Residents of Non-Resplendent Island are Safe!

This morning I woke up and did my usual rounds on the computer, read my blogs, checked my facebook, checked my e-mail...wait-- why won't gmail let me log in? Why does it say that I don't have an account. Because I totally do. So after about 8 attempts of doing the same thing, I figured my username and password weren't working for a reason and maybe I should try something different (crazy idea, right?). So after a little bit of tech savvy, I eventually was let back into my account to find that I'd been hacked and something had sent a virus to everyone in my contacts (DO NOT OPEN ANYTHING I SENT YOU LAST NIGHT). After that debacle, I headed over to my blog to check if someone wanted to make my day with commenting on something and also to whip a little som'm som'm together for today. I was planning on finally tackling that monster of a post I've been talking about where I explain to you my inner most thoughts and what I'm thinking regarding my major. But, alas, when I got to my publishing site, because it's connected to my gmail, I found that it had been completely locked. And even though I tried the same approach as I'd used to crack my gmail, the same thing kept popping up "This Blog has Been Deleted" (Deleted really was in red, which I think is just extra mean). And this terrible feeling came over me. Close to the feeling when you realize you've lost your wallet, but more like the feeling when you realize that you've lost your favorite sweatshirt or picture or something with more memories attached to it.

And I hadn't realized until right then and there how much I cherish this blog. On top of using it to communicate with everyone I love, it's basically the closest thing I have to a journal. There is so much that I value about this space and as someone who has been characterized as over-talkative and controlling (I'm talking to you, Enneagram) I love that I can essentially say whatever I want here and you can either read it or not, but you can't blame me for being annoying! So great! Funny how I made this realization 2 days before little bloggie's 1st birthday. Timing.

Eventually, something worked and after answering about 20 security questions, it all went back to normal. Phew. I couldn't have been more thrilled to see the words "Non- Resplendent Island has Been Restored." For the first time, it made me think of Non-Resplendent Island as an actual place somewhere in the tropics with little inhabitants who make coconut shell postcards, palm tree reed hats and eat lots of pineapple. And all these little islanders depend on me to survive (Did I mention the Enneagram called me controlling?).

Guess you guys will just have to wait a couple more days to get my thoughts about my Major decision. Blogging 101: gotta keep em coming back.

Jack: You’ve been avoiding me, Lemon.

Liz: How do you do that without turning around?

Jack: To be perfectly honest, the first couple of people I did that to were not you, but…here we are.

True Story: Sometimes, 30 Rock makes me laugh so hard I pee my pants a little.

I Got to Ride my Bike Today!!!

It was a beautiful 65 degrees today-- the warmest its been since I've been here, so we rode our bikes to Zumba class. Zumba, by the way, was one of the most terrible, hilarious, embarassing, sweaty, dreadful and greatest things I've ever done. And, BONUS, after class, the weather was still so nice that we even got to ride all the way to Kroger for me to grab some granola bars. Success! Today was great.

My bike ride itch has been scratched...but only temporarily. It's like a mosquito bite-- now that I've itched it once, it's only going to start itching more.

Work

I'm finding that weekends are becoming my most productive times. With the business of the week, its hard to get myself to sit down and do all the little extra things on top of classes and homework a weekday, but the weekends are these beautiful gifts of time to just power through my ever-growing to-do lists. Yesterday, I crossed off about 5 things on my list (granted, I added about 8 more) but once you get in the mind frame of it being a productive day, it's easy to hunker down and get things done.

Claire, Frances and I rewarded ourselves with a delicious dinner at Leoci's. Because SCafe just really isn't an option (free laxatives, anyone?) we typically get most of our food from the always reliable sub shop or the slightly unpredictable local Kroger to stay budget friendly. But after my 8th turkey on wheat by Wednesday, it's hard to resist going out to eat something from like, oh I don't know, Chik fil A? Zunzi's? Bojangles (lovingly referred to as Boner-jangles by Claire)?Goose Feathers? Blowin' Smoke? So, in order to keep our wallets somewhat full, we made it a point this quarter to spend less money on dumb fast food and cheap meals that are only momentarily satisfying and instead treat ourselves to one nicer meal once a month. I'd been looking forward to going all week and I'd say that it went swimmingly. Not only was the food delicious, but it was fun to get to dress up for something for once.

And after a midnight dorm layout mix up (more on this later), we hit the hay. Hard. It's 10:30 and I just woke up, so although today is a bit slow starting, I know it will be as productive, if not more than yesterday.

I feel so refreshed with a new perspective on so much. The sun is shining. My desk is clean and there is so much I want to share with you all; I just want to do it in a way that really does all the news justice.

This post may be a little scattered, but then again, so I am I right now.

Have a great weekend everyone!!!! You'll be hearing from me very soon.

Couture Fashion Week

Right now it's Couture Fashion Week in Paris and I've been drooling over all of the beautiful pieces coming down the runway. One of my faves so far has to be Elie Saab. His gowns are just gorgeous and flowy and I want to wear one right now!

Mr. and Mrs. Perfect:

Alright, alright, you two. I know you are the most adorable couple ever. Obviously you get points right away for being named Adam and Eve. And then big thanks for making this video just to shove it in my face even more and letting me know that my wedding will never be as cool as yours. And that veil? Who else in the world could ever pull that off?

The Things I would Give for an In-n-Out Burger:

• my right index finger
• a lock or two of my hair
• Alyssa Burlingham's life
• sleep for 48 hours
• a letter grade in any one of my classes
• Claire's Jimi Hendrix poster
• internet access for a week
• deodorant for the rest of my life (but let's be honest, that really is only a bummer for everyone else)
• the price of one cheeseburger plus shipping and handling

What about you?

MOMOMOMOMOMOMOMOM

It's my momma's birthday todayyyyy!!!!!

The most amazing mom in the world, Linda Joyce Patton, was born on this blessed day... 39 years ago! I am so so so so so lucky to have such a great family and it goes without saying that about 65% of the reason my family is so great is my mom.

Mom- you are kind to everyone you meet, smart as a whip about so many different things, fun to be around in any situation, the best hugger I know and one all around dead sexy little lady! I have missed you so much this year and getting to spend time with you while I was home was the worlds greatest gift...speaking of gifts, yours is in the mail...and may be a few weeks late (hey-- I love you, but its not my fault that your birthday falls right in the middle of midterms!)

I am so bummed that I can't be in Napa with you and all your lady friends this week, but I am thinking of you all the time. Especially around dinner when I know you are out doing something fun and I'm here studying and eating grossness.

I LOVE YOU A LOT!

Rolling Right Along

What I wouldn't give to go on a nice, relaxing afternoon ride on my beloved bike one of these days. Unfortunately, its still about 10 degrees too cold. My little fingers would simply freeze on the handles like small flesh colored popsicles. And a cold Julia is not a happy Julia.

So, in order to preserve the loveliness of the thought of a ride through town, I'll wait until the weather is primed and I can wear something fun to go along with the mood like a polka dot dress or a bright pink shirt.

Spring will be here in no time.

Kelly Reemsten

Drawing is not my strong suit. Before last quarter, I'd never actually taken any formal drawing classes and as I found out very quickly, I was not much of a natural. I think to literally to make anything look artistic and am not enough of a perfectionist to make anything look good.

Last quarter my teacher, Professor Fougerousse (say that 5 times fast) was a scatter brained, socks and sandals wearing kind of guy who I didn't super click with. This quarter, I can already tell I like Professor Phillips (and not just because his last name is easier to say). He's a big nerd who specializes in Sequential Art (think comic books) and has a much happier, dare I say infectious personality. He's also much more lenient when it comes to "expressing your own style as an artist" which means that I can really go with a more stylized look of something as apposed to worrying about all the technical stuff. Jujie likey.

As part of our homework, Professor Phillips wants us to research artists who incorporate any type of illustration or drawing techniques in their work to share with the class on a weekly basis. He further challenged us to get work specific to our majors. Today, I stumbled upon a painter named Kelly Reemsten. Recently, she came out with a collection of fashion paintings called "It's My Party." I loved the humor in her paintings while still being deceitfully technical.

Through this assignment, I was surprised to find out how many great artists are out there that no one's ever heard of before. I mean, obviously there are... people like me go to school for this crap every day and eventually they graduate and have to have a go at making their passions into careers.

I guess this begs the eternally frightening question: Where do all the art students go?

The hatchet one is my favorite.
(PS- I'm doing better than last week. Embarrassingly long explanation post coming up soon.)

College Dinner

entree: rice cakes with soy sauce.

dessert: microwaved marshmallow with an m&m center.

that is all.

Don't mind me and my trench-coat.

I love these old Urban Outfitters ads from 1987.

I read the other day that at the same time these ads were published, there were only 2 Urban Outfitter retail stores in the world and now there are 10 UO's, 4 Anthropologies, 4 Free Peoples and a new store, Leifsdottir (opening later this year) just in New York City alone!

It's funny how everything comes back around. When I first saw these ads, I first thought that they were the current Urban ads. I would not be surprised to see any of these pieces in stores right now-- white sweater set and all.

lots and lots of work to do.

art history flashcards.

finish graphite piece.

finish pen and ink piece.

start writing art history paper.

work on color theory project.

first things first: shower. cereal.

go.

Oh, and also...

Hey, guys-- remember that one time I was devastatingly torn between two really hard decision!?

haha.

That was a joke.

Because it just hit me how much of a pattern this is for me.

Examples (Chronologically):

1. NHHS vs. OCMC
2. Going to New York for the summer vs. Not going to New York for the summer
3. Art School vs. Traditional College
4. New York vs. Savannah
5. Fashion vs. Fibers
6. Buying my new favorite coat vs. Saving money

And in every one of these situations, God provided. Who would have thunk that the creator of the universe has a plan for little old me? Oh, Julia. You are such a goon.

Matthew 6:26

Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?

CHOICES.CHOICES.CHOICES.

I apologize in advance for the monstrosity that is this post. Whoever does read this (if anyone), thank you. It means a lot that someone is willing to read my blabber. Please comment with input. I value your opinions more than you know.

Me oh my. Ok, people. Majorly exciting/scary/confusing things going on in my life right now.

So, remember when I posted this little diddy about declaring my major? Well, I never thought I'd be one of those kids, but it seems that things may, in fact, be changing.

Let's back up a little bit to get the full story:

It all started last Friday when I went to the first official Fashion Design meeting. The purpose of the meeting was to introduce the new chairman of the department and to talk about the upcoming events. I had been looking forward to the meeting all week and couldn't wait to be amongst the other fashion students and get the ball rolling on my time in the Eckburg building. When I walked into the huge room where the meeting was taking place, an overwhelming feeling of being overwhelmed overwhelmed me. Everyone in the room was so put together and intimidating and, me, little miss freshman over in the corner wanted to just about jump out of her skin. My eyes were darting all over the room the whole meeting and slowly adding up in my head all the reasons why I shouldn't be there. I walked out of the meeting like a zombie and for the rest of the day (the rest of the weekend really) I was reeling from self-doubt completely convinced that fashion is totally a pipe dream and NOT where I'm supposed to be. What do I have to offer? There is no way that I'll actually be able to do what I really want to do in fashion. My goals are impractical. Blah blah blah.

Still completely consumed in this storm of emotion, the last few days have been very introspective. Moody Jujie came to Savannah for a very unwelcome visit.

And as if I needed anything else to conjure up self-doubt, we all decided to take the Enneagram test on Saturday and, completely forgetting about the last time I took this test and how much I hated the (completely accurate) results, I was torn up by the negative parts of my apparently "challenging" personality. Enneagram, how dare you tell me that I'm domineering, intimidating and take pleasure out of controlling people! You don't know me! I'm an 8 by the way....The Challenger...hate that. And for those of you who know what the Enneagram is and are arguing that there are positive and negative parts to each personality, let me ask you this: Would you rather be labeled as something like "The Enthusiast," "The Loyalist," "The Helper," OR "THE CHALLENGER!!! RAAAWWRRRRR!!!!!" See what I mean?

Anyway, back to the subject:

So on Monday, I decided to leave the Pity Party and check out of Hopeless Hotel before overstaying my welcome. I was fairly productive all day (nothing to write home about) but at night we decided to go to kickboxing (absolutely loved it) and then check out the Fibers major club meeting. It's no secret if you've read this blog at all for the last 5 months that I'm becoming more and more obsessed with knitting and crocheting. And the fact that my favorite gift this Christmas was a gift card to a yarn store should tell you something. And although I'm not involved with fibers right now, Claire is a fibers major, I had a class in the Fibers building last quarter and Spencer, Frances and me are all becoming increasingly interested in what that area has to offer.

We went straight from the gym to avoid getting there late and in turn, getting there about 30 minutes early. While we were waiting in the halls in awe of the beautiful felt installations and weaving that was displayed throughout the building, a woman stopped and asked us if we needed any help. We told her we were there for the meeting and she introduced herself to us as Kaioa (think Iowa) and she told us she was the chairman of the department. Once we told her we were all baby freshman still figuring out what we wanted to do, she asked if we had any questions and let us pick her brain until the meeting started. So, so helpful. Walking into the room, I already felt so welcome. There were about 20 people there all coming up to us and introducing themselves with big, friendly smiles (something surprisingly rare at SCAD). Turns out, last night was a yarn swap where everyone brings in extra yarn or fabric they have lying around and you can take whatever you want-- and they let us take as much as we wanted even though we didn't bring anything! Take that awesome grey skein of yarn? Don't mind if I do. The rest of the yarn goes to a program one of the girls started at the local YMCA called "Loop it Up" where they teach kids how to craft, knit, crochet or whatever they want to learn. So cool. Through the meeting, I listened in on tons of conversations about all the cool things people are doing with fibers right now. Everything from working for Target designing their home good and children's clothes to people working on farms harvesting alpaca wool.

I was also able to talk to this girl who is a Fibers major and Fashion minor and she had some great advice and insight. It was very helpful to hear from someone who had been in a similar position as me now. Also! Did I mention the whole thing also was a potluck!? Food and Fibers! What's not to love!?

All this to say that by the end of the night, there were some major planning explosions going off in my head. A decision that I thought I had finally settled on is being tossed around in my head right now and I'm back at a place I hate. A place of not knowing what to do.

So here are the facts as of right now:

• I love fashion.
• I love fibers.
• I want both of them to be in some way apart of my life.

The major decision now is to sit down and figure out what I want my ultimate career goal to be and then decide which of those will get me there easier. Easier said than done.

Oh! And then there's writing! Which is still so intriguing to me and becoming more and more of a passion of mine. Ughhh...

I guess this all boils down to the fact that there is so much I want to learn for the first time in my life and the path I take is completely up to me. This is terrible and great at the same time. So I guess this is a good thing?

I Spy

Can you spy with your little eye where Julia lost any and all interest while taking notes in Art History today? (click on the picture to enlarge)

Vintage Hermes

Currently obsessed with this website and this vintage Hermes bangle in particular. Now, if only I had an extra $325 bucks laying around...

Golden Globes Fashion

Ladies and Gentlemen, it's the beginning of awards season and this little blogger couldn't be happier. As I told Claire last night, the only thing that trumps watching Red Carpet coverage is food and that is exactly the reason why I missed half of the pre-show, but come on people, who in the world would pass up Moe's burritos when given the opportunity? No one.

There were a ton of dresses to pick from last night, but these are my absolute faves. As the night went on, it was apparent that there were certain trends. Lots of black dresses, lots of nudes/pale tones, lots of emerald greens, and lots and lots of glitter. So in no particular order, here are my top picks.

Starting off with Anne Hathaway in Armani Privé. I loved this look on her. Not only was the dress extremely flattering on her, but they styled her right with little jewelry and simple hair. It really let this beautiful dress shine. Not pictured is also the amazing plunging back on this dress.

I love me some Lea Michele. And Lea Michele loves her some Oscar de la Renta. This is the third award show that she's gone with one of his beautiful designs and I think this is my favorite yet. The color really shows off her bubbly persona and the cut of the dress is fun and young while still being dressy enough for an Awards show.

Shock and dismay! Alert the press! Angelina Jolie isn't wearing black!!! I really don't like Angelina Jolie, but I have to give major props to this Atelier Versace dress. The color is so beautiful on it's own (and was very popular last night), but is amazing on her too. Also, I love how blatantly 80's this is. Hey, Angelina- The wardrobe stylist from Dynasty called and they need that dress back by Monday.

Ok. Be still my soul. Olivia Wilde was such a show stopper in Marchesa. When done right, I'm always a fan of the traditional ball gown and this was no exception. Maybe because it's just so beautiful and maybe because I look at it and know how time consuming and meticulously put together this dress is. Working with toulle is one of the most complicated things to do and then throwing hundreds of hand beaded rhinestones on top of it?! Bravo, Marchesa. Bravo.

LOVED this Calvin Klein dress on Emma stone. In photographs, she does look a bit too orange and she may wanted to have consider toning it down on the spray tan, but I loved the simplicity of this dress and, again, the styling that went with it. Her hair and accessories completed a look that say young and fresh which is exactly what she should be doing with her style right now.

(Honorable mention to Claire Danes who also happened to kill it this year in Calvin Klein.)

My worst dressed list: Julianne Moore in Lanvin, J. Lo and her ridiculous cape in Zuhair Murad and Scarlett Johansson's bride of Frankenstein hair.

Let's play pretend.

Let's pretend that I'm getting married to the man of my dreams soon!!!

(just go with it)

In this alternate universe I would seriously be considering wearing this Carolina Herrera veil... and even if I don't end up wearing it, I'd probably still buy it just so I could stare at it all day long. I love the way she looks like she has just been ever so slightly dipped into a shining pool of gold.

Such a G

Just found this little gem in my trash on my computer today. Don't know who in the world or for what reason would throw this away. However, it is no longer in the trash and is now making me smile on my desktop.

We can laugh about it now.

You know those times where the thought "I wonder if I'm going to die tonight" crosses your mind? Well, last night was one of those nights. And, before everyone freaks out in fear for my safety, just remember that I'm safe now! I'm alive! It all worked out. So, with that being said, here's how it all went down: A night to remember.

Let's start with some history. Spencer has a boyfriend. His name is Andrew. He's in a band. The band's called Hundredth. You probably wouldn't like them.

So, Hundredth is starting a new leg of their tour and it stared last night in Columbia, SC which just so happens to be about two and half hours away. And because Thursday is actually our Friday here in Savannah (because we have no classes on Friday) we all decided it was high time for the first Winter quarter ROAD TRIP!!!

We headed out for Columbia in the afternoon after all our classes were done (like responsible jr. adults).

Just Look at our faces. So innocent. So unsuspecting. So unprepared for the road.

Like I said, the main reason we went to Columbia was for Chipot-- Hundredth. We went for Hundredth. But wait-- is that a burrito bowl I smell? Hold on! I had no idea there was a Chipotle here! Nope...no idea whatsoever. Carnitas with extra corn salsa? Don't mind if I do. So we made like a burrito and were stuffed right before heading to the show.

We had been warned about this concert. The crowd, the venue, the music had all been extensively explained by Spencer and Andrew for quite a while. These were the people in high school who I was afraid to make eye contact with, the people who's pitbulls would scare me half to death when I'd find myself a little bit too far into East Side Costa Mesa, the people who light stuff on fire...because they freaking can.

We walked in and promptly got our hands stamped and then headed to the back because "We're with the band." I felt pretty cool. And even though we stuck out like a sore thumb with my J. Crew blouse and knit scarves, I felt as though the facade of these intensely intimidated underground fans quickly disappeared when I saw some of them nearly crying while screaming the words of the songs. Fools.

After the show, we headed next door to the most lovely little coffee shop. (Wondering when things get bad? Just wait.) I enjoyed a delicious cup of vanilla tea with honey as we chatted and observed the amazingly tacky art for sale on the walls. Can you believe they wanted to charge 80 bucks for that crappy little vase on the shelf? Come on, now.

So we hung out at the coffee shop for quite a while. Still in good moods. And as we headed out to the car, we even had the arrogance to take our time and stage a mini little alley photo shoot. And this is when things started to turn for the worst.

"Taking silly pictures for 15 minutes? Sure! We've got time!" And when it was done,"...Alright, that was fun. Let's head over to the car..."

"...Wait...Where is the car? That 'No Parking' sign in front of the other parking spot definitely didn't include our car, did it?! Oh. Yes. Yes it did." And after we realized that the car had in fact been towed at 10:30 at night, it was time to step into High Gear Responsible Adult Mode....or maybe Poor Art Student Begging Mode. First Spencer tried her hand at him and then Andrew talked to the tow truck man on the phone for nearly 40 minutes and thoroughly explained to him that the sign was NOT in front of our car, but nothing seemed to sway this man.

We even talked to a cop who was patrolling the area and even though he stood directly in front of the parking spot and agreed that the sign did not apply to that space, there was just simply "Nothing he could do about it." Seriously?

At 11:30 and 24 degrees out, we drove in the band's bus to the lot to pick up Spencer's car. Despite our valiant efforts to persuade this grumpy old man in any way possible (we may or may not have taken off our scarves sway him with a little feminine intervention) it was clear that Spencer would have to just shell out the $125 dollar fee to be on our way. Rough.

So, then it was goodbye Andrew, goodbye band and at around midnight, we filled up with gas and hit the road.

Then things got worse. Not twenty minutes into the drive the most peculiar light comes on the dashboard. Low tire pressure. Cool. Good thing Spencer carries a tire pressure gauge in her purse. But, after 4 gas stations, we finally found one with a working air pump to boost the tires up. Geesh.

This was about the time when I started to wonder if I ever would make it back to Savannah. What else in the world could go wrong tonight? I started to come to terms with the fact that our fun little day trip to Columbia might soon be the newest headline on 20/20 the next Friday. "Four young, vivaciously innocent college girls head out to concert only to be massacred by the road. No alcohol was involved. Just a crabby old tow truck man and faulty Jeep led to their demise." Sad but true. So in order to feel less out of control of the situation at hand, I decided to take the wheel. And one by one as all my wing-ladies slowly fell asleep in the car, it was clear that for the rest of the road to Savannah it was just going to be me, the radio and our trusty Tom Tom. And away we rode.

Eventually clocking into Savannah at 2:46 and 20 degrees, I've never been so glad to see Turner. As we got out of the car and headed to our rooms, replaying the nights ridiculous events, we all couldn't help but laugh at the complete batty-ness that had ensued. Call it slap happiness, call it the giggles, call it the intense cold paralyzing my basic motor skills, call it whatever you want-- all I know is that I could barely walk I was laughing so hard.

And as harried as some moments got, I would repeat it in a heartbeat.

What else is college for than regretful decisions that end in legendary memories?

Stress Eating Rocks

Just came back from my major meeting at the Fashion building. Intimidated to the max.
Only thing to sedate the extreme stress planning going on in my head right now is Gallery Espresso. Vanilla latte and the world's best brownie.

By the Way

You guys have been killing it lately with the comments. Makes blogging sooo much more fun.

Keep it up.

Thing I absolutely 100% NEED.

Warmer Socks. My poor little piggies can't make it to market because they are FROZEN.

Verizon iPhone. Do you know how long I've waited for this?! Like....a long time. Now I can finally be as cool as all my cool friends. AND I can play Angry Birds all day erryday.

The great thing is, is that you can buy me either-- or both!

Reminder:

231 West Boundary St.

Box 667

Savannah, GA

31401

Lover Boo

It's been a slow few days here in room 154. With the quarter just getting rolling and the weather being so frightfully cold much time is being spent with my knitting needles and on the old interwebs. Something that has been keeping my entertained for a few minutes every day is this blog called TO MY WIFE.

This man (get ready to 'awwww') is writing a blog for his future wife who HE HASN'T EVEN MET YET! I don't think it's going to be up for long, though, because pretty soon this bachelor is going to be snatched up.
For various reasons, this week has been full of Julia interacting with couples. And the final word is that love (or something like it) is a funny thing.


I just want a Jim Halpert to call my own.

HAPPY HUMP DAY, LOVIES!

What storm?

So, for my whole life I've been hearing for years about these mystical, magical days where weather stops students from going to school. Some great, big cold front comes in and poof! No more math test. And living in California, never in my wildest dreams did I expect us to get a heap of snow that would jam up Redhill Ave. and keep me from getting to classes safely. Everyday I'd go to sleep praying that icicles would form so big that it would be a hazard to walk underneath them and I'd be able to stay in my bed all day with a bowl of something warm and know that I shouldn't feel guilty about not being in school because this is God's plan. Because God controls the weather. Duh. But, with that great feeling of wanting, I also had an equal, if not stronger, feeling of fear. I wondered who are these Titan's of weather, these sinfully strong students, these Cold weather pioneers who can handle such an extreme lifestyle that the whole city shuts down and they are still able to live their lives? As much as I wanted to be them, I didn't think that I would ever be as mighty and courageous to withstand such a testing experience.

Alas, we Californians never got the call. No monsoons or blizzards could keep my schools down.

So, you'll imagine my surprise when I got the word last night that due to the weather, all 8 o'clock classes are cancelled. (Before you jump ahead and google 'Savannah weather' in fear for my immediate safety, just wait).
So, here it was! The day I'd been waiting for! Where I, a wimpy Southern Californian could brave the cold with fearlessness and walk among those greater than I. With the excitement came a sort of fear that I wouldn't be up to snuff and the dangers of the cold would get to me and I'd freeze mid stride like a Narnian White Witch-esque statue.

But the fear could not stop me.

Well slept, due to the cancellation of my 8 o'clock Color Theory class, I dawned my parka and scarf to head out into the unknown of weather.

I open the door. I feel the rush of chill down my spine. Then, nothing.

Ok. It's cold out, but seriously? No wind. No rain. No sleet. No snow. And not even the Weather family's red headed step child, Hail, showed up for the big show.

So, here I am in Art History looking out the window wondering what all the fuss was about.

Yeah. It's cold. But even my warm blooded Californian fingertips aren't chilled.
Come on now, Savannah. Man up.

I'm Really Enjoying Winter.

Today, it was 35 degrees. Tomorrow it's supposed to hail. But after seeing Jonathon Saunder's spring line, I can't wait for warmer weather so I can break out poppy prints and breezy dresses. For now though, I'm going to zip up my parka, pull up my boots and brave the breathtaking feeling of opening my door and conquering the electrocution of bone chilling winds.

Holiday Hangover

Today it hit me that there are basically no good holidays for like years from now! Ok, that was an exaggeration, but it's kind of true.

After all the hub-bub of the season, I feel cut off from all of the red and green, all of the paper snowflakes, all of the cheery music and all the hype.

Nothing good really comes out of January. February has Valentines day... don't get me started. March has St. Patricks day, which apparently is a huge deal in Savannah. But a beer-less St. Patty's begs the question: What's the point? I always get pinched.

Why am I such a party pooper?

The Ice is Starting to Melt

So, it's been a while since I've posted something about my not so secret obsession with Iceland. But just because I haven't said anything doesn't mean that I'm any less in love. Recently, I saw these beautiful pictures on this blog and my love affair has once again blossomed. These are a few of my favorite images, but all of them are so gorgeous it's really impossible to really call them favorites.

When, O, when will I be able to see this magical place in person?!