Wednesday Night Date Night

It’s been a long week. It’s Tuesday already, and holy Moses. I live in a new house, with a new roommate, very little in the way of closet space. It’s amazing how unaccomodating a person can be when you try to take over their entire closet. Are you sure you need clothes? If I had a dollar for every time I heard “How many shoes do you have?” I’d have two new pairs of shoes.

I’m kidding of course, the man took me in and gave me 3/4 of his closet, and for that I decided to take him out to dinner tomorrow night. We are going out to the South End in Boston for Mexican food tequila, and in my opinion that is the perfect reason to bring Little Phillip out for his first night on the town.

As always, inspiration for my outfit comes from Taylor Tomasi Hill who is perhaps one of the most brilliantly dressed women on the planet.

Now I can’t see into the future, especially because East Coast weather has been particularly fickle as of late, so I’ll update with actual results later. But as a general rule, the mid-week date is a little bit hard to dress for. On the one hand, you may be coming straight from work, which means you have little leeway unless you have a fashion-forward boss. On the other hand, you may be using the mid-week date to spice things up a bit, which means you need fringe on your shoes…or somewhere.

Yes I have already used this picture, but I sort of walked right into it and so I had to repost. I’m particularly fond of the instagramming effects I chose in this one (I’m daughterelle…follow me and see my pictures before they happen here). This fringe skirt from Zara is amazing, and I love it in blue too. Plus, it allows you to La Cucaracha with the best of ’em.

Of course, you don’t have to wear fringe on Wednesdays, but why the heck not? Dates love it, trust me.


Back to Life

 Hello! Again! Blogworld Hello! I have missed you so much, good golly how are you? Please please read me! Law School is over, can you believe it? I know I sure can’t.

My plans to begin reposting really centered around a pair of suede Chloe heels which I had hoped would be waiting for me when I returned from my brother’s wedding in Colorado. Three unsuccessful UPS delivery attempts later, they are on their way back to Kentucky (seriously) and being that they are the last pair in my size, I am apparently unable to retrieve them. So back to the internet I went, to look at things I wish were mine, with a new perspective on life. Void of textbooks, outlines, highlighters and filled with sunshine, music and wine.

It of course led to thoughts about the music festivals I missed, and those that I plan to attend, albeit in October, but its never too early to plan an outfit. Or is it? It’s 2012 after all, maybe its not the right time to plan anything. Then again, I’ll have plenty of time to festival in October before the alleged apocolypse. So, yeah, I’ll plan some outfits.

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Dusty Blue and Dusty Rose says Austin to me apparently. Add some fringe and some cut out shoes (these or these) and you’re all set. For summer music, or any summer occasion really… Lace dress with some sort of utility jacket on top? Wooweee cowboy getta moveon. Or whatever they say in Austin…

What I Drank on Wednesday Night

I had to write this in past tense, because there was a little bit of a twist on my normal weekday drinking habit, and that was oil painting. I wanted to write this in advance, but as it turns out, I wasn’t sure if it was going to be fun in a fun way, or fun in a what-the-hell-this-is-hilarious kind of way.

Update: We had so much fun painting it was ridiculous. Although we were forced to listen to U2 all night (which I’m sure we can all agree is the worst band ever created), Dorothy (see below) described it as a birthday party where you get to leave with a present. We both agreed that the painting for the night (see below) looked like Armageddon-without-gravity-plus-jellybeans, and despite the fact that we tried to hang it up in someone else’s house on the way home from the bar so we wouldn’t have to look at it all the time, it sure was fun to make.

Back to past tense, Nevertheless, we started with Slane Castle Whiskey (Whisky), which is one of my new favorite bottles of anything. First, because its delicious. Second, its not expensive. And Third, its actually made in Slane Castle, and they have concerts at the castle, and I just love the whole ambiance of everything this bottle originates from. The family and the castle has been producing Whiskey since the 18th century. Its floral, and it really comes alive with ice cubes. It’s great on its own, but it makes quite the old fashioned as well. It’s the perfect accompaniment to Mad Men too, I love the nostalgia of it.

Anyway, painting…

I had some pretty rad black and white patterned jeans on (here…I think you can see I went through a pretty serious Rag & Bone phase) that I wish made it into the picture, but that’s ok.

The bf has commented on my overall good mood since this night, and we have agreed that all I need in life is arts & crafts, alcohol and cheese to be happy. So that’s my new plan…

When The Boys Are Away, Drink Some Rose

So I’ve mentioned them before, but if Urban Grape wasn’t already my favorite wine shop (which they are) then now they are my more favoriter wine shop. Most favoritist. Which is impossible because they are already my favorite. Anyone still reading???

In the last week or so, Urban Grape opened its selection of Roses, and Lord help me if I don’t make it over there today. Every time I go into Urban Grape I come out with a bottle of wine that tastes nothing like anything I have tried before (in a good way). T.J. and his staff have compiled such a wonderful and unique compilation of bottles and producers that it seems impossible to go wrong. In fact, I find it hard to believe there is a bad bottle of wine in there…

But lets just say there is, for argument’s sake. (Assuming arguendo as they say in the intellectual world, when trying to, oh I don’t know, say its ok for the federal government to pick your doctor or, sheesh hmmm tell you how to spend all your money…) T.J. won’t let you have it. When you walk through the door, the staff pours you a glass of wine, starts chatting and helps you discover what you like and what you might not like as much. It’s brilliant. Then, by the way they have organized their selection, through weight, rather than by region, you can kind of guess that you like a whole wall full of wines rather than just a bottle. That way, you are free to discover new wines that you can feel more confident you will like, and if you don’t feel confident, you have an expertly trained staff to backstop you. It’s brilliant.


More to the point, rose. I cannot wait to see what is going on over there and give a few a try. Sunny weather is always my impetus for my first rose, and even though its dreary out, I’ve already had my first bottle, so that statement is irrelevant. I broke the seal as they say in frat houses. 

Which I shouldn’t be saying because the whole point of this post is that the “frat house” of sorts that I associate myself with (if you consider Ivy-league educated, future lawyers “fratty,” which let me tell you, you should) is away on a softball-and-drinking trip which gives me time to finally finish bedazzling, settle the fight with my landlord, and paint my nails with glitter.


What I am Drinking This Wednesday Night

I have to be honest. I am not drinking anything this Wednesday night.

I spent yesterday evening at Korean Barbeque with Kirin and Sake, wandered into a bar and found friends who weren’t drinking and then horribly embarassed myself with my terrible foosball, and drunken antics. My roommate informed us that we fell asleep with the Oxygen channel on full-volume, and I have been trying to eat my way through my hangover all day.

But if I was drinking, I would be drinking this: 2009 Uppercut Cabernet Sauvignon (Napa)

This is a bottle I received from the Urban Sampler, put together by Urban Grape. The best, coolest wine store in all of Boston I swear. T.J. at Urban Grape puts together a monthly four-pack ($50). It is always such a good deal, I think this bottle of Cabernet usually sells for $25 on its own, and it is such a fun way to discover new wines.

Last month, I had a white burgandy that smelled like Cotton-Candy and tasted like butter. It was absolutely incredible.

This bottle was actually recommended to me last month, and I can’t wait to try it. See what Urban Grape has to say about it here. If something changes and I open it tonight, I will update accordingly. Otherwise, go to Urban Grape in Chestnut Hill, you will be so happy that you did!

Fairytale Neon-And-Floral Barbeque Picnic (In Cambridge on a Sidewalk)

I am in the mood for some barbeque. First of all, it has fifty-five degrees again in Boston for weeks (although apparently the snow is coming today…). Clearly the East Coast is generally unaware of the fact that it is February. Leap year confuses even Mother Earth.

Second of all, I was recently informed that my favorite “barbeque” place, Formaggio’s, is beginning is sidewalk barbeque summer two months early! Does explicitly mentioning barbeque render my weather reference obsolete? In any case, get your belly’s ready, because it is one of my favorite–maybe my favorite–meal in Boston.

Starting March 17th, and every Saturday through about October, Formaggio’s will bring its giant charcoal grill  to the sidewalk in Cambridge and cook up some of the best barbeque in America. Formaggio’s specializes in Italian style, and uses a different variety of spices than you might encounter at a more traditional, American-style barbeque. Think subtle heat, more earth and less vinegar, lots of smoke, lots of drooling (not in the food…).

Grillmaster Eric has even packaged his signature spice, so those of you who are going to be so jealous of me on March 17th in other cities can get a sampling of what Formaggio’s has to offer here. I have used this spice on meat, and have even included it in sauces and soups to give my cooking some low heat and more depth.

Naturally, all of this makes me want to wear neon and floral prints. It’s a barbeque, duh.

Barbeque Picnic of My Dreams

In truth, the only appropriate use of floral in Boston if it is on a Baseball cap and there is an embroidered red “B” covering the entire front of it. Glitter should only be used to highlight the name of Tom Brady on a jersey-dress. So here is where you non-Bostonians gain an advantage. Get yourself some floral jeans, and a patterned blouse (or denim tee) and pair them with gold-glitter sandals. For some reason, I am really into glitter for the day time and I think both of these pairs (“One month rent“, and “I can still eat this month“) can easily transition from day to night.

Or go for the neon and pastel look. Pink pants, blue shirt, orange shoes. Yellow dress, denim vest, and wedge sneakers (“For sneakers????“, or “For Sneakers??” Kudos to any of you who actually wear stilettos to a barbeque. Or go to a barbeque in February. If you do, tell me where you live because I want to move there.

Whimsy Chef at Chef’s Whim

Dinner night out on Sunday? Well, yes, if you want a whimsical meal with whimsy wonders…on a whim.

At Craigie on Main in Boston, Chef Tony Maws offers a well-priced four or six course menu entirely of his own creation, every Sunday after 9:00. The menu is called “The Surprise,” which thankfully is manifested in the super-delicious-definitely-not-school-cafeteria-lunchmeat connotation. And, if you order the six-course menu, as we did, you practically get the restaurant to yourself by the time you finish!

Our meal consisted of a scallop ceviche with a rose-harissa dressing, roasted bone marrow and texas toast, and a skirt steak with carrots braised in duck fat. For dessert, we were provided with a sour cream panna cotta (which I loved even though I generally despise panna cotta), and a bourbon-ice cream cake with a bacon-fat graham cracker crust. Holy moses…let me tell you.

Ok, instead I am about to lie to you. But at least I warned you (you unknown reader…). I had big plans for my outfit out, I’m a student and it doesn’t happen all the time. But Boston decided to be a disagreeable -4 degrees that evening, and so my choices were severely limited. I had a pair of glittery Proenza Schouler lace-up oxfords all laced up for the occasion, but I thought it prudent to save my toes (I only have ten afterall…) and so switched into last minute dress-and-black-tights combo. Unfortunately, this blog hadn’t been born then, so I wasn’t able to document, but I won’t make that mistake again.

Instead, I give you my pick for the death trap perfect date night shoe, my satin Nicholas Kirkwood satin peep toes. Similar ones here. I think they are as whimsy as whimsy dinners can be. I’ll be sure to include a more inclusive outfit as I move forward as I am afraid that readers my mom will think I am advocating a birthday suit outfit with fabulous heels. Well, I guess when you put it that way….