
There goes the fear.
[Daughters of the Revolution dress + Yoox cropped contour sweater (Anthro) + Kors boots + vintage Squash blossom necklace.] So here I am sitting on the porch. Feeling present. There’s a crew of guys repairing a roof from Irene across the way, tree tops are looking a little singed with fall colors, the downy furs [...]
So you want to be a rock ‘n’ roll star.
[Pilcro & The Letterpress cords (Anthropologie) + vintage Key West t-shirt + vintage squash blossom + Jeffrey Campbell fringed booties. Photos courtesy Lizzie Oglesby!] Noted while riding bike this morning down Monument Avenue: old man on sidewalk with hands in pockets, standing stock still, surveying successful set up of sprinkler unit jackhammering away in his [...]
Urban feline knievel.
[First brisk walk of season in giant bell bottom corduroys that collected all manner of leaves and twigs.] Everyone told me I’d adjust to it, and I certainly have. I’m always better at having conversations with myself, or via a keyboard (I’m thinking of an ex, TA, who once mused, “I wonder if you ever [...]
The 36th patch.
["And that's why... the American Indian is responsible for the turquoise jewelry movement."] Legitimately, my first exposure to the squash blossom necklace. Don’t doubt the photographic memory of an impressionable middle schooler! Oddly enough, I remember scenes of this movie as vividly as I do my dad saying to my mom, “Cami, she’s not going [...]
I can tell by the way you dress.
[Quite possibly admiring my own reflection mid-photo in a Mara Hoffman caftan + Sam Edelman booties.] While today might arguably have been my last actual summer day (looming job obligations, 73 degrees, sun, and a bathing suit top), the actual end of summer was a couple of weeks ago. So says the calendar. And I [...]
Human hanger.
Last week, I walked the runwizzle at our local Anthropologie to show off some fall stuff. It was fun, rivaled the GAW runway show, and I learned I don’t change clothes very quickly. Here are some lame iPhone photos of my looks: [My favorite look: long-on-long navy mohair sweater, cami, silk skirt, and leather bow [...]
Brace yourself for the things you want.
[Anthropologie silk lingerie top, amethyst geode necklace + DVF belt + Free People shorts + J.Crew cardigan + J.Crew socks + Golden Goose Charlye boots.] I love the phrase “Careful what you wish for.” It always gets my goat. No, really—I can handle what I wished for. I’m stubborn if nothing else. Now, if someone [...]
Getting lost dans le metro.
[Nightcap jacket + Rebecca Taylor shorts + vintage squash blossom necklace + Sam Edelman booties.] Oooff! Sorry dudes… I can be a real downer when the mood calls for it. I scared you out of commenting! But if you’d had as much trouble sleeping as I have the last week—on top of making some big [...]
More is more than you can take.
[Hy & Dot kimono jacket from Pink in Richmond + Loeffler Randall shorts + Burberry heels] Lately my brain has been stopping and starting, like a desk covered in curled Post-Its with zero connectivity, relevance, or chance of germination. Under monuments to heros/men saw horrors I could never imagine/honor their past and draw from their [...]
Hang on to the things you’re supposed to say.
Listen, I wouldn’t normally do this to you. But I have a point to prove! It wasn’t even 4 days ago when Rob, Mary and I were sitting in New York Deli, munching sandwiches in (exhausted) silence, facing Cary Street and watching the passersby. To alleviate the immediate need for conversation (seriously, so exhausted), we [...]
Is there concrete all around, or is it in my head?
[Backporch loitering, waiting for the hotdogs to cook up: J.Crew vintage linen tee + True Religion shorts + by Malene Birger key pendant necklace + Club Monaco earrings + Michael Kors huaraches.] Part cat escape narrative + part jewelry post + part recipe. I’d advise you just scroll down to the part about the hotdogs. [...]
Navajo caftan jacket.
[Navajo drape cardigan, Nasty Gal, $88.] Fall, fall, fall. This is coming with me to the sort of dingy outside porch of Buddy’s for draft beers in September—with moccasins, black leather panel leggings, and a t-shirt. Yup. Then I’ll comb its hair and brush its little plastic baby teeth, and hold it while I fall [...]






