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Design Idea / Chair As Nightstand
Nightstands. A place for everything from books to contact cases to 3-day old cups of chamomile tea. Totally useful, always timeless. But...
Nightstands. A place for everything from books to contact cases to 3-day old cups of chamomile tea. Totally useful, always timeless. But like, what if your bedside table was a chair? Every time I see the chair-as-nightstand online or in a book, I go crazy. In a good way! It’s like, the stool-as-nightstand’s cooler cousin? Or maybe the stylish auntie of the stack-of-books nightstand. Either way, I’m totally into it.
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Burger Pickin' / Whataburger
Burger Pickin' is a series where I eat at a burger joint and then rate it. There will be no sesame bun left un-turned. / What a ...
Burger Pickin'
is a series where I eat at a burger joint and then rate it. There will be no sesame bun left un-turned.
/
What a burger, am I right? I had never heard of this fast food chain until moving to Phoenix. I was always attracted to the bright orange, retro logo, but it took me months to finally walk inside. I might never have tasted it, but for a friend visiting who was so intrigued she had us stop in and grab a late night snack. I was full that night and didn't partake, but a few weeks later Charlie eagerly joined me so we could both try a burger.
Syke! I had a chicken sandwich. I don't know why. Does that affect my review? Kind of. I may have to return to actually taste da beef and write about it, but for now, let's just pretend the chicken sandwich actually represents what the burgers taste like. That makes sense, right?
Whataburger looks like all of the fast food places I am used to—at least the ones in the Midwest. Faded, brown, grimy, and depressing. This is not some uppity judgement, just a statement of fact.
You
walk into your nearest Hardee's and tell me it doesn't make you feel like you have seasonal affective disorder.
Anyway, I ordered a Whatachicken sandwich, which is breaded chicken, tomatoes, pickles, and lettuce on a bun. It was
not bad
. Not memorable either, but I'd definitely swerve past the golden arches to pick up another one of these during a road trip/bout of depression.
The fries were fine. Normal.
Not bad.
I honestly have nothing else to say. I hated eating inside of this place, though. It sucks. Not surprising, but it does. I just stared at the picture below these paragraphs and realized that one of the guys in the photo noticed I was being Terry Richardson and covered his face. Or maybe he was just trying to shield his eyes from that sunbeam. Who am I to say?
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Score Card
Restaurant Aesthetics: D-
Customer Service: B
Logo Design: C
Music Selection: Don't remember
Cleanliness: B-
Bathrooms: Did not go
Taste: C+
Overall: C+
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New In / Black Lace Dress
Hi! It's me. Wearing a thrifted cami and the cutest pink skirt I found at a second hand shop in Tokyo. What's new...
Hi! It's me. Wearing a thrifted cami and the cutest pink skirt I found at a second hand shop in Tokyo. What's new? This adorable black lace dress that I got from SheInside. It's a new fave, but I don't wear it very much because it feels a bit special and I want to save it for extra fun occasions. Occasions that hopefully include wine.
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Palm Spraaaangs
A weekend trip to Palm Springs was not quite what I expected. In that it was just as desert-y (if not moreso) than Phoenix–and in f...
A weekend trip to Palm Springs was not quite what I expected. In that it was just as desert-y (if not moreso) than Phoenix–and in fact even more hot that weekend. Profuse sweating aside, it was a good time.
We stayed in this bright, minimal mid-century style apartment that I was super into. In fact I embraced that aspect of PS as much as I could, grabbing a copy of the Mid Mod Architecture Self Guided Tour Map at the PS visitors centor. We beat the heat and wasted gas rolling up and down the streets, ogling old structures as if they were celebrities. Speaking of, we tried to visit Steve McQueen’s house up on some ridiculously steep hill, only to find that (duh) it was in a gated community.
We did see Frank Sinatra’s old place and some weird, pseudo-futuristic home that Elvis Presley honeymooned in. Oh, and yeah, we saw #thatpinkdoor and I did literally
everyon
e a favor by
not
photographing myself in front of it.
Besides man-made beauty we got to see some natural stuffs too, via Moorten Botanical Garden and a rotating Aerial Tram that lifted us onto a huuuuuge mountain where we did some v light hiking and ate some v mediocre cafeteria food.
The trip was in honor of my birthday, and we ended it as it should have ended, sweating in and around the giant folk art sculpture, Salvation Mountain.
Even the drive back was an adventure, taking back roads past the Salton Sea and through these amazing sand dunes. I’m not sure I want to return any time soon, but I enjoyed escaping to some place new.
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It's the time of the season for...
Weeeeeddddiiiiinnnngggssss!!! It's hard to believe that this time last year I had just had my own wedding reception. (Yeah, peep the ...
Weeeeeddddiiiiinnnngggssss!!! It's hard to believe that this time last year I had just had my own wedding reception. (Yeah, peep the main picture to see Charles and I pre-party looking tight in our mismatching white wedding outfits). I love wedding season. Mostly because it's warm outside, but also because sometimes it means one of my close friends or a family member is getting married. And
that
means dancing.
And cake.
This year, we flew back to our hometown for the wedding of two of our closest friends. Like us, they had a small private ceremony beforehand, then had a big shindig for family and friends later. The party was held in the yard of the seriously amazing house they just bought—the second oldest house in the city. I'm a sucker for interior design and old shit in general and though there's a lot of work still to be done on the house, they really fixed it up for the party. I had to snap some pics!
Their DJ spun old records 'til dark; there were kids running around, and a lot of laughter, and 4 different cakes from a local bakery down the street. I of course brought a dress to wear and forgot it at a different house than the one I got ready in—but luckily my compulsive/impulsive vintage shopping from the day before saved the day.
Yup, a stop in my fave record store/vintage clothing shop just the day before garnered a really cute belted dress that ended up being a better fit for the ~bohemian vintage~ vibes at the party anyway. As usual, I forgot to have Charlie snap a picture of my outfit until the very end of the party, when we were sleepily saying goodbye and heading out the door.
It was such a good time and unfortunately too short of a visit.
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