As promised I am going to suggest another documentary, this time it is Wild Parrots of Telegraph Hill. The above image is not a parrot but you may not realize this but there is a lack of complementary parrot images befitting this blog–a Lear parakeet will have to do. Back to the doc, of course it had a couple things immediately going for it in my book–my favorite American city + animals. The happy ending was an unexpected bonus (I hope that’s not giving it away). Since it’s Friday I thought perhaps you may want to find a film to watch over the weekend, this has my vote.  I don’t watch much television and don’t have the stomach for reality TV (I can go visit my family when I am in need of outlandish escapades) so I suppose a documentary fills that voyeuristic void for me, it’s usually a guiltless pleasure and I rarely wish I hadn’t wasted my time on one. 

Have a fabulous weekend, I shall be thinking of you and I can’t wait to show you what cuteness I have uncovered for Monday!

When I grow up I want to be Scandinavian, is that too much to ask for?  If you check out who I follow on Blogger it seems like I am stalking Scandinavian’s left and right.  I am even enamored with those of Scandinavian descent such as the effortlessly beautiful and talented Jenny Gordy of Wikstenmade.  There’s a creativity that is marked by an ability to edit and restrain, so only the most subtle and beautiful is manifested in the final product.  I come from a long line of maximalist so it seems only right that I should turn up my nose to the more is more  adage and long for less (it’s what most kids do try something different form their kin). I think of collections as a sort of maximalism that I don’t partake in but when you see them laid out like the images above by Kontur Kontur you can’t help but eschew any notions of max or mini and just embrace the pretty.  Sigh.

It’s been a sad time in the world and I hope that instead of bringing on a collective depression it brings about great change and rallies people to feel more proactive. Every person has the ability to make a difference.  

The Fancy told me Saturday that Knut the famed Berlin Zoo polar bear that I had featured on my Blahg + blog more times than I can remember passed away.  I had one of those heart sinking feelings and almost got pulled down a hole of despair when I decided that now is not the time to feel sorry for myself and what I can’t do for baby polar bears and nations affected by disasters but what I can do.  I can make sure that I am thankful for what I have (love, a roof over my head, running water, food) and I can make sure that the ones I love know that I do.  I hope on this Monday that you make it a point to share your love with someone, it can be as easy as a smile, a sincere thank you or just a hug, it is what we all have to give and how we can band together when it seems like everything else is out of our control.  So with that I bid you a fine Monday and if no one else tells you today, know that I think you are amazing, special, creative, smart, funny, beautiful and I love and appreciate you. 

Are you feeling lucky?  Me too, happy St. Patty’s day! I don’t own anything green so I am leaving myself open to being pinched.  What an odd tradition in grade school you get pinched, after that you get sloshed.  Interesting.

Yesterday I went downtown for L.A. market.  It’s a fashion and accessory smorgasbord but I was more excited to meet the handsome guy above–Dash.   He’s a good boy.  He doesn’t whine, bark, beg or do anything naughty, I love him. His mommy designs a darling line called Rossmore named after one of my very favorite streets in the City of Angels.  I think I would be very happy taking puppy pics all day long.  Yup, I really think I would. Here’s Mr. Dash’s before.

My name is Miss B. and I am a junkie.  A beauty junkie that is.  I can’t help it, I am on the endless search for complexion perfection.  It is an on-going journey and one I shall never cease to be captivated by.  My latest obsession is Laura Mercier’s mineral make-up kit from Sephora.  I don’t think you can get it anywhere else and the price is right.  You get brushes, primer, concealer, foundation and ‘Stardust’ (yes, it is as magical as it sounds). The kit helps you achieve a dewy, luminous complexion, something that evaded me in my 20’s and is now all mine in my advanced years.  A little goes a long way, so if you are into amortizing your purchases like I am (it’s easier to justify) than this really is mere pennies per use.  If you need concealer like it’s an extension of your being than you must try Laura Mercier’s concealers.  They are light and airy and camouflage like nobody’s business. Okay, I shall stop being a pusher and just go back into my beauty junkie hovel.