March 30, 2011

summer come quickly

spring is fine. it's cool. whatever.

while spring may remind others of daffodils and the easter bunny, it quickens my heart at the thought that summer is just around the corner. because summer just makes everything better. it means more: sun, vacations, happiness and adventures while wearing less: clothes, worries and cares. it's pretty much everything i love the most all wrapped into four delicious months (since i let september weasel its way into the summer category). although it's three months early, i'm prepping for summer '11 like it's the second coming of Y2K. today i made some anticipatory purchases to get me all sorts of summa-fied and even got inspired to throw together some sunny weather digs on polyvore. here's to the next 3 months flying by!

i've been growing out my locks for the past 5+ years and they're finally the optimum everything to pull off a mean head of beach hair. with that in mind i bought some osis "dust it" to help perfect my mop. this mattifying powder creates texture, volume and separation to give your hair that effortless, faux dirty look (or real dirty in my case).


i also stuck some aquage sea salt texturizing spray in my shopping cart. i've swiped some of my brother's bumble & bumble sea salt spray but aquage came highly recommended and is less money for more product. as michael scott would say, it's a win-win-win.





thanks to both of these products i will be whipping my hair like willow all.summa.longgggg





i also treated myself (finally!) to a coveted bueno bueno texas key necklace from the loverly brandi & kelly at mucho bueno. the best year of my life was spent in the lone star state and now i can flash my allegiance loud and proud.





and finally, a little polyvore set i put together of an outfit that screams summer

March 29, 2011

thrifting

i am just on a roll lately. after spending far too long scouring shelves at goodwill, valu village, the Fremont vintage mall and deluxe junk, i’ve come up with some killer thrifts of late. sometimes i forget to pace myself and have to slow down and remind myself there’s really no need to:

A) be spending over $20 at goodwill in one run and

B) cram every single thrifting delight into a single post.

now, let me set the record straight, i once went head-to-head with my old man over wearing a used outfit from the consignment shop. the thought of wearing someone else’s clothes made my flesh crawl. now that i think of it, i’m a little appalled my mom was on board with that given her germophobic nature. now that i’m all growed up, that old sentiment is long gone and i get a tingly little thrill every time i score a find while thrifting. over time i’ve developed a keen eye when it comes to primo junk. don’t believe me? feast your eyes on these latest finds and remember, there’s always more where that came from.


a budding vintage scarf & bandana collection



tell me this isn't insanely cool...buffalo hunting on a textile?!



no secret i <3 anything tribal



have to admit the stars & strips silk is my favorite



tribal oversized belted cardigan? yes please.



antique credenza for $19. so what if we left one of the sliding doors @ the store?



spruced up my dresser top with an adorable tray and
teensy mint colored ring dish for $0.99 each




March 26, 2011

four

four years ago today i lost my life's best friend and the only grandpa i'd ever known.

virgil logan drydale was my darling, gruff great-grandpa with a heart the size of texas. walking into their little house on lewis street, he'd always be sitting in his chair sipping on a pepsi or tall glass of cold milk. if pop wasn't there he could be found out in his backyard shop, wearing a pearl snap shirt and jean jacket with a sheep shearling collar, tinkering around with his tools. pop was a john wayne connoisseur - with about three copies of every JW cassette tape ever made - and a lover of all things western (which is why i'll be tuning into AMC's screening of JW's true grit today). i remember how paper thin his pocket handerchiefs were, how he'd wait outside the fairview avenue barber shop every saturday morning an hour before they opened (pop always had the freshest buzz cut), and how he cut the toes out of his expensive romeo shoes so his "feet could breathe".

when him and great-grandma were a little more mobile, we'd love passing them around town in their old chevy pick-up with their enormous boston terriers, partner and shadow, sitting on their laps. one time us three kids were running to the bank on a saturday morning and saw pop sitting in the truck at marth's IGA waiting for grandma. we scared the hell out of him popping up outside his window and set the dogs into a frenzy prompting a, "damnit! get DOWN!" to the pups. i would always kiss the top of his head when i came in and his stubbly cheek when i left and loved his crooked smile and sky blue eyes. pop was even responsible for my college decision. i just couldn't choose between seattle pacific and grace university in omaha but was sold on SPU when he told me, "there's too many damn chiggers" in nebraska.

that was a horrible day when he died. i never thought life would be remotely the same again and it hasn't been. four years later, something's still missing. i think of my pop every single day - whether it's when i see spencer wear his watch and glasses or when i carry his blue handkerchief in my pocket. now, more than anything, i want every thing i do to make pop proud and honor his legacy of hard work, integrity and love.


p.s. aren't they just adorable? 67 years of being best friends.

week's end

this was a crazy week. work was demanding, my house is a mess (evidence of a frenetic week) and the blog got more visitors than any other time in its 2+ year history. i’ve been doing a ton of research on other similar blogs (far more popular than mine) seeing what they do differently to cultivate a strong readership, a steady following and turn it into a career. wouldn’t that be incredible – to blog for a living??? the thought alone gives me a happy shiver. here are some fun finds from around the web to start your weekend off right. plus i’ll have a little more personal post this afternoon if you feel like swinging by later on in the day. until then, enjoy the eye candy and happy weekending!

pay a visit to my newest blog crush design love fest (where type and images totally make out) from the mind of the brilliant bri emery, graphic designer and art director of rue magazine (more to come on that later). warning: it will make you want to read every post she’s ever written

go peep the photography work of harper smith here – it’s edgy + indie + boho perfection. while you’re there, swing by her blog and get inspired.

like my mom, i’m obsessed with paper products. my heart beats for a good letterpress card and someday i’m going to have my own card company called the nitty gritty card committee. until then i swoon over folks like those at sapling press who just “get it” when it comes to a good card. see what i mean?




if you haven’t yet seen rue magazine, you’re missing OUT. this online decorating mag just released its fourth issue and it’s dripping with mind-blowing goodness. a mere six months old, rue is already turning heads in the blogging world and the current issue even features several photo spreads by seattle wunderkinds sarah & chris rhoads.

sprucing up your space requires little more than stopping by lucky little dot. it’s like going to the hippest goodwill ever – without having to paw through scads of knick knacks and junk.

i’m off for a trip to the beach (albeit a rainy, cold seattle beach) and a little thrifting! here’s to seeing some sunshine in the emerald city.

March 24, 2011

little kid scientist

as of four o'clock this afternoon, i was stumped for what to post today. who knew that my 5 year old BFF would provide all the inspiration i needed? tia root is my GIRL (pronounced guuuuuuuuuurrrrrl). i first laid eyes on her at all saints church in 2005 when she was a chubby, rose-lipped little sushi roll with scattered wisps of black hair, reminiscent of an old balding man. luckily, her looks have significantly improved and she's an absolute doll. that girl is 5 going on 25, has some serious chops and scares me with how smart she is. i don't like to refer to myself as her babysitter but more of her best friend who happens to be 19 years older.

tonight after i gave her and the boys a shower, we gabbed like a couple of old hens while i gave her a leg and foot rub. in true little girl fashion, she's got bruises peppering her shins and blames them the the hard knock life of a preschooler. so while i massaged all her worries away, we had an interview of sorts.

Tia: Some scientists believe in God and some don't. They just don't. They think science things just happen.

KT: I'm a scientist and I believe in God.

T: Me too! I'm a little kid scientist!

K: Hollerrrrr. So let's talk about dreams. What do you dream about?

T: I want to either dream about me being a queen, science or me and a kitty cat cuddling together.

K: What do you mean science?

T: You know, science questions - like planets and how you find out things about them and volcanoes and weather.

K: Are you going to be a scientist?

T: Oh yeah - a doctor, a scientist, vet, a nurse, a famous ice skater or Clara in the Nutcracker.

K: Oh. My. Gosh. I love you.

T: Yeah, thanks.

K: Be a scientist because you can change the world.

T: I can?

K: Uh huh. You know how I told you that we all have bits of God in us - that we were made in His image, so that means we are like Him? Well you can show people who He is and how He lives in you by making people feel better and healing them and making new discoveries.

T: RIGHT!

K: I believe in you. Girl power.

T: I have one more thing...I pray to God every night for sweet science dreams and I love the dreams I get.

K: Science dreams huh...

T: Yeah, craaaazy ones.

tell me she isn't the most perfect cherub on Earth.



March 23, 2011

a crafter's paradise

the only person on earth who makes a bigger hullabaloo over their birthday is my mom. genetics at their finest, eh? this requires me to think about her gift months in advance! so, in true KT fashion, i began planning a week ahead of time and discovered the perfect present for the perfect mother. the idea for these hand-crafted plush hearts is courtesy of katie kukulka of "i go by katie". she was a guest blogger for the fabulous moorea seal and posted a darling tutorial that i had to try.

after work one day, i meandered over to joann fabrics in ballard with this project in mind. i peeped some adorable striped fabric in the bargain bin, chose five bright and spring-ish flavors of embroidery floss, grabbed a pack of needles and went to town. no pattern needed! i simply folded the fabric, cut out two identical hearts, embroidered the edges in a variety of stitches and stuffed them with batting. back in the day, i got all caught up in an amish christian romance novel (so many things wrong with that phrase) and swore up and down i needed to start working on a dowry - tea towels and quilts and pillowcases, OH MY! so i learned how to embroider like a champ and, though the dowry has long fallen by the wayside, my skills with a needle & thread are alive and well. this whole project ended up costing me about $7 and a whole week of my social life, not to mention early-onset carpal tunnel, but it was so worth it. in retrospect, i probably should have invested in a new pair of scissors as mine are a prehistoric pair of shears once belonging to my aunt back when "groovy" was the "it" phrase but...i didn't.

the whole gist of this gift was to give my mom tangible reminders of my love for her. i sewed 14 hearts of different sizes and drove to OR for the weekend to hide 13 of them all over her most-frequented household locations. the 14th was lovingly wrapped in a miniscule box and presented with an antique robin's egg blue mason jar tied in a cherry red ribbon. shame on me for not taking pictures of the final presentation because it was so cute. in her card i wrote that, whilst sewing all of these little lovies, i recalled my most favorite memories with her and prayed like crazy for my little mother. so all of those golden memories and my heart and prayers were sewed into these guys (along with a little KT DNA after pricking my fingers a million times). in her card i admonished her not to go looking for them but to let them find her. i really felt like they'd be discovered when she most needed some extra love.

here's cold hard evidence that i do indeed have a crafty bone in my body. it may be small and little used, but it's there! what do you think?

p.s. yesterday, a whopping 351 people visited northwest is best. yay and thank you! i love sharing things that inspire and encourage people (:


my final product. not bad right?



March 22, 2011

people's republic of tuesday

i don't know what it is about tuesday but today i came across a disproportionate amount of gorgeous people and they're just too pretty to keep to myself. it was like a helmet fire of the most glorious kind! my inspiration folder for the week is FULL, which is good news for the both of us. enjoy the eye candy.

disclaimer: i have included a picture of myself at the end of this post, chiefly for the purpose of conveying my excitement that i got the new CB album "F.A.M.E." a whole day before its release. my aim is not just to affiliate myself with the aforementioned "gorgeous people" but, in my own small way, celebrate this day you could probably care less about momentous occasion.


stumbling across spell designs was like finding my long lost cosmic twin. their designs (and hair) are the stuff boho dreams are made of. i'm now their #1 stalker.


Elle France, October 2010



this makes me anxious for summer and sun


going wild for wilde


heyoka leather's spring '09 and fall '10 lookbooks are to die for


Elle France, October 2010


the ever timeless, grace kelly


Liu Wen, the face of Elle China, September 2008


taylor swift + the big top = circus gypsy


not sure who the babe on the back is but when i happened across this pic on where is the cool i recognized my old SPU-mate chris cushingham, an industrial interior designer who always seemed to know what was hip before the rest of the world. he does it all too - models, designs, randomly appears on HGTV shows, you name it. keep an eye on him, the only place he's going is up, up and away.


another timeless babe - ali macgraw, star of my favorite movie "love story"


this little guy was solely responsible for turning monday into FUNDAY. and consequently made me happy as a clam.


date a girl who reads...


"Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by God, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes."

— Rosemary Urquico (via oh, mishka)

March 21, 2011

monday inspiration

although mondays in general have me praying God will make me a bird and fly me far, far away from work, they do so happen to be my days of greatest inspiration. i attack dozens of blogs and tumblrs with renewed vigor and come up with some swoon-worthy finds. some make me catch my breath and think, "i have to post this on the blog". so here are just a small handful of what's making my heart flutter today. this week there will be more of this to come! plus looking to you for advice on how to get a readership and spread the love.

p.s. website is looking GOOD. still a construction zone though...

these literally made me gasp when i saw them. from vogue espana april 2011.
via fashion copious




twine + feathers = j'adore


definitely feeling the reflective sunglasses trend
via street TONIC


my hair felt this long yesterday when i caught it in the car door.
LOVE the muted color palette, leather and chambray shirt.
via


yes to all of it. especially beanie and bangles.


drag racing engagement shoot

March 19, 2011

st. patrick's day

here's hoping y'all had a smashing st. patty's day full of good food, great beer, saucy redheads and golden friends. i feasted at my neighbor's who served every tasty irish morsel you can possibly imagine. it just kept coming and i had to fold after the second course. i contributed my green irish soda bread and it was a HUGE hit. this week was spent collecting photos that remind me most of my favorite holiday - images of gold and green and everything in between. did you go all out this SPD?

my soda bread! they liked it! they really liked it!

what could be more perfect than an SPD wedding? slainte!

the perfect hue of amber hair

my st. patrick's outfit - green anthro dress & golden braided belt

an irish blessing i'd love to frame and hang about

what's more irish than ireland itself?

dying over this green dress. it's like peter pan plus glitter!

the ultimate bombshell - red hair and she can SANG

i'd like to find these at the end of the rainbow
(even better that they're in my closet)