How I love myself an award show. The E! red carpet, the industry jokes, the video montages, the sappy speeches... Give me a bowl of popcorn and we're done. I was giggling with delight at the opening to last night's Emmy's, a perfectly done spoof of Glee. Two words: Jon Hamm. (I could have done without Kate Gosselin, though. As usual.)
The thing is, I just really love TV.
Lea Michele's dress (by Oscar de la Renta, who else?) was truly stunning. Though in this photo she has a strange body-detached-from head thing going on. January Jones wore this odd Versace gown, but she rocked it. The color is beautiful on her.
Claire Danes is gorgeous as usual in an Armani sheath. Dianna Agron's Carolina Herrera gown feels old-fashioned and romantic.
One of the tallest women in attendance, and one of the shortest. Heidi Klum stuns in a mini Marchesa. And Kiernan Shipka is simply adorable - she looks like a little princess.
So I saw Eat Pray Love yesterday. I couldn't stop thinking of these hystericalarticles, so my experience was partially tainted by snarky comments about Javier Bardem's beard and the inclusion of too many Eddie Vedder songs. The film was mostly loyal to the book in terms of plot and character, but I felt like it lacked the depth and personal spirit that made the book so great. Gilbert is a talented and eloquent writer, and I loved how honest she was - you could feel and understand the year-long trip for her was very much a personal and spiritual enlightenment. That is how the movie is packaged, but without Gilbert's words guiding you through her story, so it has all the makings of being this profound, self-discovery story but it ultimately falls short. Ultimately it just wasn't translatable into film - there would have been far more voiceovers required of Julia Roberts than could have sanely fit into a (long) feature-length film. Also, the meditation aspects were glazed over and misinterpreted. And - although she does end up with the Brazillian dude in real life, too - the movie literally ended with them sailing off into the sunset. (Sorry to ruin the ending. Surprise!)
But it did get me excited to go to Italy.
P.S. There were three stellarrom comtrailers before EPL. Clean shaven Jake is the cutest. And reunited with Anne Hathaway! My heart melts.
Soon I'll be living on the Euro with only American dollars to my name, and fall shopping is becoming increasingly more tempting. But these days you can acquire your desired look at any price, and I plan to invest in just a few great pieces that won't break the bank. Below are a few high and low versions of my favorite fall looks, suited for both the millionaires and bargain hunters amongst you.
The short, flat boot. Low-maintenance but chic when worn over skinny pants. Pair with a flouncy skirt to show of those gams. High: Elizabeth and James Cami, $350 Low: Steve Madden Lodunn, $109
The slouch pant. Wear them with flats and an oversized sweater on a rainy day. Dress up your look with suede pumps for a night out. High: Vince Cropped Slouch Pants, $235 Low: Sparkle & Fade Cuff Ankle Pant, $58
The convertible saddle. Part prep, part boho. This bag is equally fit for the first day of school and for scoping out the new bar downtown. High: Marc by Marc Jacobs Saddlery Sophie Tote, $478 Low: Tano Thin Lizzy, $190
The long-sleeved dress. Classy with high heels; cozy and cute with boots and tights. High: Generra Long Sleeve Dress, $175 Low: Forever 21 Wildflower Knit Dress, $22.80
Cupcakes are my favorite treat to make. I adore looking at beautifully-decorated cupcakes (like on my friend Nadia's awesome blog), but I'm no pastry chef, and am too intimidated to attempt the ones that require an artistic flair and a steady hand. Yesterday I decided to take a leap from my tried and true favorites, and baked Martha Stewart's Triple-Citrus Cupcakes for a friend's surprise party. I had to zest far too many lemons, limes, and oranges, but the labor-intensive recipe was worth it. These were a fabulous summer treat - refreshing, light, and perfectly balanced between sweet and sour. I had never worked with a glaze before, though dipping cupcakes actually turned out to be much easier than frosting them. I also substituted a third of the butter with applesauce to make them more moist. The lime ones were my favorites - I used key lime juice in the frosting, so they tasted like mini key-lime pies.
I've had enough of you, summer wardrobe. It's been hot and humid every day since mid-May, when I returned from - lest we forget - sub-Saharan Africa. Sure, rompers were fun, but the impracticalities of wearing a button-down one-piece revealed themselves quickly. The zipper broke on my favorite slate gray shorts, and the high-waisted demin ones, after three summers of wear, are begging for some alone time. Strapless bras have to be worn with every halter or sleeveless top, which I'm never happy about. And let's not neglect the cruel fact that it's been bikini season for three months.
Sure, it's nice to be tan, but around this time every year, my favorite jeans and softest sweaters are practically screaming to be let out from the back of my closet. Anne's outfit-to-room post on Toast's Early Autumn Collection jump-started my cool weather excitement. Long tunics, skinny pants, riding boots and rolled up sweaters drew my eye. Can you tell I'm having a navy-slate moment this season? (Use of the word "moment" attributed entirely to Rachel Zoe). Now I'm spending far too much time ogling over fall lookbooks and dreaming of cool afternoons in Bordeaux, drinking espresso and armed with a fountain pen and my Moleskine.
Coming soon: more outfits comprised of some of my favorite early fall trends - minimalist, comfortable, and chic.
I keep this picture on my desktop, of three of the girls in Malawi, and my heart bursts every time I look at it. I'm missing Malawi a lot today. As I prepare for my stay in France, only a month away now, it does feel bittersweet that I won't be spending the next year in Mzuzu instead. There would be something comforting about returning to that city instead of moving somewhere new again.
But, as scared as I am of the uncertainty that awaits me, I feel slightly more confident parting ways with dear America this time. I loved Malawi not in spite of but because of its differences to home - the differences that first disguised themselves as flaws. No one wore watches, we ate with our hands, I had to walk everywhere. The daily rainstorms. The only bar in town. The mud. I don't know for sure why we travel, but if I had to guess, I'd say it has something to do with learning how to see those things as quirks that only enhance our experiences. We don't fly around the world for more of the same.