June 19, 2012 § Leave a comment
It’s a regular Mayberry up in this piece.
Weekends in this town are jammed with activities. I’m actually having difficulty keeping pace. Recent hot F-Town action includes but is not limited to the annual Vintage Power Wagon Rally. One weekend a year enthusiasts rumble into town in a cloud of diesel smoke and lift their hoods. This particular event was the 25th anniversary, and there were some beauts. Golly these things are cool.
A while ago, before I moved actually, I spotted this little number in town and had to snap some pics as I’d never seen one before. Built on a Chevy Astro chassis, this conversion van is called a Tiger.
So, last weekend, Dad and I were on a break from working on the house, when we saw this kitty in the parking lot of the local health food store and boom – “For Sale” in the window. The owner saw us peering in the windows, and let us have a look inside!!
So cute! That little toilet area has a drain and a shower. It’s got all the practical goodies and a ladder on the back. I love a ladder on the back of anything. Here’s Tiger with the top popped.
And a bike rack. Pretty Sweet.
Meanwhile, All Things Italian took over the square. This thing is big. Not even some of the heaviest rainstorms and strongest wind the town has seen in a while could stop the force of nature that is The Society Of Fairfield Italian Americans.
S.O.F.I.A. was not going to take no for an answer and they put on quite the event regardless of the weather. I didn’t really get great pics, but the whole town was out and there was a lot of dancing, entertainment and food. Area business stay open late and serve you pizza, tiramisu and cannoli, like The At Home Store, a lovely Fairfield Institution.
June 13, 2012 § Leave a comment
Are you there God? It’s me, Miss Arrow.
I finally figured out what I want more than a Peaches ‘n Cream Barbie… Yeah, I know. Instead of MTV Cribs, Imagine if Pitchfork did “Pitchfork Cribs”. This is what that shizzle would look like; Kinda reminds me of that Bon Iver Erotica tumblr.
February 13, 2012 § 2 Comments
Pink as the sheets that we lay on, Pink, it’s my favorite crayon.
I often notice during my interneting that Real Blogs do these things called “Round Ups” where they show a bunch of pictures of stuff with a theme. I can totally do that. Behold! The Pink Post.
Pink is a fickle beast. I had a bathroom in Brooklyn covered in pink tile with black accent pieces. Blech. Call it “Brigitte Bardot’s Lolita Pedophile Powder Room.” At first I hated it, but, refusing to be beaten, I joined that pink tile, and by painting the remaining wall area AND the ceiling pink among other things, I made that parlor floor bathroom my interior design bitch.
All of that extremely important information being said, I’ve been noticing that I actually like pink, dammit. I am especially digging it when it’s bordering on florescence and occasionally veering towards salmon. Bitty accents in a white room certainly tickle my fancy.
Okay maybe that last one isn’t quite pink, but it seems to be in the same zone somehow. Check out my lovely friends Maureen and Trish’s rugs available through their most triumphant company Domestic Construction. I have been wanting to work these babies into a post since I first clapped eyes on them months ago, they are just so darn cool – “each mat is digitally dyed with an original hand cut paper design from the girls” – Word.
I have a treasured DIY light fixture that these lovely ladies gave to me when I was having a particularly stressful day. Pro Tip; act sad or bummed around artist friends so they will give you awesome stuff to cheer you up. Speaking of lighting (Whoa! Way to Segue!) Check out this cutie pie seahorse at Hotel Basico in Playa Del Carmen, Mexico.
I’m putting these up just cuz I likey. It’s a “Round Up”, okay, it doesn’t have to make sense, just be pink, sort of.
Besos a El Culto De Jem,
December 29, 2011 § 3 Comments
Lodge Chic. Camp Style. Native Motif. Logger Wear.
There’s a pretty large obsession with all things vaguely Native American or Northwestern looking going around these days. I am not immune. I wear an obscene amount of plaid. It all culminates for me in Pendleton. Pendleton Woolen Mills produced its first wool blanket in 1909 at their mill in Pendleton, Oregon. Fair enough. In 1923 they produced the country’s first “men’s wool plaid shirt” – although I imagine that women were fully capable of wearing them. Over the years, Pendleton expanded its line of apparel and home goods to include iconic plaid wool skirts, the “ ’49er ” jacket and of course, the most awesome and beauteous National Park Blankets.
Here is the glorious Glacier National Park blanket in action:
You can get them with a carrier strap, for when you need to make sure it’s securely strapped to your saddle, or your Royal Enfield WWII re-issue motorcycle, etc. But if you aren’t paying attention, watch out, because this;
Can turn into this;
Apparently their Pendleton attacked them in their sleep and has formed a protective shell. I know it’s popular, but I really feel this whole idea is best left to those with the appropriate heritage. You know who you are. Otherwise, in my opinion, it just looks a teensy bit over the top. (Update – I found out who makes these coats and I have to say I really enjoy their collection on the whole. After all, people should just wear what they feel the best in. I saw a scarf tonight at a friend’s house that’s to die for. They have shops in these cities.) Pendleton has done some nice collaborations with Opening Ceremony and Urban Outfitters. I prefer it when used for home goods, like this total bodaciousness;
I’m sure I could use all of these somewhere. Sigh. These beauties are from the etsy shop indian vs indian which gives its location as being in, where else, Portland, OR. Do you know what it is to covet, Clarice? Because I covet all 250+ items listed there. A good Pendlton blanket for your bed or sofa is still my first love. Did I mention they’re reversible? Note the upper right-hand corner.If you are in the Portland area, you can be a lucky bastard and go to the Pendleton Factory Outlet in Washougal, WA. Behold;
Oh God it hurts. The sale signs mock me. It comes by the bolt. Ugh. I’m a covetous puddle.
December 24, 2011 § 1 Comment
‘Tis the Season of Listing.
I can’t afford any of the things listed here. That doesn’t stop them from being awesome. You may be saying to yourself that perhaps this list comes a little late? Ok, yeah. You’re right. Now let’s move on;
1. No it’s not a lump of coal, its an (Irony Alert!) $85 piggy bank. It’s covered in chalkboard paint! It has a cork snout! I lurve it.
2. If wishes were dreams, every boy and girl would get these magic music items from Phila Audio Corporation for Kwanzchanukahmastide. These are probably the most beautiful turntables I have ever seen.
That’s right, you too can be fabulously modern, immaculate, intellectual looking and streamlined whilst making your own wine. Ooooohhhh, so organized…Things like this make me way too happy. Actually, I’m sorry to report that I don’t know if you can buy this anywhere. I believe it was a student project and I can’t remember where I found it. Bad, I know. In the reality I inhabit, far from spotless syke walls and studio lighting, I would probably just make a huge mess. My cat would certainly massacre this thing, and there would be wine stains everywhere for ever and ever Hallelujah.
Lastly, (4.) There’s this super cool and quite practical bike shelf from Knife & Saw. It will, however, fall out of the wall and spontaneously combust if you try to put anything other than a fixed gear on it. Natch.
Happy Holiday to all.
December 17, 2011 § Leave a comment
Opening Ceremony is cooler than you.
Iowa is cold, and it’s almost Christmas. Or as I used to know it in NYC, Holiday. So naturally I’m wishing I was strolling through some Anasazi ruins in these perfecto print espadrilles from Soludos available for a reasonable amount of de neiro at Opening Ceremony. Look at the delicious print! Can’t get enough of the Navajo/Native American type stuff lately. Or is it Kilim? Don’t really care as long as i can put my foot in it. Heh.
As long as I am in cold climate denial, and on a completely season inappropriate Opening Ceremony shopping spree (yes, two items is a spree in my spendthrift reality) I might as well get this darling little one-piece;
I wonder if they would honor my request to make sure the particular suit sent to my door didn’t have the lovely crotch flower. Little much.
I have mixed feelings about Opening Ceremony. It’s the type of establishment people love to hate on, because it can come across as pretty darn snooty. It has a DIY cool kids clique-y lunch table vibe with a 5th avenue price point – all of which makes me feel embarrassed and somehow shamed. Perhaps this uncomfortable ego/id stew is a large part of why people have so much Hipster Loathing? However, if I’m being honest, I have to admit that if I found anything they sell at some place a little less in your face cool (Chloe Sevigny just designed a line for them for Jeebus sake) I would buy it and feel great. But hey! It’s pretty! And Good Lord why am I taking shopping so seriously!??!?! So The End. =—>