When in Drought.

This morning on the drive to work I saw a piece of sod on the highway. I’m assuming some landscaping vehicle lost a patch (really, who is planting in this weather?) but seeing that one perfect square of green, that island oasis of life laying just so across the center lanes, protruding as if nature was fighting through all the concrete and heat and dry lifeless terrain, was kind of poetic. Very avant garde.

Through the Wormhole

Yesterday, I turned 26. The chances of me committing feats of genius after this age grow statistically dim. Let’s face it, the rest of my life is a fight against inertia. Or gravity. Or whichever force pulls us towards chaos and cellulite. Morgan Freeman, where are you?

In other news, my family gave me $150 for my birthday towards a $300 Kate Spade purse I’ve had my eye on. What they didn’t tell me is that they had already ordered it in the mail, so basically my choices are to 1. Give them back their money and pay them another $150 for the purse or 2. Return the purse and keep their money.

I’ve never seen the movie Sophie’s Choice but I’m pretty sure it felt something like this.

I’m now in that push-and-pull “Do I $300 love it?” battle. Rational Lauren is telling me to return it, but selfish Lauren just keeps telling me how much it already matches the things I own:



Missoni Madness: Live from my Lunch Break

So after hearing about all the madness and seeing all the cute new items at Target, curiousity overwhelmed me. Here is what to expect at the Target at Highway 6 and 59:

bare shelves:

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sparse clothing racks: Note the “my grandma would wear that” shirt on the left and a “I’m pretty sure I wore that sweater in the 90s” knit on the right – guessing this was all that was left after the raid on cuter things in the AM


Decent selection left in the PJ section, and just 2 more pairs of my favorite shoes (if only I wore a size 11, they would have been mine):

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My favorite part – fully stocked desk accessories and scented candles:


Even with the recent rise in popularity of the chevron,  I’ve never been that big of a Missoni fan. (I have a love for 1960s aesthetic, and a generally disdain for 70s color schemes) While generally underwhelmed by what apparel remained hanging in the women’s department, I was pleasantly surprised to find Missoni’s updated color palettes and Emilio Pucci-esque patterns amongst their office supply/stationary items.

My loot: