March 29, 2010

He didn't even go to class, Bueller.

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Reading MyScoop's recent article on Sloane Peterson's style was a reminder that Matthew Broderick accounts for approximately half the reason I will always stop channel-suffering if Ferris Bueller's Day Off is on.

The other 50%? Effortlessly cool Sloan Peterson and her Ray Ban's.
Duh. Girl crush since age 10.

<--Proof the cool kids didn't have to wear neon in '86. Photo courtesy of ShopStyle.

Like any good journalism major, I Googled her. Findings? She has a real name (Mia, they claim), everyone wants that jacket, and then I found this article. Which I shall hence regurgitate here because it's funny:

THE GUIDE TO BEING SO CHOICE aka "How Sloane Peterson from Ferris Bueller’s Day Off Taught me how to be an Awesome Girlfriend."

Get along with his friends. If you don’t get along with his friends you are done. seriously. That is number 1. Even if you think his friends are uptight weirdos or hypochondriac freaks, HEY, he is friends with them for a reason, so cut the crap. You’ve probably got some weird friends too...

Rein him in, but only when necessary. You are his girlfriend, not his mother. If he wants to sing to the city on a giant float, let him do it. He’s a big man and he can deal with the consequences. You can nicely remind him, Look, if you do that there might be trouble, but if you throw a b**** fit and give him the silent treatmeant you will look retarded when he has a new girlfriend on his arm from the impressive stunts he’s pulled.

Be funny. “He’s licking the glass and making obscene gestures with his hands.” Simple as that.

Be confident. Look, one of the reasons Ferris loved her was because she was cool and classy lady, she didn’t stress. She uttered the words and believed “He’s gonna marry me.” She probably knows if her boyfriend was running through a backyard and saw 2 girls tanning he probably would stop and say hello, but she also knows that he would spend hours of stress and risk his neck to get her out of school to just see her. Relax. You have him. He’s not going anywhere, and if he talks to other girls who cares--YOU are the one he wants to marry.

Say Eloquent S***. Did Sloane ever use the word “like” as much as you do in your daily conversation? No. Drop the habit that makes you seem like a dumb valley girl and trade it for stellar vocab terms like “warmth & compassion” and “devastatingly handsome.” Once you’ve mastered talking like an adult, you’ll be able to spew pearls of poetry like “The city looks so peaceful from up here…”

Pack lightly. Ever notice how tiny Sloane’s purse was? The bigger the purse, the lamer the girl. Its called baggage for a reason.

Be able to keep up with the boys. Hey, if you’ve got cramps, take a freggin' midol and strap in. You don’t ever wanna be the girlfriend who is a drag and never wants to go out. A girl who can say she cruised with the top down in a convertible, swung by the Stock Exchange, and took in a Cubs game all in one day, is sorta girl who you wanna keep around.

Look bad-a in a jacket with fringe. The End.

NYT Uncovers Tweeting Ballerinas

Photo courtesy of New York Times

It happens to every little dancer, about the time your foot can reach the high barre and you graduate from baby blue to sophisticated black strappy leotards: an obsession with true ballerinas.

For me, it began with a Darci Kistler autographed NYCB Swan Lake poster--a gift from Santa the same year I shredded "Ballerina: My Story" by Darci Kistler. (I also believe I morphed the book into a whopping two book reports in 3rd grade--holla. Mrs. Harrington loved me.) From then on, I was enthralled. Little boys with their sports stats memorized had their female match in me. Subscriptions to Pointe and Dance magazines arrived like clockwork. You knew that the Braves were the first MLB franchise to win the World Series in 3 different series, but I could tell you that Paloma Herrera came to ABT at the age of 15 in 1991. Riveting, I know.

Gone are the days when I could rattle off the principals at NYCB, ABT, SFB, Miami City Ballet, but thanks to Twitter--I can still stalk. This New York Times exposé  is making waves in the arts sphere today. "Poised and graceful in performances that you just know they're all belching, smoking, and cursing like construction workers backstage," says New York Magazine.

“Odette act II was ok today, mild foot cramps though. 
Yuck yuck. Onto odile. Going for evil sexy tonight;).”

Get it, @ashleybouder. You're as fun as @sn00ki and @lilwayne pre-tweet hiatus. Who do you stalk on Twitter?

March 17, 2010

I Have Decided You're One of My Kind

Clockwise: Bethany, Brooke, Caroline, Camilla, Becca, me

I often write about the chord of 6 of us. Can't help it, it's like the sand that keeps cropping up in all of my bags after 5 days of Spring Break. [Disclaimer: This is a positive comparison from a girl that purposefully didn't clean out Sullivan's Island sand from a Vineyard Vines bag. Diagnosis: Charleston withdrawals.] Some of us met as hyper 4-year-olds in swim lessons at Mrs. Vicki's house, but by tenth grade, we were a complete clique gabbing over lunch in the Trinity lunchroom. 

Care and Beth, courtesy of Brooke Glassford Photography :)

We're finishing up senior year at Samford and Auburn, and if anything, have just grown deeper in our friendship.

We may or may not have photo shoots.

Caroline emailed us this C.S. Lewis quote, borrowed from the Payne Street girls' blog in Auburn. Conclusions? 
A) I'm blessed. 
B) The man's got a way with words.
"In a perfect Friendship this Appreciative love is, I think, often so great and so firmly based that each member of the circle feels, in his secret heart, humbled before the rest. Sometimes he wonders what he is doing there among his betters. He is lucky beyond dessert to be in such company. Especially when the whole group is together; each bringing out all that is best, wisest, or funniest in all the others. Those are the golden sessions; when four or five of us after a hard day's walk have come to our inn; when our slippers are on, our feet spread out toward the blaze and our drinks are at our elbows; when the whole world, and something beyond the world, opens itself to our minds as we talk; and no one has any claim on or any responsibility for another, but all are freemen and equals as if we had first met an hour ago, while at the same time an Affection mellowed by the years enfolds us. Life--natural life--has no better gift to give. Who could have deserved it?"

- C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves

March 1, 2010

Get the Look: Nailhead Trim

Head over to The Love List to read the rest of my post...

Pedigree: Nailhead trim emerged under Louis XIII as in the late 1500's, he ushered in the French Country Style. The interior style is rooted in a cozy, understated look of rugged elegance, that has since morphed into a farmhouse full of natural details and rustic antiques. Think 6-foot handsome farm table on a glossy glazed tiles under a wood beam ceiling--you know, "roughing it."
Where it shows up now: Traditionally tracing the leather arms of chairs and ottomans, nailhead trim is more recently creatively used on chairs, headboards, and well, just about anything. 

Photos courtesy of DecorPad and Traditional Home

With a personality that runs the gamut from good 'ole boy clubhouse to glamorous art deco design, nailhead trim studs suit just about any taste and room.  
Photos courtesy of CasaSugar, House and Garden, La Dolce Vita, and Kelly and Olive.

Inspired yet? It's a look you can achieve yourself. Headboards are a cinch--they can be made from scratch, outline the edge of a chair, or create your own design on a chest...

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