When I bought my husb a record player for his birthday, I had no idea that it would be the best thing to happen to our relationship since this (or maybe this).
Over the past few months, Simon and I have had a blast (ad)venturing to different neighborhoods to explore record shops throughout the city.
Last weekend, we stumbled upon what just might be my favorite music store in Chicago, DEADWAX Records.
From the moment we walked into this little shop, I just thought it was so cool. From the music mobiles hanging from the ceiling to the ladder leaned up against a wall of albums, Deadwax has a great vibe.
The guys who worked there were super friendly, and didn’t even mind me running around the shop with my camera.
Oh, and the music (Simon just told me I should probably mention the music)….
DEADWAX had a great collection of both classic and obscure albums, with a really solid dollar record section.
I am using this contest for dress-inspiration…. So even if a reader posts something that I am madly in love with, but simply can’t afford - I will use the silhouette, color, or material as a starting point for the dress I end up buying.
Keep your picks coming. Y’all have some mad shopping skills!
Watching a baseball game but dressed for a football weather. What’s up with that?
Fear not, I found warmth in this, THIS!, my first bud light of the season.
Mustard on the glove? Damn!
Yet another reason this is meant to be a summertime sport.
a huge shout-out to my buddies Kevin and Erlinda!
You know, one of my favorite things about Wrigley is that it is equal parts fantasy-land ballpark and neighborhood pub-You never know who you will run into at a game…
Lucky for me it was two friends that I haven’t seen in way too long! Between the new ND coach and some recent professional changes…we had a lot to cover. (Funny how great company can soften the blow of a suck-ass baseball team.)
In which my feelings would best be expressed in a dialogue from "Legally Blonde" (the movie, not the musical)
See this Friendship Bracelet?
This friendship bracelet nearly got some Intermix sales girl punched in the face.
Over the weekend, I was checking out this braided bracelet, thinking that it looked a whole lot like the masterpieces we used to make at summer camp and wondering why it never crossed my mind to bedazzle one of my stringed creations before.
As I was considering this (and other potential Arts & Crafts missteps of my childhood), Sales Girl sauntered up to me and said something like:
"I love this bracelet….plus it is SUPER CHEAP."
I look at her. She repeats:
"They are totally adorable and at such a reasonable price, you can buy a few and stack them."
And a THIRD time
"God, aren’t these bracelets SUCH a fantastic deal."
I don’t know about you, but I just don’t see how $95 DOLLARS for a friendship bracelet possibly qualifies as “Super Cheap” (much less a “fantastic deal”) and I had a really hard time listening to this chick repeatedly trying to convince me otherwise.
We all work hard for our paycheck….earning every last cent…and I found this girl’s careless definition of value to be both disrespectful and sort of insane.
I wish in that moment I could have come up with an Elle Woods type of response…you know, something that communicated my appreciation for fashion while making it perfectly clear that I am so not down with getting ripped off.
Something sort of like this:
Elle: Is that low-viscosity rayon? With a half-loop top stitching on the hem?
Boutique Saleswoman: Of course. It’s one of a kind.
Elle: It’s impossible to use a half-loop stitching on low-viscosity rayon. It would snag the fabric. And you didn’t just get it in - I saw it in the June Vogue a year ago. So if you’re trying to sell it to me for full price, you’ve picked the wrong girl.
Alas, there was no verbal sparring. Ultimately, it just wasn’t worth it. Instead I executed (a very little) bend and snap and I walked out the door….
Instead of heading into the office for another weekend of work, I convinced my husb to say “Suck It” and spend the afternoon with me doing anything we pleased!
We filled our day with the type of activities that aren’t typically considered high performing (record stores, comic book shops, vintage hunting and um…an arcade), but we had a blast and our outing felt like a full-blown adventure.
It was so gratuitous…so playful…so date-like…and almost unreasonably awesome.
The thing about walking that feels very different from running is that you can pick your path as you go. You don’t have to worry much about water fountains or sidewalk congestion…you can just go wherever your feet take you.
Inspiration for this walk: My neighborhood skyscraper.
I stood at the base of the Hancock and snapped this pic and decided I wanted to see it from further away.
So away I went.
A different perspective.
And on my quest for architectural distance, I found this.
A secret spot!
Olive Park. (olive juice)
And here is where I ended up.
A happy place.
I had….have… a lot to be thankful for. I wrote a post earlier today about my some of my struggles with anxiety and was incredibly moved by the immense number of thoughtful, supportive and candid responses. I am more appreciative than you could know.
I carried your words with me all walk long. You brought me great comfort.
Thank you (readers, city and feet).
Good Night Chicago.
Photos shot on a Canon PowerShot SD780 IS & iPhone 3G S
I interrupt my regularly scheduled posting of pretty shoes and arm workouts to bring you a few words on Panic Attacks and Nightmares. (woohoo!)
Despite the fact it was a tough year, personally speaking….I have done a pretty good somewhat decent job trying to keep my chin-up….or at least of staying busy enough that I don’t have time to dwell on the things that cause me anxiety.
Until bedtime, that is.
Growing-up, I experienced sporadic and typical childhood nightmares (you know, Freddie Krueger and Kidnappers). They were scary, sure, but nothing that the morning sun couldn’t resolve. Unfortunately none of my dreams about ol’ knife-hands could have prepared me for the night terrors that I have been experiencing lately.
Over the past 8 months, I have been struggling with nightmares….at first the dreams were more metaphorically scary, but lately the antagonist in my dreams has taken the form of a specific and real “bad guy.” I dread them.
This pre-sleep anxiety, combined with the fact that bedtime is my first real quiet moment of the day makes for a fertile breeding ground for paralyzing panic attacks.
The first few times I experienced a panic attack, I thought I was either going crazy or in the midst of a massive heart-attack. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t stop shaking and was quite certain that my little heart was going to beat out of my chest. What was happening to me?
I did some research and found that during a panic attack your fear response is out of proportion with a given situation (which often is not threatening in the least). Attacks usually come without warning and typically last about 10 minutes.
Symptoms may include:
Pounding heart or chest pain
Intense feeling of terror.
Sensation of choking or smothering.
Dizziness or feeling faint.
Trembling or shaking.
Nausea or stomachache.
Tingling or numbness in the fingers and toes.
Chills or hot flashes
A fear that you are losing control
I am lucky…I don’t get them all that often and I have a wonderful husband who helps me find my breath when a bad one hits and holds me close to try and stop my shivering, but even so- the entire experience is awful!
I wish I was writing this post with a lengthy list of bullet points on how to prevent panic attacks or tips on avoiding future ones from occurring….but I am not. I am just writing to say:
"hey guys, I have nightmares. and panic attacks. They scare me to death. And I wish they would stop.”
If any readers out there have similar experiences with Panic Attacks and have any suggestions for dealing with them, I would genuinely love to hear from you.
(And if I get enough responses, perhaps I can put together a post: ”tumblr-tips for warding away anxiety.” Just a thought.)
I am considering making a fairly significant capital purchase through this website- (they are selling a particular dream bag at well below the Barney’s asking price), but first wanted to consult my fellow fashionistas to see if anyone had any feedback on FarFetch?
Wednesday: Daft Punk tunes were playing in New Job Cafe during breakfast. I may have done a little dance while steaming my soy milk
Thursday: The guys at “tech stop” were watching Dick Tracy. Dick Tracy? I LOVED that movie!!!
Friday: Q1 earnings were announced and we kicked butt this quarter! As a reward for our Q1 growth, New Company offered us a night out- their treat! They said “we know how much work it takes to get results like this…so take your spouse/partner/friend out and celebrate your success.”