Thursday, March 28, 2013

A Happening


I'm going to bed earlier and drinking lots of water. 
I'm watching less reality TV and sweeping more. 
I'm working out and choosing to only eat one piece of bread out of the basket. 
I've stopped shopping at Forever 21 and I only buy things I really really really like. 
Like, even if something is on sale, I usually don't buy it.
And I really like sales. 
I'm thinking before I'm speaking. 
I'm pausing before I'm blogging. 
I'm washing my face before I go to bed and sometimes I wear ear plugs.
I make eggs for breakfast and I'm eating almonds. For fun. 
I'm going to the library and I'm listening to less pop music. 
I'm having conversations with friends over cocktails about graduation and weddings. 

And the once blooming bush in the front yard is dying after only a week and it is making me so sad that I try not to look at it when I walk up to the porch. 

Something weird is happening and I'm not sure what it is or if I like it. 
I don't know what this all means for you, and I don't quite know what it means for me either, but it deserves attention. 

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Rachel Antonoff



Really love this video by Lena Dunham for Rachel Antanoff's Fall 13 collection. So creative and so funny.

That is all the blogging my fingers can muster during a time as physically and mentally gelatinous as Spring Break.

Going back into my hole now.

Friday, March 15, 2013

Haiku #9


Spring Break
Packing up my skirts
I'm heading across the sky
The most home I'll know

Going home! Can't wait! Can't wait! Can't wait! Can't wait!

Thursday, March 14, 2013

IT'S OVER


Marathon finals.
It is finished.
Celebration.
With foods.
And drinks.
And dancing.
And probably some laughing.
And probably some more dancing.
8 quarters down.
4 quarters to go.
Terrifying.
Not thinking about that right now.
Right now is about celebration.
With foods.
And drinks.
And dancing.
And probably some laughing.
And probably some more dancing.

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

I've Turned a Corner

I've turned a corner. Or maybe, I've climbed the hill. And you know what happens after you climb a hill, right? YOU CARTWHEEL ALL THE FREAKING WAY BACK DOWN! As I'm sure you are aware, today is Tuesday which is only one day from Wednesday which means that Thursday comes after that and then I'm done I'm done I'm done! I'm at that magical stage that I love oh so much where projects quit being works in progress and start being done! Like forever. Like tag 'em up. Like box 'em out. Like ship 'em out! Can my joy be contained? No! I mean, I'm listening to a playlist called "Walking on Sunshine" ... this should explain everything. 

In case you want to get in on this action, press play. 

video

Saturday, March 9, 2013

A Wild Friday Night

Are you sick of all of these posts about finals? Because I definitely am. But the fact that this morning I put shaving cream in my hair instead of shampoo tells me that finals are still very alive and well. So I blog about finals. Not because I want to. But because I have to. (And also because besides how tired and scramble-y I feel, I can't think of one single thing even remotely noteworthy to discuss.) Fair warning: I am quite tired and have lost all clever pithiness when it comes to my writing. I hope this post isn't as painful to read as I feel that it's going to be. 

Anyway, I thought you might want to see a few pics from the comings and goings of a day in the life of a fashion student in finals mode. Just a few pics for the old scrapbook, if you will. 

Here Susie, Lindsay and I are partaking in the age old tradition of lunch. What a wonderful tradition it is. Susie recently discovered that one of my favorite places in Savannah, a cheese and wine shop called "Form" serves lunch. So we decided to give it a try. While everything on their menu sounded absolutely delicious, nothing sounded very good to me except for their famous cheesecake which I've wanted to try for almost two years now. And when I saw they had a few slices of their espresso Kahlua  flavored variety, I decided I'd go for it. Yolo. Cheesecake and a water bottle. Works for me. 

In case you ever wondered what I was referring to when I say "the building" or "Eckburg," this is it. Or, this is part of it. The whole fashion building is quite large, but this room is the only room on the third floor and where I typically work. It is huge and has really high ceilings and big windows. It's sort of funny being in there on nights like last night because everyone is really focused on their work and super tired so it's usually extremely quiet. When I first started taking my major classes at the building, I used to hate how quiet it was because I thought people were too shy or thought they were too cool to talk, but the further along I get in the program, the more I find myself getting annoyed with the younger students who don't understand the unspoken rule of respecting the quiet.* I am such an old lady. Also, people say this room is haunted. But I don't buy it. 

Here I am taking a break from working, eating Wendy's and catching up on Keelyn and Kaitlin's blog about their adventures in Ireland. (By the way, those geese sound terrible... do you think anyone would miss them if you guys maybe just... took care of the issue... if ya know what I mean?) At this point you're probably thinking, "Cheesecake for lunch, Wendy's for dinner?" I know. It's bad. And I have no defense for it. Besides the fact that it's finals and that it's Winter so I'm allowed to be a little of the softer side on the hip scale. ...but, I promise, I don't usually eat this bad... I don't know. Maybe I do. Why am I apologizing to you? I ATE A BURGER AND FRIES LAST NIGHT FOR DINNER AND I LOVED EVERY MINUTE OF IT. 


Well, I think that's it. I don't want to be finished writing this because that means that I have to face the day head on and get back to work, but it has really been lovely chatting with you. I can't wait for this week to be over so I can fly my little watusie back to sweet California. But until then, I'll wear a mumu and Uggs with a cup of hot tea and my hand and the promise of good grades in my heart. 

*Unless, of course, you're Susie or me who are more than allowed to yell at each other from across the room. Or make loud moans of despair when we realize we've sewn something in wrong. 

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Hump Day

Julia Patton, Wednesday, March 6, 2013: 10:24 AM. 

Completely drained of all motivation to continue on the losing battle of finals for the next week and a half.

Instead focusing on the possibilities of the expansion of my summer wardrobe through the Jelly to my Biscuit, Madewell.

Finding myself unschooled last summer in the extremities of a northeastern weather and it's noxious affects on one's armpit and upper lip regions, I am ready to face this summer with a catalog of sartorial choices more appropriate for the circumstance of life in a sweat lodge.








I may start a Kickstarter. 

Friday, March 1, 2013

Haiku #8

New York City
We have a rich past, 
You and I. Love, fear, growth, time. 
Let's start this again. 

An announcement: I will be, once again, spending this summer in New York City. Interning here and here. Barely scratching the surface, I am feeling... excited, nervous, anxious, curious and did I say excited already? To say that I will be writing more about this in the coming months would be the worlds grandest understatement. 

Largely Blessed


I'm wearing a pair of socks that belong to a friend while typing this. But I would argue that once one is allowed into the personal world of a friends sock drawer, they are more than friends and something closer to a sister. Largely responsible for the socks was last night. A night of homework. And round tables. And homemade rhubarb strawberry jam. And then homemade rhubarb strawberry jam in ramekins with brown sugar, oats and butter. Crisped in the oven until they were fully consumed with burned tongues. And some of the most important people in my life sitting and talking about everything. The stresses. And victories. Crushes on boys. Some we know and some we don't. The perfect summer shoe and our preferences when it comes to the size of mechanical pencil lead. It felt like home. And it felt like I was known-- a feeling only continued again this morning waking up to find a living room full of some of the most awesome, talented, smart, and realistic women I know all holding their routine mug of coffee and waking up this day together.
I'm excited for the future of these people. Both individually and as a team of support and understanding like nothing I've ever seen in my life before.