Rain Rain Rain

In NYC, it has rained 13 out of 17 days this month. At this point, I'm doubting the existence of summer, and possibly even New York. I imagine that I am somewhere in London, delusionally believing in a place called America, where there is free speech and a Starbucks on every corner, and my poor imagination is too crippled to come up with something as exciting as Starbucks delivery service.

The idea of this fantasy world in my head and lack of creativity is further proved by the fact that the radio only plays 10 songs a day, even though I know that other songs exist, and somehow I manage to survive for over a month at a time without grocery shopping. My stock of mac and cheese, pizza rolls, pop tarts and cheerios seem to magically replenish.

The only proof I have that I'm not crazy? My suspicion of my own craziness. After all, the insane can't see their insanity, can they?

But if scientists prove that crazy people know it, I'm done for.

Rainy Days and Laziness

Normally, I am a big fan of rain. I love rain. I love the smell of it, the fresh clean feeling of being washed clean, the sound of it falling on the roof. I love the fact that it makes the grass grow, and it allows flowers to blossom, and that we can now eat amazing fruits and vegetables (preferably in ice cream sundaes and burritos) because of it. What can I say, it's the farmgirl in me.

Because of this, I am usually pretty forgiving of the bad things that come along with rain. The squishy shoes, the people who don't know how to walk without hitting someone in the face with the edge of their umbrella, it's all not a big deal. But you know what is a big deal? Having a melting wall! Yes, that's right, my room has a leak. And now the paint is slowly sliding down the wall, my bed is in the center of my room, and my mattress is finally dry after about 30 minutes of blow-drying it. For real, my wall is drooping more than Hillary Clinton's face. Gotta call the landlord this weekend.

In slightly more exciting news, my boss took us to the movies during work today to see Valentino: The Last Emperor. Despite my career in fashion, I really know nothing about haute couture, so I had no idea what the movie was about until we got there. It was surprisingly good, although I do have to admit that my favorite part was the Fandango bag commercial. But Valentino is the most divalicious man on the face of the planet. He pays someone to brush his dogs' teeth. You can tell it's going to be a good movie when his lover Giancarlo asks him who should be watching him and Valentino responds "Everyone!" And the most priceless line ever: "Those bannisters are terrible. They remind me of Macy's." Epic Win.

I only hope that someday I will be rich enough to threaten not to come to my own party if someone doesn't move the bathrooms. Yeah, right.

This Week's Obsession

Right now, I'm obsessing over Fred Flare's website. I know, I know, there are PLENTY of other things that I should be doing right now. But it's raining and blah outside, so I'm struggling to focus. And what better way to stave off boredom than by shopping online, right?

I <3 Peanuts! And these scarves are perfect for fall and winter. Love them!

C'mon, bacon floss? Clearly a necessity!

Need help finding your way around Brooklyn? Here's a cute way to figure out how to get where you need to be.

A do it yourself ice sculpture?! Isn't that the same thing as an ice cube tray shaped like a large swan? Either way, I love it.

They had so many other amazing things! Check it out for yourself here. I love Fred Flare!!!