Color of the Year

Pantone, the uncontested color authority, recently announced the Color of the Year for 2012, their annual color forecast. 2010 gave us Turquoise. 2011 brought us Honeysuckle (which, um, perhaps wasn’t the best prediction as I haven’t seen a single thing, on the runways or off, in that color. Except in my 5 year old niece’s closet). According to Pantone, 2012 will be the year of Tangerine Tango.


You guys, I think I’m having brain failure or something. I spent the better part of 3 hours compiling this post operating under the impression the color name was “Tango Tangerine.” I googled it a million times and did not ONCE realize all the page results and everything I was reading said “Tangerine Tango.” I actually edited the file name of that swatch above because someone had saved it as “Tangerine Tango” and I thought, “ha! what an idiot!” I didn’t even SEE THE NAME on the swatch until just now. So of course then I had to go back and edit everything else to read properly. Is Adult Onset Dyslexia a thing? I think I have it. Personally, I liked “Tango Tangerine” better. It conjured up mental images of citrus fruits dancing happily.

Moving on.

I think Tangerine Tango (oh my god, the impulse to write that in reverse is overwhelming) is really just poppy masquerading under a nom de plume. And poppy has been EVERYWHERE this year. Really, J Crew hit it and quit it already. I think it had its heyday, but what do I know, I can’t even get the freaking name right. If the color overlords at Pantone say Tangerine Tango, you say “yes sir!”

Shoes / Dress / Nail polish / Pouch / Notebook

 I’m kind of in love with it. Surprising, given my penchant for all white, Scandinavian everything (exhibits A, B, C, D, etc). It’s like that scene in The Birdcage, when Albert says, “Well, one does want a hint of color.” I can’t see myself making a huge leap towards color, or anything, don’t get nervous.

What do you think of the color of 2012? What color would you have picked?

Snow White

Maybe the Weather didn’t get the memo: Let it snow! No, seriously. It’s December, let’s make with the snow production, shall we? What’s that you say? It’s going to be 58 degrees tomorrow? Really? Any warmer and I’m going to ask for my money back. What good was sweating through everything I wore for 3 months this summer (one of the hottest summers on record) if I don’t get a nice frost to even things out? Please?

At the risk of sounding like an 8 year old, there is something absolutely magical about snow. Maybe it feeds into my ridiculous love of all things white? And I know common opinion holds that you shouldn’t wear white after Labor Day, but there is something to be said about gorgeous winter whites. It’s like bringing a bit of snow to your everyday. And since we clearly will not be seeing snow anytime soon in these parts, I guess the next best thing would be to incorporate snow whites into your everyday. This is convenient, because retailers are taking the “winter whites” thing seriously.



1. Snowflake lantern / 2. Blanket / 3. Candleholder / 4. Tree lights / 5. Snowball (won’t melt!) / 6. Furry hat / 7. Candle / 8. Santa mug


I have to give a shout out to my girl Anna (you can call her Banana, she totally approves of this nickname and doesn’t hate it in the slightest. hey girl!) for showing me the snowflake lantern that inspired this post in the first place. She knew I would like it because the official product name includes the identifier “Swedish.” Anna knows me well. If at all possible, that lantern looks even more gorgeous lit up in the dark. I’m always wary of paper lanterns spontaneously catching fire and burning the house down, but for this one I think I’d make an exception.

West Elm is celebrating 24 Days of Deals, and for a good stretch there, the Favorite Throw was $10 off. I felt it in store over the weekend, and yo. It feels like a giant fluffy silky cloud. It was the most rewarding tactile experience of my day, second to cleaning up pine-needle-vomit from Fitz (dude, STOP EATING THE CHRISTMAS TREE). We can’t have nice blankets in the house because the puppy is a maniac and thinks everything belongs to him and will plant himself on top of things and sleep on them to claim them. Luckily, Fitz seems to be uncertain of candles, which is good because I am a Crazy Candle Lady these days. That’s why that IKEA candleholder is so appealing. It is one holder short of being a menorah, but still lovely. Equally as lovely and also hailing from IKEA is the lit centerpiece that looks like a forest of snow-covered trees. I would love to eat dinner with that in the middle of the table.

Probably the weirdest thing on the list is the rubber “snowball” that crunches in your hand and feels like the real thing. Unfortunately, it became too popular and sold out. But doesn’t that sound amazing? It would probably freak me out, though. And I know no winter is complete without some oversized warming accessory, so that’s why the quilted furry hat made the list. Apparently these types of hats are coming back into fashion? All I know is I had a blue fleece one in middle school and my mom used to tell me I looked special needs when I wore it (she taught special needs kids for 38 years, she’s allowed to go there). The furry version looks straight out of a Russian fashion show, but I’m kind of enamored with it all the same.

In addition to the throw blanket, West Elm also came through in a big way for the Reindeer block candle (too cute to burn) and the giant Santa mug (sold out, unfortch). I need one more mug in my cabinet like I need a hole in the head, but look at his jolly beard!

Do you subscribe to the winter white trend or are you, like me, too much of a spill-prone klutz to pull it off? Any white, seasonal decor you’re feeling this holiday season?

Tuesday Tunes

This is your official 1 week countdown to the glorious day of the celebration of my birth. If you are still busy carving gilded statues of my likeness, you’re running out of time. That singing telegram set to be delivered by half-naked male strippers? I think they need payment-in-full soon, heads up.

If you’re feeling overwhelmed, let’s listen to this week’s jams to take your mind off of the impending full-day festivities in honor of my 25th anniversary of arriving to this world:

I discovered this song in the preview for this movie (which by the way, looks adorable. How charming and gorgeous is Emily Blunt?) and have been looping it for a week. I don’t understand how that voice is coming out of that man unless someone has their hand up his leg and is, ahem, squeezing, but the British-accent-rap-bit? Loved it. That may or may not be Effy from the show Skins in court with him, and he may be on trial for sexually assaulting her?, it’s up for debate. I might have to serve Federal jury duty tomorrow (fingers crossed I don’t!) but one can only hope that if I get picked, the trial includes a full-out song and dance routine like this video. It’s filling me with unrealistic expectations.


This song is about as far out of left field as it gets around these here parts, and while I promise to never post another song like it (read: club anthem), I simply had no choice but to include it this week. So, so dance-y. This song has been in my head ever since my last trip to New York over Thanksgiving, when I danced to it at a bar in the Meatpacking district after imbibing one too many Bacardi Scorched Cherry & Cokes. Oh man, was that a fun night. In case you’re curious, this is what the song does to me:

from the best episode of one of the best shows on tv

I can’t think of a better note to end on, personally. What tunes are you rocking these days?

Dragon Tattoo

A few years ago I picked up Steig Larsson’s The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo, and fell in love with it from the moment I started reading (the book begins on my birthday!) even though it scared the crap out of me and I couldn’t even read it in broad daylight at certain points. The actual Swedish title is “Men Who Hate Women” and if you’ve read it, you understand why.  It was unlike anything I’d ever read before, and I quickly devoured it before moving on to the second book in the trilogy, The Girl Who Played With Fire. By the time I finished the second, the third one, The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet’s Nest, had been published in Europe but wasn’t scheduled to be released here for another year. So I did what any book nerd would do: bought a copy from a British seller on eBay and read the behemoth (literally, that book is enormous) early. And then I read the whole series again when the third book was released here. My brother and I went to see the Swedish version of the film together when it had a limited release here. And since then, the book has become wildly popular.

I just re-read The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo a few weeks ago in preparation of the American film release. Usually I’m not a fan of the American remake of anything, because we tend to ruin whatever we get our hands on (see: Skins UK vs US, Coupling UK vs US, Red Dwarf UK vs US), but the film was directed by David Fincher and was shot in Sweden (in English) and looks pretty promising. Observe:

Needless to say, I’m excited to see it and see how it compares to the original version. Rooney Mara, who plays Lisbeth, looks almost unrecognizable in her makeup and costuming, but my heart still belongs to Noomi Rapace, who played Lisbeth in the Swedish films. There’s just something so sexy about how grungy and goth Lisbeth’s character is that it’s impossible to ignore. Her penchant for piercings and chains and combat boots makes me want to ditch my heels and pencil skirts and take up a life of hacking and riding motorcycles. Sort of. Aside from all the horrific life experiences she endures.

You know how sometimes, several things in your life cross over and create one awesome overlap in interests? Like, your favorite band makes a guest appearance on your favorite tv show and it’s so, so good? Imagine how I felt when I found out that Trish Summerville, the Costume Designer behind The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo, was doing a collaboration with H&M. My little head just couldn’t process it. You mean one of my all time favorite book trilogies was crossing over with one of my all time favorite clothing stores? And that I could literally be able to dress like one of my all time favorite characters? SAY IT AIN’T SO.

Oh, but it is so. And it is so, so good.

YOU GUYS. I can’t even! The collection opens this Wednesday, the 14th, a week before the movie comes out (which happens to be the day after my birthday!). I couldn’t contain my excitement, so I hustled over to one of the two H&M stores within a 10 minute walk from my house and ran up to one of the sales people and said, “HIWILLYOUGUYSHAVETHEDRAGONTATTOOCOLLECTIONTHISWEDNESDAY? WILL YOU? WILL YOU?” And once the poor girl processed what I was asking, she gave me a sad look and said no. Undeterred, I asked if the other store, a few blocks away would be carrying it. “No, none of the stores in Philly will have it.”


(That was the sound of my head exploding)

I mean, how unfair! What gives? Do I have to go (gag) New Jersey to shop? Do I have to arrange transportation to the closest suburban mall to get my paws on this collection? There are TWO H&Ms a mere 3 blocks from each other (I don’t know why) so you’d think the odds of ONE of them carrying it would be good. But no! It’s like someone just knew how much I was looking forward to buying these clothes and decided to mess with me. Yes, I’m taking this super personally.

But then I decided that I could easily just recreate the feel of the collection with some staple pieces from H&M and a few other stores. And once again, all was good.

1. Leather Jacket / 2. Sweatshirt / 3. Necklace / 4. Scarf / 5. The sexiest boots of all time  / 6. Fingerless gloves / 7. Black eyeliner / 8. Black nail polish  / 9. Jeans

This post was brought to you by my obsessive love of those boots and my nerdy love of Swedish crime thrillers. If you haven’t read the trilogy yet, I’d highly, highly recommend it. Those of you who’ve already read it, are you going to go see the movie? Does Lisbeth’s style inspire you to be more edgy? Super nosy!

Friday Five, Gift Guide pt 2

Happy Birthday to my daddy, who would have been 73 (73!!) today! I wish he were here so I could shower him with presents and we could commiserate over having birthdays so close to Christmas. I really just wish he were here.

I couldn’t let the occasion go unnoticed, so today’s Friday Five Gift Guide is a collection of gifts that would be perfect for him. Or for any man in your life who has ever made full meals out of cheese and crackers and full pints of ice cream, has the best beard, can quote Kevin Kline movies at the drop of a hat, loves literature and classical music, and maintains imaginary affairs with French, redheaded burlesque dancers named Trixie LaTharge. That last one might have been just my dad, but hey. He is my favorite guy in the whole universe, you’ll have to forgive me wanting to show him off:

 Here I am at age 2-3, rocking bangs and a turtleneck, trying to grab the flash from my dad’s camera while he is just trying to take a decent picture of us.

Here we are, ages 6 and 54 respectively. I have bangs. And I’m wearing a Bambi shirt. But do you see the card I’ve drawn for him? Clearly I did not inherit his talent for drawing.

Also in that picture I’m giving him a present for what I’m assuming is Father’s Day? Given that I’m in just a t-shirt I’m going to assume it isn’t winter. In the spirit on his birthday and the holidays, and to continue the Friday Five Gift Guides, here are 5 gifts that were inspired by my dad:

1. Complete ‘Law & Order’ Collection / 2. Lambswool Sweater / 3. Sea Monkeys (!) / 4. Cheese of the Month / 5. Paris Moleskine sketchbook

My dad’s favorite show of all time was Law & Order. We used to (try to) watch a new episode of SVU every Friday night, and it was always a contest to see who could stay up for it. Inevitably, we were both passed out 5 minutes in, me from clamping my eyes shut at all the scary parts enough times, and my dad just from being exhausted from a long week at work. My dad always joked if he ever suffered from insomnia, all he would have to do is put on an old episode of Law & Order and wait for the “dun dun” gavel sound that opens every show. It was a sure fire way to knock him out. At $450 for the all 20 seasons, it isn’t exactly the cheapest gift in the world, but it is definitely one I know he would have loved.

I feel like every holiday necessitated the purchase of yet another wool sweater for him, but this one, from J Crew, just seemed too perfect to pass up. It’s gray (one of his favorite colors) and looks so comfy and warm. I The collar would have been totally up his alley, too. Today I’m wearing one of his sweaters, a dark green cable-knit number with wooden buttons that is probably not entirely work appropriate, but I couldn’t not wear it today. I’m sure it’s my imagination, but it still faintly smells likes him, and it’s wonderful.

My dad was never what you would call an “animal” person (to put it mildly) but we did have several pet water frogs for a few years. They were very, very cute and very, very tiny. My dad really bonded with one of them, Otis, and even upgraded his tank and bought him special food and could be found having conversations with him if you snuck up on him. But since there have been a bunch of salmonella outbreaks linked to water frogs recently, I figured the next best non-pet with the least amount of responsibility would be Sea Monkeys. Did any of you have these growing up? I had a couple and they were awesome. I figure this would be the type of pet my dad would appreciate: the kind where the eggs come dehydrated in a packet and then hatch in the water and become teeny tiny brine shrimp. Knowing him, though, he would end up attached to them and try to keep them alive forever.

I mentioned above that one of my dad’s favorite meals was a block of stinky cheese and a box of crackers. Maybe some spicy mustard and jam. No one loved stinky cheese more than my dad. Murray’s Cheese Shop, in New York, has a huge assortment of cheese (stinky and non-stinky), and you can even buy a 4, 6, or 12 month “Cheese of the Month” gift basket for any occasion. Every month, the recipient gets a 1/2lb of cheese (or meat, or a pairing if you pick that basket!) delivered right to their door. Can you think of anything more magical? Or delicious?

My dad never went anywhere without a sketchbook or two for moments of inspiration (or an emergency preparedness kit that included first aid supplies and a flashlight that worked 1000m below sea-level and a wallet-sized pen that could write in outer space, all of which fit in a small little pouch), and loved carrying a Moleskine datebook to keep his appointments and notes in. Moleskine has a line of city notebooks that include transit maps, neighborhood maps, and plenty of pages for sketching or documenting your trip. His heart belonged to Paris (just like my own) so this would have been a perfect stocking stuffer for him.

Happy, happy, happy birthday, Daddy. I miss you so much.

Have a wonderful weekend, kiddos. This weekend includes picking up and decorating Fitz’s very first Christmas tree. Do you think he’ll try to pee on it?

And please consider making a donation to the American Cancer Society this holiday season! 

Girl Crush

Im going to put a disclaimer for this post here: this has absolutely nothing to do with anything else I’ve ever written about, but sometimes you need a little (random) change of pace.

You guys, I’d like to introduce you to someone. She stole my heart a few years ago and has yet to give it back. Her name is Clemence Poesy. Some of you might know her from playing Fleur Delacour in the Harry Potter series, or maybe as Eva in a season of Gossip Girl (sidenote: what happened to that show? it used to be entertaining for its ridiculous story lines, but now everything has been taken to such weird extremes it’s become unwatchable. Michelle, I know you disagree with me.). Or maybe you know her because she is God’s most perfect (French!) creation and her existence brings joy to your everyday. No? Just me? Got it.

She is so gorgeous I can’t even stand it. Of course on top of being leggy and blond and pouty and having perfect hair she just has to be French. Naturellement!

I know I’m not alone in this. Girls always get crushes on other girls (at least, I do), in a admiring, you-inspire-me-to-try-harder kind of way, I mean. So spill: who are your girl crushes (celebrity or otherwise!). Any other takers for Clemence? TOO BAD, SHE’S MINE.

More Macarons

Yes, my obsession with macarons has reached an all new peak. I printed out this flavor poster and hung it in my cube at work. It is safe to assume my productivity has fallen off a cliff. Well, my work productivity has. Saliva production is at an all time high. Seriously, do you know how much I just stare at it and drool? I’m doing it now!

I was completing my morning newspaper-reading and came across this article, on those Judith Leiber clutches (#7). I don’t know what you could even fit in them besides a tissue, but hot damn they are adorable. Macarons have obviously been on my mind recently, but they’re also popping up everywhere these days. Clearly macarons are having their moment in the sun. Well, actually, since they have to be kept chilled, they are having their moment in the bottom shelf of your refrigerator (where Ladurée insists they are kept once you take them home).

1. Scarf / 2. Necklace / 3. Lip balm / 4. Pillow / 5. Wallet / 6. Tote bag / 7. Clutch

I got to thinking about all of the macaron-printed goodies over at Bonjour Mon Coussin and realized I needed to make some sort of compilation of all the yumminess.  Between the scarf, pillow, clutch and bag, I am totally overwhelmed by how simultaneously delicious and evil all of it is. Sure, I would LOSE MY MIND over having a wallet or pillow covered in macarons. But I’m already totally useless just by having a poster hanging on my desk, I don’t think I’d ever be a functioning human being again if I had any of these things. Lip balm that smells like macarons, are you kidding me?? An adorable polymer clay necklace? Pretty sure I’d eat it. One time when I was 3 I ate an eraser my parents won for me on the boardwalk down the shore because it looked like a strawberry; clearly I am a threat to devour things that are not intended to be edible. And considering the lip balms $10 each, that’s actually a more expensive snack than actual macarons. But hey, Urban Outfitters is offering free shipping on everything before the holidays, so maybe it evens out?  If I had to pick one thing to buy, it would be that tote bag, even though it’s $60 after the conversion rate.

What about you? How cute is that necklace though, seriously? Etsy is swimming with more of necklaces of equal cuteness: rainbow cake, snowcones, and sushi!

Tuesday Tunes

Today is Fitz’s 11 month birthday! In the past few weeks he has added another trick to his ever-growing arsenal: play dead. Have I mentioned this before? Stop me if I have, I’m turning into one of those parents that can’t stop beaming about their baby. Anyway, it’s pretty adorable, and sometimes I have a hard time convincing him to be un-dead; he’s happy to just lay on his side totally still, staring at me out of the side of his eyes.

He isn’t really playing dead in this picture, but I haven’t been able to capture him doing it on camera because I’m too busy laughing. Here he’s just making himself comfortable on the couch he isn’t allowed to be on, using my blanket as a pillow. DON’T MIND ME.

I’ve expressed my undying, unparalleled love of Keane before, but now that it’s December and the days are getting shorter and colder (well, not really, as it’s a balmy 60 degrees here today, and the humidity is through the roof so my hair is the size of an afro) I’m reminded of just how much I love their first album. I associate it with this time of year because it’s all I listened to in the winter of 2004. It came out in May of that year (Michelle, it was release on your birthday!!) but I didn’t seriously get into it until the end of fall, and I put it on endless repeat on my ipod mini (a high school graduation gift from my brother and sister-in-law). My dad even got a copy of the CD for his birthday, and we designated his copy to be our Car copy and mine to be the House copy, so we always had one to listen to no matter where we were. A little secret: I have virtually no idea what they are saying in the chorus. At all. But that doesn’t make me love it any less. And while this video is fan-made, it feels like it was shot today; it’s exactly the weather here.

I’m on a totally Michael Bublé kick right now. I took my mom to see him for Mother’s Day 6 years ago (was it really that long ago? wow.) I’ve been listening to him pretty much non-stop at work, and this past Sunday there was a charming profile on him on 60 Minutes. I love his voice, I don’t care how cheesy that sounds. This song is so upbeat and happy, and I love that it’s his actual wife in the video with him. I love that he calls her “kid.” Though really, I hate her, because she’s younger than I am, smoking hot and married to Michael Bublé. That’s about the sweetest nickname ever. If you judge me for liking this song, so be it.

Have a rainy Tuesday if you’re on the East Coast like me! Oh, and this is your official reminder that my birthday is 14 days away.

100th Post!

This marks my 100th post (!!), as you probably figured out from the title. I started this blog back in February as a way to keep myself occupied at home in between looking for a job and napping whenever I wanted, and I never thought I had the attention span to keep it going for almost a year, or that I’d meet some really amazing fellow blogger ladies in the process. Sometimes I get stressed out about posting and I have to remind myself that this is supposed to be fun and enjoyable and really, how stressed can I be over things like home design and gratuitous pictures of the Eiffel Tower?

I thought about posting  a list of “100 Things You Never Knew About Erin” to mark the occasion, but that bored even me (and I ran out of things after #31), so I tried to think about what I enjoy most. And I couldn’t think of any other way to celebrate my 100th post than to share some more gorgeous interiors with you, you lovely group of readers. It’s my favorite thing, looking at and lusting over beautifully styled homes all day. (Rather than list the image credit underneath each photo, I’ve just linked the image to its rightful owner, lest you think I’m not linking with love.)

It’s somewhat of a milestone for me, 100 posts. All I know is that I hope I have 100 more, and then 100 more after that. And maybe at my next 100 I’ll have something way more exciting to share with you than all-white interiors. Maybe by that point I’ll have moved on and won’t get weak in the knees over Swedish houses. But who am I kidding, we all know it’s only going to get worse. I hope you’ve enjoyed these last 100 posts, and I hope you all stick around with me for the next batch. It’s endlessly cheesy of me to say, but I couldn’t do this without you.

PS. My first post!

Friday Five, Gift Guide pt 1

Today I’m spending the day with my grandmother (feels weird calling her that, she’s always been my Mom-mom) baking thousands of Christmas cookies and messing up my aunt’s kitchen with food coloring and tons of sprinkles. I have been looking forward to this SO MUCH, because my Mom-mom is an amazing baker and I basically live each year in anticipation of her Christmas cookies. She makes these sugar cookies with green food coloring in the shape of little Christmas trees…my god. They are to die for. In between baking and decorating I’ll be taking lots of pictures, trying not to get flour all over my camera.

Is it too early for me to start talking about what I want for Christmas? Yes? DON’T CARE.

Right now I’m experiencing the first ever twangs of remorse that I didn’t call this series “Friday Five Hundred” because trying to pare down what I want for Christmas into five measly items is like expecting a puppy doped up on sleeping pills to solve a quadratic equation: it’s just. not. happening. And don’t give me the spiel about how Christmas isn’t about the material objects but the time spent with family and the cherished moments between friends. No. Christmas is about the presents, and you and I both know it. I’m just spoiled enough to admit it. Although, truthfully, I am pretty stoked on getting to hang out with my two lovely cousins who are flying in from Arizona and Oklahoma for the holidays. But not because they’re awesome. But because it means two more people who could potentially give me presents. (KIDDING, Ilene and Stacy!)


1. Marc Jacobs watch / 2. Plane Tickets / 3. Canon 50mm lens / 4. “Taschen’s Paris” / 5. Ladurée set of 2 candles

Now, this is what I would ask for if money was no issue and I was on drugs. Realistically, I know better than to even ask for a watch that costs as much as 3 of the other gifts total, but a girl can dream, right? And I’ve lusted after this watch for a while and even came extremely close to buying it when Bloomingdale’s waas having a 20% off sale, but chickened out. Same story with a plane ticket to some European city, only on a much larger scale. I’m not insane, though. That 50mm lens comes in at just over $100, which seems like such a steal! I had a 50mm on my last DSLR and the thing was my best friend. If they had sold the camera with a kit that included that lens, I would’ve ordered that instead. 50mm lenses are my favorite. I figure I can use it to take pictures of my ever-growing coffee table book collection, especially if “Tashcen’s Paris” was included. It combines all the best in Parisian shopping, eating, and sights. And it’s cute. You know I’m a sucker for cute!

The last time I was at Ladurée I failed to buy a candle (or two!) despite my original plan to stock up. I don’t know what I was thinking, but clearly the combination of the endless rain and the delicious macarons (DRINK!) sitting just inches from me made by brain short circuit. That, or the $65 price tag brought me back to reality. This set of two includes Strawberry and Brioche (can’t you imagine how delicious the Brioche candle smells? My mouth is actually watering) and I found a place that isn’t Ladurée that sells them. Of course, they’ve upped the price and they’re sure to overcharge on shipping, but a small price to pay in the name of macaron scented candles! (DRINK). Plus, it’s actually cheaper than a roundtrip bus ticket to New York to go back to the store and NOT BE AN IDIOT and forget to buy one while I’m standing right there.

So! Now that I feel sufficiently greedy, distract me: what are you asking for for Christmas? Anything extravagant and crazy? Or more low-key? Have a great weekend, kiddos!