we just opened a new print studio! so today i spent all day on etsy looking for undiscovered unique and innovative new artists to represent. etsy is actually incredibly inspiring and it was great to discover new people that are being creative and live in their own little self created world of whimsical felted characters and watercolored birds. (because 98% of etsy is watercolored birds. for real.) etsy makes me warm and fuzzy inside. etsy is a happy little world where there's always tea and everyone has eclectic clothing and mismatched antique frames around pictures of loved ones and funny looking pets with snaggle teeth in hand made sweaters and if you wear glasses they are hornrimmed and if it's cold at least 495 people can offer you a knitted circle scarf with chunky yarn and you can walk through painted forests with bears but the bears are nice and there's even a guy who will ship you vegan buffalo wings but if you prefer food made out of fabric or felt (mostly cupcakes) you can have that, too.


in other, non-etsy related news, i could really use some friends that listen to hip hop up in this bitch. i'd be happy even if they like DnB at this point. fuck, i'd settle for straight up house music i'm not kidding. i didn't realize how much music is a part of my life until i lived for a year without ANY access to it. i just want to shake my ass. is that so wrong?


these new things are helping me forget that winter on the east coast fucking sucks and i will apply them all and dream of being brown and wearing a wifebeater.


god DAMN does balenciaga look good. the giant hairy arms might be a bit awkward on the subway, but i can't be mad at nicolas ghesquiere. he is a god.

another thing i can't be mad at - i know, i know, i was amazed too - is this shoe:


i know, it's basically a white dock shoe with tassels that kanye west pretended to design with LV that by definition should be wack, but i'm an absolute SLAVE to tassels, tassels basically own my soul and you could put tassels on just about anything and i would wear it, no matter what it was. i'm not kidding, i was just trying to think of something you could add a tassel to that i wouldn't wear and i couldn't come up with a single thing. hammer pants. with a tassels somewhere, yes. i would rock them. acid wash high waisted bugle boy jeans. with tassels, yes, i would rock that shit with a dope acies mine wifebeater and my celine platforms. the tassels would make it work. i can't think of anything! if you can think of something, leave it in the comments.

okay, enough tassel and etsy land for one night. i have to finish the mamafest merchandise and try to sleep. trying to go to yoga tomorrow for the first time all week. i haven't been able to breathe out of my nose due to laryngitis so i would have suffocated trying to do some downward facing dog. i love yoga. more yoga = less xanax. awesome.

take seven mintues out of your day.

i'm sure you're mad busy and shit. but nothing you could possible do will be as dope as this video.

joaquin phoenix did not preserve the sexy

WTF Joaquin? Puffy is staring at your crazy homeless-looking ass in total disbelief, and quite frankly, so am i.

in other news, my business partner wants me to do fitness bootcamp before work three times a week. fuck that. if i need to step up my fitness game i'll stop eating sugar and go to yoga. if i need to step up my weight loss game i'll stop eating at all and go to my drug dealer. either way, the last thing i need is a new jersey soccer mom yelling at me to do more sit-ups.

so 2009, huh? 2009 is like the year we used to pretend it was when we were little and wanted to play grown-up. i thought there would be a lot more rocket boots and flying cars by now, but whatever.

so i rang in the new year in a loft in brooklyn. actually, a few lofts. as usual i sucked at taking pictures and only have a few random ones that don't really illustrate any of the things that went down.

nothing says happy new year like Rick Owens ponyhair kicks. i love the recession because it makes all the shoes we want totally affordable.

dorsey was the holiday grinch and did a lot of shit talking the new year. the jager helped.
(i stayed the fuck away from the jager because every single time i drink that shit i end up blacking out, even if i just take a shot. plus it tastes like shit. for real. do not try to front like jager tastes good because you and i both know that it tastes like cough syrup and kerosene.)

see? a few jager swigs later and the grinch is down to take a civilized picture.

thanks for the loft party, homegirl!

ket and i right before the countdown.

after the countdown i basically tried to play catch-up with my sobriety. i realized over christmas FOR REAL THIS TIME that i don't really like to be drunk. we were in VA for for the holiday i got in a text fight with one of my best friends and had some shots of patron to take the edge off. i think what i actually did was give myself cirrhosis of the liver. i woke up the next day with the mother of all anxiety attacks, and poor brian had to drive us the whole way home from DC because all i could do was whimper, try not to puke, and eat xanax. i made it all the way back to our parking garage without incident, and then spent the next 20 minutes by myself shaking and puking in a trashbag in our car like sarina from intervention. not my finest hour. since then i've lost five pounds (a lot for me) and just looking at food turns my stomach.

the point is that i can't handle alcohol anymore, so the few glasses of Veuve at ket's house, swig of wine in the back of a cab, and maybe 1/3 of a bottle of prosecco made me mad swervy for the entire night. wtf? ket and i tried to find some yosh to at least clear my head but it didn't go down, then dorsey disappeared and then ket disappeared and i was adopted by the most adorable gays of all time who decided we were kindred spirits and put me in their cab back to their loft where i counselled them through a rough spot in their relationship and made friends with their blind italian greyhound bella, did a line, and fell asleep.

i woke up in the CUTS in brooklyn, had to walk forever to find a train, which ended up being the G on flushing, and made it back to civilization. all in six in micheal kors heels. but i looked good.

i don't have any resolutions this year. i don't really feel like i need to make any major changes. if i ate any better than i did i would be a fucking vegan for christ's sake, and that shit is NOT going down. i already work out as much as a 15 hour a day work-a-holic can. i don't smoke. i'm clearly not going to be drinking too much. the yosh is pretty much a distant memory. jesus, how boring do i sound. maybe my resolution should be to try to add back some vices. okay, fine. i resolve to spend waaay too much money on Chanel make-up and to add in a $20 sack once in a while. and i'll go to yoga more. hello 2009.