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day 71: yep, i'm back in d.c.

please note the angry vandalist.

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day 70: a beautiful bride.

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day sixty-nine: an east grand rapids sculpture.
after manicures and pedicures.

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day sixty-eight: breaking down the doors...

day sixty-eight: i just couldn't have left d.c. today without experiencing
a SWAT team break-in sitting on the patio outside of big bear.


*i just had to sneak this one in...
see you soon.

hiatus.

please be patient with me, as i'll be gone for a few days. one of my best friends in the whole world is getting married this weekend in michigan and i'm lucky enough to be a part of it. so hold tight, because there will be pictures (probably too many) from every day that i'm back in the midwest. oh, i love the midwest.

see you soon.

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day sixty-seven: had to do some moving tonight.
thank goodness for these.

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day sixty-six: another ebay win for my new digs.

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day sixty-five: this is jack.
we spent memorial day together.

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day sixty-four: a day spent at the bike race.

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day sixty-three: some boys interrupted girls night.

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day sixty-two: britta came to visit. britta is good people.

day sixty-two: old glory in georgetown provided the liquids.

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day sixty-one: a treat at baked and wired.

day sixty-one: absolute deliciousness from dean and deluca.

this sort of thing deserves recognition.

for sale now at urban outfitters.
thank goodness.

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day sixty: my newly acquired $8.99 ebay find. oh, cathrineholm, i adore you.

cycle chic

i just discovered the blog, copenhagen cycle chic, and it's my idea of 'cool.' not only do these people have perfect commuter bikes, they look GREAT riding them, too. dresses, heels, suits and all. it's my goal to look this cool on a bike.

this is my idea of bliss:

soon enough.

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day fifty-nine: a road well-traveled.

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day fifty-eight: i love my rainbows, too.

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day fifty-seven: 25mph is heavy for clifton st.

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day fifty-six: tiramisu @ red rocks.

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day fifty-five: new bathroom as of 6.1.09. SWEET.

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day fifty-four: today was an off day...so my late-night bowl of amy's got the shot.

there's fashion & then there's style.

i often struggle with my personal style...maybe a little too often. trying to mix old pieces with new ones and thinking that there are two types of shoe for every outfit: chucks or gladiators. i'm also a bit self-conscious about having short hair, so i'm usually searching for the perfect pair of long, dangly earrings to add a little 'girl' to my look. i'm always wanting to be daring, but tend to play it safe, and still, people consider me to have 'style.' or am i fashionable?

after reading a post from the sartorialist earlier today, i started to think about the distinction. today's post includes a photo of a guy in rolled army-style shorts and the question is posed: what is "fashion" and what is "style?" according to this sartorialist writer, "rolled shorts could easily become a trend or fashion, but unless everyone is doing it (i guess in this case) it would be considered personal style." i agree that personal style and fashion are two very different things. you could copy and paste from any elle, vanity fair, or even people and look exactly like the carbon copy or you could mix things up. do the unexpected.

"...great personal style is made up of a certain percentage of 'always' items and methods, mixed with a certain percentage of 'sometimes' fashions, and a certain percentage of 'nevers'."

my sister once called me a hipster. to this day, i'm not sure how to take it. yes, i wear skinny jeans, chucks and scarves, but what else is it that classifies a hipster a 'hipster' and someone with style a person with style? i would rather be the latter...defying the 'hipster' status and creating something of my own. i want to be someone richard haines or garance dore draws.

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day fifty-three: sitting in the sun at tryst before i take artichoke out for a little stroll.

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day fifty-two: a few mishaps with a pair of scissors and clippers made today gloomy for my john. goodbye wicked mullet.

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day fifty-one: a dupont circle sighting.

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day fifty: just like any other sunday at the drum circle in merdian hill park.

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day fourty-nine: celebrating ilse's graduation on the roof.

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day fourty-eight: fojol bros. of merlindia, a d.c. staple.

day fourty-eight: i'd like to introduce you to one of the fojol bros.

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day fourty-seven: beer & fancy cokes at the saloon after mb's candlit class.

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day fourty-six: the unlikely combination of platforms, cleaning, laundry & arcade fire.

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day fourty-five: it's a good day, if you're a duck. otherwise, it's just cloudy & raining again.

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day fourty-four: another rainy day at the bus stop...do i live in the pacific nw?

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day fourty-three: a classic bertoia in pony's living room.

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day forty-two: tim's dancing shoes.

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day forty-one: april showers brought may flowers.