tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22601641644235441432024-02-18T19:00:25.845-08:00Perfectly QuirkyThe fashion, design, and everyday life musings of a Los Angeles native who dyes her hair black rather than blonde (yet who loves all things sparkly, fuchsia, and kitty-related)Peacockheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15789975445900462360noreply@blogger.comBlogger132125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260164164423544143.post-17019790670824886202013-01-04T21:33:00.000-08:002013-01-04T21:33:02.849-08:00Secret Single BehaviorI've lived with my boyfriend for the past three years, and love spending time with him very much, but I'd be lying if I said I don't occasionally enjoy the fact that he works evenings so that I can be alone and partake in what I learned from Sex and the City is my "secret single behavior." Those things that aren't exactly embarrassingly unusual or bad, but which are for whatever reason so much more pleasurable when done alone: marathoning tv shows all night long while eating peppermint Joe Joes, putting on crazy outfits or makeup, listening to bad music, fingering through old photo albums or letters, etc. I'm even so weird as to have a large collection of movies that I only ever want to watch alone, for those cathartic crying sessions. Haha.<br />
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As an undeniable loner, it can be a challenge losing your independence at home and these moments are important for maintaining some shred of sense of self, at least for me. Doing things that make you happy purely for yourself and without having to "worry" about anyone else's wants or needs is so liberating when it's become a rarity. So break out the cans of Sofia wine, put on your largest and ugliest pjs, and OnDemand a whole two seasons of Game of Thrones in a row before you realize it's 4a.m. and you actually have shit to do tomorrow.Peacockheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15789975445900462360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260164164423544143.post-75971346747427564242013-01-03T00:33:00.003-08:002013-01-03T00:33:59.076-08:00Turkish DetailsComing home from Turkey was really hard for me ( I know, cue the world's tiniest violin). Probably the worst denouement I've ever had post-travel other than when I moved back from London. I was coming home to a dead car-when my job requires driving about 50 miles a day-and the immense stress that has caused, bills to pay, an apartment that featured the smell of cat pee-one of them decided to suddenly use our towels instead of the litter box, and all those other "real life" things that make you go on vacation in the first place. It was especially tough because I really fell in love with the country, the history, the beauty, and the details. To help me relive the adventure, here are some of my favorite slices of what we saw.<br />
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Door to the Blue Mosque entrance.</div>
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Detail of the famous Iznik tiles in the Blue Mosque. Incidentally, did you know Iznik is where the Nicene creed was agreed upon? Crazy amounts of history.<br />
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Windows outside the Hagia Sofia complex.<br />
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Hagia Sofia. Look at the way they lined up the tiles of marble.<br />
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Mosaic circa 500 that still features the original gold, silver, ruby, and emerald tiles.<br />
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Can you spot the hidden kitty? Appropriate, given just how many cats live there...<br />
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Fountain outside the Topkapi Palace, where the Ottoman sultans used to live.<br />
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Loved how every column had a different marble design.<br />
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The Dardanelles and view of Gallipoli.<br />
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Water and sewer pipes more than 2000 years old at Ephesus. Too bad the lead they used made people crazy.<br />
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Super sweet kitty at the amphitheater.<br />
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Remnants of a church built for St. John the apostle, who spread the word in Turkey (and rumor has it brought the Virgin Mary there too).<br />
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Taking a dip in the hot springs of Pammukale.<br />
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Thermal pools of Pamukkale.<br />
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Lion details on a sarcophagus in Heiropolis's necropolis.<br />
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Blue tiled minaret at Mevlana's (poet Rumi's) mausoleum.<br />
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The entrance walls to a caravansarai built in 1229, where travelers and traders on the silk road took refuge at night.<br />
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Makin' carpets.<br />
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Ready for take off, Cappadocia.<br />
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The view from 5000 feet up.<br />
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Evil eye tree, Cappadocia.<br />
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Ladder carved into the volcanic ash cave dwellings dating back to 2000 B.C.<br />
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Fairy chimneys, Cappadocia.<br />
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Mosaic meant to mimic turkish carpet patterns at the mausoleum of Kemal Ataturk, Ankara.<br />
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Man's first writing-cuneiform-letters and envelopes in Ankara.<br />
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Boat ride on the Bosphorus river.<br />
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Property on the Bosphorus is as pricey as anything in Manhattan or Malibu (and sometimes more).<br />
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Turkish tea. Can you see the steam?<br />
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Spices, including rare saffron and the most delicious red pepper flake mix, at the Spice Market.Peacockheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15789975445900462360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260164164423544143.post-18733536155069473612012-08-02T20:12:00.001-07:002012-08-02T20:12:41.869-07:00It Was Just A Paper Bag...<object height="315" style="clear: right; float: right;" width="420"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BK30r_SIZ-g?version=3&hl=en_US"></param>
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And yeah, I may have nearly shed a tear or two when she started singing "Paper Bag." As a total nerd with extreme bouts of self-loathing and insecurity, it was totally my constantly repeating on the iPod self-defeating anthem that stated more beautifully than I could express all of my feelings at the time-how I would never find anyone who would love me with all my inner craziness and fun thoughts like that. What can I say-I used to really like wallowing in my unhappiness. Of course, now I know that we're all crazy and it's just about finding someone whose weirdness and quirks can tolerate and love your own. Still, even if the words of the song don't match how I feel anymore, remembering how much they meant to me then was moving enough and made me quite happy not to feel that way anymore.Peacockheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15789975445900462360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260164164423544143.post-67301068957722273892012-07-31T16:00:00.000-07:002012-07-31T16:00:42.572-07:00Learning to Love SummerI have a confession to make: I hate summer. Now before you pelt things at your screen aimed at my head, I get it-there are tons of wonderful things about summertime and I have many great memories of going to the beach, eating a bowl of ripe strawberries after dinner, BBQs that involved staying in the pool so long my whole hands were wrinkly, and the like. But ultimately, I crave cloudy days, tights, getting to throw on a pair of boots, and the magic of winter and fall holidays. Sorry.<br />
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Still, rather than pout for the next (sweaty, heat stroke-inducing) two months, I am determined to focus on those things about summer that are good, and forget for now about all the things I would rather be doing and wearing. A few of my favorite upsides:<br />
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I have FINALLY gotten a job offer in my field. I was seriously starting to think I would literally never get hired. The gig involves a level of discretion that requires I undergo a background check so extensive that it may take 2-4 months to be completed and for me to be given my start date but the bottom line is that I can see the light at the end of this broke-ass tunnel lined in low self-confidence and debt.<br />
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So knowing me I've already bought myself like 5 "congratulations" gifts, including the only necklace I'll ever need (post to come when it arrives Monday), classes to SPX Pilates at Pilates Plus Silverlake (which I start bright and early at 7am on Monday-I'm so serious about this getting into shape crap that I've started the Paleo Diet and straight up cut out sugar since I've become legitimately addicted to the point of -eek- consuming baked goods almost daily at one point), and a pair of summer sandals that contain silver foil polka dots and are sure to be ruined by the end of the season. Whatever. I'll be able to pay off my credit cards within a couple of months on the new salary, save up to help Mark and I get out of our tiny apartment with its filthy carpet (never again, my friends-forget cold feet and just invest in some good slippers and rugs), and finally be able to afford the kinds of things like regular hair cuts, bikini waxes, and good facial masks that keep people unlike me looking put together and sophisticated. Not going to lie-I will trade all of today's problems for the problems that come along with having a real job. A real job where I get to pee when I want to without asking permission and get a paycheck for that covers more than a tank of gas.<br />
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Oops, way past due for posting. See, I am currently mega broke, and that makes blogging slightly more...depressing. I can't window shop for cool goods because I never make it out without placing five things in my virtual cart and keeping the tab open for so long that I break and stick a purchase on my credit card. And as an eternal dieter, I can't go gaga posting about all the delicious naughty treats I want to stuff my face with. At least not with any regularity. I mean, I have been craving an almond croissant from Proof Bakery for upwards of a week now but I'm not budging until my pants are as loose as your mother (sorry, sometimes my humor is awkward and crass). And that would make for a drool-worthy blog post because everyone knows the almond croissant is the best weekday breakfast treat ever. I sort of hate those blogs that just regurgitate fashion images with no original content so while my life is pretty boring, I just don't have much "coolness" to put out there.<br />
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So instead, you're reading about all the ways in life I fail. Sorry, I'm not loving it much either. But if you want me to be more entertaining, just find someone to give me a normal-paying gig! Actually, please do. Then I can blog about buying fun exercise classes at the <a href="http://www.heartbeathouse.net/" target="_blank">Heartbeat House</a>, which will help me burn enough calories to justify running across the street for that frickin' croissant.Peacockheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15789975445900462360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260164164423544143.post-19792482190000828342012-05-15T18:53:00.000-07:002012-05-15T18:53:26.480-07:00Happy Trails<br />
Vegas was actually not horrible. I mean, granted, I spent nearly all of my time in the hotel, but what do you want from me!? Honestly, I was just happy to catch up on some sleep. But I also did the two things I wanted to do: have a drink at the Peppermill and grab some gigantor macarons from Bouchon Bakery. I don't know why I forgot that we have a Bouchon now in Beverly Hills...okay, probably because it's in Beverly Hills and I feel inferior and dirty just driving on Santa Monica Blvd. west of San Vicente. But anyway, it gave me something to look forward to, so in the end it was fine. The macarons were delicious but the only one that really stuck out in terms of strength of flavor was the coffee, which was amazing. If I had them again I'd just get a couple of those and bypass the rest. We stayed at the Aria, which I'm no fan of and I had no phone service the entire time I was in the hotel-which you already know was a lot of the time-so when I got to the airport Saturday I was deep into app withdrawal and sort of went crazy making mediocre Pic Stitch collages. That I will now subject you to look at.<br />
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I used to feel guilty and inferior for not having it all together. Then I realized you only get it all together in time to die or become too decrepit to move your body. Nobody my age has a clue what they are doing, and if they do, they are probably extremely boring while doing their version of the elusive<i> it</i>. So here's to making mistakes and having as much fun as possible along the way!<br />
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Speaking of mistakes, I'm going to Las Vegas at the end of the week. The reason is a good one-my cuz is graduating law school, but Vegas, man do I hate that town. Still, I've decided that I will completely avoid everything about it I hate (compulsive gambling, fake tits, chain stores everywhere, and public vomiting) by consuming my time at the few places I love: the Peppermill diner with it's fake pink foliage covering the ceilings and pitch-black lounge illuminated by a fire pit (okay, not exactly safe but my current lack of funds will preclude getting to the point where I stumble into the flames) and giant macarons from Bouchon Bakery.Peacockheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15789975445900462360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260164164423544143.post-55371103004860806592012-04-27T15:36:00.002-07:002012-04-28T00:09:39.487-07:00"If You're Truly Wild At Heart......you'll fight for your dreams." <i>Wild At Heart</i>, which is all sorts of crazy goodness, happened to be on HBO the other night and I caught it just in time to hear those words uttered by Sailor's good witch/fairy godmother/hallucination. And it's a good thing I did. Finishing up my coursework and now being simply unemployed rather than a graduate student seeking employment has been a really hard adjustment. The wealth of Gang of Four music playing around here probably hasn't been terribly helpful for my mood either...But that's okay.<br />
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A graduation card my mom gave me offered a lot of perspective-she wrote that a lot of people are so consumed with career or their own woes that they don't really enjoy life, and that I'm lucky to at least be in a position to have a lot of amazing experiences and wonderful opportunities outside the career realm. I mean, yeah I want to get the show on the road in terms of working in a special collections library already, but in the meantime I go out and explore this fabulous city, have the support of an amazing boyfriend, and haven't put my life on hold. So yes, I am going to fight for my dreams rather than sit in a pool of my own tears wallowing in the salty-sad mess.<br />
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So as for that next adventure, Australia proved to be too expensive right now, probably down to the overblown fuel costs. So we opted for Turkey! My pops went on a ridiculous trip a couple years ago, and it put the seed in my mind looking at all of his beautiful pictures. We'll be there for 12 days, seeing everything from the ancient ruins at Ephesus and Troy, exploring modern Istanbul, hanging out in hot springs cliffs in Pamukkale, and tons of other amazing places. I'm actually more excited about this trip. We leave at the end of November and I cannot wait. Let's hope by then it's a welcome break from work, but even if it isn't, it's a frickin' vacation and another amazing country to scratch off my <a href="http://www.uncommongoods.com/product/scratch-map">map</a>.<br />
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<i>Our hotel, which was a lot of fun, but damn did they nickel and dime for every little thing. It got to be a bummer.</i><br />
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<i>The Amigo Bar, where yeah, we spent more than a little time.</i><br />
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<i>Roof paintings at the Amigo.</i><br />
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<i>Ace Hotel lobby. A rope and macrame fan's dream hotel.</i><br />
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<i>Mister Parker's. Tasty food and awesome, fun decor.</i></div>
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<i>Indeed. Desert getaway doesn't come cheap. Guess that's why it's a once a year deal. Sigh.</i>Peacockheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15789975445900462360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260164164423544143.post-13481469014845802992012-04-07T12:22:00.001-07:002012-04-07T12:22:28.278-07:00Winter Is ComingWell, if you live in the southern hemisphere it is, anyway. I like so many others have been watching <i>Game of Thrones </i>despite the fact that I don't need to see naked breasts every thirty seconds to get wrapped up in a series. I have to say that while the King's Landing outfits are too gauzy and gaudily ornate for my tastes, I really love the utilitarian yet exceptionally detailed vibe the costuming department has developed for the Northerners' outfits and decor. The quilted leathers, the pelts of fur lining coat lapels, the patchwork of skins that make up little crippled Bran's duvet. Now I'm not one who thinks killing a fox exclusively for fashion is acceptable, but I can't say I don't think like the Native Americans in terms of utilizing every part of an animal that's killed for food. Um, so why am I writing a post that may incur 'meat is murder'-like wrath? Because I discovered <a href="http://www.blacksheepwhitelight.com/" target="_blank">Black Sheep White Light</a>, which sells culturally significant animal pelts as a byproduct of their local food industries and can't help but be reminded that there was a period in human history where such now fashionable items were the only things keeping people from freezing to death. Anyone who's walked through a medieval building like the Edinburgh Castle or even wood-build Nijo Castle knows that they do not exactly a cozy home make.<br />
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<i>An Icelandic sheepskin in a rare grey shade.</i><br />
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<i>Gigantic winter coated buffalo hides feature a rich pattern of colors and fur patterns.</i><br />
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<i>Hides taken from farms used by the Scandinavian Sami people to raise reindeer meat have some of the most haunting patterns and shapes.</i>Peacockheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15789975445900462360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260164164423544143.post-63030183555608426782012-04-06T19:19:00.001-07:002012-04-06T19:19:34.406-07:00I...Am A Librarian!If you watched <i>The Mummy</i> and fell in love with Rachel Weisz as a teen like me, you know what I'm talking about. But seriously, I am a librarian! I have officially completed my e-portfolio and am getting the hell out of town to celebrate having received my MLIS! (Now just give me a job)<br />
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This fancy bottle of copper-plated Beau Joie champagne is coming with me, and will return home to serve as a flower vase long after I've hiccuped away the last few sips of bubbly.The mister and I are running away to Palm Springs for a few days to soak up some sun, do a little vintage furniture shopping, and sit by the pool with some good books. We're staying at the Ace Hotel, which I'm totally not rail-thin, hipster-cool enough to be admitted attendance but I guess that's what the resort fees cover? Anyway, I'll just wear a bunch of rags in my hair and tribal patterned items and hope for the best.
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Right now, though, I'm headed out for my family's Pesach seder, and hoping to convince my pops that helping to finance a dream trip to <a href="http://perfectlyquirky.blogspot.com/2011/07/flu-fueled-daydreams.html" target="_blank">Peru</a> would make for a superb and well-deserved (ha!) graduation present. Wish ya girl luck.Peacockheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15789975445900462360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260164164423544143.post-40717628272617525332012-03-30T17:28:00.000-07:002012-03-30T17:28:12.738-07:00Know Thy Enemy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I'm nearly done with my e-portfolio and now that I have 17 whole days to work on my intro, conclusion, and statement of philosophy, I can breathe again and focus on every other part of my life that I've been ignoring since this project began. I haven't dusted anything in the apartment in so long I literally can't remember doing it, haven't painted my nails since January, have an inch of roots in my hair, haven't even straightened my hair in at least a month because the idea of spending 30 minutes on something so frivolous felt too indulgent, and feel fatter than ever (no, it's not actually true, but I'm at the highest weight I've weighed in many years and need to drop 5-8 pounds stat). So now it's time to pay attention to me again! Yay and hallalujah.<br />
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Which is what brings me to finally breaking my sugar addiction-and it is a full blown addiction at this point-by completely cutting the sweet stuff out of my diet in the ten days leading up to my mini trip with Mark to Palm Springs to celebrate getting my MLIS and his getting to take more than one day off in a row. It's going to be a long, hard road out of flabby body hell but I figure if I can find the willpower to survive it, I'll have loose pants in time for vacation and be less likely to wear a muumuu into the Ace Hotel's pool rather than a bikini. Once I get home, if there's more weight to drop I'll continue the no sugar shock, because while I have a sweet tooth and will always pick cheating with ice cream over french fries, I've somehow gotten to the point where it's cool to eat Sour Patch kids every single day like I'm a five year old. And no, I've definitely not got a five year old's metabolism. So wish me luck, pull any sweets you see in my hands from my grip, and let's home when I share photos on here of my trip that neither of us are thinking "should have cropped closer to hide that bedonkadonk/those hips/that extra chin."Peacockheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15789975445900462360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260164164423544143.post-36417298339049477652012-03-23T00:37:00.002-07:002012-03-23T00:37:48.692-07:00Photo Week In Review<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
So, most of my week has involved being chained to the computer, eeking out these e-porfolio essays while distracting myself with images of pretty clothes I don't need and picking up the million packages of Legos and Studio Ghibli dvds from the Post Office that Mark has been buying himself like he's making up for a lifetime of missed childhood Christmases (Remember <a href="http://perfectlyquirky.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-postwoman-must-hate-me.html" target="_blank">this</a> post? She definitely wants us to move by now!). Still, I managed to have a bit of fun with the perfect mix of window shopping, hanging out with good people, and one of the Village Bakery's addictive <a href="http://eatingla.blogspot.com/2010/05/village-bakery-cafe-atwater-loves-its.html" target="_blank">donut muffins</a> thrown into the mix for good measure. </div>
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<i>I tried on these lovely Persol sunglasses while Mark picked up a pair for himself at the Optical Shop of Aspen on Melrose.</i><br />
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<i>A multitude of skulls and antlers at Seven Grand, where I hadn't imbibed in at least a couple of years!</i><br />
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<i>Mas Malo didn't have the intimacy I enjoy at the original, and I found the food and drinks to be a little less yummy, but I can't say the chevron walls didn't make my heart skip a beat and earn the Mas a few extra points.</i>Peacockheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15789975445900462360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260164164423544143.post-18104165021696947372012-03-19T16:52:00.000-07:002012-03-19T16:54:51.864-07:00Pop Culture Hipsters<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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He's an artist from Chile who takes iconic people or characters and re-imagines them as current-day hipsters. It's entertaining to think about Grace Kelly with an eyebrow piercing or John Wayne with a full sleeve of tattoos and I love the floral, galactic backgrounds that add to the dreamlike quality of his work. </div>
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<i> Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz-clearly we're not in Kansas, anymore. </i><br />
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<i> Salvador Dali. I think this one is particularly spot on with the jacket, sinewy exposed abs, and belt buckle. </i><br />
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<i>Killer. I want this one for my home-the bow, the floral "eye mask," the hair. Like I said, killer. </i>Peacockheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15789975445900462360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260164164423544143.post-7749686984627096232012-03-19T16:25:00.000-07:002012-03-19T16:25:07.945-07:00Mrawr<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>Francois Verkirk photographed by Hassan Havier. </i></div>
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<i>The Raven Spa's entryway-a beautiful spot, but one I didn't mind leaving behind.</i></div>
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I'm really not one for relaxation. Case in point: Mark wanted to tack me onto his semi-regular appointment for a massage last Tuesday at the Raven Spa in Silverlake and I practically begged him to let me not go. I begged this man to not pay for me to get a massage! I'm bonkers. But the truth is, the idea of having a couple hours of solitude to work on my e-portfolio (the only thing standing in the way of me getting my MLIS degree) that's due in exactly one month sounded so much better on the stress-reduction meter. He didn't budge. He told me I'd think of nothing and almost want to fall asleep. He told me it would leave me feeling weightless for the rest of the day. He, ladies and gentelmen, is clearly not me. Because I spent the bulk of that hour of getting twisted, kneaded, and turned thinking about when it was going to be over, perusing the next door Broome St. General Store, and what I needed to get done that week. Sure, it was nice, but the truth is, I think I'd get more out of a yoga class or spinning. I can't sit still without feeling guilty-the massage felt like an over the top, wild luxury. The other day Mark's brother asked me why I wouldn't consider going to a place like Hawaii for vacation after I mentioned our plans to visit Australia (already a semi-chill compromise of destination on my part), and it all became clear-I consider stress and the pressure of go-go-go to be living. Hawaii sounds so boring. Ha! I don't feel guilty about traveling the globe because while I'm gone it's hustle, hustle, hustle to experience everything I want to see-but laying on a mat for an hour? Panic. It may be that I'm seeking a fulfillment that I don't already possess (thanks, stalled career) but either way, I am slowly realizing that the more that's on my plate, the happier I am. Even if it means my back is a tangle of knots that require bribery and coercion to work out.Peacockheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15789975445900462360noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260164164423544143.post-29749922876341974262012-03-07T17:58:00.001-08:002012-03-07T17:58:08.592-08:00A Love Letter To EtsyI continue to be surprised at the wealth of fabulous stuff available on Etsy. From packaging supplies to extremely well-made clothing, and home decor that ranges from whimsical modern tat to classic vintage wares, there is really nothing you can't find on there. I took a break from visiting the site for a few months when finances where low and the pain of looking at so much coolness that couldn't be mine wasn't worth the ooing and aahing that a visit inevitably delivered. For whatever reason (because I am crazy) I've been lurking and shopping on Etsy again the past few weeks.<br />
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It all started innocently: I wanted to buy some bow tie collars for a <a href="http://www.santedor.org/" target="_blank">Sante D'or</a> photoshoot and knew <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/SnoopCattyCatt" target="_blank">Snoop Catty Catt</a>, the maker of Finn's amazing <a href="http://perfectlyquirky.blogspot.com/2011/09/year-ago-today.html" target="_blank">birthday suit</a> was just the gal to buy from. Boy was she. The offer of 25% off for our rescue suddenly had me throwing bows and ties into my cart like a crazy cat lady with a serious penchant for formal wear.<br />
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Then I started thinking of some upcoming occasions I have to bake some goodies and needing packaging to make them look extra special (perhaps to *ahem* make up for my limited baking skills). One look at <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/PrettyTape?ref=seller_info" target="_blank">Pretty Tape</a> and suddenly I own tartan tape, Christmas ornament themed tape and a host of other awesome things like checkered multicolored twist ties to keep plastic cello bags looking cheery. I bought more tape from this seller than I did when I was actually in Japan!<br />
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The final and most extravagant (I know what you're thinking-buying cats bow ties, let alone cats that aren't even your pets, and fancy twist ties is already extravagant enough, but if you are thinking that, you cuh-learly don't know me) buy was an amazing technicolor dream rug that-wait for it-also features chevron stripes! It's a <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/BOUCHEROUITE" target="_blank">boucherouite</a>, a type of Moroccan rug that the same people who make the famed Moroccan <a href="http://perfectlyquirky.blogspot.com/2011/10/lightening-mood.html" target="_blank">wedding blankets</a> make from leftover pieces of fabric. Seriously, this thing was a steal-not so much cheaper than other versions that it's clearly a made in China fake, but so immensely gorgeous and affordable to boot! Dying to have it laid out on the floor of an otherwise stark, white room. Gaaaah. I love you Etsy. I love you.<br />
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Glass pyramid display I picked up from <a href="http://shop.uncovet.com/" target="_blank">Uncovet</a> by <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/TheForeignArchives" target="_blank">The Foreign Archives</a>.</div>
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White wooden gem necklace from <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/88585414/simple-wooden-diamond-faceted-geometric" target="_blank">Karolinfelixdream</a>.</div>
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Superb chevron suncatcher by <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/94190535/bevel-chevron" target="_blank">Halona Glass</a>.<br />
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Pyramid brass necklace from <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/88264644/geometric-pyramid-necklace-vintage-brass?ref=sr_gallery_43&sref=&ga_search_submit=&ga_search_query=geometric&ga_view_type=gallery&ga_ship_to=US&ga_search_type=handmade&ga_facet=handmade" target="_blank">SilkPurseSowsEar</a>.Peacockheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15789975445900462360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260164164423544143.post-44996495900233067282012-03-02T23:24:00.000-08:002012-03-02T23:24:18.033-08:00Mini Road Trip<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<a href="http://www.thierrylasry.com/" target="_blank">Thierry Lasry</a>, you slay me.<br />
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Welcome to the bizarre, mystical, amazing, and depressing Salton Sea. Smells like death as you walk on thousands of fish bones, crushed barnacles, and random debris.<br />
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I must admit (and I've done it elsewhere on this blog) that I adore the rain. I mean, so long as I don't have to drive around in it trying to run errands all day, it's the perfect excuse to cozy up with a book, lay under the covers, snuggle up in a thick sweater, and now that I have cats who love the sound of rain and watching it fall outside, I've got even more reason to feel happy when I wake up to an overcast sky. Having it serve as the precursor to the appearance of a multicolored ladder to the sun doesn't hurt either, though...Peacockheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15789975445900462360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260164164423544143.post-85599639406735023852012-02-24T22:04:00.000-08:002012-02-24T22:04:04.196-08:00Thank Fuck This Week Is OverCrazy ass, horrible week. Like tears ever day bad. So let's review the good stuff that kept me from jumping off my balcony and rejoice that it's Friday mf-ers (even though I am staying home like a granny tonight to work on my e-portfolio for school)!<br />
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I picked up this sweet little card at <a href="http://www.igedesign.com/" target="_blank">Ige</a> on Beverly Blvd. after having a seriously tasty salad over at <a href="http://www.susinabakery.com/" target="_blank">Susina Bakery</a> with my mom on Monday. Man do I wish I could have tried one of their almond croissants!<br />
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Ayelet in eyelet. More noteworthy, however, is that I took this photo using Apple's Photobooth application. Because I am the proud owner of a brand new MacBook Pro laptop! Mark brought it home to me as a total (major) surprise the other day as a sort of make-up gift for our anniversary and Valentine's Day. I am such a lucky lady and cannot wait to stop using this old, ugly, and annoying PC. Apple for life, bitches!<br />
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I am currently obsessed with filling the pantry with <a href="http://www.weckcanning.com/" target="_blank">Weck</a> jars. They look so much more streamlined than having a bunch of ugly boxes or loose bags of lentils spilling their contents all over the place. After picking up some Hawaiian black salt up over at the <a href="https://www.facebook.com/broomestgeneral" target="_blank">Broome St. General Store</a> that was packaged in a tiny version, I realized that everything just looks better in coordinating jars! I picked up some local produce (and a package of <a href="http://www.justinsnutbutter.com/productsCups.php" target="_blank">Justin's</a> dark chocolate peanut butter cups-so sue me...) at <a href="http://www.atwatervillagefarm.com/" target="_blank">Atwater Village Farm</a> over the weekend and loved being able to immediately give the items a pretty home.<br />
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Between the Weck jars and Martha Stewart's new line of office supplies for <a href="http://www.avery.com/avery/v/index.jsp?vgnextoid=a13d8fa768bf3310VgnVCM100000a1210c0aRCRD" target="_blank">Avery</a>, I'm totally in organizational mode. Get. It. Done. We reorganized the bedroom on Tuesday and it looks a million times cleaner and more open now. I picked up these elastic tags to keep our plethora of cords under control, a folder that adheres to the inside of a cabinet drawer to keep all of our random appliance guides in one out of the way place, and labels for the Weck jars. I'll be buying a billion more of the items once I have time for extra projects.<br />
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Today I went on a tour of the LAPL's Central Library with the San Jose State ALA student chapter. While I'd been there before to pick up research materials I never quite realized what a beautiful and massive space it is. This stained glass globe light is surrounded by the twelve zodiac symbols and a ring of lights to represent the library's central theme-the light of learning. It's spectacular and cost $50,000 in 1933.Peacockheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15789975445900462360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260164164423544143.post-44933899779564097822012-02-11T00:46:00.000-08:002012-02-11T00:46:53.091-08:00Sante D'or LovefestLife is happily crazy-busy right now. Between overtime at work, some really productive projects for school, and my new role of being on the board at <a href="http://www.santedor.org/" target="_blank">Sante D'or</a> and trying to get some animals adopted, I don't have much time for things I really need to do like exercise, let alone extra things like blogging. One thing I found time for: buying some pretty little heart shaped sprinkles for the brownies I baked for tomorrow's adoption event at <a href="http://theurbanpet.net/" target="_blank">Urban Pet</a> on Beverly Blvd. Since I rarely bake, I also made a run to Surfas in Culver City to buy some quality goods like Valhrhona chocolate, and discovered the wonder of Maldon salt. Holy crap is that stuff delicious and where have I been? Nevermind the fact that each crystal is legitimately pyramid-shaped like a mini Chichen Itza-the stuff tastes so good topped on everything from roasted cauliflower to baked salmon and would undoubtedly turn soft caramels into a godly treat.<br />
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<i>What everyone who comes out and makes a donation, big or small, will be getting tomorrow.</i>Peacockheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15789975445900462360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260164164423544143.post-74897944967033565722012-02-08T22:44:00.000-08:002012-02-08T22:44:04.296-08:00Pay It Off To Rack It Up AgainClothes shopping! How I've missed you! My (final, thankfully) student loan came in and helped me pay off my credit cards in full. Sure, trading one set of debts for another isn't much of an accomplishment, but I'll take my lower interest rates and run with 'em. My recent haul:<br />
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<i>What can I say, I'm a <a href="http://www.shopnastygal.com/" target="_blank">Nasty Gal</a>...</i><br />
<i><br /></i>Peacockheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15789975445900462360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260164164423544143.post-62307879256190632752012-02-07T00:04:00.000-08:002012-02-07T00:04:00.838-08:00Baller! For One Night, AnywayToday is my five year anniversary with Mark (woot woot, yay us!). We are going to celebrate tomorrow, but a preview of things to come:<br />
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Granted, a bottle of Perrier-Jouet vintage is a tad excessive for anyone who is hardly making much more a month than it costs, but thankfully Mark isn't as tragic as me and didn't mind marking the occasion with the most expensive bottle of bubbly either of us ever hope to purchase. Besides, while the bub might not last past the night, that pretty Art Deco painted bottle isn't going anywhere. Hopefully just like Mark!Peacockheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15789975445900462360noreply@blogger.com0