February Favorites

Happy March! February is officially over.I thought I'd gather together some photos, links, and happenings of all sorts that I enjoyed from this past month.

Let's talk music for a bit. I love The Beatles. And really, who doesn't? I especially love George. He's always pulled at my heart strings a bit. Those deep, dark eyes. That sexy, tousled, man hair. He looked so mysterious and tortured. I wanted to shake him and say, "George, everything will be alright! You have Krishna and Krishna loves you! Me! I love you!"

 I'm getting off track about the music part here. So he made excellent....and I mean excellent solo music. Recently I've been bringing it back into my life. The Traveling Wilburys were great and so were their hair!

I also love his first solo album, "All Things Must Pass". Please bring good ol' Georgey back into your life as well. Thank you. 

Next. Let's talk books. Now, my boyfriend would laugh if he heard me say this. Simply because I spend so many hours on youtube and the internet in general. To be honest, I've been on this terrible, "no reading kick" for a while. Specifically fiction. I just keep feeling the burning desire to read recipes! That's all I ever want to do! What a loser. With that said, I am reading. Just not in the way you'd think. My nose is not shoved into any Game of Thrones or The Hunger Games book series. No sir-ee bob. There's no time for that. There's only time for Jeff Smith.....the dorkiest man alive.

To those of you who aren't food weirdos, Jeff Smith was an American t.v. chef who had a series called, "The Frugal Gourmet". About 3 years ago I was at a Salvation Army digging through the cookbook section. I have a terrible habit that I will certainly never lose of hoarding vintage or older cook books. I found, "The Frugal Gourmet Cooks American. I was immediately drawn to the creepy cover and you will be as well!

Why is he holding this turkey like a pet? He's just going to eat it soon. Why is the old lady and the boy behind her so...uummm.... well I'll let you fill in the blanks. And how about the massive array of boy scout badges! I guess I'm Un-American but I hated girl scouts.  I quit right after Daisies.

Anyway, The book is great. It's filled with interesting facts about ingredients that are indigenous to North America. Ingredients like, Maple syrup, pumpkin, sweet potatoes, turkey. He also has a cute, little sense of humor. I would love to sit down and have dinner with him. We'd talk about food for hours. Something I wish I could do with everyone but I don't want to scare people off.

Next, let's talk fashion a bit, shall we? I freakin' LOVE creepers. To those of you who are unfamiliar with these beautifully, hideous pair of shoes they look something like this:

Or this:

Or last...drroooolllll....this:

I bought my first pair of creepers when I was in 10nth grade. They're similar to the mary-jane ones you see in the middle photo except mine had metal studs, which is way more bad-ass. I wore the hell out of them. And then I wore them in college when they were sooooooo not cool to wear. My friends thought they were tacky, and they are. And I love my friends because even though I know they thought it, they didn't actually say it. So I opted for yet another pair of mary-jane creepers but this time, no studs and less......creeperish? It took me a long time to get past the stud thing. I didn't stop wearing my studded belt for God knows how long. To be honest, I brought my belt with me to Taiwan because I just couldn't part from it.

 Ok, here's where we get into current creeper news. A few months ago, I went to the night market with my friend, Catherine. We were looking for some shoes with big platforms to embellish. I stumbled across a beautiful black and white pair of creepers (very similar to the top photo). I had to get them. Something came over me. My inner teenager who loved pop-punk, ska, and shitty local indie music was yanking me towards them and saying, "You can still do this, Brittany! It's never to late to wear tacky,wonderful, amazing, sexy, shoes!" So I gave in. My friend (once again) thought they were hideous. In fact, I think she thought I was joking at first. I said, "Just watch, Catherine. In a few months, they'll be all the rage." I was half joking but now whenever I check out fashion blogs and what not they are, in fact all the rage. I don't know whether to be indifferent, happy, or bitter about that. But any who, I love my creepers. I shall forever wear them even though they frighten my boyfriend and perhaps my friends. And DEFINITELY my sister. 

Last, I'd like to say R.I.P. to my faux leather jacket. It was lost at Domenics staff party early this February. I did my best to find it but it's gone forever. I think it was stolen but maybe that's the hyper paranoid New Yorker in me. What the hell else could have happened?  I bought a replacement that's kind of similar in style but it will never be the same. It was my favorite article of clothing and I felt super cool wearing it. See?

super fly

Ok folks! That's all for my February Favorites. What are some of yours?