the past two weekends, i've traveled to new york city to go to different DIY/crafty holiday fairs. the first one was at the knitting factory (one of my favorite venues EVER in nyc.) which is moving from manhattan to brooklyn within the next couple months, and it was an etsy event. the knitting factory's layout has three levels, but it was cramped and crowded. but i managed to buy two hand illustrated postcards, and two pins with old fashioned pin up girls on it.

this weekend i went to bust magazine's holiday craftacular. it was such a cool experience. this time, i was by myself, so i got to maneuver my way around the crowd just fine. it was really motivating! not that i want to be a designer really, but to see so many visually appealing things reeeeally makes me want to get off my ass. i found a couple great christmas gifts, and little things for myself. the picture above is by irena sophia, and i fell in looooove with all of her creations. i bought two necklaces, and plan on buying a print of her artwork in the future.

latest things: i'm home for christmas break for a month, and i'm heading down south to savannah for an interview at SCAD. yaaaaaaaaaaay. i just want to get it over with, and know for sure what the fuck i'm doing next year. is that too much to ask? ye.

GOOP

okay, sorry world. am i the only 20 year old who signed up to get newsletters from gwyneth paltrow every week? i wonder if i am.

yes i receive the GOOP.com newsletter and i don't give a shit what you think about it, or her, because she is my ultimate girl crush. gwynie tell me everything you have to offer, you perfect bitch.

inside the weekly email, good ol G tells me certain things that work in her life, and should work in mine also. it's about extremely expensive organic food that I, with a meal plan chock full of MSG and chicken breasts that have STDs, will never afford. Also, advice on 'little black dresses', or what Zagat rated restaraunt to go to. in fact, everything she is sending into my inbox will never be totally digested due to the fact that my college lifestyle is worlds away from her lifestyle. one day i will catch up with you paltrow.

falling

inside sarah's brain and schedule:

1. during christmas break, i'm going for an interview with an advisor at savannah college of art and design! i will be staying the weekend with abby, sCoPiNG Out THe ScEnE, shopping, showing her my possible future 'home', and all of that.
2. in february, i am going to france and germany with school for six days. none of my friends can go, so i'm going to just have to make buds on the trip.
3. i'm on a mission to spruce up my portfolio for SCAD, and have created a whole 'line' of headbands and different accessories to photograph before my interview.
4. all christmas gifts this year will be homemade. that can either be a good thing or disastrous. we will see.
5. nose ring is going back in. goodbye stud.
6. on monday night, i'm cooking a fake thanksgiving dinner for my pals here. eggplant parm for all the vegs in da house.
7. i'm feeling peaceful.

O_o_O_o

this is not fashion or music related, but i wanted to touch on a certain subject: bubbles.

the whole fascination with bubbles is really funny to me. today while i was volunteering at daycare, christmas music was playing, and the babies were running around and all was normal. Then, as soon as I approached them with that goofy looking plastic jar with the plastic wand, it was as if I turned into a sparkle person/barney/puppy with crazy powers.

The bubbles started appearing and they all turned into crazy eyed lunatics, staring at the bubbles' every movement, clapping and all chanting "bubb bubb" at once. it was insanity! one kid even fell backwards due to the excitement of clapping, screaming, and searching for the now popped bubble, all at once.

It all reminded me of that quote in Knocked Up, when Paul Rudd's character says "I wish I liked anything as much as my kids like bubbles."

those little babies and their appreciation for the tiniest things in life always make my day.

:)

ahhhhhh

sundayz

i love saturday and sunday afternoons to just do nothing real. i'm very aware of the fact that i need a job, but no one wants me. the weeks are getting busier and busier, and i even joined the wilkes-barre library to save some money on books/dvds. it's just nice to know that sundays are free so i can do my routine things. i explore the internet for hours, clean, make my bed although i'll just be sitting on it all day, hydrate myself/recover, find new music, eat subway, not take a shower, be alone/not be alone, sit on the balcony, make playlists, talk with abby for hours online, read, look at the mountains from my bed. it's perfect.

here is a playlist i made today if anyone wants some new music..

fly around my pretty little miss by built to spill

little bit by lykke li

skinny love by bon iver

big sur by the thrills

You Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will by bright eyes

june gloom by the like

crazy love by daniel johnston

the general specific by band of horses

you love me by kimya dawson

the girl by dr. dog

pitseleh by elliott smith

im not gonna teach... by black kids

last day of magic by the kills

death and all his friends by coldplay

these days by joy division

sometimes..

people really need to get a grip on reality. an example of this, would be the photo above. those prices are very serious.

Alexander Wang, as much as i appreciate you, you really need to get the fuck out. if someone really needs a thermal onesie, i know a homeless person down the street from my dorm that will give them his. it's easy really, because he can save up some soda cans and purchase a new one for about 10 dollars somewhere. $305? really? I'm not even sure where to begin with the $285 denim shorts. somewhere bob the electrician and steve the plummer are laughing their asses off (cause they read this?). they got theirs for about 20 bucks from wrangler! the way it should be.

those two items are just an example at how ridiculous fashion is at times. i can go on and on about why i love fashion, but there are major issues in the industry that take away the joy. things like overpricing, false representation of women and body image, and straight up cattiness plague fashion. you can be just as stylish as you want, and it doesn't have to cost much.

there are so many amazing and talented designers out there with real ideas to help people feel good about themselves, but if vogue or some it-girl in hollywood isn't praising them that week, they get left out in the cold. it's insane how things work.

aint born typical.

the kills are fucking amazing musically, but also fashionably.

frontwoman alison mosshart's style is just a messy, bad-ass, girly grunge with a cig forever in her mouth, greasy black hair, perfect features, straddled across the stage floor, belting her heart away with elegantly desheveled jamie hince (miss moss' boi toi) on guitar. ok talk about run on sentence. sorry.

the two are a perfect representation of what i love about both music and fashion. definitley not zac efron and vanessa hudgens bullshit.

song reccomendations: Black Balloon, Tape Song, U.R A Fever, and Hook and Line

get on that shit.

favorite part.

paris, je t'aime.

little things

these are just little things that i've been obsessed with the past couple days...

oh yeah. i'm 20 now :] and honestly..it feels different. and good.

inspiration

this makes me want to just run out of bed and do something creative, PRONTO. i need those Number necklaces!

damn you motherchucker.

the whole Gossip Girl epidemic has gotten to me. i tried watching it last year, but got distracted. became fully addicted this season, and caught up on season one this past week on DVD. needless to say, the show has decent plot lines but i'm really in it for the clothes. specifically, miss blair waldorf's over-the-top rich bitch look. it's perfect.

addicted to it

flat

since i'm DEF not a tall-leggy girl, i should really get goin' on hating flat shoes but i just CANT. first of all, i'm in college, going from class-to-class, or just lounging around and flats are perfect. when i go out? please. i don't care about heels. nothing is worse than a girl parading around in uncomfortable heels especially when the only places to go are dirty basements or dorm rooms. come on.

so, flat shoes forev', i guess. especially, since it is now entering into winter, flat boots. i can't get enough. i was surfing around 80sPurple.com and spotted these bad boys. (above).

need.them.now.in.my.possession.

oh ya, i'm turning 20 in one week. isnt that something? i keep forgetting.

this past january, my two best friends and i took a vacation to the south of france. the experience was not only amazing because we were by ourselves, and independent..it was the whole idea of the country. my first trip to france was two summers ago, when i went to paris with my mother. at the time, i was 18 and wasnt totally impressed by the country until i left and realized what it was. i found paris to be the most romantic place on earth, but i was there with my mom. i promised myself i'd return with someone i loved (a man. not a parent!). the people are chic, and everything is simple yet gorgeous. the language, food, the attitude, the history..it all touched my life forever.

the south of france, specifically cannes, was paris but in a beachy, more glamorous setting. every meal we had, we stayed hours just relaxing and taking it all in, making friends with almost everyone. at night, we'd meet beautiful french men, drink, laugh, and stay up on the beach til the early morning hours. i cant wait to go back.

libey

I have said it once, and i will say it again: i love my library. When i was little, i would go every week with my mom to read curious george books, or participate in the arts & crafts shit that they had to do and play with the dollhouse. I loved it. Once i became a real person, i stopped caring and just wanted to do worthless teenage things like sitting on AOL til my eyeballs fell out. This summer I discovered again how cool the library is. Mainly because...it is VERY free.

It's quiet, has so many great DVDs, magazines, books, music, all free. Today i got The Motorcycle Diaries on DVD, three Radiohead albums, two magazines, a Rolling Stones greatest hits, a Yo La Tengo album. How perfect? I have to bring it all back tomorrow but come on, it's fucking good. Usually I take out books but I'm only home for the weekend. My favorites are the biographies, and the feminist books on why doctors/men are evil and out to slice off every woman's vagina and freedom. why? because i can. and because it's free. one thing that is not free: coffee and tea. and it also spills, burns my leg, stains my shirt, and no one cares to see if im okay. god america is good.

everytime i step foot into anthropologie, i am completely reminded why i'm a girl. it's a girly heaven of the most beautiful, interesting, (somewhat) affordable items you can ever own. everything is so delicate and precious. i get my love/appreciation of nice decor from my mom. it's truly one of her passions, and although we have different taste (i had to talk her out of buying a cushion cover with roosters on it today. we all make mistakes.), i still admire hers and she admires mine.

going to places like anthropologie inspires me because i'd never actually buy everything from there because i'd be on a budget, but it's so easy to duplicate. thank god i have a huge love for garage sales, flea markets and thrift stores. i just think your house or room says so much about you and i cannot understand when people are so careless and boring about it. but so many people are.

aside from oo-ing and aw-ing over every sweater, dress, shoe, necklace, and even a fucking candle that came into my sight, i picked up probably the coolest knob for my nightstand in my room at home. i just fell in love with it. so yeah im a 19 year old girl who falls in love with a knob for a drawer, and dreams of one day decorating her home with mismatching florals, plates embellished with bird drawings, and embroidered dish towels. completely normal..i should go take my hot flash medicine right now

santogold

i've been listening to santogold way too much lately. she's just so fucking addicting. being a huge fan of M.I.A, i kept hearing about this santogold character and seeing photos of her in magazines. she appeared to be a wannabe of my precious sri-lankan british princess M.I.A and i wanted to hate her. However, once i heard her song "im a lady" i became hooked. little did i know, her entire album had so much more in store than i could have hoped for. each song is different and offers a sound for each mood i have (there are many lately.)

my roommate and i share a favorite song of hers, "Starstruck" which we call the sexiest song in the entire world and even made up a twisted scenario about it. think whips, chains, drugs and just plain bad things. its perfect. this summer she collaborated with pharell williams and julian casablancas to make "My Drive Thru" which was one of my favorite songs to listen to this summer.

anyway, aside from being a music goddess, santogold has a pretty eclectic cool style that i myself could never pull off, but she does perfectly. think hooker-chic-tina turner-mick jagger-sexy-tough-beyonce. Basically, if i saw her, and somehow found a way to piss her off, she could kill me with one whip of her door knocker earrings but i would love it.

gappy

since i'm technically still an employee at the good ol' gap, i figured i'd post some of my favorite new arrivals to their collection. i mean, i do have some time to spare since i'm a: unemployed and b: need to waste time while the employee discount card collects dust in my pocket since i have no money to spare on clothes what-so-ever. i love you poor college life.

i want!

karl lagerfeld's face on a bag. he's so crazy and non-human. i love it.

also: fall is here. which means...coats, sweaters, tights, boots, goddddddddd its so good.

photo credit: because i'm addicted.

sometimes

it's possible to go overboard, especially with something as delicate as chanel. come on world. label whores must go.

taken from here

i said you're losing your mind

long hair, short hair, drunk or sober...caleb from kings of leon's beautiful face and voice will forever make my life feel warm. i can't wait to hear the rest of their new album. so far, its amazing.


this melted my heart

these are some of my favorite ads from louis vuitton ever. i love the way they use different types of celebrities/models and show the product in the background, instead of being the center of the show. its beautiful.

however, a not so beautiful aspect of my life is the fact that i've developed a late night habit of listening to Mariah Carey's "#1s" cd. it's just so good, i can't stop. i just switch the track when she starts screeching and singing slow songs. i just need that good ol m.carey beat.

everything is so 90's inspired now in fashion, which means its only natural for doc martin boots to make a comeback. daisy lowe is the new face for the brand in their new ad campaigns and she looks great in them, and i've seen others pull them off nicely. i personally love the flowery ones, because they remind me of a pair of boots that I wanted so much in second grade. I can't remember if I got them or not (i don't think i did.) but they were the same shape, with red & yellow tiny flowers. a girl in my class wore them with tights and a crazy dress and i was so fucking jealous.

favorite

anyone who knows me well, knows i love alexa chung and her style.
this is her at london fashion week 2008

fuck off

okay. zac efron..it's reeeeallly time for you to go. you are a male, and you are already presented as a very feminine guy. there is sexuality questioning, you are perfectly groomed, with impecable poses, and more foundation on your face than my girl tammy faye. RIP. and now you go and show your face alone on teen vogue? fucked up!

with all of that said..when I go to sit in barnes & noble, to read numerous magazines that i don't purchase because i'm a cheap bastard, I don't intend on seeing your god damn face. whats next? are you going to be on the cover of Cosmo, posing in a red halter top and low rider jeans, with a blurb reading "Ten Ways to Please Your Guy" next to your pearly white smile? i can't deal with you and i never want to.

you'll never make it in this town, and by town i mean wilkes-barre, PA.

xoxooxoxoxox sarah

okay so..

i really am not one to dream about my wedding/wedding dress/any of that. infact, i don't even want a white dress or any of that. but when i dream of my perfect gown, i think of only one word: Marchesa.

Marchesa is a fashion label by Georgina Chapman and Keren Craig. NyMag describes the style as "Pretty evening gowns that offer extra delicacy and detail make up the bulk of the collections. Far East–inspired embroidery, draping fabrics, and a modern, feminine perspective lend the label its distinctive look"

aka: amazing, beautiful pieces of art that you can wear, and look like a cross between a wonderful pastry (you know, the kind you see in a fancy bakery that you wouldnt even dare eating because it's just that attractive), an old European building, and a goddess. The female world is a better place when things like this are involved. Boring strapless prom dresses, and poofy sparkle gowns need not apply.

I want to be old and gray and have a closet filled with these dresses and Chanel bags to talk about when there's nothing left to talk about in my life, or if i'm all alzheimers-y and just forget everything. Yeah yeah yeah, i'll hopefully have life accomplishments too..

and for the lolz <--click

old timez

In my 'writing in the golden age of hollywood' class this week, we watched the movie Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, starring Marilyn Monroe and that other chick (who i wound up loving the best.) Usually I don't watch old movies, but i was surprised at how much I loved this one and I want to start watching more. Anyway, i loved their style and their attitudes. Although the movie (and book) is primarily about using men for their money, i found it eye opening.

In another film class, we're watching the movie Adam's Rib with Katharine Hepburn (another style icon) and Spencer Tracy and it's also a girl-power movie, especially for 1949. I love it so far. I totally think i'm more of a hepburn gal than a monroe.

Also, when i searched "gentlemen prefer blondes", this came up, which naturally put a creepy smile across my face. cats are so hot right now

woof

i have come to the sad, but real conclusion that if i decide to get bangs at this point in my life, i will look like baby suri. she is simply 2 years old and i will be 20. or maybe i'll look like DJ, the little brother from Roseanne. sigh

also: i update this thing too much already. also also: im getting a new ipod tomorrow because a homeless person stole mine. also x 3: tokyo police club is too good sometimes (only sometimes)

girl crush

participating in vincent gallo's The Brown Bunny = bad

everything else about Chloe Sevigny's life= good

WANG

i have fallen under alexander wang's spell. i tried to avoid it but i just cant. he has become the latest epitome of girlfun even if he is technically a man.

babes in wilkes-barre land

today i began volunteer work at a day care center near my college. i love babies, and figured if i was going to give back to society i might as well do it hands on with something i love/people instead of filing papers or peeling potatoes. anyway, for the entire three hours i had the biggest smile on my face the whole time. it was just a happy land filled with tiny infants and one year olds. they just climbed all over me, hugged me, kissed me, and threw their tiny toys at my head and i loved it. also, i'm confident that i will be sick with some sort of cold/runny nose within the next 2 days. they were covered in drool, snot, food, and one little girl even tried swallowing her hair clip. my kind of crowd.

my heart melts at baby outfits. nothing is cuter than a fat baby boy with a navy blue polo and tiny jeans, or a little girl in a smocked pink dress. i realize that all they want is to grab the dora the explorer figurine from their playmates' cereal covered fingers, and have no idea what they are wearing..but one day they will, and they will thank their mothers for not putting them in awful cheesy clothing.

the pics above are from Phillip Lim's kid collection.

yeehaw

it's fashion week in wilkes-barre.

let me just put it this way: marc jacobs needs to checckkkk himself. now. really? that outfit ? get over yourself mj. I used to believe in him (ok, i still do), but now i feel like he's just playing a huge joke on everyone. it's kind of funny. i'll give him that. i love a good flannel, and an amish inspired outfit but.....this makes me want to roll my eyes until they just dissintegrate.

on another note: TopShop is now in America! NYC! how ready am i (everyone)?

+____+

my sleep schedule is totally fucked. not as bad as the summer where i'd be up til 3am and not wake up til noon. my current living situation is very college, except i'm living in a hotel downtown (not as poor as it sounds. it's just another form of student housing here..) with a (great) roommate, paper thin walls with loud neighbors (who are currently blasting john mayer. who blasts john mayer? infact, who cares about john mayer? oh wait, i guess everyone?), and some sort of ghost/presence on the floor above me that makes loud noises even though there is no one living up there. weird. anyway, what i'm trying to say is that sleep is weird and i love the internet. so, recently i've found a wonderful way to put me to sleep when layin in bed in the dark over thinking every detail of my life just isnt cutting it: fashion blogs.

chictopia has been a godsend, and any other link that i creepily click from that website. it's basically a jubilee (as good ol' mary would say) of all of these people, taking photos of what they wear and where they get it from. sound boring? yeah. but it's not. cause they dress amazing! it's compleeteely inspirational, especially when i'm used to walking around a sea of victoria secret sweatpants and veira bradley bags when i'm on campus. would i go as far as taking photos of my everyday outfits, posting them on a blog, patting myself on the back for it? hell no. but atleast other people do it and i can awkwardly click on it every night to see it.

new blog. think of this guy as more of a fashion/music blog....whatever! i just want to love things, judge things, hate things, scream about them, all that stuff!