This Marcel Nguyen guy

Reminds me of Daniel Henney circa 2004, but much, much prettier.

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The perfect storm

When you have $4,000 in unexpected expenses in a month (thanks cat, mostly), finally bit the bullet and got that dream handbag, and need  new car by the weekend, of course the screen you've been eyeing for a year would all of a sudden appear on Gilt at an INSANE discount.

Mitchell Gold + Bob Williams Eve 4-Panel Screen, $850 from $1,925

I'm a fan of MGBW and this thing has been on my shopping list for a year, but the thought of spending any money right now makes me sick. Unfortunately so does the thought of paying full price. Bleh.

Letting go is hard to do, isn't it? But the real question is, should I let go or just go for it?

Totally Not Obsessed: Interior Design Edition (NSFW)

You know you have a problem when your first reaction to this photo is, No no no, that lamp's way too small! *cringe*

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The thing about posting a nude celebrity picture is having to explain what you were doing looking up nude celebrity pictures in the first place. 

Krispy Krème brûlée recipe

Well, well, look what Garden & Gun dropped in my inbox this morning. Since I live just down the street from the Krispy Kreme headquarters and the company is celebrating its 75th anniversary with a big bash this month, it's only appropriate that I share this mouthwatering recipe with you, dear two readers. I will not be lighting up the oven until the heatwave passes (made that mistake the other day and boy, the AC couldn't keep up!) so go here and treat yourself to the creamy goodness that is the Krispy Kreme brulee. Enjoy!

I'm blogging incessantly because it's a long weekend (but it isn't?) for a lot of people and business is slow. I should be doing something constructive but hey, Christmas is my craziest time of year so the 4th is my Christmas! Maybe I'll celebrate with a glazed one tonight.

Huzzah!!!

Chicken McBites are back!

That is all.

All in the family

Tommy Smythe (aka Sarah Richardson's bespectacled sidekick) holds a special place in my heart, which he won with his diminutive but impeccably styled black bedroom and beautiful black-and-white kitchen. I don't watch HGTV so I don't get enough Tommy, so I'm happy that he's now a monthly contributor at House & Home. My cheating heart also has a soft spot for Tommy's sister, the ever so chic Christie of Smythe Les Vestes, the Canadian maker of sharply tailored blazers, who was featured on The Coveteur today. And if I remember correctly, Christie was in some way responsible for launching Tommy's career in interior design thanks to her friendship with Sarah. It never hurts to have friends, family and lovers in high places. Here's to nepotism!

Major style envy here: http://thecoveteur.com/Smythe

PS. Hating the summer heat but loving the swarm of fireflies outside my window tonight.

A horse is a horse, of course.

My newly downsized mom (or rather mummy, as she is called, because she grew up in England and takes afternoon tea and all) has been into scanning old photos lately. She emails me a couple every other day, conjuring up bittersweet memories of a turbulent but eventful childhood that now seems a lifetime away.

This chubs here is me. I'm riding one of our first serious horses, Chocolate Chip, who was a sweet guy and was brought to the city with us for a while but never took well to the very active helipad next to the riding ring (Whose genius idea was it to put the two side by side anyway?) and thus was sent back to the country in a horse fairy tale manner. The scrawny one doing the peace sign is my kid brother, who I used to bully but turns out got the better genes and now towers over midget me at 6' 2". I think the pony was called Jaspar. She died young, so did Choc Chip. It's sad that I don't remember much about many of our horses. Depressing to think some arbitrarily got more love while others don't exist in memory or pictures. Sometimes I wonder if people fall into these two groups, too. And then I realize, that's stupid, of course we do.

Moving has a way of displacing cherished possessions and photos no matter how well you plan. I don't have many pictures left of my childhood, very few of high school - best years of my life - and none of college. It scares me to think that I took less that 3 pictures of myself and husband in the last year (we have thousands of the cat) and how fast time goes by and how quickly youth fades. You don't think that you're making worthwhile memories in your daily life, but I'm cornily realizing it's the everyday that matters most. I guess that's why country music was invented?

And a lesson learned today: a $6 super-stuffed burrito will make you pay for hours.