i am bummin' today big time. i don't know what's going on but i feel like i got kidnapped, blindfolded, and then dropped off a bus in the middle of nowhere at 4 AM with no cell phone and no toothbrush. i just don't feel so hot, but, man, that's no good, so i started thinking about the person i love more than anyone else on earth:
joan holloway from mad men.

i was thinking about how she always knows the right thing to say or do or when to say or do nothing. i was thinking about indomitable she is and how much i admire her. so i said to myself, "what do you and joan holloway have in common?" and i thought and i thought and i thought. and you know what i realized?
joan holloway and i have the same favorite color palate . . .
HA!
i mean, come on, warner. well, i know that's not much but it was a good start. there's nothing i love more than noticing and thinking about color and there's nothing i love more than seeing jewel-tone, super-saturated colors. and that's all joan holloway wears.





and that cheered me up a little.


this is a handmade leather saddle bag-- offered in most of all my favorite colors:





70's joan/ 2012 jeest ?




a gem in all senses of the word, except sans gems:




there is a blog with only cheesecake photos of minerals. somehow, i bet even a non-nerd could spend many a happy hour here:








it looks like joan holloway !!



this does not.
(but i still really like everything about it.)



somehow, it fits:






so romantic.



i'm not one for on-line diy projects. it's too many worlds colliding. nonetheless, i have been endlessly compelled by this design sponge idea:




for a big-shot office on madison avenue:




you are a close second to joan holloway on the list of j. warner's top ladies.

night night,

jw

Dearest Jess,

I've been sick as a dying puppy lately. I couldn't breath out of my nose last night and tossed and turned and had dreams about Will Ferrell serving me non-dairy ice cream in Paris while I was running late for a shuttle bus to take me to a water park.

Oy. Uck. Blech.

Last weeks pre-sickly party at my pad was real nice. It made me feel like I might be a grown-up, cooking a meal and buying bouquets of flowers for a bachelorette dinner party... very Mrs. Dalloway of me. Then I realized: I am almost 31 and am actually a grown-up. So maybe I should start buying grown-up things; less chotzkys, more cheese boards.

I like these for linens, afternoon tea style:

(Margot Blanca)

with these:

(MOMA Store)

And a moroccan backsplash in the kitchen, because adults cook and don't just live off of 2am chicken, swiss, bacon, no mayo, extra mustard, lettuce and tomato on a hero sandwiches from the corner store that your roommates nickname "Rat Deli":

(Le Mosaiste)

In said kitchen I will have a fancy pot that would make me look like I know what I'm doing even if I only throw a box of Amy's shells, dirty Brooklyn water, and a pat of butter inside:

(Iittala)

This is nice, you know, to put snacks in:

(Fishes Eddy)

or all of these:

(Whisk)

or this:

oh la la.
(Etco)

Because I am a classy yet slobby mess who will always need a placemat:

(Sarah Finn)

A great waste of money (I almost wrote a "grate" waste of money. That's what happens when you get old. Dad jokes):

Something completely unnecessary that shows off your disposable income.  A cheese grater. Made out of oak and stainless steal. With a little drawer box for your final product. So ridiculous.  

(Sagaform)

And when I finally have matching chairs in my kitchen and not broken Ikea stools:

 I will hand-write letters to my mother in this airy nook.

(the rug company)

I guess I associate adulthood with the kitchen. Huh.

Alright, little one, I'm off to bed. Fingers crossed I can breath tonight, the Nyquil is just kickkiiiingggg innnnn.

xo
Yas