Tuesday Tunes: Domino

My last iTunes receipt consisted of Christmas songs, showtunes and music from Glee. That, my friends, pretty much sums up my musical taste.

I’m a pop girl through and through.

This week’s obsession? Jessie J’s Domino. If Katy Perry, Rihanna and Nicki Minaj had a baby, it would be Jessie J.


Leggings Are Not Pants, Or Are They?

I have a problem.

I once declared “leggings are NOT pants!” I refused to believe that this leggings as pants fad would last. I wanted to start leggingsarenotpants.com but it was taken. By a documentary filmmaker. No joke.

I told everyone I knew that leggings as pants was a horrible idea and it should be stopped.

Now, a short two years later, leggings are no longer just fad and all I want to do is wear leggings as pants! OK, not as pants pants but when I’m not at work, the first thing I want to put on my “riding pants.” They are from Forever 21 and the tag said “riding pants” but they are leggings.

I’m not entirely proud of this.

That’s my first problem.

The second?

My “riding pants” have seen better days and I fear I will never find the perfect pants leggings to replace them.

DIY Fail?

I’ve told you that I love chevron. I also love a good DIY project.

And by love I mean I like looking a before and after pictures of other people’s projects. However, I’ve been trying to become a little more DIY savvy and a few weeks ago, I attempted to create some chevron wall art for our apartment.

This is what I was trying to make (in blue and yellow):


This is what I ended up with:

The DIY project was impossible. The painters tape wouldn’t stick, the pattern was uneven (my fault), and I became frustrated rather quickly.

So I just painted the canvas. It was very therapeutic.

What you can’t see in my high-quality iPhone photo is that the canvases do have a nice texture and the colors are lighter or darker in some spots. I completely failed at what I intended my first DIY project to be but I’m pretty happy with how it turned out.

Manifesto For Life

By now, you’ve probably spotted the Holstee Manifesto somewhere on the internets. If not, you can find it here.

But why read it, when you can watch it?

Sometimes we all need a reminder to stop what we are doing and not just live our lives, but enjoy them and make the most of them. The Holstee Manifesto video certainly reminded me.

Cheese Me

There are few things I love more than cheese. Wine being one of them.

So imagine how thrilled I was when I scored a wine and cheese set from Brooklyn Slate on Fab.com a while back. I finally debuted it this weekend.

No special occasion, just some wine and cheese with Ben before dinner. I didn’t have any fun fancy cheese around but I had plenty of leftover cheeses from the week’s meals.

The best part about these cheese boards is the chalk that comes along with each board. I almost felt like I was at fancy wine bar, even without the fancy cheese.

Best Books

With a 45-minute train ride to and from work everyday, I’ve been starting to go through books like it’s my job (if only!). I’m pretty sure my friends and family are sick of me asking for recommendations.

Thankfully, I stumbled upon Daily Candy’s list “101 Books We Can’t Live Without.

Of the long list, I’ve only read 15 books so I’ve got plenty to keep me busy, and awake, during my commute.

A few at the top of my list:

  • Life of Pi
  • Never Let Me Go
  • Me Talk Pretty One Day
  • Special Topics in Calamity Physics
  • Art of Racing in the Rain
  • Year of Magical Thinking

Chevron Love

First it was stripes, followed briefly by polka dots and now, I’m jumping right on the chevron bandwagon. It’s just so lovely, don’t you think?

Currently, I’m obsessing over these two chevron dresses:

(left, right)

Lovely, indeed.





Life Saver

There are few things at which I am better than dropping a make-up compact and watching it shatter on the bathroom floor.

Seriously, I’m so good at it that I do it at least twice a week.

As I was putting my face on recently, I brushed the compact a little too hard, watched it slowly fall out of my hand, bounce off the counter, hit the ground and shatter EVERYWHERE.

Whomp whomp.

Or so I thought.

I salvaged as much as I could in the compact and left it to deal with until later. During my lunch break, I popped into Sephora with the intention of purchasing new bronzer. Instead I discovered this life saver:

Just pop your broken make-up in here and voila: broken bronzer, saved.