Dainty Tingz

A collection of daintiness for your dainty eyes (can eyes be dainty? you tell me). 

Because I'm in exam crunch mode, I am lazy. Because lazy people don't credit, there are no credits. Because I procrastinate, I have a tumblr. All photos from my tumblr, but are most definitely not my own. If you really want me to track one photo down for ya, shoot me an email or comment. Please congratulate me on my logic in the comments as well. 

The last one-piece I wore was on the shores of Positano, Italy, and ironically enough I felt very Parisian. I was a Parisian child visiting Italy. Although I'm not sure I would ever have the occasion to wear such a delicate bathing suit, as I'm not sure barnacles and dog paws suit that lace detailing too well, I can always appreciate its dainty allure.

This might be what it feels like to sleep in a painting.

A singlet fit for a fairy. And due to my obsession with all things fairy, I need it. Although the only issue with this beauty is that I would turn into Carrie from SATC and would just lounge around in my undies all day, regardless of what needs to get done. Someone just answered the phone as Carrie. There are spies everywhere. 

A little post-christmas daintiness. Replace the pinecones with flowers, and this is entirely fit for the summer.

What is it about stringed lights that tempt me so? Well the answer is obvious, my friends. I just picture hundreds of little fairy wings aglow above my bed. And who doesn't want to smile at the thought of that? 

How I would like to look if I were a ballet teacher.

A portrait of the Parisian child all grown up, visiting the city. 

This would also be an issue. Because I would want to buy seven pairs so I could wear them every single day. Variety is the spice of life... unless your undies look like this.

A pixie manifested in human form. 

Now that your eyes are so satisfied with daintiness, your ears might be feeling a little deprived. Don't worry. I got that covered for you. 

Keaton Henson: Lying to You

I first heard Keaton Henson's song, "Lying to You", and instantly fell head over feels with his vocal cords. So much soul in this fella.

Noted lyrics.

As we lie in bed I feel lonely,

Though we're young, I feel eighty years old.

And your arms around me are keeping me warm.

But baby, I'm still feeling cold.

Daughter: Candles

Had a special someone send me this song, and it only makes my infatuation with Daughter multiply by a hundo.  If Keaton Henson and Daughter were to get together, I would be the happiest girl in the world. The world needs more perfection.

Noted lyrics.

Things cannot be reversed, we learn from the times we are cursed
Things cannot be reversed, learn from the ones we fear the worst
And learn from the ones we hate the most how to

Blow out all the candles, blow out all the candles
"You're too old to be so shy," he says to me so I stay the night.

Bloc Party: Intimacy

Yesterday was a giddy moment indeed, folks. That same special someone sent me a link to these fellas and I just got waves of butterflies once I heard them. Their album, Intimacy, is ridiculous. I could listen to it on repeat for hours. Especially this song. It's so pleasing to my ears, they're just beaming.

Noted lyrics.

I can sleep forever these days'Cause in my dreams I see you againBut this time fleshed out fuller facedIn your confirmation dress
I hope you all feel a tad more dainty.Until next time.
*m

My Entirely Realistic, Mind-Numbingly Logical Summer Plans

At this time of the year, somehow my summer always begins to appear as something out of a utopia. My wardrobe transforms into a collection of delicate sundresses, my alarm clock is in the form of the sweet little birdies resting on window sill, and you could find me walking down the beach while strumming away on a guitar (because yes, I picked up an entirely new skill in two weeks). But alas, as much as I relish my summer, these dreams are usually replaced by an obscene amount of sleep, where I roll out of bed and spend a few hours on Sims 3, and then head off to get money, get paid, at my work. Oh, right, yes I see friends too.

However, this summer is going to be so different. Seriously, I swear. I found some visual images to accompany my deadly serious plans for summer.

One. I don't know where this is. Nor do I know if it is real (I told you I'm logical). However, I will be there this summer. And I will most definitely be wearing a cowboy hat because how could I not wear one when in the presence of horses and dinosaurs. I would be a fool if I didn't! Summer is a time for exploring your hobbies, yeah? My new hobby is horseback riding with dinosaurs and ohmygod are there people hanging on to that dinosaur's leg? Change of plans. I'm going to ride the dinosaur itself. 

Two. Not only would my mum drool at the sight of this filing cabinet (set of drawers?), I would also drool. In fact, I am right now. But I would probably cry if I opened the drawers and they were filled with baby ducks, is this real life? So yes. This summer I fully plan to invest in a few hundred baby duckies and a rustic filing cabinet... and let total joy ensue. 

Hai.

HOLY MOLY! I may have been exaggerating earlier when I said I was drooling over the filing cabinet. That might be a little excessive (but not actually, totally justified). But this. This I can drool over. Avocado on bacon on tomatoes on basil on eggs on toast on SCRUMPTIOUS TIMES. I fully commit to replicating this to a tee this summer. 

January's Pressures

I think of all the months, January very well may have it the hardest.

Just around the corner of New Year's ecstasy lies the first of January, gleaming in the light of a fresh start. She's dressed in garments of hope, and ambition, wearing a beret made up of future artistic endeavours, and peers through sunglasses moulded with confidence. We practically knock her over when saying hello, bursting with anticipation as we shake the hands of a new year. We begin to recite to her the dreams of 2013, and she smiles and nods and agrees with our aspirations. After all, how could she deny us this giddy desire for a whole year's worth of days? The first of January is no stranger to such greetings, as it comes every year without fail. Whether we publicize our greeting with her or not, everyone has the same twinkling wish in the backs of our minds for the best year yet.

Then we meet up with January 15th.

How are the daily runs going? January 1st told me all about them. Sounds really great. You mean you didn't actually get up every morning at 7 to go for a jog? You know what, that's cool. At least you go three times a week? O-oh, well once a week is really good too! Oh, no times a week? I guess you can't succeed in all of your resolutions. I'm sure your school work is going swimmingly then. No? Have you been keeping up with the readings? Have you dedicated an hour to blogging everyday? Have you made sure to line up a summer internship yet? No? NO?

WELL THEN. I GUESS YOU FAIL.

January 15th pretends to be sympathetic, but we all know she's a judgemental bastard. You came to January 1st with such ambition and innocence, and now you're slowly admitting defeat to every day after. But hey! Wipe those hypothetical tears away! Go back into your closet and grab those hypothetical garments of hope and ambition and all that jazz! Snatch those glasses moulded with confidence that are gathering dust and put 'em on with pride! I challenge you to face up to one of your New Year's resolutions for today and push that condescending reminder of your procrastination to the very back of your mind. Put it out of the way. January, as hyped up as it is with new dreams and rules, is just another month to try and be your very best. Every month should be greeted with such anticipation. Every day should be greeted with just as much excitement.

Now let's just take a moment to reflect on the corniest motivational speaker post ever (this is really all a way to take a break from calculus).

I'm starting afresh as promised and will deliver you a post of goodies! January 1st is back!

That is all, lovelies. I'm off to fetch a pita.

*m

Music For Yo Fine Earz

To be frank, my week has been hella chill, yo. The program I'm in isn't entirely centered around what those around me call midterms. We do, howeva, have some majour research papers and projects coming up in the near future so don't think this is a slacking deal. And even though my week has been deemed chill, my weeks in general seem to go by faster and faster. Honestly, it's slightly disturbing how quickly it all goes by. 

One minute I'm waving to that dreary figure called Monday slumping towards me and then the next I'm running after Friday in his disco clothes whizzing past. I need more hours in the day! Mother Nature, I'm snapping my fingers! Make that sun last a little bit longer puh-leeze. 

What's been helping me actually get out of bed in the morning though, before I'm caffeinated and superficially wired for my first class, is some new musica that's been injecting some rhythm into my toes. 

First, tumblr tabs to inspire a beautiful fresh start to next week's Monday morning. 

C'est parfait. Ce cappuccino est art à moi. 

(go google translator, buddy ol pal)

Alvhem Makleri:

Laura Anna Abelli:

Attics have always had such a haunted reputation. Put in a window, let that glorious light in, paint the walls milky white, and suddenly the attic of that supposed family of ghosts is your most beloved sanctuary.

Birdy Eyes:

Alvhem Makleri:

I used to be convinced that this type of layout of a kitchen was the most absurdly cramped idea for a realistic family. Now that I'm confined to the size of a closet for a bedroom, and have fallen quite in love with its quaint coziness, there's much more appeal to living small. This is almost like a more formal alternative to an island, and who doesn't like a hint of well hidden fanciness here and there?

Abstract Numbers:

Small Rooms:

Alvhem Makleri:

Abstract Numbers:

Abstract Numbers:

Abstract Numbers (can you guess I'm a fan?):

Alvhem Makleri:

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Now my lovelies, onto some music I've been digging.

And by digging, I mean obsessed with. Alex Clare is the most dreamy combination of foot tapping goodness and hip swinging grooves and actually poignant lyrics.

Alright, this next song may not be for everyone (it includes *gasp* swear words!). But I can't deny the catchiness. Slash it's quite the hypnotic tune. Next three are for them techno-dub lovers.

If girliness ever overwhelms you, and you're in your footy pajamas with a cup of tea by your side, put this on and you will be in a small pocket of heaven. 

This song was stuck in my head for honestly days, if not weeks. It's haunting. It's beautiful. It's addictive.

Cheerio! Hope the weather wherever you are is not as gloomy as the view I'm looking at. 

*m

Pretty Patric Pictures

After perusin' through SF Girl By Bay's latest posts, Patric Johansson came into my life.

Yes, we eloped.

No, I kid. But I can say that his photos sure enticed me. 

Ranging from dainty tea parties to industrial white kitchens he's got it all. Take a peak at the goodies over in his portfolio. Don't say I didn't warn you though. There is a high risk of lingering for an hour or two, especially once you start finding where all of the photos otherwise live (Swedish Elle Interior or IKEA catalogues, for example).

Now that I've most likely sufficiently creeped out Patric, let the beauty commence.

Hope your thanksgiving was splendid and delicious and joyous.

*m