Tuesday, November 30, 2010
actually, today i was at tory burch pulling for a story i'm working on and I saw a rack of these GORGEOUS long printed dresses. i looked inside and the labels all had my name in them. Camp style. Like "this stunning piece belongs to ______" and in that spot was handwritten "Nicole Fasolino" with a tiny print that also said "so keep your hands off."
Isn't that what used to be sewn inside of summer obsessed kid's that attended camp weeki wakaka's fruit of the looms?
Well I plan on getting my paws on those tory b dresses and hitting the town drenched in the goodness all spring long. throw on a fur and call it love. L.O.V.E. looooooooooove.
I'm so happy to say that I finally don't have 1,839 things that I feel I need to work on this year. Which means I actually followed my resolutions made on new years last year. Or perhaps leaving my job just fixed many of my imperfections and has allowed me to be a better person.
Not saying I don't have things I need to work on. That would be boring, but at least what's going through my head is do-able and more exciting than what I ever faced in the last decade on new years.
And you? What is on your list?
night, knew immediately I had a crush but withheld the
purchase...cause tis the season for giving, right?
It immediately reminded me of a necklace my mom would have worn when I
was a kid. A necklace that would become an unconscious statement in my
mind, one that makes me miss my mom even if I've just talked to her
Red polished long nails do the same thing, as do strapless one piece
swimsuits and driving while listening to barbara streisand.
Makes me wonder what sort of items will initiate thoughts of deep love
inside luca for me in years to come.
What does this to you with your parents?
I remember the very first time I met her, it was in a dingy studio with a creepy photographer that probably hadn't seen tits since he breastfed from his mother. She came in with boots up to her mid-thighs, a tank that barely covered anything and an oversized sweater dangling from her body. She laughed immediately and talked with so much enthusiasm, Natalie and I were obsessed. Before I knew what was happening her clothes were off as she waited for me to hand her some bikinis to try on. Boys, you would have had dreams of a lifetime had you witnessed it. She then went on to say she lived in a little apartment in the east village with her boyfriend that was a "musician". My initial thought was she dated some poor guy that played music in random bars with a tip cup at his feet. I imagined she paid the rent, she looked that good. Little did I know her bf could sell out Madison Square Garden. But that's how she is. Cool. Unsuspecting. Stunning. Hilarious. I've been on shoots and trips up and down the Americas with her and never once did I hear her complain about ugly clothing, freezing temps, hot ass sun rays, early mornings, late nights, bad food, crappy connections. She just does her thing and enjoys every moment of it.
The best part though, she's got a fiercely loyal and loving heart that's bigger than both her bulldog and mine put together. Yeah, her heart is what makes her THE BEST.
Get in the way of her friends baby at the playground and she'll knock you out. Need a pair of shoes to make the boys swoon? She'll give you hers right off her feet. You tell her how hungry you are and she'll eat four helpings of mac and cheese with you. The best I tell you, the best.
So please help me in wishing her the absolute best birthday ever. Love you!!!
Monday, November 29, 2010
is for this stunning girl, Ms Jenny Meyer.
And I'd be quite alright if we both end up 48 years old living
together with 20 dogs and pathetic stories of dates gone bad in an
upper west side apartment one day. Cause I love her and she makes me
Lea Ann from the fabulous blog: http://sunnysblog.typepad.com
It's nonsense. I'm thinking I need to start a proper website for dating so these ladies can find a real man. A site where only GOOD, normal, genuine, giving, loving, hard working guys can be found.
if you know any amazing fellas, can you let me know?
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Yes, I'm quite certain this is what's happening on the 8th floor, directly above my sleeping child's head.
My apartment is silent. The only time I ever hear anything from the outside world is when there is giant thunderstorm or a helicopter hovering above. So this somewhat new noise above is like a sword stabbing my brain.
Well last night Bear and I were both solidly sleeping when I first heard Santa and his flock of deer jumping rope. It took roughly 3 seconds for Bear to hear it, which caused his typically peaceful slumber to be disrupted. Somehow he fell back to sleep after nearly an hour of being awake, leaving me tossing and turning. You know what I'm talking about. We've all had that pained time in bed where you just turn, turn, turn. Well I finally fell back into rem despite the endless banging. 2am comes and the Bear is awake again. 2am. 3am. 4am. 5am. To sum up this very long story, I didn't sleep and I'm absolutely hating my neighbor and all of her clogging while vacuuming ways.
I have a wedding to attend in a few hours and all I can think of is how desperate I am to mediate and nap. I feel old.
Friday, November 26, 2010
Sadly this was my first thanksgiving in ages, possibly even my whole life, where I actually didn't eat more than I would on a regular day. I'm feeling like I need a real turkey do-over. Yes, a thanksgiving redo filled with more pie, stuffing and family.
But I guess the good part about that is I'm swimming in the wide leg trousers I just newly discovered in the back of my closet. My inspiration look is above. I guess that's one way to look at a minimal plate of thanksgiving food.....
Thursday, November 25, 2010
so much in my life.
Starting with the obvious. Luca.
But this morning when I first woke up I really spent some time
thinking what else I was most grateful for. Oddly enough I came up
with my heartbeat blog and all the people that I've met and talked to
through it. It hit me today just how powerful and significant the
whole project really has been.
Amazing how life works. Never ceases to amaze me...
Wishing you all the happiest of days. xx