Archive for the ‘fashion’ Category

taking me somewhere

May 21, 2010

Where’s the buffalo plaid?


she had sparkles on her ear

May 14, 2010

Today the sun peeked out for a moment. Just a moment. It’s been raining and storming a lot in true Kansas fashion. All big and beautiful and a little wild. I was driving home from work on Monday during one of the storms when my boyfriend called me to make sure I was okay. I had trouble talking because the persistent and vengeful lightning seemed to be aiming directly at my gold tooth (cap, really, but a gold tooth sounds more dramatic) and my head felt full and swimmy.  Does your body freak out during electrical storms?

Lately, I’ve been  kind of sweating about my age. Feeling time ticking loudly. Then I remembered seeing this lady and thought that there’s plenty of time and ways to be a badass. Let’s make a pledge, friends. Everyone do one thing this weekend that makes them feel good and tell me what it is. I’ll do the same. Cheers!

spring snow & 40 years

April 1, 2010

This snowy shot (very Robert Frost) was taken on the FIRST DAY OF SPRING from my back porch. Way to be lame, Spring!

And this photo was taken at my friend Tina’s surprise birthday party. I’m sad to say that we must have spent an hour in front of that mirror trying to take cool, experiment-y shots. Our hats (as well as all the hats at the party) were made out of white felt, on a whim, by our friend Kylie. Happy Birthday, Tina!

the selby

March 23, 2010

This came in the mail today and I’m a little giddy with anticipation.


March 5, 2010

Layering is for the birds. I need spring.

the art of layering

March 4, 2010

This is not a newsflash, but I am so SO SO over winter. But if it continues, then I will layer like this.

toast travels

February 12, 2010

I love what Toast has been doing lately. Aside from their stunning clothes, beautiful housewares, and exquisite photography, they have now moved into the world of video, podcasts, and storytelling. TOAST TRAVELS is just what I needed to open up this morning. Something to take me away from here.

those eyes

February 3, 2010

What I find utterly wonderful about this man found here is that I can very easily imagine sitting down with him to share a dinner of oysters and champagne. Or, squirrel and moonshine.

The desire to dine with this gentleman is not as strong as the one above, but I like this portrait, too, found here. I suppose, though, that the obvious choice of nibbley would be chocolate.

The beards may seem like the common denominator of why I pulled these two photos together, but, truly, it’s the intensity of the eyes.  Tell me, when you look at a portrait do you envision dinners or conversations or something else entirely? The lighting? The setting?  I’m interested in knowing your thoughts.

born identity

January 27, 2010

You know, I’ve realized, and not just recently, that this blog has no feet. No clear identity. I guess, if I think on it, it’s a little bit like myself.  There are such beautiful blogs out there on food, trends, style, design, fashion, wine, photography . . . it’s overwhelming, at times. But I’m glad they exist and I’m kind of glad that mine still exists, too. Thanks for putting up with the randomness of Prairynation.

So, about the photo above? It provokes an intense desire to read an old-fashioned newspaper. Lazily. And with someone I love who is cool with reading the paper at the breakfast table and not being offended if we each take a different section and skip the chatter for a spell. Until we’re just too wound up about a story and MUST SHARE. And Burberry plaid. Or, maybe it provokes in me a desire to retire, say, tomorrow, so that I can actually find time to sit down lazily with my beloved and read an old-fashioned paper and not be focused on getting to the grocery store and mopping up all the salt off my floors from our overly salted city streets and doing laundry and somehow discovering and nuturing an as-of-yet hidden talent. Whew.

still perched

October 8, 2009



Pretty things for the head. Red lipstick. Maybe that’s all a lady needs .  

The house is truly coming along. My mom came for a visit in which we had hoped she would help me to unpack and put my things into tidy little places, but, alas, I am still not living there. It was fun, though, to show someone the space who has not seen it once except for the few and random shots that I place here on the blog.  The best part, though, was watching my nieces do pirouettes across my wooden floors. Where I see headaches and decisions yet unmade, they saw dance floors and secret rooms to play detective in. What a delight to watch their imaginations go wild!