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breathe out

November 20, 2012

sunday morning prior to the rooster’s cock-a-doodle, the hunkiest and i were riding shotgun down the 101 highway for our annual thanksgiving trek up north.

my favorite vacation ever, a tradition that goes back to my years in the single digits, our thanksgiving trip to pebble beach is like no other experience for me.

one part nostalgia: my safest, happiest, hands up in the air, twirling without a care in the world, usually with my dad filming, childhood memories all seem to swerve back to “pebble”.

two parts visual magnificence: asia, europe, the tropical paradises of the world, none of them hold a candle, in my opinion to the beauty of this grand coast line. my keg of god replenished on these visits; even on the years when i’m indifferent on the whole existence of that grander good.

even the seven hour drive is a treat. the roads were hudson river school inspired. a mixture of stormy grey thunder clouds, doused with wicked cerulean skies, and an indecisive, coy sun that, at times, made the hills come alive with hues of lime and green apple.

the holiday season officially commenced with my first grande bold of the year in a big, red cup!

with coffee in hand, we jingle bell’d our way down the highway.

our tenor and soprano sang back up on the fa-la-lahs, and did a brutal “away in the manger.”

during the concert intermission we supplemented the silence with more coffee and books on c.d. 

ken follet’s fall of the giants is a highly entertaining, historical fiction novel spanning early 20th century europe and north america as the world’s super powers come to battle in the first world war. 

while not the most cerebral of novels, camus it’s not, it’s the perfect book to listen to on a drive. i’m digging the elements from high school history that i forgot, and the fun, soap opera-like bits of intrigue and romance hook you in, both men and women. 

due to the caffeine stops, canine breaks, and overall dawdling attitude of our drive there was no record time made. but we did make it to property before our daily sunset walk.

let the exhalation begin. 

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Venerating Valentino

October 8, 2009

Where do I begin!??! I’ve never been so excited for Spring in my life. Oh Valentino, you give me the vapors (hand to forehead, dramatically falling back into my sofa.) Maria Grazia Chiuri and Pier Paolo Piccioli have created a magical amassment of satin, organza, lace, and ruffles; all celestial candy colored coaxing me into silly grins and shrieks of glee. I would give anything to twirl round and round in those giant, buoyant bows and flouncy, teeny skirts. And the satin, short shorts couldn’t look more chic paired up against the billowy, tulle strapless ruffles. It was so hard to narrow my favorites down for this post. I could get married in each one of these looks…….hmmm? How tacky is renewing one’s vows at the 18 month mark?

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Can you just look at the party on her feet?

Can you just look at the party on her feet?

Love the banding at the bottom.

Love the banding at the bottom.

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Seriously, does it get hotter than this?

Seriously, does it get hotter than this?

Shorts!!!!

Shorts!!!!

Even the black looks dainty and angelic.

Even the black looks dainty and angelic.

again, are you getting a load of the feet dessert?

again, are you getting a load of the feet dessert?

My absolute favorite.

My absolute favorite.

* all images courtesy of coutorture.com

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