Style

A couple of years back, I was asked by a Baltimore Sun journalist how I would describe my "style", or what my style "was". I don't even remember what sort of nerve-induced explanation I spouted out to her, as if I knew at all. Though I AM sure I did not use the word "eclectic"- LORD, do I cringe at the sound of that word in reference to someone's own image. There is no "style" more overdone and unoriginal. Being such, it has acquired this watered down, muddied meaning. Surely not as many people who claim to be "eclectic" actually are eclectic, because then there really wouldn't be any eclecticism alive in fashion or pop culture today- since it's very meaning is a derivative of ideals, styles, and tastes.

...I digress.

I have no idea what I said to this journalist and was rather surprised I was being interviewed in the first place considering it had been one of those days when I had been late to work, thrown on the first thing I saw, along with a long string of pearls and some painted on lipstick. I had scurried out the door with my hair slightly messy in shoes that had hair color stains on them that happened to fall meticulously in a way that allowed them to pass for art. I hadn't showered, had been out the night before and probably smelled like my bar tab, and had a general feeling of urgency in my step as I tried to compensate for what, by my standards, was a poor appearance.

And so, I was feeling a bit baffled by this conversation about my style.

As I've reflected on this experience, I probably should have said something like this:

If I had it my way, I would have enough time (and money) to take a morning bath in lavender-mint bath pearls or else spritz myself with Chanel No.5 as I powder my nose at my vanity mirror adorned with jewels and pearls still in my soft snow-white bath robe, getting up to shop my closet for the outfit that suits me just right that day. Some days, I have enough time to do these things. (Minus the vanity- I don't have one of those, but add it to such a dream scenario because I have always wanted one)

Instead, I usually throw on whatever is the most accessible and the most comfortable, even though that is far less glamorous than most people think of when they think of "style". Also, I am 23 years old and live very modestly, so I must be careful and precise with how I spend money. So, I instead place emphasis on functionality and little details, like a bright red lip or a petite braid in my hair that lends a mysterious touch. I like to off-balance things. If I'm wearing a dress, I'll wear it with my motorcycle boots simply because I find them to be more suitable for my lifestyle- I do a lot of walking, and I don't like to be uncomfortable. Having a wardrobe of things that fit well, along with a few pieces of trends you're daring to try (which is what I usually skimp on, since they are always changing), and a collection of inventive, unique accessories. Or else, the makeup. Bold lips always save an otherwise unimpressionable outfit.

I like not to be rushed in life in general. But that's why my style is so good for me. It's all in the little things, just like life.

A couple of my favorite Fall '11 Trends:

Oriental- The key to making this wearable is subtlety. The nude tones paired with the striped kimono of the same, but varied tone, keeps the outfit focused and streamlined, while the orchid hair accessory allows a fun pop of color.

Burnt Colors- My favorite is burnt orange/yellow, like a mustard color. Many people don't like it or simply can't quite wear it. I remember reading Janie Bryant's book "The Fashion File", and Elisabeth Moss (who plays Peggy on Mad Men) remarked that Janie always put her in the color mustard. "Every time I see that color, I groan and we fight." Her aversion aside, the mustard suited her fair skin, ash-blonde hair, muted pink lips, and blue eyes perfectly. Nevertheless, there are many burnt colors that can fit every skin-tone. Considering "bright" is a positive word this season, a burnt red is a color that looks great on just about everyone.

On another note, I spent some time over the weekend playing around with my calligraphy pens and watercolor crayons. Super fun:

Today I made a decision:

I am throwing away my toothpaste.

After spending an afternoon reading article after article on the dangers of fluoride, I made my first proactive lifestyle decision.

Before you go spouting off about the possibility that I may just be paranoid, or gullible, or simply ridiculous for making such a big deal over a substance that has been in our drinking water since before I was born, let me assure you that I have done everything in my power to ever avoid giving up my Crest toothpaste for Tom's, simply because it tastes better and leaves my mouth feeling cleaner.

I do not enjoy finding out that I'll have to change up my routine (even if it's a matter as simple as brushing my teeth) because, Oops, sorry folks! We -the people in charge of your public health- "forgot" to tell you that fluoride causes long term health effects such as bone disease, brain damage, endocrine problems, kidney problems, and cancer, while also having little to no positive impact on teeth, and, in excessive amounts- actually damaging them.

In addition, I'll definitely be drinking as much purified water as I can. Though, many plastics and packaging also contain fluoride. It's pretty distasteful that it's impossible to get away from completely.

I even found an article in which scientists were discussing the possibility of adding lithium to our water, claiming that it decreases suicides, even though it's only a thousandth of the minimum pharmaceutical dose!

What's wrong with good old H2O? Do we really have to drug our water? Shouldn't we finally be getting to the root of the epidemic that causes people to need these drugs to begin with?

I won't preach much more about this, but if you're interested in knowing more about it, please visit Fluoridealert.org

This week, I'll be trying my hand at mixing up my own toothpaste. I'm rather excited, actually:

Coconut oil (natural antibacterial and antifungal, excellent for gums)

Baking soda (neutralizes acids that are at the root of tooth decay and absorbs odor)

Peppermint or Spearmint oil (optional, but as a fan of that fresh tingly feeling, I will definitely be using one of these)

Stevia (also optional)

Voila! I'll let ya know how all that pans out.

The upside to this is that I think this will push me to be more self-sufficient, and more DIY. I generally try to be aware of what is going on around me. Sometimes though, in fact, most of the time, awareness is not enough. I don't know why I chose to start with my toothpaste, but this is the birth of a more proactive me.

I think that is something to be proud of. :]

Still waiting for some feedback on all these stressors!

I know you are all probably real busy with work and/or heading back to school or feeding your dog and whatever else... but if you get a chance, shoot me an email or comment. You could even rant a bit if you want to, I'm an excellent listener, and have a knack for with-holding judgement, as well as keeping things private. I'd just like to gain insight into what keeps people from actually going crazy. Or if it is rather crazy of a person not to go crazy in the society we live in. There's a whole sloo of questions that will come from this question alone, which I think is entirely important at this point in time. Puh-lease get at me.

To end this entry on a much lighter note, here are some things I've been looking at lately:

My hunger for another tattoo is growing stronger with every moment I stare at this last photo.

What a day, what a day...

The hard drive on my computer decided to crash last night.

After a frustrating morning of my own attempts at playing Mrs. fix-it, I finally bit the bullet and took the poor thing over to the apple store. $180 later, I had a new hard-drive. I'm not complaining about the price because I was expecting it to be around 400 or 500 given it was no longer under warranty- but, alas, there was a bit of silver lining to this whole technological disaster.

Took a shower and pulled a clump of hair about the size of a date out of my head.

Alarming.

I've always shed quite a bit- but not like this.

Why is my hair falling out?

Naturally, like any good hypochondriac, I consulted webmd.

Alopecia. Hypopituitarism. Or just good old fashioned hair loss.

I suppose a typical reaction to the amount of hair I've been losing- especially for a young woman- would be to cry. And I definitely have felt at moments that I wanted to.

But, I remind myself, it's still just hair: at least you aren't going blind or deaf and have all your limbs.

There are always wigs.

Then again, I'm getting way ahead of myself assuming I'll be losing all my hair, or even a noticeable amount.

Either way though, I'm losing a considerable amount and it's quite mysterious.

I alerted my boss, who is a hairstylist, and I went in to get a small trim.

She seemed to think it was all due to stress.

I didn't know whether that was good or bad news.

How does one manage stress in modern day America?

My therapist has spent the whole summer dishing out advice on this very thing. (A bonafied gem of a lady, btw.)

But still, I am bonded ever-more deeply, no matter how good I've become at appearing collected, at harboring a category 5 hurricane inside me.

I won't spend the entire entry trying to convince all of you that my stress levels are exceptionally greater than anyone else's, or more valid; they aren't.

Rather, I'd really like to know, what is everyone's number one stressor, and number one way of relieving stress?

I know it's a rather vague question with perhaps some very obvious answers, but that's sort of the point.

You can comment here, email, or twitter. (Email: loveseablog@gmail.com)

Be honest! I think it would be interesting, and maybe helpful to know, even though obviously we are all different and experience and deal with things in our own ways, what the common ground is, why, and how it can be changed.

Surely, life doesn't have to be this complicated.

On another note, if my hair does decide to stop running away from me, I, for the first time in my life, have a hair goal. I know, it sounds silly, but a hair goal is just what I need to keep me from my spontaneous attraction to scissors. So, By George, do not let me cut my hair.

Oh, and Kate Moss got married.

Just stepping out of a vintage rolls royce, no big deal.

Love the wicker garden tea set, especially fond of the veil.

PS. I just realized this is the second post in 3 days that I've included pictures of Kate Moss. Rare occurrence.

charm city, city charm.

Did a little joiner of some old photos I took this past winter when I first got my Diana Mini. Need to start using it more and really get to know all of it's quirks. I've yet to master getting a full roll developed without 50% of the images (accidentally) being overlapped.

These were taken at a bar in Baltimore called Mt. Royal Tavern. I don't know what it is about little hole-in-the-wall places that are so charming and alluring. It's literally across the street from MICA (Maryland Institute College of Art, for those who are unfamiliar) and while in the evenings it attracts many a MICA student- apparently- I've only been there that late a couple of times- during the days it attracts the nuttiest, most hilarious, certifiably genius crowd of elders.

I love the electric blue bar top with coins etched into it (though many are mere wooden holes since, as one bartender puts it "those goddamn mica kids are always picking them out.")

I've met the most delightful people there- though I suppose most people are more delightful with a beer in hand... but some, can be just the opposite.

A handful of regulars who you quickly know by name, greet you as you walk in the door, and everyone is there to laugh, share stories, and have a good time.

It also has an especially awesome juke box selection. Patsy Cline, mhm.

One man, who was probably pushing late 80's if I remember correctly, teeth missing, hearing impaired, memory lacking, spent an afternoon telling me about his time in the military, his time living in Spain, his love of bull-fights, and how he should have married the woman he fell in love with there.

(He was never married.)

It's rare for moments like that to find you. The ones when you're in the right place at the right time, and there's someone next to you who's willing to tell you the story of their life.

I suppose his age probably had a lot to do with it. His son was there, and seemed a little less fascinated, I'm willing to bet he's heard those stories many times.

But I really enjoy the wisdom and pictures that those who've seen a lot more life than I have can offer me, especially if they're great story-tellers. I could see every last detail in my head, as he was explaining the food his girlfriend's family would cook, and feel the panic in my bones when he talked about bulls ramming into people.

I've tried to find a bar as charming in Houston, but have come to realize that every city has it's own unique charm, which is what makes those rarities so special.

I have a whole new place to explore, and I'm going to take more advantage of that.

On another note, I came across this today in Free People. I never thought I would admire Vanessa Hudgens' little sister's wardrobe but... I do. There, I said it.

by iain mckell

some of my favorite things:

thrifty bedside table, preview international patent leather stilettos (the only pair i own, they make me feel unstoppable), steve madden motorcycle boots, my slicky (if you know me well, you already know how special this is...i'll leave it at that ;]) perfume samples from my favorite fashion magazines, my journal, old family photographs, letters from jj accrocco on pretty stationary, the miseducation of lauryn hill, souvenir coco mango lotion from a nice hotel, taupe nail polish, scarlet nail polish, neroli jasmin perfum from the body shop, my $2 antique string of pearls, elf shimmering skin illuminator, the key string to my fan that i wear as a necklace, metal seashell necklace, denim vests, peppermint gum, floral print planner, my phone, quarters, zebra patterned tights, cream irridescent feaux leather wallet gifted by my friend carli, aviators, blank cds, mad men dvds, ernhest hemingway-the sun also rises, truman capote- breakfast at tiffanys (reading now, loving it more than the movie) jd salinger- franny and zooey, the diary of anne frank (i know, sort of a strange favorite, i've read it dozens of times), the trouble with angels vhs, tea light candle in cermic holder, diana mini camera, bottle of granacha, breakfast at tiffanys dvd, la vie en rose dvd, the way we were dvd, the first and only painting i've ever painted since elementary school (covered by books and dvds for good reason, but i really enjoyed making it)

it's strange to see all these things laid out on a tabletop smaller than my pillow, and to know how comforting all these things have been to me in the littlest ways.