In this new episode of Candy Colored Buddha TV, I talk about how you can accessorize a plain dress.
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French Laundry
Whenever I want to solve a design problem, I always try to think of what a chic Parisian woman would do in the same situation. At the present moment, I need a chic way to store my laundry. When I happened upon C.S. Post & Co., I knew I’d found the answer. Check out this darling laundry basket. Feels pretty darn French to me. Ooh la la.
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Modern Sprout Indoor Planter
First of all, THIS is hilarious. Maxwell from AT wrestling to get a word in edgewise on Good Morning America. If you listen carefully enough, you will hear him talking about a planter from Modern Sprout.
It’s a hydroponic planter. Too cool, right? Check out their Kickstarter here. I especially like the blackboard one.
Luscious Pomegranates
What a romantic picture…food photography is so sexy. Ira Leoni is amazing. What a talent.
Treat Yourself!
The Cheshire Inn is on Livingsocial today. Ooh la la. Only $99 a night. The Cheshire Inn, for years, was a dump. A total dump. Then, a couple of years ago, they started a multi-million dollar renovation of it. (With the help of our friends at The Lawrence Group.) And today it is utterly gorgeous.
They have a beautiful restaurant, a fun Pub and fabulous patio and all sorts of wonderful amenities. I’ve been there for Lunch and Happy Hour but have never seen the rooms. From the looks of these photos, they are just as beautiful as the rest of the place.
What a cute place. If you come to St. Louis, check it out.
Images via Living Social
What To Do With A Tulle Skirt
In this episode of Candy Colored Buddha TV, I talk about what to do with a ballerina skirt. I just love mine. Enjoy!
Bliss
Have you ever had one of those days where you just wanted to hug the world? I’m having one of those days. Big hug on three. ONE. TWO. THREE. Sending out love!
xxxooo
Ursula
Image of me, Aunt Pupi, my sister Justine and cousin Beverly from two years ago.
I want to be like Emerson Fry…
Me. In a bag.
This isn’t a picture I took. But, it almost perfectly sums me up. I mean, down to the last tiny detail. First of all, my lifetime crush and passion: THE bag. In my estimation, there is no other. It’s classic, stands the test of time and will be here forever. In the 80/20 split, 80% me is all about quality and good craftsmanship. I love old things that are classic and have stood the test of time. I am a traditional woman in that sense.
And then you have the ballet flats. Now, if this were actually my bag, they would be poppy or red. Ballet flats. Comfortable. Cute. Can wear them with anything and walk long distances while still looking cute. (As long as, again, they are HIGH QUALITY ballet flats. Good shoes are always worth shelling out a little more dough for. ) Can’t beat them.
Then there is that pop of ooh la la Turquoise. This brings us to my 20% – Poppy. Colorful. Fresh. Modern. I lovvvvvvve the big T. Turquoise rules. An all white room with a pop of Turquoise? Heaven. It screams LA to me, which I absolutely love.
And then there are the sunglasses. Ooh la la. The beach. I NEED the beach. It brings me back to myself. A few years ago, I moved to Miami for a bit. When I returned to St. Louis, my friends said to me, “Glad to have you back from your sabbatical.” I could use another “sabbatical” right. about. now. If only for a long weekend.
Then we’ve got a book, “I Love Your Style.” Mmm. Style. One of my favorite subjects. Nothing can shift your perspective like a fabulous new pair of shoes or a gorgeous new lipstick. Style is not a light subject in my eyes. It’s deeply connected to our Souls. When someone says, “I don’t want to seem materialistic” to me, it’s like saying, “I can’t enjoy life.” In my opinion, if you know yourself and take care of yourself with stuff, you will get to a deeper place than if you act like a monk with one robe. That’s just me. Perhaps it’s that I’m a visual person and I need to be visually stimulated. Anyway, I love Style. 
Then, of course, there’s the phone. Hello. Communication. Key. Key. Key. Gotta have friends and keep in touch with others and what’s going on in the world. 100% key.
And finally, a notebook. As a writer, I am lost without my notebooks. I have them all over my house. When I wake up in the middle of the night, I write. When I’m at my desk, I write. When I’m in the car, I write. I write everywhere. Why NOT have one in your purse?
Yes, this picture is me. 100% me.
Found via thegavlaks.com, a new Twitter friend.
How To See Yourself As Others See You
I never realized before that I looked like a granny. Not until I started making videos. Oh well, I guess it could be worse. Here’s episode two of Goofy TV Candy Colored Buddha TV…
I still love you, Wallpaper.
I haven’t posted on wallpaper in…well, a very long time…and I sorta miss the stuff. So, I thought I’d dive back in with this little ditty. It’s wallpaper that your kids (or the kid in YOU) can color in. How fun, right?
Check it out…
You start with this…I know…hilarious…
And do this…
My daughter would be ALL OVER this!
You could even do your own. Just get plain wallpaper and make the eyes yourself with a sharpie. Then let your little one go to town.
Or get the classic Graham & Brown version…
Yeah, love that one. Would love to throw some pictures in there too. That’s a good one for the kitchen.
Or, if you don’t feel like covering the whole room, you can use just a bit of oldie but goody wallpaper as art. Like this…
Or a little bit of this one from AphroChic…
A Lesson About Can Openers
Here’s my two cents for the day: Don’t confuse the can opener for the food inside the can. Here’s what I mean. Sometimes in life, we are shut off, closed off or stuck and dream of something or someone that will come along and change that. And, miraculously, after a bit, that someone or something comes along. And they open us up again. And we THINK that they are the source of our joy and reconnection with the earth/universe/self.
And we fall. Hard. And they get confused. And we get confused. And everything seems like a mean trick.
But, what if – WHAT IF – this person/situation/thing just came into our lives as a can opener? They were MEANT to make us feel this way and open up again. They poised us for the REAL prize/cahuna/love/job…whatever? And what if, in the midst of our despair, THAT showed up? Would you recognize it? You might not.
This happened to me when I was in my 2os. I was kind of stuck. And disillusioned. And then I met someone who was, for all intensive purposes, a can opener. And I mistook him for IT, the LOVE I had been searching for forever. And held on for dear life. Until it became very clear that this was NOT it. And almost immediately, someone else, someone very kind and caring, came into my life. And I could not, for the life of me, see him for the kind, caring, loving soul he was. I was still stuck on the can opener.
Be grateful for something/someone who opens you up when you’re shut down…but see them for what they are. And be open to receive something REAL. You can’t eat a can opener but you can eat the food inside.
xxxooo
U
Real Change
I am reading “Lean In” by Sheryl Sandberg and was struck by the following statement:
“Real change will come when powerful women are less of an exception. It is easy to dislike senior women because there are so few. If women held 50 percent of the top jobs, it would not be possible to dislike that many people.”
She is doing amazing work. She has started a site, mastermind groups and a blog to support the book. It’s all very exciting and neat to see someone like that “reaching down.” I think that we will all benefit from her work. We, as a society, need something like this. In my humble opinion, this will help put America back on top.
True Connecting
I have to admit, I have always yearned for connection. True connection. I think we all do. Some come by way of it easily. We are born into families or areas that naturally fit with our soul needs and grow up feeling content and taken care of. Others of us are born into situations where we feel a little askew.
I fall into the latter category. I am a wild hair. I’m unpredictable and an innovator. I think outside of the box. And I was born into a place that thinks inside the box, colors inside the lines and is generally conservative in nature. It has taken me YEARS to see that there is nothing wrong with me. For years, I tried to be that inside of the box thinker, doer, be-er. (And luckily, I get sick when I drink too much or I would have been a be-er with beer.) Being outside of the box in an inside of the box space is lonely.
It’s not only lonely in a social way, it’s lonely in the way that you get separated from your own innovative, creative thoughts when you are not around others who are innovative and creative themselves. It’s why my city has what is called “the brain train” – people getting on a train and getting out.
The most creative people I know travel. A lot. I’m not sure if this is universally true – no matter where you live, traveling is an impetus if you’re outside of the box – but, the innovators I know all spend a great deal of time traveling. I guess it’s one of my checkpoints to see if I’ll connect with someone. How often do you spend traveling outside of your own city? Out of your country?
I don’t spend nearly enough time traveling. But, that is going to change. I have realized that, if I want connection – with my own inner goddess and with others who I connect with on a soul level – I am going to need to travel more and get outside of the box of my small town. (Yes, I totally consider St. Louis to be a small town. It’s a big city but it thinks like a small town.)
