Cats on a Dress

What I’m Listening to: Wish I Knew You by The Revivalists

First off, I know. Isn’t it amazing? A timelessly romantic silhouette, ready to sink into the river à la Ophelia but with bold graphic script and photo printed kittens to make it exactly the sort of statement piece I love. This kind of dress needs an equally trendy shoe, so my Ash platforms give me that fashion feel (and the height I love, fight me I like being extra-tall).Peace,

KJ

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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