"A Night At the Office"

Bonsoir! Comment allez-vous ce soir? I should be home working from home right now thank's to remote access, eating icecream. That, unfortunatly, is not going to happen. Someone "broke" "something" and dear yours is in her cubicle working from work. Now, it could be worse. Got me some mean Lean Cuisine, Honest Ade Pomegranate Blue, and good tunes going. Lately I have found myself getting into french hiphop. Although, not completely sure what they are rapping about, I am picking up on some (assumed) gangster rap. I have a feeling it's not about love and peace. 

If I do real well I will be out of here in an hour or two and home just in time for a episode of Hawaii Five and some well deserved Rocky Road icecream.

I will leave you with this little blue lover. Inspired by true Hawaii mode and dreams of Waikiki.

Aloha!

Please Don't, ??, and Yes Please

[Ed note: This post was written last night as the result from a long day at work followed by a glorious evening outside...enjoy]

As the number of candles on my birthday cake (slowly) increases, so is my amazment with certain concepts, food, and styles. Listed below are some of my "Please Don't", "??", and "Yes Please".

Please Don't and ??

"Hipsters" (quotation marks as "hipster" has many confusing definitions)

Extract from conversations with "hipster" friends through out the years:

"...I am sorry, I don't have PBR at home. Wine ok?...No, it's not organic or locally produced. It's from Spain...Carbon footprints?...ehm not sure. It doesn't say on the bottle..."

"...ehm..well, lets see if I got this right...you are not a "hipster", but according the definition you are...but you do not consider yourself a textbook hipster...ehm..ok...then what excactly are you? Oh, so you are a "hipster"?! Wait. I am confused..."
"...You hung out with Michelle Williams at your favorit organic, local produced, vegan, cafe in Brooklyn? Cool. Wasn't she part of that pop culture TV show long time ago? Wait..no, she was married to that hunk Heath Ledger right..."

"...no, my high heels are very comfortable thank you very much...No need to borrow your ergonomically correct footwear..."

Silence.

Of course I would never dream of telling my "hipster" friends that I poke fun of them when I am all alone. Thankfully, my "hipster" friends no longer discuss my fashion sense (read: wearing leather. Gasp!) or eating habits. So truce currently subsides. However, if I receive one more email about a vegan bag/shoe/accessory sale, things might change. 

Ill-fitted suits. Disaster. If I had a penny for every time I shook my head passing men wearing ill-fitted suits (topped off with a festive tie) there would be enough pennies for the new nickname Penny. Now, you may think that I am refering to slightly older silver foxes. I am not. We are talking 20-30ish something gents. Where are their good clothing sense? And if that does not exists, where are their stylists?!

It appears to be that in this city, men are either a) considering M J Fox aka "Back to the Future guy" as a style icon, or, B) they are unaware of their size. To you men who belong to category A, there is very little I can do. For the B category, let me let you in on a little secret. We (ladies that you want to impress) can not see the label from the outside, and can therefore not know what size you wear. Worried about xray vision? Take your size "L" suit to a tailor or have the store change that "M" to "L". Sigh.

American gravy. It's pretty much seethrough. Cringe. No thank you, I rather have my meat dry. Unless I would be awarded with a trophy and a $50,000 check from the X-Factory I see no reason for pouring it over my food. While we are on the topic, add American coffee to the list. If I wanted to see bottom of my cup of joe I would have had water.

Yes Please!



Open toe sandals from DVF. No explanation needed (see insert and image from last post and you will know why).

Americas Birthday. First of all, no one can look bad wearing red, blue, and white at the same time. Can't say the same for the Dutch. Looking good in Orange?! Yeah, try pulling that off. I tried, and tried, and tried, for the World Cup Soccer finals. Nope...still no go. Back to America's Bday. Part from you being already tanned and looking fly in your red, blue, and white, add activities such as lounging by a pool, playing games, eating hot dogs and indulge in sing-a-long to American Pie. Add fireworks and you have yourself a tri-fecta. 

Cherry Blossoms in D.C. Cherry blossoms everywhere! On the trees, in the air, your hair, on the streets... How divine. Add warm spring evenings, spring fashion, and everyone being happy. How I adore thee cherry blossoms. You bring joy to Washington D.C.



Celebrating America's Bday the right way!









No this is not Brett Michaels w/out hairextensions...

Oh Summer, Where Art Thou?

Dear Mrs Sun and Mr. Glorious Warmth.

It seems like you are taking an awful long time to arrive in Washington D.C. this year. Last year it was steady 65 °F (18°C) by now.

Part from it once again being pleasant outside, I want it to be warm so I get a chance to wear the lovely flowy dresses purchased while visiting Frida in Chi-town. Mmm...lovely, flowy, printed dresses, matched perfectly with these sandals from DVF. Since I am having problems settling on one color, I am tempted to not only purchase them in pink, but also yellow, and turquoise. During work meetings, I think about how much fun this summer will be. Sunday funday by the pool, rooftop BBQ's, and late summer swims in KK's rooftop pool. All while wearing flowy dresses, cute cut-off jean shorts with a silk Cami's, either outfit paired perfectly with these DVF sandals. Each pair of sandals matching the current color schemes in my wardrobe.

Mrs Sun, I promise not to complain about standing in line for iced coffee in 90 °F. Mr Warmth, my promise to you is to not cursing your name when having to consume my Popsicle in lighting speed, causing a brain freeze, to prevent it from melting. Pinkie swear. I will be much better this year, I won't even say something or sigh when the first burn on my sensitive skin appears. Or when my A/C bill spikes.

 

Please hurry up so I may wear open toe sandals without freezing my pinkie toe off.

Yours truly,

Inter[mode]

Attention please. Over here, no, over here, no, over here...

It's 9.40 PM on a Tuesday night and I am working. Accomponied by a glass of Oyster Bay, blue cheese, and CNN. It sure could be worse.

What is happening in Japan is slightly unreal and hard for me to comprehend. I see the footage on TV and I want to but I can't relate. How could you? A couple of minutes, that is all it took and life as they knew it was gone. Their homes, their possessions, and in many cases, their family...After we, the audience, has shaken our heads, prayed for the victims, we go back to our reality. To work, dropping off our kids at day care, discussing the Bachelor by the water cooler. Oh my, I can not believe he picked Emily....

It scares me how quickly focus can change. Just a couple of days ago, all focus was on Libya. Before that, Egypt, and before that the financial economic crisis. All "disasters" requiring, hogging if you like, world aid, attention, and coverage. How much can you mind take in? How many causes can you care for and discuss?

Will this disaster be different or will Japan only receive full world attention and aid, till next disaster, perhaps tomorrow, occurs? And in mean time, what will happen to the people fighting for reform in Libya?

The U.S. Fund for UNICEF is raising funds to help children in Japan impacted by the recent earthquake and tsunami.

You can help to. To donate visit their website by clicking here or visit (https://secure.unicefusa.org/site/Donation2?df_id=9640&9640.donation=form1)

Spring Is In The Air!




Spring is in the air mes cheres!

Walking home from work I saw buds on the trees. On another  note. Madly in love with these sunglasses (yes, with Mr X as well). Which one to pick. Gah!!! How can one concentrate when these beauties is only a few clicks away. Help me decide please.

Spring cleaning is a great way to purge yes?! Well, now there are additional benefits. Donate your "professional" attires that you no longer use to Dress for Success 

The weather outside is [fill in blank]

It's miserable outside. What is your weather like? Sitting on my couch wearing my most comfy grey boy shorts, tank top...also grey (laundry day) with my hair styled in true Sunday lioness style (another way of saying unbrushed, tangled, disheveled...take your pick)

I was hoping for a nice day out outside...perhaps a trip to Lou Lou's, Cafe au Lait with a croissant at Cafe La Bonne, checking out that new consignment shop on U street. Sigh. Instead I am going to watch Out of Africa and dream about one day owning my very own coffee plantation. Wearing this amazing outfit.

Now...where are those girlscout cookies?

Obsessions

This spring I am obsessing over a pair of R.M Williams boots. Unfortunately these goodies are not precisely within my budget. I have been pleading, and pleading, and pleading to Ms Money Penny, my sensible alter ego,  that these R.M. Williams boots are not, and therefore should not, be considered regular boots as much as a great investment. The same pleading helped secure a classic Burberry trench. As well as the beige Kors bag, which for the record, have saved me on many moody bag days.

To complete the look this spring I am yearning for this classic – the Barbour jacket. I can already feel the winds twirling my hair as I walk the country, complete with a Jack Russel…of course.