The next feature just came out today in the new online fashion magazine called Viva La Moda. They featured a classic black pea coat from my shop which has since sold, but this magazine is still really fun to look through and really well put together! I'm on page 27 if you get a chance to check it out.
The snow in Portland is melting which means I'll finally be able to get back to shopping for new stuff for the shop. Expect to see lots of new stuff debuting over the weekend and into next week. I hope everyone had a nice Holiday!
Cashmere comes from the cashmere goat, you know. :)
Around the time I turned 11 I was plucked from my rather ordinary, run-of-the-mill suburban cul-de-sac and plopped down smack in the middle of a small rural community of farmers, gardeners, hermits, and weirdos. Everyone on our heavily forested backroad had a smallish plot of land to tend to themselves, and my family was no exception with our newly purchased 2 acres. I'll spare you the details of the amount of work that my parents put into transforming that land into a livable habitat for farm animals; it was a lot of work. Eventually, though, the barns were built, the fences were set, the grass was green, and my younger brother and I were begging for pets. I wanted a horse. My brother wanted a dog. My mom got us a goat.
That goat, her name was Honey, turned out to be pregnant and soon gave birth to twins which we named Biscuit and Butter, respectively. I don't know if my mom ever intended for our goats to have a purpose other than to be pets, and if she did....well, it never panned out. Biscuit and Butter became such inseparable companion pets to my brother and I, it was almost like they were puppies. If you would have told my 12 year old self then that one day I would be slathering my body with goat's milk soap, bathing in goat's milk baths, or groaning with delight with every bite of goat's milk cheese....well!... I would have thought you were a nut job! Goats were pets, nothing more! I think I had somewhat of a notion that some people drank goat's milk, but they were obviously very strange people, indeed.
Here is my brother (the toehead on the right!) holding Biscuit while his friend holds Butter. This would have been 1991 or 1992. Below is my dad with baby Biscuit and one of our many, many farm kittens.
Fast forward 16 years and you will now find me perusing the shelves of my local New Seasons Market in Portland for goat's milk products. I have yet to be brave enough to try straight up goat's milk, but chevré makes it into my cart when I'm feeling rich and extravagant (which ain't often, let me tell ya), and I have totally fallen in love with goat's milk beauty products from Canus, a small, French-Canadian run goat farm in Vermont that originated in Montreal. I've been using their bar soap for about a year now. My favorite is the one infused with orchid oil. It's the sudsiest, most luxurious soap I think I've ever used and leaves my skin so, so soft. And at $2.99 it's a total steal. Then, a few days ago, while daydreaming of a hot bath in the middle of a very snowy day, I discovered they also make a foaming milk bath. It was a milky dream come true and the fragrance left on my skin afterward was perfectly subtle and fresh.
I'd love to go back to living in the country someday many years from now and you can bet I will have lots of little goat buddies running around making their milk into lavish soaps and cheeses for me. For now, though, I'll stick to the products by Canus!
I think my childhood experience with my pet goats really makes me appreciate my $2.99 city slicker soap a whole lot more. If you get a chance, try it and tell me what you think!
P.S. What do you call an unemployed goat?
Ok, this freakin' deer head is too cute and pink is sooo not normally my style, but I've fallen head over hoof for this, and in the spirit of "lightening up," it's nice to have a splash of bright color. I love this Ghost Chair by Ralph Nauta and Lonneke Gordijn of Design Drift. I crave it. I dream about it. It looks like Old Man Winter blew some of his frosty breath into the mold. Lastly is the Woody Wood Rug by Yvette Laduk. I've been coveting this rug for a long time now and I'm pretty sure that if I am a good girl it will one day be mine.
Now let's cozy up by the fire.
Now, I have never been the color red's biggest fan, especially when used in interior decorating (too dark!!)... but the color of chopped beets has always made me swoon a bit. I think the Holidays tend to assault me with the color red so much that I feel I'm okay without it for the rest of the year. Cooking borscht got me wondering... do I like the color red? I decided to challenge myself to find 10 red things I liked. After scouring the internet with searches like "red hair," "red modern," "red food," and just plain "red," I decided on "Yes, I do like red. In moderation. And you know what? Maybe I just don't like the Holidays." Here are eleven more reds I do like:
1. 70's Bill Blass Dress @ Maiden Rapture Vintage.... 2. Ruby Crystals.... 3. Bar sign in San Francisco, my own photo.... 4. Vivienne Westwood.... 5. 80's Boots @ Maiden Rapture Vintage.... 6. Golden Gate Bridge.... 7. Wool Hooded Coat with Rabbit Trim @ Lion's Den Vintage.... 8. Joanne's Red Tights, my own photo.... 9. Conan!!!.... 10. A glass of Malbec.... 11. Modern Classic Chanel Bag
What do YOU like that's red?
You can find those at Maiden Rapture Vintage on Etsy!
Today I went into my backyard with my camera and took pictures in the snow. We don't get snow in Portland very often, in fact the last big snow we had was about 5 years ago, so I wanted to take advantage of it. I froze my ass off, but I think the pictures turned out well and the colors really pop against the snowy whiteness. My boyfriend hopped into a photo after he pulled into the driveway and saw me there making a fool of myself... we play really well off of eachother's silly energy sometimes. Speaking of boyfriends, does every female blogger worth her salt have to have a secret code name for her significant other? I guess I'd better think of one....
Snow always puts me into a kind of trance... or should I say transformation? I begin imagining myself as some sort of introspective soul searching kind of artisté, withdrawn from society by choice, hermetically sealed away in some icy mountain caves for the winter with only my camera and a gourmet chef and my boyfriend and all my clothes and shoes to keep me company. And my cell phone and my computer and the internet. And a dvd player and my memory foam mattress. But that's it! That is all I have with me to survive the long, desolate winter. It would be hard, I know, but being an introspective soul searching artisté ain't easy, ya know. Luckily, though, it's only a fantasy because I don't really think I could deal with that reality, I love my city life too much. Here's a few photos I snapped over the last couple of snowy days in Portland:
I guess that concludes my first blog. My very first blog ever. When I click "publish" will there be confetti and balloons?
More to come... stay warm out there, everyone!