i'd live here!

i would kill for this couch.

i'm proud to be an american

In lieu of the world cup...I thought I'd get all nostalgic on your asses. When I was little, the trip to my grandmother's Hendersonville abode consisted of 65 North and a view of NUMEROUS gigantic american flags waving patriotically above various auto dealerships. You know which ones I'm talking about. Needless to say, since then, I've always wanted to decorate a room with one in some way. I was hoping to buy a GIANT one that I could cover an entire wall with [like a tapestry]. In the mean time, these photos will do. I love the one used on the ceiling...amazing.

jellies

this was my popsicle stick joke yesterday...

...this is probably one of the coolest pictures i've ever seen.

you're standing on my neck

Last summer, I constructed a volleyball court in my backyard because I'm the worst volleyball player in the entire world. The sole purpose for this construction and agonizing shoveling of gravel and sand was so I could purposely [or not so purposely] miss the ball, stick my hand out 5 seconds afterward, and sing ''la la la la la" Why? Because Daria did it. Everyday. In the theme song of the MTV animated television show that I oh-so-thoroughly enjoyed. This week, I was given exciting news...THE ENTIRE SERIES IS ON DVD!!! Who wants to buy it for me? Do it, do it!!!

but what are they?

As many of you know, I recently became the mother of two pups by the name of flower and bowser. Don't be alarmed by the clouded fuzziness your mind will feel upon meeting them. It's hard to look away from such sickly adorable appearances. Believe me I know. However, two questions I must widely address [I'm get asked on a regular basis] are as follows 1) What breed are they? and 2) How big are they going to get?

Well, for question one, I have done my research - their mother was a large breed of Wheaten Terrier [pictured below] - which is alarmingly large and exciting. However, their dad [the jerk] left before we could get a good look at him. As for question numero dos: If they were to get as big as their mama I would be overwhelmed and thrilled at the same time. But since we're not exactly sure what the dad was...it could be questionable? Something with short legs, perhaps? Bowser waddles around like a turtle on his oompa loompa legs so I can only assume such. Guess we'll just have to wait and seeeeeeeeee!

siblings / mother's mix - wheaten terrier

jungle dog

"you can call me flower if you want to"

sitting on the vent - his spot

amazon woman

happy johnny day

Yesterday was a fantastic Sunday - church, lunch and tennis with the family.

Here is a photo of Johnny's goodies: Orvis fish net, Orvis shirt, and a golf caddy [ala jordan]. Very thankful for my padre.

i'd live [read] here...

Would You Come and Read With Me For A While?

i've always thought to combine my closet and bathtub...

closet sauna...genius. who needs a steamer when you can steam your clothing while you bathe?

amazing - more here.

all by my lonesome

This week, I've felt similar feelings to the ones I had in the last few months of my stint in NYC. All alone. The people I regularly hang out with are at a wedding in Asheville, NC and the Boy has had the most annoying work schedule in the ENTIRE WORLD for the past two weeks. He's getting his real estate license [so proud] so he works from 8-5 and goes to class from 6-10 and then he's too tired to do anything. Not only that, but he even had to work on this scorching Saturday.

Therefore, I have begun my Netflix extravaganza that I left sitting idly for months and months after I started getting busy with work. I have watched The September Issue and "9" with "The Spirit" and "Adventureland" on their way. I know I'm behind on the times with September Issue but I was waiting to be in the mood...and this past Thursday, in the mood I was.

grace and anna

While watching the film...I fell in love with Grace Coddington, the Welsh creative director at Vogue. This, once, model-turned-fashion stylista is absolutely adorable and has a lovely way about her. I loved her insane red mane and her creative eye. As I watched the film, I was shocked at how many shoots I'd seen that were products of her work. The film also made me dislike Anna Wintour's dismissive demeanor. In my opinion, that is the type of attitude that makes the fashion industry exhausting. She may release a great magazine...but the world of fashion shouldn't reflect one woman's opinions. Unfortunately, in this case...it does.

Bob the photographer for "The September Issue" and model, Carolina Trentini

I think so, too.

"Also I think you and Katie H. should consider publishing your own magazine. Maybe by the time you are thirty? Call it thirtysomethings . . .

I could be one of your writers (even though I will be fortysomething by then)."

- my favorite highschool english teacher

[who recently moved back to nashville!]

i get by with a little help from my friends

To all my lovely facebook friends out there: If you could be so kind as to go to my Edit Your Closet Facebook Page and click the "suggest to friends" button and follow through with those actions, I would truly appreciate it. It only takes a few moments and it REALLY helps my business. I've received many-a-clients through that silly social networking system. Keep in mind that it is a Nashville-based company - no need to suggest to your out-of-town buddies. Also, I have new blog postings over at www.edityourcloset.com - come see what I've been up to! No seriously, do it.

also, there is a "leave me a note" tab on my website...feel free to leave me one. I like getting mail. Unfortunately/fortunately i've succumbed to the social epidemic that is twitter. it took me a while, but i'm here and ready to play. feel free to follow me @edityourcloset

am I sounding bossy yet? i'm sorry...

I'd Live Here

would you live here with me?

puppy tales

This past Saturday, I decided to adopt not one, but two puppies...and life has changed, drastically. They are brother and sister and couldn't be more opposite. I named the girl Flower from the movie Bambi [black/white...skunk-looking - if you haven't seen the movie, I can't help you]. She is very energetic 24/7. When she gets sleepy, she likes to cuddle but ONLY THEN! Her head is tiny and she has enormous paws. I named the boy Bowser [that's right, from Mario Kart] - okay The Boy actually named Bowser, but I loved the name and agreed with him. He is the chillest dog there is. He loves to lay sprawled out on the cold floor and observe. He's my little oompa loompa because his legs are very short and his body is extra long - combine that with a large head and you've got my puppy! It's weird to love something[s] so much that cause so much destruction. However, finally we [the pups and I] have gotten into a pretty good potty/feeding/sleeping routine and I'm loving it. Needless to say, I've been a little distracted...

coffee shop hanger outers: a rant

awww...puppy love. get out of my coffee shop.

I love Frothy Monkey - it is the cutest of coffee shops around. I probably come here at least once a week to get out of the house and attempt to get things done. I pay bills here, I write articles here, and I drink coffee here...clearly. Today, however, I am extremely distracted. My simple little coffee shop has transformed into an adolescent hangout for the summer...making it impossible to work. The booths are bombarded with "coffee shop hanger outers" that almost appear to have dressed up for the sole purpose to come hang out and drink frappy drinks. Maybe I'm a little grumpy because they're choosing to chat as LOUD AS THEY POSSIBLY CAN about Twilight and Facebook, and Justin Beiber, but enough is enough. Where should I go, instead? I need a new quiet location with caffeinated beverages.

maybe i wasn't being clear...

I said...I really need this mixed media painting of this duck in my home. It's at Two Moon Gallery on 12th Avenue South where 12th meets Paris Ave. The owners of the gallery are Hal and Rachel Pickel and they'd probably cut you a deal if you dropped my name into the conversation. The artist's name is Dawne Raulet and she's from Atlanta, Georgia. Actually...I like all the artwork currently featured in this gallery - including Hal's paintings as well. Although I claim that I'll never grow up...my mom always says that you're becoming a grown up when you want to fill your home with art...

i want the duck painting, okay?

i don't want to watch black & white movies...

I was going to rant for hours about Sex and The City II but instead I'll give 4 really fantastic reasons why this film really, extremely, and absolutely sucked...

1) You're Not That Hot

Eventually, women [famous or not] reach a certain age where they don't get to decide when they get to sleep with a man - they're simply lucky if they an convince a man to sleep with them [mom, I'm talking about TV people...goodness]. Our poor Samantha has reached that age. Please don't try to play it off like she could even TRY to snag the sexy manboy from the desert. Please? I'm not stupid.

2) Get Over It You Nag

If your only problem in your entire marriage is that your husband wants to occasionally watch a bit of television...then PLEASE shut up. Just shut up - right now. If your apartment has multiple rooms, a terrace, and you live in a building WITH AN ELEVATOR in Manhattan then you just need to SHUT UP. Unbelievable

3) How Many Suitcases Were You Carrying?

I'm sorry...but when I travel abroad, I don't usually pack my most cumbersome attire [i.e. peasant skirt with petticoat underneath] or red jacket with spiky shoulderpads. I mean really? That stuff should have been illegal as the hormones they were packing.

4) Did All The Characters Have A Lobotomy?

"In the TV show, the women (I refuse to refer to them as girls as they did a little in the TV series and a lot in the films) reprimanded Samantha for her occasional crackpot attempts to maintain her youth, and she always came round and loudly loved her looks. In the second film, she knocks back 44 pills every morning to "trick my body into thinking it's younger", she says triumphantly, and Carrie and Miranda look impressed. Miranda! Surely the woman who once said while buying her wedding dress on the TV show, "No white, no ivory, no nothing that says virgin. I have a child. The jig is up," will inject a little reality-establishing sarcasm here? No. She says, "I've tricked my body into thinking it's thinner – Spanx!" Again, Carrie nods approvingly. It's like being lobotomised with a pink teaspoon." - The Guardian

fun writing week

I'm doing an article on the 12th and Paris addition to the 12th South District. Included in this piece are Two Moon Gallery, Greenlight Market and Deli and BurgerUP. This week, my photographer and I made a day run to each location for a quick interview, photoshoot, and [in my case] a taste test! Oh, how I love my job. Also, this past week, my friends and I went to an estate sale - this was my first. It was sad/exciting at the same time. It was hard to see these people's lives displayed with price tags. I did, however, find a horseshoe with "Joey" engraved into it. Fate? Absolutely. It's now hanging on my bedroom door. Perhaps I'll make estate sales a weekly conquest.

woodstock burger from BURGER UP!

dawne raulet mixed media / jean glenn oil painting

featured artist @ two moon gallery - dawne raulet - i want this duck painting

greenlight employees w/ awesome facial hair / my new greenlight market bag

sorghum from greenlight / my breakfast made from flatbread, sorghum, and butter

horseshoe from estate sale