Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Pierre-Joseph Redouté

I've been on a floral arranging hiatus thanks to a shot auto focus on my 50 1.4 (I've been debating whether to post the lone not-so-great images of my last arrangement). However, I've been continuing my education through other means (read: working in a floral studio) which has lead me to really think about form. Lately, I've been taking a look at floral paintings and have become quite attracted to the work of Belgian botanical illustrator Pierre-Joseph Redouté.

All prints by Pierre-Joseph Redouté from Art.com

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Club Monaco

I've been a good girl for not buying any clothes until I hit my weight goal but these pieces from Club Monaco's Spring 2012 Lookbook are killing me softly. Polkadots (my favorite), ombré, neutral colors -- I pretty much want every thing in my closet, yesterday.

Aline Weber & Othilia Simon for Club Monaco Spring 2012 Lookbook via Fashion Gone Rogue

Monday, January 16, 2012

Monday Musing Now With Twitter

I’m just going to put it all out there: My name is Jessica and I am shy person. Or should I say a shy introvert cause really they are two different things. Anyway, I have no idea where the shyness came from. While my nuclear family is small, my extended family on both sides has always been big. Then there was my Father’s friends. Nigerians LOVE to party so there were always get togethers every weekend and of course there were other kids around. I should be a social butterfly but instead I’m the bewildered moth that moves awkwardly towards the light.

Blow Up by Tim Walker for W April 2011 via Holtermann Design

Anyway, this year I decided that I would continue getting uncomfortable by opening myself up more online. I have this weird thing about social networking that probably skirts the line between oldster and hipster. The former: a thanks, but I’ll stick to Friendster Myspace Facebook. The latter: ...but I don’t want to do what everyone else is doing. However when Twitter came out I didn’t quite get the appeal. Even up until late last year I hesitated. Then I realized I can’t live in a bubble for too long, so now after setting up an account last year, I have finally decided to use it. You can follow me here. I’m still trying to get used to the site. I’ve already encountered spam, a phishing attempt, and a new design layout so I feel like my hazing is somewhat complete. Plus, I have to remember I can’t blog about everything here so Twitter seems like the natural supplement not to mention another way to connect with others. Oh, and battle my pesky shyness.

Happy MLK Day!

Sunday, January 15, 2012


It’s Sunday, my ex-football player husband is watching the Giants-Packers game, I’m waiting for the Globes to start and this post was suppose to happen last week. Bah! These are pictures from my birthday trip to Mendocino last year. I chose something quiet and near the ocean that also allowed for some wine tasting. Z rented a small cottage called La Petit Maison that is located in woods near Mendocino. The adorable cottage was surrounded by these huge redwoods and had such a sweet garden with rose and succulents. We were welcomed with a bottle of wine and snacks and some fresh cut roses. I love resorts and spas and going out of every night but since we went to Vegas the year before, it was be a nice change of pace to do something a bit more quiet with my other half.

Mendocino was the perfect setting for reflection and for the last entry of my roaring 20s. To be perfectly honest, it was there that I realized my happiness and content with getting older. I think it all has do with finally knowing where I want to go in my life. For years, I wallowed in my cloud of confusion and self-doubt and in turn feared what the future held. I knew I didn’t want to do what I was suppose to do and yet felt guilty for feeling that way. Now, everything is so clear that I can see it but have to figure out my way to get there (the total opposite of my former path). Somehow this journey that is scarier and not very sure gives me a sense of confidence that the easier one did not. Funny how life rolls.

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Dreaming of Italy | Midweek Getaway

My mind is wandering to a place that I have wanted to visit since I was a kid. One I unsuccessfully campaigned for as a honeymoon destination. Paris wasn’t so bad (there has been serious chatter about retiring there someday) but Z realizes his slight error. I’ve cooed here on the blog before and here is something random, my Dad lived there for school in his early 20s. That place is Italy.

Aurano, Piedmont, Italy by storvandre

Isle of Capri, Italy by AntyDiluvian

Lago Maggiore, Italy by Fabio Montalto

Cinque Terre, Italy by Robert Crum

Sirmione, Lake Garda, Italy by nickphotos

St. Peter's Basilica, Rome, Italy by cellfish

Isola Bella, Italy by Alaskan Dude

Isle of Capri, Italy by Pier Paolo
All images via All Things Europe

It was a serious contender for my 30th birthday trip but this year Z is surprising me. Instead, we’re thinking Italy may be the perfect visit for 2014. It’s the year we celebrate being together for 10 years and it will also be our 5th wedding anniversary. Then there's also Z’s turn to hit 30. Oh, and it’s the last year of our 5 year plan children. Dang, might as well.

Happy Wednesday!

Friday, January 6, 2012

Happy Friday

This week I’ve been curled in a sickness stupor making me the least pleasant person to be around. I'll make sure not to show it tonight as Z hosts his monthly poker game with the guys. There were some highlights though as my one of oldest and closest friends who lives in New York told me she is expecting. I don’t think she realizes what this news unleashed or what it has spared Z from cause while we’re not there yet in that department, we do entertain with the names and cute baby stuff (that would make me look insane if I bought and kept of drawer of said stuff). Needless to say, I’m quite excited to be the cool “auntie.”

The scenic ride home through Anderson Valley.

With that said, there is one thing I managed to do and that is go through my pictures from last year’s birthday trip to Mendocino. Sure it was about 6 months ago but since I’m now halfway through the last year of my 20s I figured it’s fitting. My Facebook feed is starting to see the first trickle of farewells to the 20s and it has got me thinking about the last 10 years. The changes, the fears, the additions, the acquisitions, the revelations, and the fun. It was most certainly better than my teens. Really your twenties are just a glorified teen years now that you can drink and go clubbing legally minus the parental supervision. I have to confess that there was a time when I thought my 20s would be the best years of my life with so much hope, promise and the time to seize it all while my 30s (the entry level I used to call the dirty thirty) would be the beginning of the end. Lets just say that I when I turned 25 I believed in the quarter life crisis. Now I look back on my naive behaviour and sort of chuckle at it. Truth: I don’t think I have ever felt this confident before in my life. I know what direction I want to go. While the path isn’t very clear at least I know where I want to land. Next week, I plan on posting some pictures from that trip and little bits of nuggets I gathered from it. Until then have great weekend.

Tuesday, January 3, 2012


Normally I would marvel at how fast the time has gone or in this case, ask when the world is suppose to end again (this year it’s the Mayans turn) but I already feel content for what lies ahead even though I have no idea what is in store.

It could be good, bad, enlightening, or boring, all I know is that I no longer worry about it nor fear it. How could I? Last year was an exercise to knocking complacency, exposing myself to more things and people and generally enjoying what I have. That short post I wrote last year was a continuous referral to so much that happened in my life in year 2011. Recognizing my body is changing and revisiting my fitness. The floral workshop I took and the unexpected presents it unleashed. Oh and that red dress. Believe it or not, I was wearing it when that hard news hit.

In short 2011 wasn’t boring. It was what a year should be another time to develop and ultimately flourish.

Now with 2012, well there are some things that I have mentioned numerous times around these parts, like turning 30 (which I can’t wait to do because well I will share what it means to me hint: I used to fear it) and another trip (it seems to be our yearly thing to do). But one thing that’s been crossing my mind has been the ability to open myself up more. There are areas that I’m re-examining and new ones that I have yet to really look at. I have no resolutions, only goals. Resolutions are are plans and to quote Z, plans are meaningless unless you have a goal set. This year, I’m keeping my goals to my self so that once they are accomplished they can be my little secrets. Something to unlock later when times get a little rough.

Movement & Shape by Sølve Sundsbø featuring Nyasha Matonhodze for Vogue Japan November 2011 via Noir Façade