Sunday, June 30, 2013

Crossing the Time Line, to Eastern Time

Before driving home to St. Louis this past Thursday, my roommate and I drove to Chattanooga to see my dad play music.  It was a leisurely two-hour drive through the beautiful mountains with signs like, 'Falling Rock,' and coned off areas of the road where rocks actually did fall.  The show was at a place called Rhythm and Brews: an ok spot, but the music was awesome.

On the left is a picture of R2-D2, while Jack Skellington from The Nightmare Before Christmas watches over everyone.

In the bathroom stall, "Thanks for making my rebellion acceptable with a frame."

Also in the bathroom, a record tree.

Turned out to be a really fun last-minute trip.  Woke up early to drive the two hours home to Nashville then left an hour later to drive the five hours home to St. Louis.  Road trip time!

(photos by e.hunt)

Western State of Mind

Home for the weekend, and a delightful weekend it has been.  Lots of Dewey's pizza, Kaldi's coffee, and of course, shopping with mom.  I love shopping with mom, she knows my style and is very good at finding things that I'll like, and provides a great second opinion when I try things on.  It turned into a pretty successful trip, this Western shirt being the most unexpected.  Pearl buttons, floral collarbone detailing, and those little balls that hang from a sombrero's rim line the sleeves.  It was just begging to be worn with some jeans and my cowboy boots.

(photos by e.hunt)

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

What's My Color Story

If a bunch of Californian hippie surfers traveled to Mexico and were invited to a fiesta, they might wear a denim shirt tucked into a printed mini, because the Spanish love a good print,

or, being the experts of all things summer that surfers tend to be, a brightly-colored graphic tank dress,

or, as it is generally hot down south of the border, a crop top and skirt would be appropriate.

(photos collected from honestlywtf, pinterest, nicoleta, weardrobe, and refinery29)

Sunday, June 23, 2013

Like a Right Creeper

I spotted this gentleman at Starbucks absolutely killing it in complementary colors (orange and blue just happens to be my favorite combo).  I wish I could've had the chance to discreetly take a picture from the front because underneath that navy blue jacket is a button-up shirt checkered in pastel blues, pinks, oranges, and greens.  A springtime color genius this man is.

(photos by e.hunt)

Giving Up the Streets

So you know how I often post about business-y wardrobe transitions?  Well, come Wednesday, I have an interview that could make that look a lot more relevant to me (and also allow me to actually use my employee discount at Express!).  Been gearing up for the shift by slowly pulling out my office-ready attire, like these purple pants.  Still keeping it fun though with the crazy Greek gladiators and polka dot nails.

(photos by e.hunt)

Friday, June 21, 2013

The Years Seemed Short but the Days Were Long

Editor's Note:  Envision this happening last night around eleven o'clock pm, which is when I wrote it but due to our internet could not be posted until today around four fourty-five pm.

I’m sitting here in my room with my old school clock radio set to the big band swing station, which doesn’t pick up all the way so it’s a little fuzzy, but that just adds to the atmosphere.  I’ve got a cool glass of lemonade on the table next to me, I'm full from the delicious veggies over lettuce dish my brother and I made earlier, I'm reading a lovely little book about living in modern day Paris, and my best friend from college will be in town tomorrow night.  Good eats, good book, and good friends: life is good.

(photos by e.hunt and s.harris)

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Happy We'll Be Beyond the Sea

I found the coolest dress at the thrift store the other day.  It's got a crazy, obnoxiously loud tropical print that screams aging soccer mom (who probably picked out the fabric and made it herself using a pattern), but it's beachy and has surfers on it so I of course couldn't resist.  The fact that it cost a mere four dollars didn't hurt either.

(photos by e.hunt)

Monday, June 17, 2013

When I Dream, I Dream in French

I wish I could afford a subscription to Vogue Paris so I could open my mailbox every month to see things like this,

or if we were in the 1940's, awesome covers like these,

and then flip the high quality french pages to read things like this.

It would be positively heavenly.

(photos collected from, google images, and hprints)

Get a Long Little Doggie

I've never been one of those 'Aw look at the cute little puppy!' types, but I saw a sample of these photographs on one of my favorite, kindof out-there blogs, honestlywtf, and fell in love with this dog.  So majestic, with a beautiful chestnut coat speckled with white, and a great sense of humor.  This is Maddie, of, photographed by Theron Humphrey.

(photos collected from maddieonthings)