Found this pin in Boston & couldn't resist. I'm a European mutt of sorts (German, English, French, Irish & Scottish or GEFIS?), but I'll cling to the small portion of Irish blood running through my veins today. Gártha!
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Happy St. Patrick's Day!
Found this pin in Boston & couldn't resist. I'm a European mutt of sorts (German, English, French, Irish & Scottish or GEFIS?), but I'll cling to the small portion of Irish blood running through my veins today. Gártha!
Soon! Soon!
Friday, February 26, 2010
My unexpected week of fashion
Monday: Watched Project Runway, Season 6 (disc 1). I wish I was advanced enough in my sewing to design clothing. Someday!
Tuesday: Watched Avatar in 3D at the IMAX, second viewing. For some reason I'm feeling blue this spring ;)
Wednesday: Off grocery shopping... a girl has to eat!
Thursday: 9:30am fashion show at corporate get-together. Evening, watched The September Issue. While the early morning show was RTW, it was fun to watch! Anna Wintour sure knows what she wants, so does the inspirational Grace Coddington.
Friday: Watched Valentino: The Last Emperor. There are dresses you'd sell a kidney for....I have two of those right? ;)
Tuesday: Watched Avatar in 3D at the IMAX, second viewing. For some reason I'm feeling blue this spring ;)
Wednesday: Off grocery shopping... a girl has to eat!
Thursday: 9:30am fashion show at corporate get-together. Evening, watched The September Issue. While the early morning show was RTW, it was fun to watch! Anna Wintour sure knows what she wants, so does the inspirational Grace Coddington.
Friday: Watched Valentino: The Last Emperor. There are dresses you'd sell a kidney for....I have two of those right? ;)
Dinner makes me happy!
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Yummy Santa Fe Chicken Chili!! Thank you Gluten Free Goddess ;)
ps. hate it when I can't flip my iPhone pics in blogger...please tilt your monitor 90 degrees to the left for proper viewing. *grin*
Monday, February 22, 2010
How can you avoid over-consuming?
Find the perfect question. Oui! The perfect question. Looking towards my September move and the reduction of my life to a couple of suitcases the following comes to mind:
- I hate moving. Carefully packing & hauling around heavy boxes. Ick!
- I need to save money for the move.
- I have too much stuff. What to do with it all?
- I'm only taking two suitcases to Paris.
So what is a girl to do? After a few closet purges & trips to Goodwill, I discovered my all important question: "Would I take this to Paris?" (OR, if all my stuff is packed into two suitcases would this make the cut?). Every time I go shopping or clean out my closet I ask myself that question. You wouldn't believe the money I've saved & junk I've gotten rid of.
So what's your question?
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Parlez vous francais?
I don't, but I'm learning :) A friend gave me the Rosetta Stone French Level 1 program for Christmas. What a perfect gift! I'm a beginner, but find the Rosetta Stone program uses a variety of learning techniques that are registering with my brain. Hopefully it sticks! My goal is to practice 1 hour a day (on weekdays) and find a few native French speakers who are gracious enough to hear me butcher their language.
Au revoir!
Au revoir!
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Outfit: Wet & Dry
hairdeco
I found this $3 treasure at Anthropologie the other day. Out of sheer laziness, I tend to avoid "hair things" (or hairdeco), but I'm making an exception :)
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Bonjour Paris!
I visited Paris for the first time when I was 17 years old. It was love at first sight. I decided then and there that I wanted to live in Paris for at least a year....at some point in my life. Two more visits (age 19 & 23) and I was utterly convinced; Paris is the place for me!
11 years later and I'm looking forward to seeing this dream come true. I plan on moving to Paris this Fall (yes, 2010) with a couple of friends and staying for a year.
So much to do, so little time! Job, visa, housing--not to mention, learning French :) I'll keep you posted on my progress. Here's to the beginning of a grand adventure!
Au revoir!
Amietta
(my French name, given to me by a barista in Paris who didn't understand "Amanda")
11 years later and I'm looking forward to seeing this dream come true. I plan on moving to Paris this Fall (yes, 2010) with a couple of friends and staying for a year.
So much to do, so little time! Job, visa, housing--not to mention, learning French :) I'll keep you posted on my progress. Here's to the beginning of a grand adventure!
Au revoir!
Amietta
(my French name, given to me by a barista in Paris who didn't understand "Amanda")
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
My Take: 50's Proper
I'd love to live at Anthropologie. Each morning I could wake up and find the perfect outfit. Until the day I'm given that opportunity, I'm going to borrow a few ideas.
Anthropologie's "Quiet Hours" outfit, 50's Proper Style

(apologize for the crummy photo)
My Take
Anthropologie's "Quiet Hours" outfit, 50's Proper Style
(apologize for the crummy photo)
My Take
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Metro Moments: The #43
There's nothing quite like the #43 from Capitol Hill at 10:45 on a Monday evening.
Enter, two drunken friends. To ensure I'm not getting too lonely with my book & "bite me" attitude, these gentlemen divide & conquer. One sits behind me, screaming about how great President Obama is (he was just informed that the tax payers foot $8 out of the $10 it cost/per fare). The other sits right in front of me...just inches away, despite the empty seats behind me.
"Can I tell you something", he slurs. I barely look up from my reading to offer a polite grimace.
"Don't tell my old woman, swear on a stack of Bibles". This is always the beginning of a good metro conversation.
"You're very pretty". To which I respond through barred teeth "thank you?".
The conversation continues in a cyclical pattern for a few moments until the gentleman sitting in front of me says, "do you always wear black? You should wear some colors that pop". To which I begrudgingly admit that I do when I'm in the mood.
(How ironic that my colors this evening are grey, black & grey.....still he persists).
"Would you like?" He hold out a can of beer he's just pulled from his right pocket. I grimace again and say "no thanks". He reaches around into his inside jacket pocket and pulls out a different beer, holds it out to me. I communicate the universal head gesture for "no".
"You're weird", he says, "but that's okay".
"To each his own", I offer up as my last words (I hope).
"Don't tell my old woman, swear on a stack of Bibles", he says "you're look good".
*ding* Thank God it's my stop, any more compliments and I'm sure to be visiting a therapist to discuss my ego issues.
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This Metro Moment brought to you by:
Amanda, an Amused Adventurer
PS. I do intend on getting back into blogging this year. I couldn't resist sharing this moment. Back soon!
Enter, two drunken friends. To ensure I'm not getting too lonely with my book & "bite me" attitude, these gentlemen divide & conquer. One sits behind me, screaming about how great President Obama is (he was just informed that the tax payers foot $8 out of the $10 it cost/per fare). The other sits right in front of me...just inches away, despite the empty seats behind me.
"Can I tell you something", he slurs. I barely look up from my reading to offer a polite grimace.
"Don't tell my old woman, swear on a stack of Bibles". This is always the beginning of a good metro conversation.
"You're very pretty". To which I respond through barred teeth "thank you?".
The conversation continues in a cyclical pattern for a few moments until the gentleman sitting in front of me says, "do you always wear black? You should wear some colors that pop". To which I begrudgingly admit that I do when I'm in the mood.
(How ironic that my colors this evening are grey, black & grey.....still he persists).
"Would you like?" He hold out a can of beer he's just pulled from his right pocket. I grimace again and say "no thanks". He reaches around into his inside jacket pocket and pulls out a different beer, holds it out to me. I communicate the universal head gesture for "no".
"You're weird", he says, "but that's okay".
"To each his own", I offer up as my last words (I hope).
"Don't tell my old woman, swear on a stack of Bibles", he says "you're look good".
*ding* Thank God it's my stop, any more compliments and I'm sure to be visiting a therapist to discuss my ego issues.
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This Metro Moment brought to you by:
Amanda, an Amused Adventurer
PS. I do intend on getting back into blogging this year. I couldn't resist sharing this moment. Back soon!
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
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Thursday, November 19, 2009
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