Friday.
great song or greatest song?
(Source: Spotify)
‘Cause people seem to only post the 20-something Audrey Hepburn
this is genuinely the first photo i’ve seen of her looking older
I didn’t know Audrey Hepburn grew old into a bomb-ass old lady until like, last year. I thought she died young cuz that’s the only pictures I’ve ever seen.
omg
<3
she was also the granddaughter of a baron, the daughter of a nazi sympathizer, spent her teens doing ballet to secretly raise money for the dutch resistance against the nazis, and spent her post-film career as a goodwill ambassador of UNICEF, winning the presidential medal of freedom for her efforts.
and history remembers her as pretty.
\o/
and history remembers her as pretty.
and history remembers her as pretty.
and history remembers her as pretty.
(via apsies)
it’s been a year and a half since i’ve knit anything for myself so i wanted to make the most luxurious thing i could think of in order to make up for lost time.
i made cookie a’s pointelle socks in knit picks capretta cashmere/marino blend. they are wonderfully soft and cozy.
my dashboard only just now switched over to the new layout.
it took so long to happen that i was genuinely starting to hope that i’d somehow been passed over.
guess not.
i made caesar dressing for the first time today. anchovies and egg yolks and everything.
best damn caesar salad i’ve ever had.
blue plum festival is this weekend.
it’s a music + arts festival that brings around 80,000 people downtown. it’s exhausting and typically involves working 34 hours in two days. it’s something that used to be fun, but now i absolutely dread it.
today, my friend and i folded 800 t-shirts. tomorrow will be more work and thwarted attempts to relax. and then it’s just a matter of getting through the weekend.
i can’t wait until sunday, when i will be watching the bike race with a beer in my hand and then sleeping so hard.
one of my friends has been complaining that he broke a rib while sailing in the british virgin islands and now it hurts when he drives his porsche.
somehow, i just don’t feel sorry for him.
“I think we are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not. Otherwise they turn up unannounced and surprise us, come hammering on the mind’s door at 4 a.m. of a bad night and demand to know who deserted them, who betrayed them, who is going to make amends. We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. We forget the loves and the betrayals alike, forget what we whispered and what we screamed, forget who we were.”
— Joan Didion (via kateoplis)
i’m guessing because he lives in florida.
he’s the tour manager for this band that is playing at a venue down the street tonight, so he was just in town for the one day.
one day filled with magical discussions about delicious sandwiches.
