not your grandmother's pearls

I LOVE pearls. Real, faux, I don't discriminate. But sometimes they can be a bit difficult to wear without looking too "Barbara Bush." The above wishbone posts + cuff necklace from Anthropologie don't fall into that category. The earrings are a no-brainer and can be worn with essentially everything. The cuff (named the "Double Pearl Necklace") is fierce... I see it with a minimalistic black dress, or maybe paired with an Alexa Chung-esque babydoll dress to give it a little edge. Once again, Anthropologie for the win.


chez carolina issa

I discovered these lovely images of Carolina Issa at home in London on Tod's website (while looking at shoes that I can't afford :). First of all, the burgundy suit, pale pink secretary blouse + nude pump combo is killer. Second, her shelves are beautiful! As you can tell in these photos, they go over the doorway and have no rhyme or reason. I love that they’re not perfectly organized and kind of magpie. Clutter can sometimes stress people out, but I find it energizing to be surrounded by my things. They make me feel at home. Minimalism is wonderful and I certainly appreciate it, but I simply don't know how to do it! Maybe in my next life. See the rest of Caroline's feature here


must watch: le week-end 

I absolutely can't wait to watch Le Week-End starring Lindsay Duncan and Jim Broadbent. It has a Something's Gotta Give-like feel (one of my favorite films) and is set in Paris... what's more to want? I eat up romantic comedies because I'm a huge sap and unlike most, this one has rave reviews. As it will probably never come to Kansas City, I'm impatiently awaiting it's arrival on Apple TV. If you're in New York, Chicago or Los Angeles, do me a favor and see it in theaters! 


spring hair essentials

When it comes to hair, I am extremely low maintenance. I schedule cuts + highlights way less than I should and when I do, I never change a thing: same length (just past the base of my shoulder blades), same color (a cool dark blonde, close to my natural hair color). I don't ever blow dry it and I rarely take the time to curl or straighten it. In fact, I'm pretty untalented when it comes to hair. Knowing this, you won't be surprised to find that I own very few hair products. But the few that I do own, I couldn't do without. 

I swear by Kerastase's Elixer Ultime. I've tried other products but my hair always ends up looking dirty... Not cute. This product is lightweight, smells amazing and works wonders for my dry ends. I just wish it wasn't so darn expensive! 

Like most busy girls, I always keep dry shampoo on hand. I don't have a particular brand that I favor and I'm always down to try new products. Stila's Hair Refresher looks yummy and is supposedly wonderful, so I think I'll pick it up once I'm finished with my Lulu Organics hair powder. Dry shampoo saves me. 

I'm fairly certain that I've written about my Mason Pearson brush before (I have the XL Boar Bristle), but it's only because I can't live without it. I'm not a huge hair-brusher, but I do it when I must (post wake-up, post shower). The Mason Pearson effortlessly detangles and teases like nothing else. If I temporarily misplace my brush (which I'm prone to doing...), my hair is a complete nightmare. Yes, it's very expensive but think of it as an investment. I've had mine for almost nine years and plan to have it for many, many more. 

Not everyone is a hair accessories person, but I've always love them. When I was younger, I used to spend my entire allowance on France Luxe headbands at Nordstrom's. Truth be told, not much has changed - France Luxe/L. Erickson is still my favorite line of hair goodies. I picked out a few of my favorite pieces from their website that I think are adorable: L. Erickson Daisy Pearl BarretteL. Erickson Pearl Bobby PinsL. Erickson Wide Couture Bow, L. Erickson Dog Clips
L. Erickson Oblong Barrette (I wear this one all the time!).

Wishing you and yours a great hair day :) 


A Self-Portrait Essay by Jacqueline Bouvier 

"A self portrait written from the author’s viewpoint is liable to be a little biased. Written from the viewpoint of others it would probably be so derogatory that I would not care to send it in. I have no idea how to go about describing myself but perhaps with much sifting of wheat from chaff I can produce something fairly accurate.

As to physical appearance, I am tall, 5’7”, with brown hair, a square face and eyes so unfortunately far apart that it takes three weeks to have a pair of glasses made with a bridge wide enough to fit over my nose. I do not have a sensational figure but can look slim if I pick the right clothes. I flatter myself on being able at times to walk out of the house looking like the poor man’s Paris copy, but often my mother will run up to inform me that my left stocking seam is crooked or the right-hand topcoat button about to fall off. This, I realize, is the Unforgiveable Sin.

I lived in New York City until I was thirteen and spent summers in the country. I hated dolls, loved horses and dogs and had skinned knees and braces on my teeth for what must have seemed an interminable length of time to my family.

I read a lot when I was little, much of which was too old for me. There were Chekov and Shaw in the room where I had to take naps and I never slept but sat on the window sill reading, then scrubbed the soles of my feet so the nurse would not see I had been out of bed. My heroes were Byron, Mowgli, Robin Hood, Little Lord Fauntleroy’s grandfather, and Scarlett O’Hara.

Growing up was not too painful a process. It happened gradually over the three years I spent at boarding school trying to imitate the girls who had callers every Saturday. I passed the finish line when I learned to smoke, in the balcony of the Normandie theatre in New York from a girl who pressed a Longfellow upon me then led me from the theatre when the usher told her that other people could not hear the film with so much coughing going on.

I spent two years at Vassar and still cannot quite decide whether I liked it or not. I wish I had worked harder and gone away less on weekends. Last winter I took my Junior Year in Paris and spent the vacations in Austria and Spain. I loved it more than any other year of my life. Being away from home gave me a chance to look at myself with a jaundiced eye. I learned not to be ashamed of a real hunger for knowledge, something I had always tried to hide, and I came home glad to start in here again but with a love for Europe that I am afraid will never leave me.

I suppose one should mention one’s hobbies in a profile. I really don’t have any that I work at constantly. I have studied art, here and in Paris, and I love to go to Art Exhibits and paint things that my mother doesn’t put in the closet until a month after I have given them to her at Christmas. I have written a children’s book for my younger brother and sister, as it amuses me to make up fairy tales and illustrate them. I love to ride and fox hunt. I will drop everything any time to read a book on ballet. This winter I am trying to catch up on things I should have learned before. I am taking typing and Interior Decorating outside of college and learning to play bridge and trying to cook things from recipes I found in France. I am afraid I will never be very successful over a hot stove.

One of my most annoying faults is getting very enthusiastic over something at the beginning and then tiring of it half way through. I am trying to counteract this by not getting too enthusiastic over too many things at once. I want above all to become a working girl who earns her own living."

Written by Jacqueline Bouvier for Vogue Magazine's 1951 "Prix de Paris" contest. 
Appears as published in the August 1994 issue of their publication.