Monday, November 23, 2009

Procrastination for Fashion (it almost rhymes...)



Now I do not think of myself as a fashionista by any means, but I like to shop just as much as the next girl. I'm not sure if there is a name or an overall consistency to my fashion choices, but I do gravitate toward 50's-ish structured pieces and anything that involves creative draping or gathering. If I had to shop at 3 stores for the rest of my life, they would probably be places like Fossil, Anthropologie, and Levi's....classic, but with a creative twist. The reason you probably would have no idea that this would summarize my style is because 1) out of sheer laziness and comfort, I usually wear jeans and a sweatshirt and 2) because we have a tight budget so if I do purchase anything, it has to be extremely practical and can be worn in nearly any scenario. Sigh....






Well, the whole reason for this little story is because I have found a website that I love called ModCloth. They sell designs from independent and up and coming designers, and it is actually somewhat reasonable (it's no Target or T.J. Maxx, but it's also not as pricey as the previous stores I mentioned). They also sell 1 vintage piece everyday-it's pretty fun to see what they find. Here is their link: http://www.modcloth.com/.


And here's a sample of just a few of my favorites right now.







Sunday, November 15, 2009

Sunday nights

I kind of feel like blogging, but I have nothing really interesting to say or any fun pictures so I will just tell you a fact. Every Sunday night, no matter how cheesy it is or crazy Ty is, I almost ALWAYS get teary eyed (okay, sometimes a little more than that) watching Extreme Home Makeover. All I need to watch is the beginning and maybe even the end when they see their new house, but I tell ya, it never fails.

Have a wonderful week friends (or friend....or self..... depending on how many people read this)!

Until next time,
Kirsten

Monday, November 9, 2009

The return of fall

Apart from the 4th of July, fall is certainly the most Americana-esque time of the year. Something about it takes us back to the late 19th century farms of America, where all everyone ate was apple pie, and the women were happy to be plump:) I find that to be especially true in our neighborhood since we are surrounded by such historic homes. Here are pictures from our fall walk today in the neighborhood.

As a family scholar, I surely recognize the that this is an idealized image of the past, but I am amazed at its power in this season. I myself have had some serious nesting instincts the last couple of weeks. All I've wanted to do is bake, cook, make warm soups, drink apple cider, and decorate the house. I wish I had the time to actually do these things, but Pumpkin spice lattes will have to take the place of the various pumpkin baked goods I have dreamed of making in the past week (although a pie is in the near future). I try to ignore all of the Christmas stuff out already, because I like celebrating the Thanksgiving season first. Plus, it is strange to think about Christmas when I am still in flip flops (especially here in Minnesota- you know Christmas is nowhere near when you are able to wear flip flops and not get frostbite). So for the next few weeks I will be soaking up the last of the fall colors, 50 plus degree days, and the images of Americana that are so present in our minds.

The great thing about our Thanksgiving plans this year is that our dinner will be far from a farmhouse in New England. In fact, rather than smells of apple spice, we may more likely get wafts (sp?) of smoke and old shoes. Yes, we will be eating at the Willmar Bowling Alley along with hundreds of other families at the Thanksgiving buffet. We couldn't be more excited though. Why? Because it is time spent with our family, enjoying one another. Not only that, but it is also being a part of the community and sharing in one another's holiday and thanks giving. There is just something really fun and festive about it. And hey, maybe we'll burn off our turkey by bowling a few rounds!
Until next time,
Kirsten