Tuesday, May 31, 2011

A Girl's Best Friend

A friend of mine introduced me to JewelMint, which is the subscription jewelry site started by *STYLE IDOL* Kate Bosworth, and I'm obsessed! I'm not a jewelry hoarder, but I do love - love - finding really great investment pieces that work with everything (also known as shower jewelry). A few well thought out necklaces or a really great watch changes that cute H&M top your wearing into your individually styled ensemble (and could make it look worth $$$ more). And each piece is only $30!! (And that's a bargain cause if I'm buying jewelry, I better be able to wear it all day, errday.)
I just received my first purchase (the Soulmate Bangle), and needless to say, it's going into my rotation immediately.
And if that isn't convincing, just get it for the pretty box.

I am clearly not getting paid for this promotion since I have a total of five readers, including my mom, my boyfriend (who thankfully doesn't wear things like "Soulmate Bangles") and myself, so I'm telling you as an honest and good friend -- give it a shot.

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Spring Fever

I helped plan a little event today for our college fellowship, and we were having some trouble coming up with a theme for our decor. I came up with a last-minute indoor picnic theme inspired by paper flowers, ball jars, and twine, and when I came home and made my blog rounds, guess what I found:
A photo from the 2011/2012 Chanel Cruise. Look at their theme. Not to toot my own horn, but sometimes, I really do think I should go into trend forecasting (or maybe event planning).

(photo via The Vogue Diaries)

Monday, May 16, 2011


You don't get more badass than Jason and Rosie.

(photos via The Vogue Diaries)

If only it were sunnier

Ever since Chloe and Ray-Ban came out with folding sunglasses a couple of seasons ago, I've been obsessed! And these spankin' new Burberry foldables I spotted a few weeks ago while traipsing around State Street certainly doesn't help.
The yellow-greens are the ones on my wishlist (and the purple and the aqua...).

Modern Love

I figured it might as well get published somewhere.

(This version is edited slightly at the request of the NBN editors.)

(photo via pinterest)

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Mother's Day Intervention

In case a few of you have forgotten to send you snail mail...
It's not too late to send her a Paperless Post! You only get a limited number of cards free of charge, but for those special occasions, it's my favorite e-card service.

To all you mothers out there -- I don't know how you do it. Happy early Mother's Day!

Friday, May 6, 2011

The Only Red Carpet Better Than the Oscars

The Met Gala. I know this is a little late, but I've kept this email in my inbox for the past week because it is that inspiring. I feel the need to share:

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

The Language of Lovers

"Anyone can be passionate, but it takes real lovers to be silly." -- Rose Franken

It used to be my expectation that romance isn’t required and the language of love is one of settlement. It wasn’t because I’m bitter and crusty (you’re free to disagree), but it’s more because I’ve always been afraid of disappointment. If I don’t expect anything, if I never allow myself to hope for more, then I won’t ever get the feeling of a ten pound weight punching a hole out of the bottom of my gut. But for the sake of honesty, I did want it – the flirting, the courtship, sweetness, passion – all of it. I wanted the beautiful Audrey kiss in a New York alleyway, in my tailored trench, in the arms of a beautiful man, under the perfectly timed spring rain whose drops only made that fragile face glisten even more delicately.

I used to be one of those people who needed the “I love you” to feel secure. I needed to hear it; I needed it to be said to me, and sometimes, I would say it to the other person just so I could hear it back. It was never enough. I learned somewhere along the way “I love you” starts to mean something else and at the worst of times, nothing at all.

I learned “I love you” isn’t so valuable when I abuse it, and in the case of true intimacy, lovers use it sparingly.

I used to want “I love you” and “I miss you,” but what’s special about those phrases besides the very facts they state in so straightforward a manner? Billions of people in different places and different times have used those phrases and many to no avail, but how many people know what “the chocolate incident” is?
Or what “Max” means?
Or “little trees”?
Or “President of the United States”?
Or “telling you in my head?” I forget when Norman coined this little catchphrase, but it began because of the many instances I began a story with,
“Didn’t I tell you…?” (when I hadn’t)
“No, you told me in your head.”
 My lacking memory makes him laugh, and this, to me, is “I love you” in a language that only I understand.

These inside jokes aren’t purposed to be exclusionary, rather they create a language of familiarity between us (it’s the same way writers use repetition to establish intimacy with their readers); so that even when we’re in a crowded room, just one glance and we have our own world.

No one would believe me if I told you what a nut job Norman is (and I mean that in the most endearing way), but I love that. I love that I’m the only one who knows the extent of his quirks. It’s this intimacy that defines the love stronger than any straightforward “I love you,” and it’s not that we feel hampered from saying “I love you” to each other, but there are so many other ways we could say it, ways that say, “I don’t want to be generic. You’re too special for that. My love is too great for that.”

In the beginning, all lovers are sweet to each other, call each other “baby,” kiss, gush. But if this is the default state of our love for the rest of our lives, I’d get a cavity (and Lord knows I don’t need any more of those).  And of course there are passionate loves, the kinds that get made into bestselling novels and then silver screen flops, but it’s hard for those to make it to the end. Passion is a desirable element in the ideal relationship, but when it’s the foundation, it’s tiring and eventually, it isn’t enough. You realize later on, the truest lover is the one of humor rather than one of passion (although the two are not mutually exclusive). Silliness is the language of love.

So Norman, I hope you know I’ve already told you in my head, but I’ll say it again for your poor itty bitty ears:
 I love you – and happy anniversary.

(photos via pinterest)

Sunday, May 1, 2011

On Looking Forward

"Obama: The US has killed Osama bin Laden."
"Ding Dong the Witch is Dead"
"OBL is dead, thank you men and women of the US Military."

My Twitter and Facebook feeds have exploded with the SAME EXACT thing, so I don't feel a need to be redundant, and there isn't much I can say in 140 characters that wouldn't be repetitive.

I understand the magnitude of this kind of success, and the celebration is well deserved. But now, we have to look ahead. Now, it's more important than ever to ask the right questions and to search for the answers, to be vigilant; for it was in our false security and confidence that 9/11 happened in the first place. Osama bin Laden's death is doubtlessly a large detriment to the Al-Qaeda organization, but that doesn't mean it will disappear.

What exactly does this mean for the future of Al-Qaeda?
How will we continue to carry out the war on terrorism? Do we know where we're going? Do we know what we're doing?
What will this do to the perception of American power in the world community? How will the Obama Administration handle the change?
"We will be relentless when it comes to the safety of our citizens." - President Obama during his address.
What will this mean for America's perception of itself?

What now?

(photo via NYT)