here's looking at you, kid.

{me.  staring.  at you.}

i have a nasty habit. i stare a lot.  not always on purpose.  sometimes i'll be looking in a general area then get lost in a thought {you know i have a lot of those...} then an individual standing in aforementioned general area will notice my gaze and either call out my social flaw or immediately feel uncomfortable by my presence.  and let it be known, sometime i really am staring.  generally at a polynesian {has it been made clear yet that i have an intense draw towards those from "the islands"?} or a cool indie person with awesome shoes{again, you know me..}  either staring on accident or staring on purpose, we all do it.  so because i love you, i will let you in on my little secret...

3 ways to get yourself away from an awkward, accidental staring contest.

1. continue staring and say "what?" this makes the person that caught you staring feel like the offender. they'll quickly feel embarrassed and look away, giving you social safety.
2. find something behind or near the person {clocks, other people, a house...all work well for option 2} and act really, really interested in it.  works best if you point out said interesting thing to someone near you and get them to seem really, really interested as well.
3. practice looking away really quick.  tips:  look with your eyes, not your head. pulling a willow smith will totally blow your cover.  be smooth.  make it natural. 

use this tool. it will help you, as it does me every single day.  so stop embarrassing yourself and just get back to staring!  i know you want to.

gloomy and cloudy and puddles.

{me.  boots.  salt lake coffee shop.}

it's been raining here.  lots and lots.  lots as in utah is basically not a desert anymore.  i am not complaining.  the exact opposite in fact.  i love the rain.  the dancing, the darkness, the umbrellas, the coats, the splashing.  plus i have a legitimate reason to wear my favorite boots from my favorite store in my favorite city. 

said favorite store is one i have tried to keep a secret for a while {except from her, because we have no fashion secrets...right m?!} but what kind of number one fan am i if i don't advertise advertise advertise?!! 

so here we go.  you must visit one of my favorite shopping secrets in the fabulous salt lake city. 

{a bit hidden but still very much there, the beauty that is misc.}

misc. (pronounced missy.) is a darling little shop full of apparel, collected by miss missy herself, from different estate sales from around the state.  we're talking 1960s and 70s era clothes, shoes, jewelry, and once i even saw a vintage barbie kitchen there.  it is an absolute goldmine.  last year, while amidst a black boot goose chase, i searched high and low for the perfect black leather boot for winter.  i was sorely disappointed with all of my options, until my staycation while i was walking down broadway and stumbled upon this quaint little shop.  that's when i saw them.  that is when i began to believe in a thing called love at first sight.  i walked out of that store an owner of vintage black leather knee length boots for $16 and have barely taken them off since.  in love,  i say.  so go there.  tell them i sent you.  they won't know who i am but tell them anyways.  it will be fun.  oh and then go to gourmandise and get a pastry and hot chocolate because you, my lovely, just enriched your life all thanks to misc. and me.

now go play in the rain.

obsesh confesh.

i bought extra wintergreen gum the other day.  i haven't seen a full size piece of gum like the one pictured above since grade school.  everyone is all about orbit and stride and such these days, so i forgot about those silver little wrappers.  when i was young, i would peel the silver off of the wrapper and create some silver masterpiece.  {you know me, reduce reuse recycle!}  but when simple paper wrappers became the cool thing to wrap your mini gum in, i gave up my peeling obsession.  until today.  now that i have this silver wrapper, i am entertained for hours.  silver wrapper pens, sliver wrapper nails, silver wrapper notebooks.  i basically have to chew gum all day and night so i can have enough silver wrapper to occupy my time. 

and now that i am thinking about peeling, i have to confess more obsessions. 

i think i have a peeling off obsession.

i peel...

nail polish off my fingernails

wallpaper off walls

oranges {they aren't my favorite fruit for nothing!}

mascara off my eyelashes

chocolate off the peanut butter in reeces

...therefore i am.

i think it is very odd of me to love these things so much.  i wonder why.  i'm off to psychology...maybe i'll figure it out there.  in the mean time i am making silver wrapper pumps. 

i'm scared.

i have this worry.  actually it's more of an extreme fear that haunts my dreams and steals my sleep.  that fear is fear of movie makers running out of ideas and that someday all the ideas will be taken and there will be no more movies ever again.  i am terrified of that.  but then i go to the movies and think what the?  what am i so afraid of...there are lots of good ideas left to be taken. and then i have a good nights sleep. 

...and then there is youtube.  or what i like to call creativity's toy box.  endless supply of goodness.  and this video above makes me just about as happy as i could be.  the mixture of my 2 favorites this summer=me being reassured that creativity lives on. 

go movies!

proof.

{the view of my purse this weekend.}

i go to the movies too much.

but that is not a bad thing

in my book.

obsession confession.

never has anyone shown me the beauty of ebay.  never.  not once.  i fell upon it yesterday, while in a mad search for a typewriter, and i have never been so pleased with myself.  please tell me how adorable this would look on my desk?  {i love it.}  but it is a bit pricey for my starving student budget.  so this little princess may have to do.  wish me luck...and please don't out-bid me.

let the countdown begin.

so i might have accidentally, {purposly} wrote "2/11" for the date all day today instead of "11/2".  let the birthday fever begin. 

{3 months & 9 days}

all hallow's eve.

confession.  i would give anything to be a small child again.  mainly because i wish it was still socially acceptable to knock on doors, beg for candy, and actually receive it.  tell me it wasn't fantastic, back in the day, to dress up and go out for the night only to come back with a orange bag filled with delicious-ness.  halloween was a dream come true back then.  then again, i am legally an adult and still i spent my night wearing a costume and slowly killing myself with butterfingers.  so maybe adulthood isn't that bad after all.

{me in a little $6 di find and lib looking as fabulous as always.}

like the wise sister wightman says "you won't always be young, but you can be immature forever." 

i love that.

oh!  me and papa wightman carved pumpkins this weekend.  and oh it was so good!

{i love this man right here}

it kills me a little when my dad says,

"i am so happy that our tradition continued even though my girls are gone."

or

"i can't wait to carve pumpkins with your babies."

don't worry dad,

me and sister wightman are firm believers in

being immature forever.

(and we can't wait for bringing the nuggets

over to carve pumpkins with papa wightman...

someday.)

let the traditions live forever.

happy november.

p.s.  watch this.

i might be a hypochondriac.

{yeah, that's a mask and a fake mustache.  too cool} 
it's official...

the swine flu has hit uvu.

ever since i have heard

i think i might have it.

i am really tired.

and i am a bit stuffy.

my throat does hurt.

and my body is little achy.

i also have a BIG paper due tomorrow.

so that might be part of the reason why i am ill.

but if it so happens

that i have to miss school

for a whole week

and get all of my assignments excused

due to the all too familiar

swine flu.
i will go down in style.

you have my word.

p.s. i made apple cinnamon bars today.

just like a REAL baker.