25
Jun

I am totally a day dreamer- I lust about imaginary objects that I desire as much as the real thing. Pillows and cardigans and products that only exist in my mind. Lately I have been imagining the perfect shirt dress (it has to be out there somewhere). It looks a lot like this:

Except it would be a TAD bit longer (more appropriate for work) and a teensy bit less blousey- and it would have subtle belt holes on the front and back to lace/weave a skinny belt through if you wanted to give the illusion of a waist but not create a ton of poofy volume around the boobs. I would wear it everywhere in this stupid Houston summer heat.

The closest I have found to this style was a vintage Norma Kamali shirt dress that I stared at on my ebay watch list for weeks because the slowness of my contract work had me necessity bound to frugality. Now I regret it. BIG TIME.

I have a mental list of things I regret not buying. The natural canvas moto jacket from American Eagle (of all places- weird) seen below in one of my polyvores, a vintage miu miu draw string bag from a zillion seasons ago from ebay (a friend talked me out of it and I think about it all the time), a German educational poster featuring different types of dinosaurs, a beautiful wooden cow head (Nandi) from my recent trip to India, ( I have actually cried to the Mister about not having it in our house.) and about four – five other things. In retrospect most of them were around $70-$100. (see? Frugal.) (see also? stupid.)

I am proud not to have any credit card debt, but I also like to live without regrets. Is it stupid to regret Not purchasing something? I know they’re material objects- blah blah blah, but I am pretty darn frugal and thoughtful as a shopper- I rarely regret purchases because I don’t make impulsive decisions. I guess what I am realizing now as I am writing this; is that I MOST regret not listening to my own instincts enough to take the plunge, plop down the cash (or the card) and go for it, if I feel that strongly about something.  Do you have any regrets for something you DIDN’T BUY?

Note to self: listen to my inner instincts. Even if it means shipping a huge crated wooden cow head across an ocean. Even if it means, selling some other crap on ebay or buffalo exchange to pay for the golden needle in the haystack. Listen to your instincts.

P.S. if anyone ever sees an antique ceremonial Nandi like this with gentle huge Disney eyes- let me know- I will pay a premium. *sigh*

P.P.S. if anyone knows of a tent- like shirt dress a’la the one above- let a girl in on it! I need this!

02
Jun

Round’ about December – right about the time I installed the snow leopard update on my computer- instantly- my access to my own blog got all convoluted and messed up. I couldn’t log in to wordpress- couldn’t even load the page on my computer! Why? No idea. Not a clue. I asked my tech-y type friends to diagnose, to which they said my router probably needed to be updated… that sounded complicated and a lot like endless periods of time listening to muzak on hold with AT&T.

I watched my emails as my comments-to-approve got overloaded with russian spam, and couldn’t do a thing about it. Then I went on a month long trip. Then i came home and got busy with new house projects and job searching. I have missed blogging a lot, but true to my good at moving on nature; instead of figuring out a technical concern, I had just about resolved to start a new blog.

And then *poof* my wordpress access started working again! yay! i have missed you my little blog. I promise to start using a tripod to better fill your pages with clear, steady photos. I promise to update you often with all my creative musings and witty repertoire with myself! I promise to think of awesome posts just in case people are still reading. I promise to make a cooler header and make you more aesthetically pleasing. And I promise never to threaten to abandon you if I once again have technical difficulties. Amen.

07
Dec

I installed my Christmas branch. Hastily found in my yard, handily installed by my friend Matt, and lovingly decorated by moi. I loved my almost tacky branch. It was festive and lovely. I am just not in the spirit to decorate this year. (Especially since I am leaving for a month long trip on Dec. 28th, I don’t want to be burdened with pre-flight packing and de-tinseling) Bah Humbug! So, even though I am throwing a party, can I just print this crappy iphone picture and tack it to my wall?

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I would love some simple ideas- maybe just suspended balls on ribbon over the table? A lighted Ikea horizontal wreath? Trees are kinda out- my kitties are maniacal and preditcable knockers-of-things-off-tables, and real foliage gives them the urge to chew and puke.  Or maybe just some luminarias on the front walk and patio? Bah Humbug!

P.S. Cajun-jew boyfriend could really care less either way. My choice.

07
Dec

A few weeks ago I co-hosted an event succinctly called Pop-Up Shop! with a few other Houston gals. All handmade, vintage, and original goodies- the five of us hosted it at Brandi’s salon Sunchild. We totally transformed it into a one day retail dream experience!

I designed this little e-poster…

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Gnomes, jewelry, and clothing by Bleubird Vintage (featured in the new Lucky Magazine! Congrats Ms. James!)

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Brandi (one Bueno and owner of Sunchild Salon) of BuenoBueno sold key necklaces, vintage boots, and pompoms.

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Hand-studded vintage leather bags by Service & Devotion (That’s me!)

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and Service & Devotion freshly picked vintage clothing

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Kelly (the other half of BuenoBueno) makes handmade note cards.

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I don’t have any pics of myself in this batch- but you can check out more coverage about Pop-Up Shop! on one of my cohorts more prolific blogs. here or here.

We all had such a blast, sold stuff, drank vinho verde and voted to make it a semi-regular event!

P.S. If you are interested in purchasing any of the studded bags I have all of them available (admired but not purchased!) They are priced individually- but affordably!

P.P.S check out the website of one of the other co-hosts- Rannie Balias of ChrisRann jewelry. Her stuff is high at the top of my Christmas wish list!

06
Dec

Everyone loves some Jonathan Freakin’ Adler. His style is ubiquitous and has spawned a million copies. Yay!  The only JA thing I own is a needlepointed eyeglass case that says “SPECS” in a funky multicolored circus-y font. I have always kinda wanted a piece of white JA sculpture like the giraffe or the cat or the boob vase. I once cohorted with my  friend Jaime when she needed encouragement to buy the JA condom caddy for her husbands’ birthday. He was partially amused..  But I don’t really think about him all that often these days unless presented with a blog post (what was that stupid banana bud vase all about?)

I first remember seeing the JA needlepoint series when he did a capsule collection for the now-defunct Williams Sonoma company Hold Everything. (This was around 2004 and a little before a designer collaboration with a lower-cost line was the veritable retail gold mine it is today.) Does anyone else remember those catalogs? He did a whole Christmas line with lots of graphic needlepoint stockings, tree skirts and accessories everywhere! I remember this because I was already following him, and I worked for the WS company at the time and I could’ve ordered it all at 40% off! Permanently put in the “regret not buying” file- because cool Christmas stuff is stupid hard to find.

Anyway– I love Jonathan’s stupid lil’ sense of humor and his stupid lil’ outfits**. Even the goofy way he spells his name and his inane antics on Next Top Design Star (or whatever show that is)  (**And I’m not even saying this in mock love like someone refers to “Oral”.)  He’s kinda someone you almost love to hate like Rachel Zoe, Anna Wintour or Kelly Werstler.

I really do seem to gravitate towards animal figures in my house, and bold colors and sharp imagery- so the graphic nature of his stuff does kinda appeal to me – but I don’t chase after his brand’s bath accessories so my Kleenex  box has a chic shell, or a covet a $695 tortoise lamp “As Seen in May 09 Elle Décor Magazine and June 09 Metropolitan Home.” I get his style- but I think I love the era of quirky vintage things that inspire him more! In our ever-aware world of everyone’s a designer and in big ol’ bloglandia – he’s the King of quirk.

It now seems that the only way to effectively describe a certain aesthetic is to refer specifically to him.  I may already have things in my house that could easily be inspiration fodder for the man himself. I just came to realize that in the course of the last few weeks, everything that I have purchased is undeniably Jonathan Adler-esque.

[Side bar: I squawk about too much whimsy and cuteness in product design- am I full of shit because I think that the vintage items I acquire have more gravitas because they are old and not expensive? I justify it by thinking that whimsy and pricey is bullshit, and quirky, old and cheap is valid- whatever I probably am full of shit]

OK. Enough ass gazing – on to the goodies!!

First up- a pair of wonderful lion-esque sunny modernist mugs (Pictured here on my sunshine-y kitchen window with wind up godzilla and little succulent). I only found a pair and I snatched them up!

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This set of espresso mugs caught my eye- they are a slightly larger size (which I love) and the textured white ceramic looks great with my classic white  french porcelain dishware.  I also love the lopsided angles of the handles. They make the cups look less mass produced- and though unmarked- I am pretty certain they are.

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This next item is so exciting! I have wanted a set of poison glasses for SO LONG! I originally saw a set on ebay advertised as a vintage set of  Neiman Marcus barware from their eponymous and extravagant Holiday Catalog- selling for around $100. My friend Robin collects old glassware and has two sets of these puppies!  Recently, Robin & I went thrifting and her eagle eye found 5 of the glasses at one thrift store and then- as luck would have it- we found the 6th at the next thrift! The missing one! The only slight difference is the decal is positioned higher, but whoever drinks out of Arsenic probably will never  know the difference! They will look great in my new bar that I’m currently refinishing. Also- In the original set there was an ice bucket that just said POISON with the “pick your..” words above and some sort of really great skull and cross-bone metallic emblem on the lid. I am keeping my thriftin’ eyes peeled for that piece!

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God bless Picasa!  I just found the original pic I saved off of ebay and filed in my “to find or die” folder.  Dreams *can* come true.

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Next up! My Jonathan Adler inspired shopping spree continued when I found an interesting hand-rolled silk scarf with great typography. I collect silk scarves and as a designer- letters on anything is great. Don’t try to adjust your eyes. There are no distinguishable words, and the letter forms are all twisted reversed and generally scrambled. I would love to know who the designer was.

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And lastly: this mint condition vintage needlepoint purse that one of my friends will be receiving as a holiday gift… I LOOOVE me some geometric needlepoint (reflected in my very first blog post ever!) The back has a monogram, the trim is a rich chocolatey ultra suede and the lining a silk rust moire. Lovely!

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Is it just me or I am channeling Mr. Adler these days? Or maybe his “genius” is more derivative than I realized? I am thinking way too much about this.

24
Nov

My boyfriend B is a soul & funk DJ. He buys and sells and plays rare 45 RPM vinyl in mainly in Houston & Austin (and occasionally all over the country and world!) His monthly dance party in Houston is called Dirty Honey. I have been designing his gig posters for the last 15 months. (give or take?!) I kind of love the process and dread it at the same time- he kind of acts like a client and I have to respect his wishes. I don’t always get to choose the direction or imagery, and he is not a designer- which boils my blood when he can’t articulate why he doesn’t like something, he just says “I don’t like it”. We fight a lot during poster week. It’s really the only time we ever fight. Aside from Mr. Opinionated, designing a monthly poster for a soul & funk show is treacherous. The genre has many pitfalls- aside from the normal struggle of staying fresh and creative, I dislike falling into any traps of excessive use of black-sploitation imagery, bikini-ed chicks with afros, or overly vintage-y or predictable pictures.

B and I both search for imagery to scan or for me to work on- I dig through his records (we have an entire room in our 1200 square foot bungalow dedicated to records- it’s a big deal around here, and I’m not complaining; it’s B’s bread and butter!), I look through photo archives, books, and take pictures when I’m out and about with my iPhone.  (the flourish-y box and the tinting of the photo were inspired by a phone pic I took of a 1930′s or 40′s Grand Prize Beer poster at our neighborhood BBQ joint Pizzatolas. Then I recreated it in Illustrator, and made a little “DH” monogram. The giant man hovering over the skyline was an already-combined promotional image for an artist named Bobo Mr. Soul. B scanned it out of one his music history books. The tinting was further inspired by this great post. (If I had gotten My way I would’ve played with opaque pyramids and laser beams shooting out of his eyes and hovering cubes with bauhaus inspired fonts…) But I must keep my Client happy and this solution was much more uh… soulful.

Looking back at the last year or so worth of Dirty Honey posters, I see reoccurring patterns in usage of similar colors, my steadfast devotion to Helvetica and it’s inherent versatility. I see little things I learned in design school and have not abandoned, and things I have taught myself or learned from designer friends and online tutorials. I really like designing for myself- it used to be a lot more intimidating; until I started having more faith in my own abilities. Though I studied graphic design (amongst getting a few other degrees – Agriculture, Anthropology long story! ) I haven’t worked professionally as a designer for a long long time. Dirty Honey is my monthly way of keeping my chops sharp so-to-speak.

So without further ado- the current Dirty Honey poster and a mini archive of the last year or so…

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December 2009

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November 2009

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October 2009

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September 2009

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August 2009

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July 2009

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June 2009

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April 2009

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May 2009


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March 2009

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February 2009

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January 2009

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Christmas Show 2008

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November 2009 - did this by hand, just like Mr. Fairey did it.

More DIY’s coming soon!

17
Nov

Going through my RSS feed today, I almost exploded in a fury of self-righteous ridiculousness. A few of my greatest pet peeves are bubbling up again in the blogosphere… I think I need to quit reading lady blogs or folks just need to screw their heads on straight. Here they are- not ranked. I hate them both equally.

1. It’s that time of year!!! Time for Cutesy handmade calendar “round-ups“. Yes calendars are very useful. You can tell which day is which and make plans. But I DON’t want to spend $30 on a hand letterpressed/screenprinted/hand drawn bird silhouetted schlock of paper to hang over my desk. I’m sorry I just don’t. Nor do I want my friends to give me one ( unless they specifically make it, duh.) Calendars are somewhat banal no matter how cute they are. And calender “round-ups” are the boring-est of blog fodder.

2. Tea towels. (and I guess as equally Tea Towel round ups!)  I understand some fingertip towel action in a bathroom, but my kitchen is utilitarian. My shit works hard! My towels get bleached, wipe up messes, double duty as pot holders, get thrown on the floor if a friend spills beer, get washed a million times, repeat. I guess you can use a tea towel to line a bread basket, to use underneath a center piece or to hang decoratively on your stove. But HOW MANY TEA TOWELS does the world need? It’s a RECTANGLE OF FABRIC PEOPLE. I love me some textiles, color and pattern folks, but if I want more in my house, I find a way not to give away my hard earned money to a tea towel, and incorporate color and pattern in other ways.
3. Use of the word “Swoon” to describe a calender or a tea towel. Check the links above. They all swoon over that shit. Seriously. I love to swoon. I swoon daily, but it’s gotta be a lil’ somethin more exciting that a GD tea towel.
FYI: for extra giggles, google “_________ round up” (insert any tschotke) to find how this term has permeated the blogosphere in all of it’s redundant, annoying glory.

Oh yeah, one final thing: Can “pop” of color just die already? What about “spot”, “burst”, “highlight”, or “contrast”? We all see your yellow vase on black table in the all grey room. It’s lovely. Don’t call it a “pop”.

10
Nov

What’s cooler than a piece of new art?  New art that’s vintage.  New art that has a story behind it that touches some part of you.  New art from a friend.  New art that makes you smile.   New art that you know exactly what to do with.

My dear friend V recently retired and moved to Thailand, which is very far from me.  This is a man who made me smile nearly every workday for 5.5 years.  Comforted me when I was about to go postal, taught me so many things about life, Buddhism, and the law.  He moved to Thailand with 2 suitcases and a carry-on, which completely blew my mind.  A lifetime of things were given away or sold over the course of several years as he prepared for this life change.  Could you do it?  I could not.

However, being his friend during this time was a good thing as he saved the very best things for his friends.  He was thoughtful about it, giving books to specific people who would like them, or crystal to someone who collects it.  But my favorite items that I got from V were things that I plucked from his home during his moving sale.  Yes, I was a little scavenger, but the irony is, these were things that he thought no one would want, like the print he had hanging over his kitchen sink for the last 20+ years.

I loved it as soon as I saw it.  Why?  The colors, the Japanese aesthetic.  As with everything I got from V, I asked him the story behind it.  It had been a gift in the early 80′s from his childhood best friend, a Castro-era Cuban emigre, who had grown up in West Texas with V, gone to UT with V, and later lived as a gay man in Houston.  On a visit to V in Dallas in the 80′s, he showed up on the doorstep bearing this print.  V said he was that kind of guy – the guy who would always bring something of indeterminate worth and origin, but something always interesting, always with the best manners.  V’s friend died of AIDS soon after bearing this gift, which hung in the same spot until I greedily grabbed it off the wall.

It needs re-framing and re-matting.  It’s stained from years of nicotine floating through the glass.  I love the way it looks with my little pumpkins, even though the print is probably of oranges or persimmons.  I will always love it, as a reminder of people who float through our lives bringing smiles and small gifts.

11
Oct

I love ebay. I mean I really really love it. Approximately 60% of my purchases come off of ebay. Seriously, from HDMI cables for my TV, to smoke detectors, to gifts and of course- shoes! . Occasionally I come across photos that cause me to have a major WTF moment. Pictures that are unabashedly posted on ebay to peddle their wares.  I have been debating about creating this post because I don’t know if  this mean-spirited ? However, I feel like this is my duty to relay these sartorial mishaps. and  I just can’t stand not sharing some of these examples of  hysterical DIY ebay- modeling. Let me know what you think!

the gnarliest toes in the world. gross. no wonder she is trying to sell thse shoes, and any shoes that expose her toe knuckles and claws.

The gnarliest toes in the world. gross. No wonder she is trying to sell thse shoes, and any other shoes that expose her toe knuckles and toenail claws.

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From "Love me two times!" Vintage. and frankly... I'm not loving this once.

"yes dahling- it's all mine!!"

There is a slight Cruella quality to her photos. Like Evil on vacation.

This might've been shot in a prison rec yard.

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The model's interesting use of the girl swinging sculpture really makes me want to buy the dress

All those hands on the rope swing is kinda complicated.

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Basking in the glory of it all!

08
Oct

uk_01Just finished watching the first episode of Keith Johnson’s “Man Shops Globe”. Aside from all the jealousy that most of the ladies in my decosphere are feeling. I had a bunch of musings and recollections that I thought I would share…

* As an ex-home manager/merchandiser for Anthropologie, I worked in three different stores. Including opening one from the ground up. Of the truck-loads of antiques that got delivered to the empty space, one piece sticks out in my mind- a massive french postal cabinet. A black finish, glass vitrine sliding glass doors, lots of little dividers and drawers, and cabinets on the bottom. We decided on the wall which it would live. Had the movers put it there, I calculated and slapped a $15,000 price tag on it and it instantly became a part of the store. For sale of course. Though I will never know if it ever finds a home- it’s true home is in it’s store. The shock and awe of seeing and placing that beautiful piece was really outstanding. It was like Snuffleupagus moving into Big Bird’s Nest.  Aside from that- there were always so many different objets that the we the merchandisers had to try and work into the floor plan- those flower buckets on tonight’s show? (If they weren’t embedded in a table that is)- we would’ve probably laid them at jaunty angles full of straw and had mini latte bowls tumbling out or stacked them up into a tower and displayed fruit plates in the top. Those wine crates for 20 euros a piece from tonight’s show are standard Anthro fare, every store has a million. They retail for about $175. Perfect for stacking up soap. Seriously. Or dishes. Or monogrammed mugs.  There were also the random pieces that kind of “lived” in the stock room. Shhh! Don’t tell. But some of the stuff is just awkward and doesn’t always look so hot (or haute) juxtaposed against ruffled skirts and Josef Frank upholstery…

* I also had access to the corporate pricing screens. Where you can see the actually unit costs, how many of them live inside each store, how many have sold etc. Very eye opening.  The markup really is 200-300%. A lot even if you consider international and domestic transportation and any repairs or embellishments that occur. Not a shabby retail model. Anthro loyalists don’t realize how much stuff they recreate and produce themselves. The quality is terrible on most of it, which is why the price tags are really shameful. (Prior to Anthropologie I worked for William-Sonoma. We got highly educated on the manufacturing and production of even the most lowly plates and tools- only because they were proud of the quality and being able to justify to your customers what they were getting.) Anthropologie is all about aesthetics (as I type that I am thinking “but of course!” ). But really quality is a huge deal to me, which is why I buy so much used and vintage.

* The bureaus and cupboards were kind of a loss prevention nightmare. Lots of small spaces to store and hide ripped off security tags and stash empty Starbucks cups that shoppers were too asshole-ish to dispose of properly. As I watched the show I cringed at all the places shoplifters could affect a store’s bottom line and thus their management bonuses… One time, a pair of women came in and bought a high-dollar leather purse. A co-manager of mine commented to them that she hadn’t seen that purse in a while and she thought the purse had sold- “No!” one of them brightly replied- “we stashed it in the back of a drawer in one of the antiques until she could afford it!”  Crazy.

* When I lived in Philadelphia (I was no longer with the company- my future had gotten brighter working for an interior design firm), I lived next door to Keith Johnson’s own home store called Bruges. I don’t know how much involvement he still has with the store, but it is where I got familiar with BoBo Intriguing Objects. Keith’s whole store was hitting the Belgian/bohemian reproduction furniture and decor and suzani tip WAY ahead of the curve. Lots of Assouline books and knick knacks from Roost (aka- lots of overlap from Anthro). Before it was even announced that Keith Johnson  was doing “Man shops Globe”- I had been thinking about him and wondering what his thoughts were about Restoration Hardware partnering with BoBo for their new look.

* I am not a cheerleader for Anthropologie by any means- between working for the company for years at the store level and then knowing quite a few refugees and survivors of their corporate office culture – I have seen behind the curtain in Oz. Anthro creates a beautiful fantasy. Yellow brick roads and all- but once you see behind the curtain- you can’t go back… I know about the production issues of $100 bathmats made in Indian sweatshops, accessories designers who were forced by their management to poach designs directly from independent designers and also at the store level, having  to personally throw away semiprecious stones and expensive jewelry that was broken and irreparable, and knife-slashing returned clothing so no one could re use it.

*Watching the show tonight was a little redeeming as I got to see behind the other curtain of the buying and selection of antiques to be reproduced or to be used as the “found objects” (Anthro-speak for antiques and oddities). I really did enjoy his chase, the pace of the show, how many times he called for SERGE!, Keiths’ discerning “eye” and quick decision making skills and of course the follow ups at the end. Of course that job is amazing- but I kind of know in my heart of hearts that I could do that job equally well. I am on my own personal Woman Shops Globe mission. Between Houston and my international travels I trust my own eye, my own quick thinking, my own instincts, and as I am glad for my experiences at Anthropologie, I think it is the culmination of all my adventures that has given me that confidence that I often ignore.

P.S. Does anyone else think it’s kinda weird that Keith and Glenn Sank have been “together” since they were 9 & 12 years old?