lovely girl of the moment

Christina and I went to Tea Garden yesterday. I was just sitting there, drinking my mango tea latte through one of those way-too-big-how-am-I-supposed-to-fit-this-in-my-mouth straws, when suddenly I saw this hot pink blur:

I asked her where she got it, and she said, "Oh, I just found it at my house. I think it's Mayan. Everyone tells me, 'Christina, that's a tablecloth!' and I'm like, 'Shut up, it's a scarf!' "

 

Finishing up her tea garden/contemplating her outfit. 

Love the deer necklace and the geometric top.

Painter jeans. You can't just go out and buy those, you know.

i would say that i'm just drifting. here in the pool.

I watched The Graduate last night for the...seventh time? I'm not sure. Still definitely my favorite, though. Every moment is so extremely well thought-out, every line and look and color and note. It was the first movie to use the technique of starting the dialogue from the next scene while still playing the pictures from the scene before it.

But, of course, you know where I'm really going with this. The clothes.

With Mrs. Robinson, it's all animal prints, all the time. I couldn't find any good pictures of this dress, but it has an extremely subtle zebra print that I noticed for the first time last night.

Elaine is much more effortless, with a very simple and iconic American sway. You'll see what I mean in the clip below.

thou answerest them only with spring

March has arrived out of nowhere and it is glorious. The U student body has officially made the transition from awkward snow boots to sneakers without socks, from North Face quilted jackets to shorts and T-shirts. Forty degrees you say? Oh yes. We are a thick-blooded people.

This weekend I am going to bask in the sunlight in the spaces of time when I am not

1. English-paper-writing

2. Buying pants at Urban (they are a surprise! Also the picture from their website didn't work, so...)

3. Knitting a GIANT SCARF!!!

4. Thinking about the most beautiful of dresses, which I found today on etsy.com and, though it cannot be mine, will be remembered for the rest of my life.

  

  

It is Mexican and hand-painted, circa 1950s. A marvel of craftsmanship and artistry.