Oh, and By the Way

And now, enter a new chapter of fun (almost? ish?) baldness of my life.

Snapped at the Getty. Perfection in a skirt, I daresay, and hearkens back to the glory of the book The Many Adventures of Curious George and its illustrations. HUZZAH. I love snazzy old ladies.

The Blogger Hath Return-ed

I may or may not soon be switching from frivolous outfit posts to more of an art and writing-focused blog, but that is too be determined. There is still much ruminating and soul searching to be done, because on one hand I do love some silliness and fun, but on the other hand I want somewhere serious where I can compile my artwork without distractions like, well, something like this little spiel. To be continued...

Oh Gawd

Dear peeps,

I do believe I forgot to mention that I had headed off to the UCLA summer art institute, hence the lack of posting. WHOOPSIE. gargantuan amount of picture uploading coming soon when I return from the swirling miasma of wonder that is art camp.

tea party table for one

Aah, tea parties, how the word sets my heart a-flutter. Simply the mention of English breakfast tea brings me back to last summer and my delightful escapades around Europe with the grandparents. While I was in London I grew specifically fond of English breakfast tea due to fun-tastic hotel breakfasts of baked beans, mushrooms, marmite, and most of all my beloved ENGNLISH BREAKFAST TEA with a splash of cream and two packets of sugar.

is not this a delightful British breaking of the fast? photo hailing from last year's euro trip (hence the lack of bowl-cutted-ness)

Pictured below is my attempt at recrecreating those charming breakfasts, albeit in a bit of a daintier fashion, with a pot of tea and a rhubarb tart. And yes, my mother laughed at me for lovingly photographing my breakfast.

pay no heed to the tacky portrait in the background...all the better if it goes unnoticed!

mmm, look at how scrumtious and bursting with rhubarb-tastic flavor and British charm