Thursday, February 26, 2009
speaking of shoes
All of the above are available at victoriassecret.com.
I can't wait for more styles of peep-toe boots to come out! Eee!
xo,
sarah
sweet caramel
freida fresh
NYLON had a brief interview with Freida Pinto (the model-gone-actress who starred in Slumdog Millionaire), who is destined to act in Woody Allen's next film!
Check it here.
xo,
sarah
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
travel treasures
Current must-haves:
I.
Can't.
Wait!
xo,
sarah
Labels:
awethome,
bitz and piecez,
europe,
passionfofashion,
shoez,
wishlist
keep on, carry on
Help!
I need feedback!
Miles and I are headed to London and Paris for two weeks in May.
I saw this bag online at UO and fell in love.
Would it be (too) crazy for me to try to cram two weeks-worth of clothes, shoes, etc. into it?
It's 16 inches in length and relatively deep.
I've been to Cuba twice, where the bag weight limit is 20 pounds, so I'm a seasoned light packer.
Thoughts, suggestions?
(PLEASE?)
[plus, I can always put my "extra" stuff in Miles' bag!]
xo,
sarah
Labels:
awethome,
bitz and piecez,
europe,
la france,
life,
passionfofashion,
uo,
wishlist
Monday, February 23, 2009
bummer
Sorry for the being lazy about posting again lately.
I'm still getting tests done to figure out what bug I have, etc., but I'll be back again soon!
Check these out, just for fun:
I love this video. My friend/hairladyness showed it to me, and now I'm so obsessed I could watch it on repeat. Hahaha.
And this was one of the Diet Coke ads from Oscarfest last night. Ahh, Heidi.
xo,
sarah
Thursday, February 19, 2009
keep it classy
Since I can't force myself to peek through my finger when I watch medical shows involving removing steel poles from stomachs or nails from skulls, this is my new "ewwwww-that's-so-gross-but-I-can't-stop-looking" addiction:
This is why you're fat.
One of the less icky examples:
(A McDonald’s chocolate milkshake with vanilla vodka, rimmed with BBQ sauce and garnished with a chicken McNugget.)
ENJOY!
xo,
sarah
ENJOY!
xo,
sarah
my my, mischa
Captured by da cobrasnake at a NYFW after-party, no doubt.
Keep it crazy, bananas-a-go-go.
xo,
sarah
[p.s. Am I bonkerz, or is M.B. popping up EVERYWHERE lately?]
Labels:
bitz and piecez,
da cobrasnake,
nutterbutterz,
yowza
for the love of anna
CAUTION: lots of images, but come ON.
Anna Sui KILLED. IT.
(and Queen Aggy graced us with her presence...as well as Princess Daisy).
I CEASETOLIVE.
xo,
sarah
Labels:
awethome,
passionfofashion,
pretties,
wishlist,
yowza
intermission
This just in:
"Dammit I’m Mad" by Demetri Martin
Dammit I’m mad.
Evil is a deed as I live.
God, am I reviled? I rise, my bed on a sun, I melt.
To be not one man emanating is sad. I piss.
Alas, it is so late. Who stops to help?
Man, it is hot. I’m in it. I tell.
I am not a devil. I level “Mad Dog”.
Ah, say burning is, as a deified gulp,
In my halo of a mired rum tin.
I erase many men. Oh, to be man, a sin.
Is evil in a clam? In a trap?
No. It is open. On it I was stuck.
Rats peed on hope. Elsewhere dips a web.
Be still if I fill its ebb.
Ew, a spider… eh?
We sleep. Oh no!
Deep, stark cuts saw it in one position.
Part animal, can I live? Sin is a name.
Both, one… my names are in it.
Murder? I’m a fool.
A hymn I plug, deified as a sign in ruby ash,
A Goddam level I lived at.
On mail let it in. I’m it.
Oh, sit in ample hot spots. Oh wet!
A loss it is alas (sip). I’d assign it a name.
Name not one bottle minus an ode by me:
“Sir, I deliver. I’m a dog”
Evil is a deed as I live.
Dammit I’m mad.
...kiiiind of awesome, don't ya think?
xo,
sarah
Demetri Martin wrote a 224-word palindrome.
Check it!:
"Dammit I’m Mad" by Demetri Martin
Dammit I’m mad.
Evil is a deed as I live.
God, am I reviled? I rise, my bed on a sun, I melt.
To be not one man emanating is sad. I piss.
Alas, it is so late. Who stops to help?
Man, it is hot. I’m in it. I tell.
I am not a devil. I level “Mad Dog”.
Ah, say burning is, as a deified gulp,
In my halo of a mired rum tin.
I erase many men. Oh, to be man, a sin.
Is evil in a clam? In a trap?
No. It is open. On it I was stuck.
Rats peed on hope. Elsewhere dips a web.
Be still if I fill its ebb.
Ew, a spider… eh?
We sleep. Oh no!
Deep, stark cuts saw it in one position.
Part animal, can I live? Sin is a name.
Both, one… my names are in it.
Murder? I’m a fool.
A hymn I plug, deified as a sign in ruby ash,
A Goddam level I lived at.
On mail let it in. I’m it.
Oh, sit in ample hot spots. Oh wet!
A loss it is alas (sip). I’d assign it a name.
Name not one bottle minus an ode by me:
“Sir, I deliver. I’m a dog”
Evil is a deed as I live.
Dammit I’m mad.
...kiiiind of awesome, don't ya think?
xo,
sarah
crave the fave
chic sergeant pepper
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
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