Decades is making me greedy.

Well, that's actually a lie, I've always been greedy, but Decades is a store that I dream about. I follow their blog religiously, and drool over all of the true vintage delights they post. From the 50's Dior to 70's Halston, shoot, even the early 90's Chanel they've posted recently make me weak in the knees. But nothing brings more self-loathing for not having a life path which involves income of any real quantity than when they post their Hermes finds.

It's no secret that I am a girl who drools over some Hermes. Ever since I found my Kelly it has been my day bag C.O.N.S.T.A.N.T.L.Y. and I love it!! Whenever I bump in to someone who knows what exactly is on my arm, mostly the clerks at my favorite vintage stores and some mother at my cousin's high school graduation who had an orange Birkin on her arm, it is so fun to be like, "yes, I own a this bag." But it's not about that, really. It's about quality, simplicity, beauty, and perfect design. I love me some Hermes!

So when Decades' blog posted an Hermes doctor bag from the 1960s last month  I fell in love.  Then last night, when they posted a Kelly clutch from a couple of years ago, I knew I was in trouble.  I didn't even know that these bags existed.

I need a new business plan - or maybe just one at all - so that I can add the ideas of these little beauties to my life list.

Found: valentine's day edition

A little while ago, I picked up the copy of Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam off the shelf, and what did I find? A ripped out magazine page with an excerpt from "Dear Dating Computer" by Bill Adler from 1968.

These little letters are all so funny, but I have to say that my absolute favorite:
"Dear Computer,
That last girl you found for me (Mary Curtis) was sure a sweet, understanding nice young lacy. I certainly enjoyed her company.
Now let's go to work and find a not-so-nice girl who wants to go to bed.
Respectfully,
Howard J."

I also like the bit about the mild sleeping pill in the scotch while romantic sounds play on the hi-fi. So funny.

Donuts

This morning at 5:45am, I spotted some donuts in the locker room at the gym. No owner in sight.

Blue Valentine & The Halo Effect.

About a month ago, Shara and I went to see Blue Valentine on a rainy Saturday night. It was a pretty interesting experience. I am not going to be a spoiler - but everyone already knows that it's about a couple who is trying to decide if they like each other anymore.

Without going in to too much detail, I wanted to share that a few days after the fact (we needed some time to digest the movie) Shara and I were talking about how we were both feeling like the deterioration of Cindy & Dean's relationship fell primarily on Cindy's shoulders. I thought we were just being harsh on our own sex because that is what women do, but Shara brought up that we might be siding with Dean because we think Ryan Gosling is more attractive than Michelle Williams.  Then I thought of the halo effect, and wondered if because I think Ryan Gosling is excessively charming and adorable I am being more forgiving of Dean's flaws, and the fact that Cindy saw him as a negative emotion contagion. Except for maybe the heinous eagle sweatshirt.

 
Thoughts?