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Today my jaw, which had been wired shut for six weeks, was set free.

I was so happy that I couldn't stop grinning at my mom while my surgeon explained important things like how I'll get a tension headache if I eat anything too chewy, how I should put on rubber bands at night if my jaw starts to move, etc. I just want to add that he was wearing multi-colored neon sneakers and a tie-dyed cap while he was telling me all of this. How many people can say that someone so sartorially daring operated on their FACE? Not too many.

Needless to say, this has been a pretty good day. In the words of my (*really cute*) neighborhood barista as he put the final stamp on my stamp card, "You get a free drink, your jaw is unwired; everything's falling into place!"

Here are a few fun things for you to look at (maybe tomorrow, since you should be outside enjoying the gorgeous weather, not sitting in the house un-tanning like me):

A pretty sweater I'm hoping to make for fall (and how sassy is that picture? Not common for a knitting pattern, let me tell you!)

If I can one day be even half this chic, I will die a happy woman. (via The Sartorialist).

These are too cute for words. I'm investigating where and how they're made...fingers crossed that they're fair trade! I'd love to wear the pink pair with cigarette pants and an Oxford shirt.

Yet another reason to move to Paris.

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.