It's Second Sunday! Which means it's time to head over to Main Street to see what sort of crafty/culinary mischief I can get into. For the record, this usually involves wandering around asking the vendors dumb questions ("So how do you actually milk the goats?") and buying sweets, jewelry, and/or handmade soap. It relaxes me, okay? See you there!
This ViewMaster picture frame is both nostalgic and functional--win-win; Imagine riding underneath a dense canopy of pink flowers on the way to work every morning; I swear I’m trying to eat healthy, but ice cream steals what little dietary willpower I possess; The fact that pink water lakes even exist is just further proof that science is awesome; Speaking of nostalgia, I am not at all ashamed to admit I still have--and wear--one of these
It happened; I caved: I am now one of those annoying people who insists on capturing life’s most mundane moments through the hazy lens of the Valencia filter. Follow @thestylesample on Instagram for random food/fashion/cat photos.
There comes a time in every woman’s life when she has to make a difficult choice. A choice that may be controversial, a choice that not everyone will agree with or understand--but as Cher Horowitz once said, it’s a personal choice every woman has got to make for herself: The choice to wear clear heels. Vintage lucite heels from Atomic Number 10 Now see, I know what you’re thinking. But hear me out: they’re VINTAGE clear heels, not
I love the boldness of heels with shiny silver ankle cuffs; Andre is a trip and a half, but his one-liners and ostentatious capes never fail to amuse; My hyper-organized side is seriously coveting this checklist stamp; The cover of Nabokov’s Lolita gets a lacy type treatment; A pop of yellow in a neutral room seems just right; This still life is so calm and lovely that it makes me want to (try to) do