I thought I was in Paris but it was just a sexy balcony in Nashville Tn.
I just returned from vacation, a quiet reprieve, a tiny ripple in the stillness of my life. It felt good but it also made me think a little about everything. Here’s what I know for sure…
You must go with the rhythm of life-let it flow.
Except the stillness in your life-it’s a starting point, your resting place- enjoy it.
equilibrium in your life is everything, learn to say no and when to say yes.
You probably already have everything you’re looking for-dig deeper.
If you could string as many moments of joy as closely together as possible then your life would be almost perfect.
I had a great time on vacation. I didn’t find all the answers or solve the world’s problems but I did come home with fond memories and a glowing tan. I guess I can’t ask for too much more than that.
My little bungalow by the beach.
Enjoy your day… xo-jj
There is something so special and romantic about vintage fashion. I have long been a fan and collector of vintage jewelry and I admire vintage hats. But this little beauty takes my breath away. It’s so elegant and timeless. Oh and the scarf-very sexy.
This years big hunt for the perfect swim suit ended a few weeks ago before I saw this.
I would pair this suit up with a beachy necklace it’s vintage inspired, from Stella & Dot
I like the suit I choose but if I had seen this one first there wouldn’t have been a dilema- no contest this suit was perfect.
Until I saw this one…
I love, love the flirty little skirt and the ruffles on the top, it’s so me. This suit doesn’t require a necklace but a silk wrap with silver charms from Stella & Dot would be the perfect companion.
This pic is hard to see. It’s is my daughters wrist with 2 wraps, one for each baby girl, birth stones, letter charms and hearts to represent her love for them- it’s awesome.
Unfortunately I discovered these suits a bit too late. My Garnet Hill catalog didn’t arrive until a couple days ago. Oh well I’ll keep them in mind for next year.
This is what I’m wearing today, the necklace on the left. I love the new Palm Beach line- it leaves me inspired.
Enjoy your day….
Last night I welcomed DJ to the sofa and she talked about the pain of losing her best friend. It happened in the ususal way- a fight over a guy. This is what she had to say…
“he plays his game..i fell for it..and then i tell her the truth. She screams and tells me our friendship is over with no forgiveness. I was sorry for what I did thats why I told. I regretted it.I have been crying since march because I miss my friend.”
It made me wonder why this seems to happen to women over and over again. What is it that makes us forget our heads and fall into the arms of a man before we consider the consequences? Do they have some sort of unseen power that can’t be stopped? Yeah, I think that’s it.
The following is a little ditty that kind of illustrates that power and our weakness toward it.
Tally stared hard at the man in the dark corner of the bar. She felt her heart stop and then start again. Underneath that cowboy hat was a face she knew and loved. Tally ran to his side and tossed his hat to the floor. He looked up and pulled her lips to his. The long kiss with his melt in her mouth lips and a soft caress was familiar and just the way she liked it. David always knew just how to touch her; it was perfect and exactly what she needed. Tally was a different person now and had vowed to never fall in love again but that idea became buried deep the moment she saw him. The lies, the loneliness and his cheating ways all forgotten with just one kiss. They were lovers from a lifetime ago who had found each other again. Even though she’d prayed that her life would be declared a do-over, this couldn’t be happening. Her eyes were clouded by tears but sight wasn’t necessary as she breathed in the scent of this man she’d missed so much, it was heaven. As her tears subsided she cradled her hands around his cheeks and took a long look at his face; she knew it was true because the eyes never lie. He still loved her. She could learn to forgive him because lies can be told for good reason and fairy tales sometimes do come true, don’t they? Tally was searching for a new life on her own but found instead that the past was too much a part of her. She couldn’t let go.
Just something I wrote a couple years ago and it seemed to fit this situation. DJ if your listening (reading) forget the guy, especially if you really don’t care about him, like you said. Give your friend some time to forgive you, don’t force it. When the time is right you can tell her how sorry you are and forge a new friendship. Good luck to you.
It’s getting a little steamy in here I think I’ll go take a cool shower. On second thought maybe I’ll go find my cowboy hat 😉 Enjoy your day.
A very long time ago when the queen of day dreams was just a little girl she inspired to be a perfumist. This caused a little trouble and fight for time in the lou as she locked the door and drew a bath. She was indulging her creative side by mixing potions (Mom’s perfume) and such (sister’s body splash) until she got the scent just right. After an hour or so of listening to a little begging at her door, she would emerge with a secret bottle of magic tucked in her robe. It was the perfect lotion or just right shampoo with a little creative magic bubbling inside.
This day dreaming queen is once again playing perfumist but this time it’s no secret. She is mixing and plotting to get the alluring scent just right. A little sandalwood here and lime blossom there, drop of geranium and hint of citrus to freshen the air. She ‘ll get it right, you wait and see. How could she not with inspirations such as the sea swept breezes and tantalizing blossoms that grow along side a shell covered beach, occupied by modern beach babes drenched in a magical aroma of girl moxie.
The final concoction will be a control batch for the Island Girl’s Bohemian blend diffusers. Each bottle will be hand mixed and unique. The fun has just begun and the aroma is making her a little giddy. She’s searching for a scent that creates the perfect mood of “come hear boy” and “dreamy inspiration”.
It will take the perfect blend of bubbling magic to please the nose and pass the test. Scent is the strongest trigger of memory, they say. I do believe it’s true. Have you ever entered a room that immediately threw you into memories of the past but you didn’t know why or how? It’s amazing how that happens.
(Ooops I’m wearing the same pink striped suit in this pic as the one from last year’s beach pic in an earlier post. Geez maybe I am thrifty) 😉
The spiciness of a woodsy scent blended with a pop of floral and a spritz of citrus takes me back to my days of childhood freedom- I don’t know why.
What aromas make you feel, remember or dream?
I am impacted most by the aroma, the color of light or the music in a room or place. Sometimes it takes me by surprise and I’m totally unaware of what’s taking place while these elements work their magic behind the scene. Next time you enter a room, pay attention to the way it makes you feel. You might be surprised by the culprit of your impressions. Atmosphere is everything!!!
This is what’s playing in the background of my little bohemian laboratory today. Take a moment and listen with me.
I hope insight, inspiration, moxie and of a course a little magic follow you through your day.
from my spirit to yours -jj
Update… I made a few changes to the story. Let me know what you think.
Dear friends, I’m pulling out my hair, running around like a mad woman and biting the heads off small children. I desperately need your help! I’ve been struggling with the opening to the chic lit novel with strong romantic elements that I’m currently working on. I can’t seem to set the tone just right. I feel like there may be something missing. I’m 3/4 of the way through my first draft but I’m still not sure about the first few pages. So, I’m going to throw it out there and let you give me some feedback. I’ll be brave and of course I’ll trust you…
Please send me to the beach with a little peace of mind. I need to feel like I’m on the right track before I run off on vacation.
This is just the first few paragraphs.
And so the sofa diary begins like this…
I was deep in the reverie and wanted to call out his name, just breathe, I told myself. All my life I’d been praying for something big to happen but now the only thing that mattered was a new life with him. I was falling for this boy and he didn’t know the half of it. His eyes made me want to beg, for what I don’t know. I’d had plenty of boyfriends before but none that got inside me and haunted my every thought. I’m not sure what made Alex different, could be his quiet confidence and drive for success. It was probably more like his killer looks that buckled my knees every time I saw him. Something in him brought out a primal need in me that I just couldn’t explain.
My heart stopped when I heard footsteps making their way up to our new loft apartment. I rushed to the door, opened it slightly and then quickly positioned myself on the worn out sofa that was in clear sight as he entered the room. My heart was beating out of control as I couldn’t wait to see his expression when he noticed what I wasn’t wearing. My deliberate demeanor quickly unveiled my intentions. I was so ready to give up unpacking and consummate this new step in our relationship. In fact I had been dreaming of this moment all day. His eyes, his touch, his smell, yes that’s what it was, his smell; it haunted me down to the core. I couldn’t get away from the need to consume every inch of this boy. Alex took one look at me and he understood completely. He tried to place the box down carefully but in his hast the damp cardboard split wide open, spilling my grandmother’s china all over the hardwood floor. He looked over at me with a worried face that anticipated the usual dramatic response from a twenty-three year old girl moving into her first place.
“Oh shit, I’m sorry Bella. Did it break? Damn, couldn’t you have picked a better day to move all this crap?”
I casually picked up the pieces. It was my grandmother’s china and should have meant something to me, but it didn’t. Besides it was the ugliest pattern I’d ever seen. It resembled brown wheat or something similar that didn’t belong on fine china. I wasn’t really the sentimental type and that’s why my dreams of making a life with Alex surprised me so much. He bent down and collected the remaining pieces off the floor. I brushed up against his determined cheek and said softly,
“It’s okay. I’m not worried about a few broken dishes? I have more important plans for you my dear boy. I’ve been waiting for this all day.” I grabbed his hand and pulled him over to the sofa. I took my time unfastening each button and every button of his shirt. I kissed his neck and then pressed my breasts against his bare chest. This caused a shutter to take over me. He pulled me in and I slid underneath his body. I felt his eagerness, like I was the one he’d been dreaming about. Everything I wanted was to be his one and only dream. I needed to see his eyes, frantically searching to find me. He was no stranger in my dreams. I had to wonder what part I played in his.
I whispered, “I want you” in his ear and moments later, the apartment christening was in motion. Just as he thrust his hips, sending my body hurling to a familiar place, things began to escalate as my toes formed the perfect curl, with a loud crack and then a big crash to the floor. Our half-naked bodies spilled over the hardwood planks.
“What the hell, Bella? Where did you get this piece of shit?” Alex said as he jumped to his feet.
We both laughed as I turned to him and said, “Damn, I’ve had one hell of a week. It started with my uptight mother forbidding me to shack up, then came my first parking ticket, Grandma Bea’s china is broken, and now the only piece of furniture I own is a piece of shit. He flashed me a wink with a promise of better things to come.
It starts simply enough with a twenty something girl and guy, first apartment together, steamy relationship, well you get the picture. Did you get that she’s a girl who is hopelessly head over heels for a guy who is pretty smooth but just along for the ride?
Here are the things that I’d like you to consider in your feedback. What could I do better to set the mood or convey my message? What’s missing? Is there anything that just isn’t working? Be brutal, well maybe not too brutal, but honest 😉
Thanks, I knew I could count on you.
It never fails, every year, as the spring thaw begins, a transformation takes place in her wardrobe and decor. She gets that itch that can’t be stopped which forces her to make changes in subtle ways that don’t affect her bank account too dearly. Her need for color and rejuvenation are satisfied with a scarf here and a pillow there.
Her decorating style could be summed up in one word…eclectic with a french country flair but her personal style is quite another story.
Her wardrobe is simple but sometimes a bit funky. She loves the ease and flair of the sexy boho style clothing and accessories. Her style is at times too much for the conservative town in which she lives and this causes a bit of a stare.
She loves to collect things and then put them on display. Her tastes are eclectic but play well with each other. A Moroccan vase here a antique French cabinet there.
You never know what you may find at any turn. A sparkle here or
a little floral there.
Fun and flair are never far away.
This girl doesn’t mind the numerous stares or occasional snicker. Dare to be different- it may change your life.
This commotion is worth all the trouble to just be herself. She will never worry what the neighbors might think. This girl throws caution to the wind and stays free with her style, which brings a breath of fresh air into her world.
Life is too short to ever conform; so open the windows and hang out in style; this is what life and fun are all about. Don’t worry about becoming the topic of conversation. You may just start a trend, that let’s you be you and me be me. It could be contagious; one can never be too sure about these things.
So take a small step toward changing your world, just a little. “It won’t hurt too much”, is her promise. Display a few visible reminders around your space.
She who refuses to be molded by her conservative world, collects smooth rocks from the shoreline and paints little thoughts and messages to be read each day as she passes by. It’s simple but effective in changing her mindset.
Don’t be afraid to let the real you peek out, just one leg at a time. This girl will be here to cheer you on every day. Spring time has spoken and rebirth is all around. Now it’s your turn to shed your old skin and emerge all shiny and new. Come-on she knows you’re in there.
Happy Spring my friends…..
Get comfy-here we go into part 2 of the Pink Door. If you missed part one click here first.
The feel of weathered metal, the anticipation of the unknown and the sound of her breath hot and damp filled the space between her ears. Her hand began to tremble as the creaking door inched it’s way to an open stance. It took a few moments for her eyes to adjust to the dimly lit room. The smells were faint but somewhat familiar. A scratchy voice beckoned her to a back corner, softly bathed in a crystal glow.
One foot in front of the other, slowly making her way to a soft velvet chair. She looked into the face of deep character and darkened eyes. The gesture of a hand and the mumer in voice caused this woman to lend her palm for further examination. Words fell to a whisper as her eyes became fixated on the pale pink lips that had lost their supple shape. Her ears burned as the passionate tales of an old soul and her lover swirled round and round until her mind was full and half a day was spent. The essence of vanilla bean and dark cocoa lingered as insightful words trailed off and the light of day pierced her eyes. She squinted and took a deep breath of smug city air with a sigh of relief. This act of poor judgement and indulgence of curiosities had not caused her demise, in fact it was a pleasant way to pass the time. But now the light of day was falling and it was time for her daily transformation to commence. Just as she began to remove the pointy red shoes it happened. Her exit from the city was blocked. An unfortunate accident had closed off the freeway and forced her to detour from route.
With eyes like saucers and a heart beat that threatened to leap from her chest she noticed the similarities to the tales that were spun all afternoon. The afternoon’s images, so intricately described, began to unfold right before her. She passed the lemon tree which sat on a corner just past a white picket fence that contained a small child in blue cotton dress, chasing her tiger striped kitten. Just past the lemon tree was a familar old man walking his dog, the very same black and white dog described to her earlier that day. He was pointing to a drive just a few feet ahead. This drive led to a diner with a Moroccan blue door just like the shack that the mysterious old soul had described as the place where she met her “true love”.
The car swirved off the road and parked right up front. She entered the diner and took a seat on a stool at the counter. While enjoying her second cup of turkish coffee she noticed the essemce of vanilla and the bitter taste of dark chocolate lingering on her tongue. A chill rolled down her spine as the burn of a stare on the back of her neck quickly stole the moment. Slowly, very slowly, she turned to engage the eyes that remained so intently focused on her shape. Her chest tightened as her throat let out a tiny gasp. The dainty cup filled with her delightful brew fell to the floor and shattered the silence. Those eyes, those hauntingly beautiful eyes, that hair, that dark wavy hair…
Don’t miss the conclusion of this tasty little tale coming very soon. I think I’ll go grab myself a dainty cup of coffee. Cheers…
She was the kind of girl who had it all; poise, confidence, beauty and charm doesn’t require a man. Her high heels and polished suits pounded the pavement by day while her bare feet and free spirit danced in the garden by night.
Her gypsy soul was responsible for creating a special place unseen by others. It was private yet free and uninhibited. It was the only place that she had ever, really, felt like herself. It was the kind of place where a girl could go to be completely alone, which was just the way she liked it. She had created a dual life- a business woman who earned a good living in the city by daylight and then disappeared into the country without a trace after dark. In the darkened sky, just before the moonlight, this woman became a girl. A young spirit with no identity, no responsibilities- just freedom and bliss.
Her professional and personal life were completely separate . It seemed as though she lived two completely different lives, each with it’s own unique personality. This switch in persona happened the moment she pulled off those heels. The business hair came down, her make-up was off and all clothes were free flowing or not at all. She lived in the garden and talked to the plants which bore the most succulent fruits. Each bite became sweeter than the last and every night the juice slid down her chin and onto the dirt floor. She bathed in a waterfall that feed a restful pond on the edge of a garden, filled with candle light and music. She danced without thought, she slept deeply, and she ate whatever she wanted. There were no rules in this garden, just colorful birds and fragrant flowers. This woman never seemed to age as her dual life went on for years without any reason for change. Her life was beautiful and perfect outside the pink door.
It was a Wednesday and it felt like a day no different from any other. After she dressed in a business suit, and red heeled pumps, her hair went up into the perfect twirl and off she went. The city was hot and noisy but her day was uneventful, yes, very uneventful, until she reached the pink door. This weathered old door with chippy paint and a slightly rusted metal handle would change everything. It would send her world into a tail-spin and make her question every inch of her life. It would threaten the gypsy girl who danced away the night and make this confident woman question her judgement. Opening that door seemed like a ridiculously stupid thing to do but something was calling her to it. This force unseen tugged at every fiber of her being and a voice from the other side seemed to utter her name in a whisper. Although curious by nature, she was always cautious and remained very private, but the voice kept calling and calling. She cupped her hands over her ears and closed her eyes but the voice never stopped and the temptation grew stronger. Will her hands be forced to touch the rusty patina and open that door?
Will she open the pink door? Libby said she would. I would. Would you? That’s all we have time for today. Come back later, or you’ll miss the rest of my story. Have a great weekend my friends.
With the change in season comes a change in wardrobe. That’s when my inner Shopping Goddess rears her ugly head. She is a complete Diva and refuses to settle for what’s on sale. There are alot of great deals out there on very wearable items. This Diva turns up her nose on what everyone else is wearing and insists on her own style.
Well I have news for her. This girls on a budget and needs a compromise. So instead of a cyber trip to Anthropologie for a $108.00 beach hat, we went to Target and got this…..
This simple hat is perfect for the beach and cost less than $10.00 on sale of course. Well I’m afraid that no self-respecting Goddess would be caught dead in something as generic as this. I said compromise right? Well here’s what I did and it only added $8.00.
I took a few pieces off a vintage hat to sew on the brim and then raided my junk jewerly for a few embellishments to hang on the antique ribbon around the middle. The big flower on top is part of a head band from Forever 21 and retails for $8.oo. I pinned it to the top. For a more casual look you simply remove it.
My next spring fashion project, was a worn out moon stone ring that I transformed into this…..
I took a .25 cent craft tile and glued it on top for a funky look which beats the $118.00 version at Anthropologie.
That same inner Godess that’s makes me such a rebel inspires my Chic Geek to work her magic.
It’s never too early to learn how to look designer fabulous on a dime store budget. Here’s my little Diva in training…..
At this age it doesn’t take much to look good. A pair of Christmas PJ’s paired with a tee shirt and cotton skirt from Target and she’s picture perfect.
Spring is here but it doesn’t have to cost you dearly to look good. Shop your own closet, first, for pieces and parts that you can incorporate into something new with a designer look.
Okay that’s my fashion editorial for this season.
Shopping is my favorite sport! She shops, she buys, she scores 🙂
What’s in your closet?
Chocolate cake is the ultimate food porn.
I thought I would share a tip for sexy eats that are sure to improve your love life. Zoe from Bigmethod left me an email with a link to an interesting web site called The Lovebite. This site is run by an Aussie chef named Mannix. He promises to teach you the art of seduction through pleasing the palate. For some reason just typing the words “art of seduction” steamed up the windows in my office. Is it hot in here or is it just me? Sorry back to the food. Mannix has a number of romantic recipes for the perfect date night. His clever tips just might make that special someone fall passionately in love with you or at least keep him/her coming back for more. My fav is the menu for a dirty weekend which includes roasted chicken, brie, avocado, baguettes, antipasti with chocolate and whiskey to finish. A sumptuous recipe for Mango Mischief got me really excited. I may have to try it.
The Lovebite a clever site with great dating tips and delicious recipes that you just have to try- date or no date. You can peruse his tasty recipes or sign up for the Get Bit news letter. A new date with recipe to match are featured every month. What a great way to add a little romance back into your life without breaking the bank.
Now… go and visit The Lovebite it may make your night or at least spice things up a bit. Let me know if you try any of his yummy suggestions and if your efforts are met with positive results. Have a delicious weekend 😉