post-jamaica tales.

so pictures are up, presents have been given and my suitcase (obviously) remains packed. maybe I'm tricking myself that I'll go on vacation sooner than expected. which is silly because I go to LA in february, only a matter of weeks. anyway, jamaica was wonderful and beautiful and so much fun. I look like a 6 year old with my hair braided which is no problem simply because I thoroughly enjoy looking like a 6 year old. no lie.

lots going on this week, considering I just got home yesterday night. I was supposed to help interview for macaulay, but...I was tired and couldn't access the google spreadsheat, therefore I canceled. spent today lounging, phone interview tomorrow then work, then try-out day with a fashion company in soho...yeesh.

speaking of fashion, I didn't post my favorites for spring/summer rtw 2011. obviously (really, obviously) there was bcbg max azria coming in at number one with their lovely color palette, and interesting shapes, flowy & billowing fabrics and minimalistic loveliness. vena cava was also (surprisingly) beautiful and much more tame than usual. their neutrals were a little darker than bcbg's but that's only normal of vena cava, which goes for an edgier, bolder look. and I found this designer I hadn't really looked at before, rachel comey who was WONDERFUL. like when I say fantastic I really mean fantastic. great shapes, great fabrics, great patterns, great colors, great line. such a good updated 50's look to everything she did I couldn't NOT love it more.

my bcbg max azria favorites:












and then my vena cava favorites:












okay and then last but certainly not least, rachel comey:












remember: crop tops are huge and long skirts are in -- short on top, long on bottom!

staycation...for now.

well, vacation is fun. what a boring sentence. knowing myself, vacation is never just sitting on my ass (I'm no good at that) so I've been working the two jobs and reading reading reading. I need more. confession time: after reading eat pray love, I've been wanting to take a yoga class so when my friend rachel suggested we go to one, I jumped at the opportunity. now, yoga is very good for you mind and body, I don't dispute that, but I swear I cannot get myself to stop laughing when I hear people making funny breathing noises. I get that that's what you're supposed to do, but it's just too funny. I'm sitting back there breathing normally and this woman in the front was busy orgasming. am I missing something about yoga? either that or I know how to continue breathing while contorting myself into really odd poses.

so I'm busy baking cookies and trying out yoga. some new things, some old things. that seems like a pretty happy new year to me.