Forget Calling, Maybe.

Maybe it's a more common problem among people than I think. Or maybe I'm just one sad weirdo girl out of a thousand. But I am TERRIBLE at talking on the phone.

Seriously bad. Spare yourself the agony. Text me or send me a letter instead. That I can do.

What made me think of this was reading Cosmo's (guilty pleasure, I know, I know...) article on Carly Rae-Jepsen, otherwise know as the singer of the 
instant tweenager classic- "Call Me Maybe". 

According to the article, Justin Beiber discovered the song when he was doing dishes with his grandma in Canada and listening to the radio. 

Okey doke, then, while that story is pretty crazy, the outcome is pretty obvious. Anyone who hasn't heard the pop-hit is... probably Amish.

....

In other news, I bleach tie-dyed this men's shirt and was pretty pleased with the outcome. 

How to do this: Take a long-sleeved shirt, cut the sleeves off, then twist the shirt starting from the bottom. As you twist it, roll the shirt into a ball (the end result should look somewhat like a cotton snail) . Then, secure the 'snail' with hair ties/rubber bands/whatever is at your disposal and dip it in bleach. Do not dip it for more than five minutes, or the bleach will start to degrade the fabric. Then, once optimal lightening is achieved, dip the shirt into white vinegar. This stinks to high heaven, but stops the bleach from eating away the shirt. Next, wash the shirt (by itself, unless you want to bleach tie-dye all of your clothes) in cold water. Dry, and voila! Punk-Rocker wardrobe piece complete!

And in even other news, I did a cover of Ceelo Green's 'Forget You'. (Clean version, no worries!) I did it with my Iphone. And after twenty-nine takes, I gave up and settled on this one. And wouldn't you know it, it's not perfect. C'est la vie.

Now if you excuse me, I'm going to go put this on Canadian radio and hope that the Beibs is helping his g-ma do dishes again.

;)

Love,

Chloe

Break It Down Now

Today I'm in my room attempting to break it down without breaking down. It can be hard to say goodbye.

Who am I kidding?

It can be a great big mess of ugly and sad sometimes.

This last week has been a bit of a mess. But a not an ugly one. It's been a lovely mess of friends, laughter, cupcakes, and high heels.

 

My feet still haven't forgiven me for the latter, though.

I am so grateful for the people I've met during the three years I've been at this university. They are boss. Seriously: they are my people. That's as much as I can say without going adjective-mad on all of you.

On a different note I found something out about myself while packing. 

I have PADD. Packing Attention Deficit Disorder.

Or one might say, I'm suffering from PADD while trying to move out of my pad.

Hence, this post is taking priority over the suitcase that mocks me from it's lair in the hall closet.

And here's a crazy article from NY Mag What Thirteen People Wore to interview with Anna Wintour of Vogue. Like what one of the bottom comments says: I'd like to be the kind of broke that comes with a Mulberry bag. 

The Bayswater Leather Bag, Pricetag: $1,350.00

Yeesh.

Back in the packing realm, in what is obviously desperate need, I have resorted to getting rid of half of everything I own. Especially clothes. I have an absurd amount of those. It's an addiction, ladies and gents.

So here's to cleansing and starting over!

And here's to each and every one of you that make my life a little bit more shiny.

Love,

Chloe 

Hanging Out With Aliens

It never fails. Every time it hits the end of January, I am rabid for Spring. The stores don't make it any easier, with their sandal and swimsuit displays. So every once in a while I pretend that it's May and dress as such just to ease the longing. 

Of course, I pair it with sweaters to ward off the inevitable Idahoan-pneumonia that would accompany such an outfit.

While I wait, I tend to watch old favorites. 'Comfort shows', if you will. My go-to is the late '70s classic: Mork and Mindy.

Mork and Mindy was a spin-off of the television favorite Happy Days, and it's a story of a bewildered and friendly alien who is sent to Earth to make a report on what humans are like. He meets an earthling named Mindy, and together they have absolutely hilarious encounters with what we would consider everyday happenings.

Kinda.

This show absolutely slays me. It is belly-laugh funny, and in my opinion, Robin Williams is at his absolute best. 

If you ever catch me saying 'Ko' as opposed to 'Ok', it's thanks to my addiction to this delightful show.

In lieu of spring, it's probably healthiest to take in as much vitamin D as possible. Seriously folks, this stuff is a sanity saver.

And wear a springy outfit every once in a while. I promise it'll do you good.

But do the smart thing and wear a sweater. Nobody likes to have the sniffles.

Also advisable is to throw a party to ward off the winter chill. So if you will excuse me, I'm going to go frost forty-eight cupcakes and brew thirty cups of hot cocoa.

Whether I'll be consuming them alone or not is completely irrelevant.

Ladeeda!

Love,

Chloe

Never Change, My Deer.

Days pass with the speed of a sea-cucumber sometimes. But I'm grateful for it. 

It feels like I've gotten so much done and it's merely noon. Glory be. One of the best parts about this brief hiatus is the ability to play the piano all the time. And to be relaxed and goofy. And to read. Which is something I've put by the wayside for a long time.

In the meantime, I've also found a fabulously dreamy singer named Zee Avi. Zee is a 28 year old Malaysian-born singer and ukulele virtuoso. Here is one of my favorite songs of hers: Concrete Wall, as well as the remix (also marvelous) by RAC:

Original:

Remix:

In the meantime, I am also trying to increase the bravery of my wardrobe decisions.

I've decided life is just too short to dress for others. 

Wear what makes you happy. What makes you smile. What makes you feel beautiful inside and out. 

Don't wear something that you think is expected of you if it makes you uncomfortable. 

Be marvelously you, now and always.

Love,

Chloe

PS: My darling Monet would like to say hello to you all from his new and improved food dish.

Water, Water Everywhere... It Gives Me Time to Think.

I got to go back and visit my parents in my hometown over the past three-day weekend. During this, I got to visit the beautiful Lake Coeur d'Alene, which is not a terribly long way from where I grew up.

It led to a lot of introspective realization. (Whoo-hoo, look at dem word choices!)

But really, going home helps to clear my head. And this last weekend was by no means an exception to that rule. I made some fairly life-changing decisions.

The biggest of which was to drop my classes at the university for this semester and take a break from school.

Woof. That sounds crazy, right? Yeah, maybe it is a little. But life lately has led me to realize that crazy comes in all forms, and some are better choices than others. 

I found that I was heading in a direction I didn't want to go, but felt was 'necessary' or 'expected'. When I realized that most of what I was keeping up with was due to pride, I also came to see that I had to let go of some of the things I was stubbornly holding on to. One of these was my major in History. 

As it turns out, I'm not cut out to sit in museum basements. 

But that's not to say I will never get the opportunity to work for the Smithsonian! But this realization and some other major issues need to be dealt with first. I don't know where life is going to take me at all. All I know is that right now, I'm going to take a break and resume school in the fall to pursue a degree in Food and Nutrition.

At least that's the plan.

But who knows?

I'm not in charge here.

Love,

Chloe

Caffeinated, Falling, and Wearing Fire Engine Red

Dudes and Dudettes,

I am buzzin'. I have ingested enough caffeine to make my every action feel as though it is being done at the speed of light and accomplish every task with the same amount of energy that could power a small village for two months.
                                     

Fingers crossed that my heart doesn't stop along with the crash from this.

Got a suggestion for all you Lords and Ladies of the I-Don't-Know-What-To-Do-So-I-Guess-I'll-Just-Stream-The-Office-On-Netflix-Again Realm: don't do it. Not tonight. Watch this instead (Best part-it's an Instant on Netflix!!):

The Fall

This movie blew me away. Named as Number 6 in the critic's Top Ten Movies of 2008; it is visually stunning. The acting is incredible. The plot is so riveting you will not have time for that "oh it seems to be slow enough for a bathroom break' moment. 

So go beforehand. 

The film took four years to film on-location in twenty different countries, just to ensure that not one set would be used. All of the scenes are shot in real places. No Hollywood cut-outs, no 'movie magic'. Just real, breathtakingly beautiful on-site locations. 

For Example:

And:

Seriously, 100% real. No miniatures, no fake sets used.

I promise it is not a 'two hours of my life that I'll never get back' movie. In fact, you'll probably watch it again. And again. I did!

Here's the link for the trailer to get you intrigued:

Trailer for The Fall

On another note, has anyone ever asked you what your favorite color is? I just can't do it. I can't tell all those other beautiful colors that, sorry-you aren't quite good enough so I made your second cousin my favorite. Who does that? That, folks, is discrimination. And favoritism. 

Nah, but really, I don't have one. Some days it's orange, yesterday it was blue, today it's red. Maybe I just don't like to be tied down by decisions. 

But mostly, I think I probably have spectrum ADD.

 Cheers to my beautiful roomie, Michelle, who gave me these wonderful genuine leather boots!

She's a keeper! 

Hope your Wednesday is treatin' y'all well!

Love, 

Chloe

Top: JC Penny's, Leggings: Target, Earrings: Thrifted, Boots: Gifted