Sunday, June 16, 2013

Dad's the Boss...

["Dad's the boss until mom comes home!"]

Free People denim shirt. [bargain or indulge]
Zara floral pants. [bargain or indulge]
James Perse tank. [bargain or indulge]
Valentina leather bag. [bargain or indulge]
Franco Sarto sandals. [bargain or indulge]

Finds from my hunt:
Marshalls- denim shirt & tank & bag & sandals.


Today I witnessed how magical it is when words mean more than any materialistic gift. It was really wonderful to share with my dad that yes, in fact I do understand him. We're more similar than I'd like to admit, stubborn defines us. And as I've grown up, I see why he was such a hard-ass on me- because he wanted me to excel in more ways than he ever had. Whatever he had been successful at, he wanted more for me. My parents gave up a streamline life for our family to live here and I began to fully appreciate that in the past few years. Thank you for everything!

Happy Father's Day to all the wonderful daddy's out there!! 

Saturday, June 8, 2013

Maxx Lovin'

Doma leather jacket. [bargain or indulge]
James Perse tank. [bargain or indulge]
Gap cropped pants. [bargain or indulge]
Seychelles wedges. [bargain or indulge]
vintage leather belt. [bargain or indulge]

Finds from my hunt:
Marshalls- jacket & tank.
Wrentham Outlet- pants.
Thrift store- belt.

Found the creamy soft jacket for just $140 from skyrocket high prices! Loving my TJX Associate's discount.


Tears welled in my eyes as the rest of my face tried to stay composed during Dan's recital. And all I could think of was that I am going to be a slobbery mess once it's actually my kid! So beyond proud of my brother, he shined on stage. I could tell that he plays with so much heart, and coming from a girl who hated to sit her butt down at the piano, I was impressed and proud. 

We went to take a family walk slash bike ride (the boys) afterwards, and I thought it was only appropriate to have a baseball backdrop after an impressive week from my home team. I'll admit, I don't follow sports but  kept my ears peeled for all the tense updates during Bruins games. Rooting for them as much as a Boston-native-naive-about-all-things-sports can!! 

Tuesday, June 4, 2013


I bought a COCONUT!! Three actually! Tried a slice in Milan and once I saw them at the grocery store, I impulsively grabbed a baggie. What hairy little ovular monsters they are. Had to smash them on concrete after too many failed attempts of trying to crack their equator with a hammer. Raw coconut water isn't exactly the tastiest...imagine a bland & slightly dirty taste compared to store-bought coconut water and there you have it. But it's been a blast to have them around the house. Cracked one, now two to go!  

Cooperative denim skirt from Urban Outfitters. [bargain or indulge]
Bandeau swim top from Target. [bargain or indulge]


Monday, May 27, 2013

Memorial Day Meadows

 St. John's Bay denim shirt. [bargain or indulge]
Lucky Brand printed jeans. [bargain or indulge]
Julie's Closet tank. [bargain or indulge]
Timberland boots. [bargain or indulge]

Finds from my hunt:
Marshalls- jeans & tank.
Avalon Exchange- boots.
Mom's closet- shirt.


The weather was B E A UUUUU tiful today so the family hiked [the girls] and biked [the boys] around Hopkinton State Park. I've thoroughly missed being with my family so these past few days we've all been pretty glued to the hips. And things I've realized while spending time with the Zengs:

asian party food babies are officially a thing,
Epic was EPIC,
my mom is running an ice cave. wuht64degrees,
but the deep freeze does dry my nails faster,
I will never ever get sick of chinese food,
especially my mom's home cooking, 
my family has grown so much,
and I love them. 

Starting my first day at TJX tomorrowWHEEEEEEEE!! My nerves are splitting hairs and I'm excited. Ah, finally the day has come when my jet lag is useful. Let the twelve hour count down begin!

[big ol' stomps]

Friday, May 24, 2013

MishMosh of Memories with Kin

[uh. his shirt makes little to no sense.]

I can't continue on without recapping my journey home on my day of birth!! It was a swift turnaround period from landing home to flying off to Europe, but the two days home could not have been better or more of a tease! Stepped into my room at 2am to a dozen fresh roses and birthday galore. TJX also sent a Welcome Basket!! Truly overcame by the pure love and thoughtfulness, I stayed up for another 2 hours with a smile plastered to my face. It was actually a bit wrenching to leave the family for Europe but these past two weeks abroad have been filled with so so much. More to come in tomorrow's post!


HAD to congratulate Daniel on being an absolute star. Went to see their 2nd grade show Going Buggy this morning and I felt like a suburban mom proud of her son. And laughed at all of the children's silliness. What has become of me. And mad props to those delectable treats all in bug forms at the "reception" [cram as many people into pint size classrooms as eagerly as possible]. Pinterest much??

&& blue&white printed pants:

Monday, May 6, 2013

Full Circle

[from my final portfolio]

Being half way done with something is an odd state of time. The glass really isn't nearly half full or nearly half empty, but instead I've been able to taste half and drink it in. As I'm packing up my room for storage, I unfolded two pieces of poetry I had handed in my first semester. In 2011. One was written for the assignment, and the second was a poem I had written my senior year of high school. I have been reciting them out loud for the past 30 minutes, in a bit of disbelief that those are my words. I am getting reacquainted with a part of myself that I never actually fully explored. I am beyond glad that I have held onto part of my need for art, having just completed my digital photography course and ready for two more studios in the fall, but now I'm coming to realize that there are many dimensions of expression that I've very much consciously forgotten about. Thank you Mrs. Perryman and Matt. The villanelle from my senior year strikes me as a timely message to myself. 

I think coming full circle from being innocent and chastising those who live in fear, to becoming someone who lived in fear, and now as someone who recognizes how immobilizing that can be is a critical step moving forward. This piece is ghostly because of that.

On layers of nostalgic ink, where
finger smudges coddle the toothy bare
face, the eternal ephemeral moment belongs to the scene
of jumbles and jambles of a second, a minute, an hour
that are the memories, which tumble and read
like fairytales, whisking away the here.

Your mind races, skips, twirls, and no longer belongs here
as innocence evades the fortress protecting your ware-
house of knowledge. You read
those books, you. And bear
the burden of the world as each hour
adds a year since your eyes were clearer before they had seen

just one ravaging lie and blundering scene.
Silly, kiddy tunes giggle with bubbles to hear
the echoes of wonder and fireflies in the hushed hour
of the night, the echoes of rolly-polly swings where
the sky was already reached by the bare
hands that play the musical reed.

I emerged from that twinkling dream to read
signs of happily ever after fading, only seen
in the tails of a shooting star, bare
of all loss. Yet here,
my beating soul and wishful hands wear
away the sadness in my bones during that final hour.

As each hour
passes, the sun morphs light to read
the tones in the glossy fa├žade of a memory, where
the shadows of a still and frozen scene
move with the life of here
and now. Who can bear

this truth; in the dawn of our lives, we were never bare
of knowledge and grace. Our
ears could hear
and our eyes could read
the real meaning of actions in each scene.
We were not nursed by caution or rocked by fear to the brink where

here is gone after years of being wisdom-seekers, and there is
where our lives remain in
the reed frames that hold up the still scene of another’s wondrous life. 

Thursday, April 4, 2013

Throwback: When We Became Best Friends

[tbt: cape cod  and she's prepping dinner]
During weeks like these, I only really settle down after I've gotten a chance to talk with my mom about everything. It took me until senior year to open up to her, seeing her as a whole person. In high school, we never seemed to look at a situation the same way and I had resigned into thinking that she could never understand me. And then finally, I spoke honestly with her. Not just complaining about my stress but actually letting her in on what was going on that was causing me to break down and freak the fuck out. And then, she let me in. My mom is my absolute best friend because I know she would never judge me, and will always snort with me and find me funny. 

I Facetimed her earlier because the pressure of the week had been coming down on me hard and I just needed to chat with her. The conversation started off tense while we debated on my academic path, mainly because I feel at a lost and decided to just shun it all. I know she has always wanted the best for me and it hurts her to think of me swallowed by the world after graduation. I was getting a little frustrated, so I started showing her my Pinterest boards. I felt at ease and let her in on all my thoughts instead of just fabricating disagreement. She completely understood the stress that I am feeling right now, reminding me that she went to college too. And got some pretty shitty grades too. And knows that in the grand scheme of things, that's okay. And knows the feeling of a time crunch over multiple days. And felt the need to find a passion. Even at rare glimpses of a time, I need to stop forgetting that she is such a real person. Not just my mom, but my best friend.

Monday, April 1, 2013

Adobe Wasteland

A simple and stoic adobe wasteland. 
Home Sweet Home!!


Sunday, March 31, 2013

Paleness, Away!

Let the sun shine!!

Spent the morning and early noon working an event so when it ended, I bolted for the outdoors. Traded in my polo for a tank and grass. Sam rocked his new neon pink sunnies from Avalon and I threw on paisley prints from J.Crew...outlet clearance, of course. Had a sun bathing good time for an hour before I had to develop some prints and dinner date with a friend [oh HI HEATHER!!] 

Rock some pink shades:

And some paisley pants:

Saturday, March 30, 2013

The Stomps of Blue Footed Boobies

What a revitalizing weekend!

Been feeling a bit boggled by academics lately- the mid-college slump? future planning strugs? should've been in architecture? ShouldaCouldaWouldas of a week.

So instead, I painted all Friday and we hiked around Laumeier Sculpture Park today before I returned to touching up the painting. It was terrific, and just what I needed. More photos of the painting to come as it gets finished up, but I realized that it's not always hard to do what you love. I'd like to think that my logical self is appeased on the regular by my studies and academic direction. And even my whole self knows that I truly do enjoy marketing. But more recently than ever, I've been wistfully wishing that I had been brought up just a little bit more liberal, not that I could ever blame my beyond impressive and hard working parents. But I wonder what I'd be like if I had dived into art years before the latter half of college freshmen year. Right now, I've just breached the threshold of "oh, this looks like a painting." I haven't quite reach the confidence level that would allow me to fully believe in my skills so I struggle a bit to commit. It's been 5 months since I last painted- EEKS! I don't even plan on waiting more than a week this time around.

I think I have very sporadic and choppy thoughts..

On a brighter note, baby blue footies [!!]:

Monday, March 25, 2013

And Had A Really Really Really Good Time


Had the most AHMAZING internal-organs-squishing-front-row-pit-jamming concert ever yesterday. WUSTOCK is one of WashU's largest free concerts to the students and...MACKLEMORE CAME THIS YEAR!! But because of a freak snow storm to welcome spring, the concert moved to the Pageant venue and only 2,000 people were allowed. I lucked out and was able to go.

I am IN LOVE hearts and all with my sequin shirt from Avalon. I wear it to Macklemore. I wear it to lounge.  I wear it on gloomy days. So here are some more snazzy sassy sequin tops:
black leopard
geo block
heart cutout
leaf tee
colorful ombre

We held him up standing above the crowd. And then everyone fell and my legs were flattened by the weight of the crowd (actually.) I cried during Same Love and Otherside. And And Sam caught a water bottle Macklemore threw. And Julie and I pleaded with security to let us take it out.

Then we walked a couple miles in the snowland home. Basically, perfect.    

Friday, March 22, 2013

Montreal: Up Close and Personal

Here are just some more pictures from the Jean Talon Market and the Underground City of Montreal!!

And a YOLO!!! 
[needed to be done]