Architectural Digest

I opened my bedroom door to find my mail sitting on the coffee table. Amongst it was an issue of Architectural Digest. My first issue. Elizabeth Taylor is on the cover. I guess she contributed something of worth to the architectural world...

Oh, no? she was just famous and rich and had a gorgeous house? Got it. Sorry. My mistake.

Regardless of the "cover model", I'm still excited about it. I'm sure you can tell that, though, considering I chose to devote a blog entry to it.



In other news, I have attained a coveted Spotify invitation. That's right boys and girls, TC is a spotify member. If you are too, let's be friends. If you're not, hahahahaha. Oh, sorry, was that immature?

Unusuality

Today, in keeping with my newly developed obsession for Pinterest, I stumbled across a picture of a beautiful kitchen.

Perhaps it's just me, but I feel like blue is a rarely used color in kitchen schemes, and I'm not sure why.

It is absolutely beautiful. Maybe it's this specific shade of grey-blue that i've fallen in love with, maybe it's the fact that i'm a big fan of white cabinets and light granite counters. Or maybe it's just...everything. I have kitchen envy. WAAAAHHHHH. (that's me crying like a baby because this is not my kitchen.)

I think this picture originated from a magazine, but I'm not entirely sure. The only reason I say that is because I just noticed those printed words over yonder that describe what the homeowner was able to do. (Dear Homeowner: I am jealous of your kitchen. Sincerely, TC)

Shall we talk about my apartment for a moment? Yes, let's. I currently have no hot water, which means I can't brush my teeth or take a shower before going to work.

In the apartment above mine, the super is doing some sort of repair/renovation. At about 8:30 this morning, HA and JP knocked on my bedroom door to inform me that as a result of this atrociously loud reno/repair, our bathroom ceiling fell down. FELL DOWN. The super came to take a look, decided it wasn't so bad, and went back upstairs to continue working. To be fair, the ceiling did only fall in a small area, and He said he'd come back tomorrow morning to clean up any mess...but seriously, give me a break.

You truly get what you pay for. Yes, our rent is dirt cheap, but no, they did not skimp on the 'dirt'.

One of these days (10 year plan, people!) I'll have that gorgeous blue kitchen...

Are YOU Pinterested?

Happy Summer.

Here's a list of things that have happened since I last wrote. They are in no specific order aside from the order in which they pop into my head:

1. I cut my hair. For the past 13ish years, I've had long hair down to the middle of my back. I've had different versions of bangs and layers, but the length was always, for the most part, the same. Last week, i went into a hair salon and had it chopped off. It now sits right above my shoulders and grazes the bottom of my neck. I also got it highlighted, but that's less of a drastic change than the haircut.

2. I turned 25. I'm not going to get into this one, because to do that would lead to a diatribe of the pro's and con's of being old. (I know, I'm not old. But in my defense, this is oldest I've ever been, so CUT ME SOME SLACK.)

3. I sprained my ankle. I have absolutely no clue how it happened, but if you've ever injured an ankle/foot/leg and you are an athlete/athletic/enjoy running, you feel my pain on this one, literally and figuratively. I haven't gone running in over 3 weeks and it is not fun to be so stagnant. It makes me feel gross.

4. The last Harry Potter movie came out. I laughed, I cried, Voldemort died. Let's leave it at that.

5. BF and I celebrated our 6 month anniversary. We went out for an impromptu dinner (we didn't realize until half way through the day that it was our anniversary) and the hostess took the WORST photo of us and put it in a little paper frame. It was actually a very sweet gesture, aside from us looking sweaty and, honestly, pretty shitty. The food was great though!

6. It is summer and I am tan. Mission accomplished.

7. Ah yes, getting to the title of this post. MM (my friend who lives in L.A. because she's too cool for the rest of us) introduced me to the website Pinterest. It is a virtual pin board "that let's you organize and share all the beautiful things you find on the web." See something, pin it, choose which of your categorized boards you want it in, give it a title, and boom. you've pinned something you love to your virtual pinboard. I am OBSESSED with this website, so much so that I was excited to get home from work yesterday to pin things. You can also "re-pin" other members' pins. See something of theirs you like, re-pin it onto your board. It's really a genius idea.

Check out my Pinterest page. If you like it, make your own, and we can be pinnies. (That's the name I made up for my pinterest friends. I only have one friend right now...maybe it's because people sense that I want to refer to them as pinnies...)

This deliciously glittery cupcake is one of the pictures I have pinned in my 'food is food' category.

I've also got a 'Randoms' category. This little pink and gold pony came from that one.

He sort of looks like a pink eraser dipped in gold paint, no?

The more time I spend looking around on Pinterest, the more awesome websites and blogs I stumble upon. It really is worth checking out.


8. Um...I think I'll wrap it up for now. Until next time...

What happens in the Hampton's...

...is this:

and this.

That is a man holding a cat on the beach, followed by a giant beaver chillin at the bar we were at. No big deal, just an average day in the life of LUNATICS.

Uvas Congeladas

If you don't know about this, now you do. Frozen grapes are amazing and you should go buy some and freeze them RIGHT NOW.

BF's room mate had a container of frozen grapes recently, which is how I discovered this amazing treat. Apparently other people knew about it also (I was just left out of the loop, clearly) because when I raved about it to JP and HA (room mates) they seemed to already know. Why did no one tell me about this until now!?

Last night we went on a roomie grocery shopping trip, and I bought a bag of grapes with the sole intention of freezing them, and freeze them I did.

So JP and I are sitting on the couch munching on grapes, she's watching tv, I'm looking at this weeks New York Magazine, when what do I see?

Frozen grapes. Guess me and the editor's over at New York were both late on the memo.

Better late than never, though, right?

TC: Interior Designer

Don't get confused. TC are my initials.

This past week has been quite interesting for me. After years of not knowing what career path I want to venture down, I've finally settled on something that seems so obviously right for me that I wonder how I missed it for so long. I've always been interested in fashion, but in the sense of matching colors and fabrics, figuring out what textures and patterns work best with each other, and then finding other things that compliment those combinations. I was never able to translate that into wanting a career in fashion, because everything about the fashion industry is entirely unappealing to me. The people, the culture, the lack of eating...

Those things, combined with my semi-recent move and enjoyment of decorating my bedroom, led me to interior design. I want to make your house sparkle. Literally. (Don't worry, I won't throw glitter all over your living room. I'll confine it to a basement bathroom.)

Thinking about it now, it seems so incredibly obvious that I'm not sure why it has taken me 25 years to figure out that this is what I want to do.

Whatever the rhyme or reason, I've figured it out. AH-HA my friends! Ah-ha. An interior designer I shall be.

sorry, no pictures in this post. But you can be damn sure that when I start going to school (hopefully in September) I'll be posting plenty of pictures of my projects.

And the beat goes on

Hi there.
It's been a few days (weeks) since I've written, I know. Sorry. Before I get to what I'll be writing about, I feel I should update you on the shoe situation I was experiencing the last time I wrote. The shoes WERE, in fact, for me. They were left in my room by HA, my room mate who has funny initials. They were given to her by a friend who was clearly mistaken or entirely uninformed about her shoe size. bad friend.
So anyway, HA figured they would fit me because she knows my shoe size (good friend) so she left them for me as a gift in my room. THANKS HA!

After thought:
I don't actually have a clue which friend of HA's gave her the shoes, but she's probably not really a bad friend. But she might be. But maybe not. It's hard to say.


On to the next:

I spent three GRUELING days at Jury Duty last week. I don't want to get into the details of it, because I tried writing about it last week and everything I wrote ended up reading like an angry rant in an op-ed piece about how lackadaisical our justice system is.

So instead I'm writing about what I saw after I was dismissed from day two of Hell.

I spotted this first. It piqued my interest not only because I am a horseback rider and it is (clearly) a horse-drawn carriage, but because, well, what the hell was a 1920's stage coach doing on the streets of TriBeCa?

That's when I looked over and saw this:

It's a mock 1920's New York City street, set up in an ally. A woman standing next to me inquired as to what was being filmed. Turns out it was Boardwalk Empire, The HBO show about Atlantic City in the 20's.

It was quite a sight to see, almost a glimpse into what life would have looked in New York at that time. Although it wasn't real, and aside from the camera's and crew, it was a convincing scene. So...I guess it's a job well done for the set stylists.

Here's another picture that I took:

Seeing this was by far the highlight of that week. Not too shabby, eh?