Somehow my sis and I picked up a bad habit, on NYE mind you, of singing bounce shake twerk work. No, actually the blame falls on my husband. He’s notorious for saying the most catchy and entertaining stuff. It takes a full out mental effort to get it out of my head. Love.
By 5am New Year’s day, I’d ooo wee’d 27 times, danced a total 16 miles, and wished I could go back to that dance shot from the Fuji instax. We were like a girl group (think Total sans bad girl image, and a lot of other stuff) Karla, Shanda, Kat, Whitney.
My resolution, to dedicate the first half of this year to prepping for dance-a-thons in the latter half of the year. Truth be told, becoming Zumba certified is on my list to do.
Thank yous are in order to Kat & Mike for providing the rug for cutting. And Fred for opening his door to pre-cracking-of-dawn stragglers.
Coat: Zara (Gift from my sis) \\// Dress & Belt: JCrew \\// Boots: Cynthia Rowley \\// Black Leather Clutch: Freshly Given \\// Earrings: Handmade by Susan A. \\// Mustache Mugs: (belong to Kat) made by Martha Moore
I knew I was a changed woman when I stared picking Holly trees for the berries. And the berries for a pair of hosiery that HAD to be dyed naturally. RIT being easier to obtain, I went the opposite way. Naturally.
After being pricked countless times, why I didn’t give up, who knows, I promised myself it was worth it. Crazy.
Natural dyeing is 100% new to me. Start talking about mordants, and you lose me.
But But But this was simple.
1. Cut lots of berries from a Holly tree.
2. Boil them for at least an hour.
3. Drain water into a bowl, or simply remove berries from pot, leaving water behind.
4. Dump stockings in, moving around to fully cover in colored water.
5. Let soak for 1+ hour.
6. Squeeze dry and throw into dryer until completely dry.
I ended up with a soft pink, very subtle and pretty, as opposed to the pure white I started with.
This can become addictive, no? Checkout my inspiration over at Ways of the Whorl, where she gets a beautiful blue from black beans.
My order was completely off. I was star struck AFTER I google stalked Kat. I’ve not known her long, but I look forward to every one of our lunch dates. Plus she’s been bit by the entrepreneurial bug, and is doing something about it. And I’m joining the club. Admittedly, she has a pretty spectacular modeling resume. My goodness, to imagine I got to take direction from her. OOO WEEE. All she had to do was say dance, and I wiggled.
Check out Kat and her line of cashmeeeeere on her shop. This birdy was as soft as it looks.
A red dress and an open street equal strut strut goofy face. Haha. I know my husband was wondering why I was cheesing so hard while I did a seemingly simple task. “Ok Whitney, it’s not hard, just walk.” But in my mind, everything has potential to be entertaining. Everything!
Make the most of your day good people, regardless of how routine and mundane it may be.
A new discovery in my own state, and all I could think was “Why didn’t I get married here?” If you ask me to plan your wedding, don’t be surprised if I post you and your groom at the North Carolina Museum of Art. Likely in the middle of a field for the best camera shot. You’ll thank me later.
The Man and I avoided obvious paved paths, to feel a bit more adventurous and touch the artwork. Did we miss the Touch It You Buy It signs?. I thought you would appreciate watching me watch the beauty that is North Carolina. Who cares about my face…