Category Archives: Pure Awesome

A True Beauty

I love this one.

Love Poems

Look at what my mom and I picked up in Big Sur…

love poems

A beautifully designed book for a beautiful collection of poetry.

 

The Cookbook Shelf – I Need More!

Chefs talking about their cookbooks collections?  How am I just finding out about this??!!??

This is so exciting.  I love cookbooks.  I think my head just exploded.
It’s only the third installment (over the course of four months) but seeeeriously, c’mon guys, I need more.

Queue The Cookbook Collection from Eater.

image courtesy of eater

Per Sara Moulton:
“If a cookbook doesn’t have 200 recipes, it’s not a serious cookbook.”
I mean, I couldn’t agree more, but does it have to be serious to be enjoyable?

Golly Gee Willikers this is an exciting discovery.

Shake Rattle and Roll

or, How to Peel Garlic in Less Than 10 Seconds.

Thanks Todd – this instantly solves the worlds’ garlic peeling problems!
My mother will be particularly happy.  She loathes peeling garlic.

Things To Worry About

Sometimes I worry too much… I mean, who doesn’t?  It’s only natural.

Deirdre recently sent me the link to a letter F. Scott Fitzgerald wrote to his 11 year old daughter in 1924.  It felt so perfectly befitting my worrywart ways that I decided to share it in hopes that perhaps it would make you stop worrying so much too.

Things to worry about:

Worry about courage
Worry about cleanliness
Worry about efficiency
Worry about horsemanship

Things not to worry about: 

Don’t worry about popular opinion
Don’t worry about dolls
Don’t worry about the past
Don’t worry about the future
Don’t worry about growing up
Don’t worry about anybody getting ahead of you
Don’t worry about triumph
Don’t worry about failure unless it comes through your own fault
Don’t worry about mosquitoes
Don’t worry about flies
Don’t worry about insects in general
Don’t worry about parents
Don’t worry about boys
Don’t worry about disappointments
Don’t worry about pleasures
Don’t worry about satisfactions

Things to think about: 

What am I really aiming at?
How good am I really in comparison to my contemporaries in regard to:

(a) Scholarship
(b) Do I really understand about people and am I able to get along with them?
(c) Am I trying to make my body a useful instrument or am I neglecting it?

It’s kind of unbelievable how everything on his list is still applicable today.

Oh, and PS Deirdre please start your blog.  Peer pressure.

Dear Mr. Anderson

What kind of bird are you?

I am very excited for Moonrise Kingdom.

Love,
Julia

Scales of Sophistication a la Garance

Everyone can always use a few style tips pointers and tiddlybits, especially from one of my favorite ladies of the online, Garance Dore, and especiallyespecially on the first day of 2012.  Sets the tone for the year very nicely, methinks.

You don’t always have to be at a 10.

The 10 Degrees of Sophistication:

For those of you who are wondering what sort of Richter scale I use to measure my degree of sophistication, here’s a little guide:

Scale of Sophistication à la Garance:

–> Level 1 I partied all night and fell asleep diagonally on my couch with an infomercial on, fully dressed without taking my makeup off, but that goes without saying.

–> Level 2 I’ve just come back from a run. I hope for you that you never see me like this, sweaty, a dumb runner’s high smile and the rosiest cheeks you ever did see.

–> Level 3 I’ve got the flu. No description necessary.

–> Level 4 I’m on my way to do some grocery shopping at the Whole Foods down the block. I just showered, but no makeup.

–> Level 5 I’m meeting up with a friend. I put on powder and some mascara and my hair is in a quick bun.

–> Level 6 I have a photo-shoot (where I’m the photographer), same thing as above + foundation.

–> Level 7 I have a meeting with a client, so same as above + eye shadow + high heels. (From this level on, note that I am wearing high heels.)

–> Level 8 I have a date with my man, same as above + lipstick and wearing my hair down and curly. In other words, you could say I’m pulling a Wild Garance.

–> Level 9 I’ve got a fashion party to go to, so same thing minus the hair. I try to do something with it like some super sophisticated bun, but I fail miserably so I end up just wearing it up and putting 3 tons of gel into it so I look super sleek. And not sorry-I-was-in-a-super-rush. So like, the same thing as I did yesterday.

–> Level 10 I have a photo-shoot (I’m in front of the camera), a hair-stylist and makeup artist take possession of my body to work what I would have loved to call “their magic” but it so often just ends up being the same thing : They put a too much brown on my cheeks and give me a “loose curl” blow-dry (= the same thing as everyone else), and I look like Victoria Principal and I just hate it. But of course I do, sophisticated as I am.)

I need to work on the high heels part a little bit more … but… I kind of love thisslashher so much I have it pasted on my bulletin board at work.

With a heart drawn on it.

I really like drawing hearts.  And stars.  And Garance Dore.