Dearest Dear ones, welcome to my Friday segment that I like to call "Five FAVE Fridays"! You might have already guessed, you clever ones, that in this weekly segment I will post 5 things that I currently LOVE with you in hopes that you might love them too. It could be music, a recipe, an item of clothing, a cleaning product, who knows! ( I do) Here we go! This week, my Five Faves are:
1) Rifle ( mutha-uggin) Paper Co.
I first noticed this company's gems when frequenting a local fancy pants coffee shop, Cafe Luxxe. Their cards and stationary have a cheeky but adorable, kind of Wes Anderson-y thing going on. They're also just really pretty! (See below)
I just received a stationary set I had ordered from them and I'm already freaking out both with excitement and fear that I will use up all my cards too soon! *NERD ALERT*
2) The Pioneer Woman!
Jon got me two of The Pioneer woman, aka Ree Drummond's books for Christmas and I'm loving them!
She's my cooking spirit-animal, me thinks. She loves food. A lot. But she's not Paula Deen, who's body actually has actually gone from 60 percent water to 10 percent water, and 50 percent butter. But she's not one of those women who cooks only thinking about how it will affect her thighs. That's so boring and misses the celebration of all that food can be! Anyhow, she lives on a ranch with her husband and 17 kids ( something close to 17) and she's hilarious and makes great, crowd pleasing food. I started reading her blog a few years ago, then it got huge and she published books, and now she's on the Food Network AND I guess Reese Witherspoon is set to play her in a movie about her life. Whoa nelly bozo! Go check her out if you haven't at http://thepioneerwoman.com
3) Macklemore & Ryan Lewis.
( This photo is from Rolling Stone, and my friend Jason took it. Cool, huh?)
Okay, maybe you've been over-exposed to the massive buzz surrounding these two funky ass white boys, but I'm finally accepting that I love them. My good friends Jason ( my genius wedding photographer/prophet friend: http://jkoephoto.com ) and Jenny ( his dope wife who was a great blog: http://thethingswewouldblog.blogspot.com which she writes with her BFF who is Ryan Lewis' sister, Theresa) are pretty tight with the two Seattle-based hipster hippity hoppers.
I met Ryan briefly like, 7 years ago when he was starting to make legit beats ( like the one on Jason's photo page) and Jason actually goes on tour with Macklemore and shoots sick photos as well as shooting the occasional music video. Jenny is actually IN this video for "Thrift Shop" ( 3:21, she's the babe in the red shirt pushing the cart). http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QK8mJJJvaes
AAAAnyhow, I just think they're pulling off some really creative stuff. Ryan Lewis' beats are an eclectic blend that shows off his taste in multiple genres of music ( the beat for Thrift shop is sooo funky. I lerve it) Macklemore, himself deserves all the cred he's receiving. He's intelligent, creative, fun and, from what I've heard, just a solid dude. His rhymes range from his recovery from drug addiction to Seattle-inspired anecdotes to hispter thrift store threads to silly dance party goodness. There's no one else out there pulling this kind of stuff off and I'm genuinely sick of popular factory-made hip hop so, kudos to Macklemore and Ryan Lewis for killin' it in a super original way.
4) The Stella & Dot friendship bracelets.
I know Stelle & Dot is a bit of a pyramid scheme and is a tad overpriced but... you gotta love 'em! I'm slightly obsessed with my bracelets from them which- are coincidentally the cheapest things they sell (just my taste)
Ignore my fat baby hands...
You can get them here: http://shop.stelladot.com/style/b2c_en_us/shop/bracelets.html?p=2
They're 19 bucks each!
5) This Tina Fey excerpt.
Tina is writing about her first daughter and this is the prayer she offers for her. It makes me laugh really hard.
“First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches.
May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the Beauty.
When the Crystal Meth is offered, May she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half And stick with Beer.
Guide her, protect her
When crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age.
Lead her away from Acting but not all the way to Finance. Something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes And not have to wear high heels.
What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking You, because if I knew, I’d be doing it, Youdammit.
May she play the Drums to the fiery rhythm of her Own Heart with the sinewy strength of her Own Arms, so she need Not Lie With Drummers.
Grant her a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen. Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long, For childhood is short – a Tiger Flower blooming Magenta for one day – And adulthood is long and dry-humping in cars will wait.
O Lord, break the Internet forever, That she may be spared the misspelled invective of her peers And the online marketing campaign for Rape Hostel V: Girls Just Wanna Get Stabbed.
And when she one day turns on me and calls me a Bitch in front of Hollister, Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends, For I will not have that Shit. I will not have it.
And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 A.M., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back.
"My mother did this for me once", she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck. "My mother did this for me." And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a Mental Note to call me. And she will forget. But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes.
― Tina Fey, Bossypants
Well, that's it for today, folks. Now I'm off to try and fit readingworkingoutshoweringgettingreadyandmakingspaghettisquash into the next two hours.
Carly Calmes the First