Westside is Bestside

This is the neighborhood I grew up in. My house is certainly one of those that has succumbed to the fire. A very wise woman wrote today, “Reminds us of what is important. Our trust in God, and our relationships with others. Everything else is destroyed at the drop of a match.”

Heaven is in Oregon

Image Courtesy of Angel Vine. Note, this is a more expensive bottle and probably also delicious.

2009 Angel Vine Columbia Valley Zinfandel. Holy Moses, literally this time. Apparently angels on the vine translate to pure heaven in a glass. For those of you who drink red wine in the summertime (you know who you are) I commend you for your commitment to health and antioxidants and recommend that you try this bottle immediately. Or a glass, or a bottle, which ever you want. It’s summertime, get on a roof and get drinking! If it’s as sweltering where you are as it is where I am, you may want to keep the bottle under the air conditioning though…yikes.

  While I was mosey-ing around the internet for information on the winery, I found this picture of Zinfandel grapes (on the left) and Pinot Noir grapes (on the right). Car keys on top. I’m not really sure what any of this means, but I thought it was an interesting picture.

Zinfandels are infamous for their less-expensive, White-Zinfandel manifestations. These grapes are fruity and sweet, and therefore can be bottled in some pretty awful tasting ways. A good Zinfandel, like this one here, is fruity and dry, a little sweet but not in a tastes-like-the-wine-from-church kind of way.

These wines are very much American, this was the most commonly planted grape in California before it was overtaken by the Cabernet Sauvignon. And I am telling you, this is a must-try bottle, I mean it. Be Patriotic. Drink Wine.

A Closet Full of…Meh…

It’s summertime sales season, and it has been quite a chore to put my credit card back in the little pocket in my wallet where it belongs when there are things like this, and this running around for 50% off. I’ve resorted to asking my best friend, “Do I Need This?” before I make any purchase. She has definitely nixed a few things and I think my closet will eventually thank her for it. On the other hand, she has made some alternative suggestions, including trading a floral jean purchase for waxed boa-print denim. Who knows where her true loyalties lie. But, my bank account is grateful. Me, I’m not sure how I feel about her right now…

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Long Dress, Acne. Sunglasses, Karen Walker. Black pumps, Altuzarra. Hat, Brixton. Ankle Boots, Alexander Wang. Floral Dress, Haute Hippie. Pink Skirt, Marc Jacobs. Red Dress, Babajaan. Fringe Boots, Maison Martin Margiela, 22. Floral Romper, Etoile Isabel Marant. Jacket, Vanessa Bruno.

What we did discuss is putting the money aside that I might’ve spent on something that is kinda…alright, for something that I would invest it and wear for a whole season or longer. I have so many clothes in my closet that I will never ever wear/can’t fathom what encouraged me to make the purchase. If half of my stuff wasn’t in storage right now I would visually demonstrate my problem. But I can’t so close your eyes and think gold sequined vest. I know it’s a vest with glitter, and so it’s probably amazing, but actually it is terrible so don’t get ahead of yourself.

The point is that if I took out everything in my closet I hated, and might not have really even liked when I bought it, I could probably pay off my law school debt buy the entire Isabel Marant spring collection. That’s not true of course, you can’t really trade Zara for Isabel, unless of course we are talking about this, but you see my point. A penny saved is a penny closer to some other pair of future shoes that I am dying over, but in the meantime it’s these. Which might even save the gold vest, but then again, that really undercuts my argument.

I really hoped I’d make it somewhere in this writing, to impart you with some life-shopping lesson, but I feel that I have more words than you have attention. So good luck through this, the best shopping time of the year.

Food for Thought

Dinner last night. Lotsa wine, no tequila which I suppose now makes me a double liar. Also, in lieu of fringe I wore floral and stripes as a way of adapting to the fact that the temperatures were low and my lower limbs were somewhat unshaven.

Top, Urban Outfitters. Vest, Rag & Bone. Clutch, Marc by Marc Jacobs. Jeans, J Brand.

Shoes, Pour La Victoire. Nars Orgasm Blush. Tom Ford Perfume. Madewell bracelet.

I’m not going to say the name of the restaurant because I don’t have a lot of nice things to say and I’m more of what they call a gossiper. Plus, I already told you the genre and neighborhood so if you’re really dying to know I’m sure you can figure it out on your own. Double plus, if you ask me I’ll tell you.

During dinner, I often shift into my food-critic alter-ego to analyze the precision of the cooking techniques (“This steak is SO not medium”), the creativity of the dish and the appearance of the plate. I’m telling you, they could someone should pay me for this stuff. Last night, the filet was very much overcooked, the swiss chard was so salty I couldn’t eat it, and we were pretty sure that the cornbread puree was cornbread batter. The goat-cheese cheesecake was overcooked and tart, with really-tart strawberries on top and stale, whole pistachios on the side.  The meal was not terrible, but it wasn’t great either.

Being that we are now law school graduates and were nearing the end of our second bottle of wine, we took the conversation up a notch to discuss the overall complacency of food, restaurants and eating in general. This was the third or fourth time we went to a restaurant recommended by friends that turned out to be mediocre at best. When did it become acceptable to serve a relatively expensive yet totally mediocre steak? Just because something is a filet, or a short rib doesn’t mean it’s automatically delicious! Where is this going? Mom? Are you still there? 

Seriously, with all this worry about organic-this, low-cal-that, people seem to have lost focus on what actually tastes good. All cheesecakes are not made equal. Stop eating bad cheesecake. Please. Because then there won’t be bad cheesecake anymore and then I don’t have to risk bad cheesecake after I turn down the chocolate molten cake. Please.

Jewelmint Earrings. Vintage Cigar Box.