Return of Disco

What I’m Listening to: Sultans of Swing by Dire Straits

I have a love/hate relationship with sequins. 

This has mostly to do with the fact that in my experience they fall off, get bent and after approximately half of one wear the dress doesn’t look the same as when you put it on. (Which is probably my fault for being rough on clothes but whatever). However, against my prior judgements when I saw this dress I knew we were meant to be. I am so glad I did because it is so much fun to wear! It legitimately reflects light like some kind of colorful disco ball, (which I personally view as a plus to any garment). Stay groovy! (I’ll stop now) 

 

Peace (out), 

Kathleen-June

All Laced Up

What I’m Listening to: These Boots are Made for Walkin’ by Nancy Sinatra

Aaaand just like that it’s summer. Maybe not according to the stars or the calendar but if you ask me 78 degrees is at least 10 degrees over the spring standard. Anyway, it was the perfect temperature to go downtown (and wear this adorable new top from one of my favorite brands, Reformation). 

(Ps. Fun fact: The bowls and the beads were both imported from Greece) 

Peace,

Kathleen-June

A Capital Brunch 

What I’m Listening To: Just Let Me Cry by Lesley Gore

I know what you’re thinking, so yes, the title is a pun. I went to the Capital Hotel here in the state capital to have brunch (I’ll give you a minute to allow my mastery of both the English language and puns sink in). It was amazing, I got the biscuits and gravy which were delicious. (And aren’t those tiny jam jars the cutest?) Anyway, it’s also abruptly turned rather summer-ish, so time to stop pretending the 50 degree lows were cold enough to warrant a wool coat I suppose. Instead, I’m breaking out the sandals, jean shorts and summer tops early this year because I enjoy tempting the weather to smite me for my hubris. (It’s supposed to be back in the 50s by Wednesday.) C’est la guerre! 

Peace,

Kick

Bows, Flounces, and Ruffles! Oh My!

What I’m Listening to: Naive by The Kooks

Happy Valentine’s Day! Someone once told me you shouldn’t wear themed clothing for holidays, but as anyone who’s read my blog before knows, I clearly didn’t listen to them. It’s Valentine’s Day, so I’m wearing pink, red, bows, ruffles, sequins, and flounces, all in one fluffy frock (this dress legit has it all). Of course, I can’t totally abandon my grunge roots, so I accessorized with my Dr. Marten’s Mary Janes.

Peace (and PSAs against those candy hearts),

Kick

Blueberry Picking + Cobbler

What I’m listening to: He’s a Rebel by The Crystals

It’s June. That means the beginning of summer, avoiding your third cousin’s wedding invite, and of course, blueberry season. I’ve gone u-picking for years, but for the non-hippie children in the back I’ll elaborate. Basically it means you drive out to a farm and spend a couple hours battling bugs, heat and the odd small animal for the right to search for blueberries you could buy at Kroger. Except that u-pick blueberries will be the most amazing blueberries you’ve ever had. The endless piles of berries that you heaped in your plastic bucket will be gone within a matter of days (they make the most amazing desserts). So anyways, here is my absolutely factual recipe for blueberry cobbler, from farm to table. (And yes, you are allowed to punch me for saying something so pretentious.) 

First step is to find your local u-pick place. They’ll give you a bucket, and off you go. If the blueberries are ripe they’ll be indigo and almost fall off the branch. 

(If they look like the berries shown above, move along, they’re not ready.)

 Now that you’ve picked all those blueberries, take a well deserved break. After all, you just did hard labor your great-grandparents would have considered a vacation. Now you’re ready to go home and make your cobbler. Here’s what you’ll need: 

1 casserole dish 

1/2 cup butter

1 cup self-rising flour

1 cup white sugar

1 cup milk

3 cups blueberries

First, melt the butter and pour it into the casserole dish.

Next, mix the flour, sugar and milk together in a separate bowl. 

 Once it looks like the above picture, pour it directly onto the butter. DO NOT MIX! 

 It should now look like this. Pat yourself on the back, you’re almost done. Now dump the blueberries on top of everything. (Yes, on top. And don’t even think about mixing it.)

 Throw it (not literally) into the oven at 350 for an hour. 

All done! Top with ice cream (I know, I know, I’m betraying my Georgia roots but ice cream beats whipped cream any day of the week in my book.) 

 And enjoy! Seriously though, just to give you an idea of how many blueberries were picked here’s a bonus picture. 

 I’m gonna go eat cobbler. 

Peace

KJ

Lipstick + Plaid

What I’m listening to: Limetown, Episode 3: Napoleon 

Well, it’s for reals the “Holiday Season” now. Which means pie, gingerbread, and those weird ribbon candies no one who doesn’t remember when California wasn’t a state likes (September 9, 1850 btw). So what’s a better coat for the season than the ever-flattering swing coat? Especially this one in such a cheery plaid! (Did that sound appropriately fashion blogger-y? I feel like yes.) The other thing I’m loving is this nude Yves Saint Laurent lipstick (this one is #22). It works great, especially in the cold, because it hydrates and protects your lips. Kind of like a grown up version of my favorite lip balm of all time Baby Lips. Alas, I must now wrap this post up, somewhere in the world someone is unwittingly purchasing ribbon candy and I must warn them before it’s too late. 

     
      
 

Peace, 

KJ 

Jacket: ChicWish 

Jeans: Blank NYC

Ankle boots: Nine West

6 Last Minute Gift Ideas

I see you, looking around the CVS frantically, looking for literally anything that you could give as a gift. It’s Christmas Eve, and you, my friend, have blown it. You look at Pinterest, hoping for an idea that will make a set of Easter salt shakers from the discount rack seem legit. Instead, you are greeted by suggestions of hand stitched gloves and lovingly crafted quilts. After it becomes clear that when bloggers say “last minute” they mean “the only gift you didn’t start on before the Clinton administration” you fall to your knees in defeat, taking the fruitcake display with you. The clerk at the front is not amused, as you’ve disrupted her glove stitching. Here are 6 actual ideas for last minute gifts. I found all of these items at the CVS, including gift wrap, so you can do this too. (Trust me.)

6. For Your Hipster Friend

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5. For a Kid

/home/wpcom/public_html/wp-content/blogs.dir/3ce/69170665/files/2014/12/img_1187.jpg So you drew a kid cousin in your family’s gift exchange. That’s great, because kids don’t know how much things cost and if it’s a giant candy bar, they don’t care. Sure, their parents might hate you, but look, you’re Christmas shopping in a store that’s most famous for having convenient flu shots. Now is not the time to worry about whether your Aunt Julie will invite you to her 4th of July party. Buy the kid the candy bar and move on.

4. For the Coworker you Know Nothing About

/home/wpcom/public_html/wp-content/blogs.dir/3ce/69170665/files/2014/12/img_1189.jpg You probably picked this dude’s name for your office’s secret Santa. At least I hope you did, because otherwise, why are you buying this guy a present? A blanket is a decent gift, everyone can use one, it’s inoffensive and probably under whatever the secret Santa price limit is. Just spell the dude’s name right on the tag.

3. For the “Basic” Friend

/home/wpcom/public_html/wp-content/blogs.dir/3ce/69170665/files/2014/12/img_1186.jpgPretty much every girl like nail polish. This is the safe gift, especially for the friend who likes J. Crew and the Bachelor. Essie is nice stuff, and it’s safe to give to anyone. Just customize the color to the person. Like flower language, but with paint. I actually like this one and have given it as a non-last minute gift.

2. For the Superior You Have to Buy Something For

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Anyway, a candle is sort of like the blanket in the fact that it’s inoffensive, everyone can use it, but it seems nicer than the blanket. Just make sure you smell it.

1. For the Old Relative Who Complains About Their Joints All the Time

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****Bonus Round: Gift Wrap****

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/home/wpcom/public_html/wp-content/blogs.dir/3ce/69170665/files/2014/12/img_1177.jpg This is pretty much all of the coolest gift wrap I could find. I would put the bow on whatever I wrapped the gift it, whether that be one of those bags or some wrapping paper.
It’s time to wrap up this post, the cashier has put down the gloves and is coming towards me. Time to pay for the fruitcakes and never ever return.
KJ