Friday, May 11, 2012

I drugged a man.

Yep, that's right... Somehow I've successfully kept a man inebriated long enough to commit to a monogamous relationship with yours truly.  Not knowing how long his admiration for alcohol might last, I've been taking full advantage of our time together.  What we've accomplished:

1. Robbing federal property
 (See photos below)

2. Couples Snowboarding 
(Me stuck at the top of a cliff while he attempts a 720 jib jab McStrudle)

3. Couples Mountain Biking
(I walk my bike up the hill, he patiently waits at the top for approx. 2 hours while i sweat out all the alcohol from the previous night)

4.  Trip to San Francisco to take me to see one of my favorite bands

5. Numerous other things that I'm sure are stacking up in his pile saying, "Head for the hills!"

*** We (I say "we", but if blame is to be placed, I mean "him.") found a condemned barn in the middle of nowhere in search for margaritas... armed with tecate we decided to fill our afternoon with urban exploring... this was the result.

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Year Two.

Meet Janice. 

The handler of this hot mess. She is my daily inspiration.  From the painstaking hours she invested to teach me how to thread a sewing machine and fill a bobbin to the annoyance she suffered when finding her prized paint brushes filled with hardened acrylic paint stuffed back into a drawer.  She was a saint.  She understood that the drawings in my textbooks were not a way to disrespect the teachers but a way to make class bearable.  

 This is my beloved grandmother that I lost two years ago to Leukemia.  This is a photo of one the most amazing people in the world and myself para-sailing over beautiful Lake Tahoe three years ago.  Not a day goes by that I don't feel her presence and guidance.  Only with her death did I tap into my love for art and all things design.  As the President of Solar Power Energy in the 70's a lifetime advocate for children, a successful entrepreneur and comic relief she has left some big shoes to fill.  I can't begin to thank her enough for encouraging me to follow my heart, pursue what I love, and to relish in the pride of being an independent woman. Miss you G-ma.

Monday, March 5, 2012

Being A hot mess isn't as easy as it sounds.  Waking up in a strangers home doesn't have to be embarrassing. In those desperate and hazy moments I cling to my necessities to make the walk of shame an enjoyable stroll...

Step 1. Tylenol
Step 2. Dry Shampoo and Bobby pin you're bed head into a top knot
Step 3. Wash your face, apply mascara so your blood shot eyes at least look open.
Step 4. Throw your heels in your purse, slip on the moccasins, cover your cleavage with a loose scarf, and wrap up that slutty dress with a classy morning appropriate cardigan.


Ray-Ban Classic Aviator Sunglasses
and let's remember never, NEVER leave anything behind...

Thursday, March 1, 2012


This March I plan on....
1. Laying Out
2. Spring Wardrobe Cleanse
3. Find a hot guy
4. Ease up in the Martini department

IF I had a boyfriend.

IF I had a boyfriend.

I'm sure it's clear that I'm single. Weird I know, the apocalypse must be approaching....  but on the off chance I had to be spotted with some good looking bachelor this is what he would be wearing.  Tasteless pieces with some flair.  Obviously not to much flair as to ensure I always look better. duh.