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Escape is a part of my psyche. I need it. I crave it. No matter where I am or what I’m doing, it always lingers, either hopeful or sinister.
It’s time for the magician’s final act. Swarthy, with a painted moustache, he rolls out his clunky contraption. Behind one mirrored door, his assistant awaits.
He has many rings on his fingers, they sparkle, diversion worthy. His bedazzled sausages waggle amidst unintelligible words. She’s gone, escaped onto her next adventure.
“Drat!” he thought. “Now I must buy another.”
Many things can inspire you . A person, a city, a photograph . . . maybe even a microwave.
It simply began because my microwave broke down. There it sat, in front of my doorway, a metal box eyesore. Until it sparked an idea, which led to some creating, which resulted in this post.
Amazing, if you stop and think about it.
If you open your eyes, who knows what you’ll see.
And if you stop watching Korean dramas all day, who knows what you’ll create.
It’s been ever so summery in California this winter, so I thought I’d throw on a beanie just for pretend. I know -40 degrees and wind chill aren’t fun, but one usually expects COLD in JANUARY.
These have been my favorite pair of jeans lately. I’m still gravitating towards skinnies, but the mega cut-outs at the knee make it a little more interesting. I especially like pairing it with something clean like this popover I got in Korea.
I had a ball shopping in Korea. There is such a plethora of neighborhoods, boutiques and independent designers that it makes it difficult to edit your purchases. Not to mention that the prices are fair and quality quite good. I picked up this equestrian cap and houndstoothy skirt at a local boutique and they’ve been my go-to pieces ever since I got back.
Moustache Man and I grabbed a New Year’s Eve lunch at Electric Karma. It’s the type of place where you sit cross legged on silk pillows, the smell of spices and sounds of Bollywood over powering the senses.