot of small changes in the everyday to make things run more smoothly: I now make my bed every morning, set out my clothes the night before, respond to emails as they come instead of letting them pile up and cause stress, keep just 2 books and 2 scripts on my bedside table at any given time (down from the 9,000 of each it was before) and store the "to read" materials neatly on a desk shelf. I've even been keeping up with mundane household chores like a regular June Cleever! 18-year-old me didn't even know where the trash recepticle was in her building and now I have a sparklingly clean apartment! (Don't be too grossed out, I didn't live in a Hoarders-style garbage cave, I just pawned all household chores off onto my roommates. Much better.)
However, the one area that remains quite scary would be my mess of an overworked day planner.
As life began speeding up my poor little day planner just could not handle it. Daily "To-Do" lists spilled over multiple entries, the single pocket in the back was not enough to fill my daily magazine tears, work papers, parking tickets (damn you! You are always messing my organization up!) and the huge pile of trash that is LA Small Business Tax and Car Registration documents (you can read all about the-migraine-that-won't-go-away here).
I'm on the market for a classy, grown-up day planner. I don't want anything electronic. I don't want anything black. I don't want anything tiny. Kate Spade had some adorable options over the holidays, but they look too similar to 2010's planner.
No, the dream has become THIS gorgeous beacon of organization and style, from Hermes. Completed fully by THIS and THESE. Oh, Hermes. How I love you because you hold on so tightly to being an old-school handmade luxury goods company. Everything made by you is beautiful and gorgeous and meant to be passed down for years and years. And oh, how I cannot afford you due to the very reason why I love you so much. It's like Romeo & Juliet without the suicide and feuding families. So really, it's nothing like Romeo & Juliet but just go with it I'm on a roll.
The oversized interior pockets help keep my giant piles of papers to an organized minimum. The bright purple calfskin and contrasting orange page-marker are cheerful colors that would give me another reason to smile as I make "To Do" lists (as if you really need a reason to smile while making lists!). The best part about this is that Hermes is so high end they don't call it a "day planner". It's an agenda. A "day planner" is something with a floral motif your mom stuffed coupons in and used to keep track of when she had to pick your ungrateful ass up from ballet and clarinet practice. An "agenda" is something a high society lady owns and uses a fountain pen to write down the times of her luncheons and philanthropic committee meetings.
I am neither of those things, but I would like an Hermes Agenda so I can keep track of when I need to get coffee with my friends or when it's a new episode of 30 Rock.
Your Golden Girl,
Olive
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Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Bill My Chiropractor
There have been a couple articles online the past few days detailing the contents of famous purses, and the need a lot of women have for schlepping so much shit around with them all the damn time. My favorite was by far the story detailing Janis Joplin's purse contents over at The Hairpin. It earns favorite status due to a combination of my love for Janis, my obsession with obtaining a bag similar to the one she's holding in the accompanying photo (which if memory serves me right, looks like she scooped up at a street vendor in South America), and the fact that her purse contents and habit of always losing pretty important things are eerily similar to my little sister.
Amanda Fortini at the New York Times wrote "My Personal Baggage" this week, about her own out-of-control bag schlepping and packing habits. That piece mentions Joan Didion's essay "The White Album", and a helpful bit of information to keep you organized in your moments of spontaneity.
All of this bag-talk got me thinking about the scary no-man's land that is my own purse. I sort of hate the word "purse", though. It reminds me of one of those little pink plastic bags your mom would give you to play with when you were little. You know, the kind that came with make-up and a kid-size pink broom and dustpan so you could feel just like Mom! Oh, how I loved the politically incorrect 80's. "Purse" to me sounds like something a frivolous person carries in case they need to reapply their lipstick in a gold compact mirror. I prefer "bag". It's a suitable term for me as well since I carry huge bags with me at all times that are definitely giving me back problems by the minute. I blame the Olsens.
I recently downsized to a great bag for winter (it's about half the size of my usual, and I'm loving the handles so my poor back can catch a break), and I figured I'd jump on the contents-spill bandwagon and share my mess.
My handmade purse from Sew Trendy on Etsy contains (from top): 1 crumpled Panera Bread receipt (don't judge I earned a free coffee), the best purple owl wallet ever from Urban Outfitters 4 years ago, a shopping/to-do list, pink pepper spray, a tampon, my keycard for work that I attached a superlong pink ribbon to to make it a necklace because I'm always losing it, Victoria's Secret Beauty Rush lip gloss in Cupcake, a travel toothbrush & case, a pen, keys, my eyeglasses for driving, a gift certificate to Blow Dry Bar, Blackberry, a parking ticket, and Mint Rosebud Salve.
For someone as busy as myself, you'd think I'd have to be more organized but unfortunately since I have to be prepared for everything, I just toss it all in and am just glad it's there, forget about organizing the contents. This is actually a pared-down day. I consider all of these essentials. Minus the stupid parking ticket, of course. That is never essential.
What do you need to do your day right?
You Golden Girl,
Olive
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