I’m Still Free to Obsess

Posted in melodies on June 1st, 2010 by emmajames

I grew up listening to my parents music – The Beatles, Harry Chapin, Cat Stevens, Judy Collins. I never recognized the rock posters on my friends’ walls. I rarely listened to the radio. Things changed, however, when I moved to Los Angeles as an adult. This city is the birthplace of so many bands, or at least the place they come for their christening party. I end up having an opportunity to discover new music all the time.

I’m still most drawn to harmonic melodies and lyrics that tell a story, however. What would you expect from a girl whose favorite song in highschool was Tangled Up Puppet?

So, in addition to my new-found love for Angus and Julia Stone, I must declare my obsession over Spain. While the country is very cool, too, I’m actually talking about the BAND.

In particular, I simply CAN NOT STOP playing I’m Still Free.

Isn’t it just BRILLIANT?!

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Kitchen Sink Confession

Posted in eats on November 3rd, 2009 by emmajames

I do not cook. It’s not that I don’t know how, per se. It’s actually more a combination of laziness and loneliness. It’s no fun to cook for one. And you’re left with all the dishes. So, I just don’t cook. I end up eating a lot of Trader Joe’s pre-packaged foods, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, canned tuna, and salad bags. In fact, the only differences between me and an 18-year-old who has just moved away from home are the lack of elasticity in my skin, the distance between my butt or boobs and my feet, and the speed of my metabolism. Our kitchens are most likely identical. All this being said, however, I must confess to an absolute obsession with kitchen utensils and food blogs.

I have every kitchen gadget I can reasonably afford, particularly if it fits in a drawer. I have numerous cheese slicers, even though I’m allergic to cheese. I have a meat crusher thing – what’s it called? – even though I can’t tell beef bottom from NY strip. I have melon ballers and pizza slicers and ice cream scoopers. I even have a very pretty, cherry red, Foreman’s Grill which has been on my counter for two or three years now without ever having been used. It intimidates me. Someone else, however, could cook up an amazing meal.

Someone like… any of the amazing food bloggers to whom I’m addicted.

Here are just a few who have me gaping in awe at their creations, dreaming of an invite to their next dinner party and occasionally finding myself purchasing kale or some such exotic ingredient that then rots in the bottom of my frig. Check them out and just see if you don’t fall for them as much as I have:

Chocolate & Zucchini – A leader in the genre, Clotilde will make you want to move to Paris, learn french, get fat, take a lover, ride a bicycle, and eat dessert with every meal.

Lemmonex – This woman is responsible for getting me hooked on food blog – a devil really. While she intersperses her food commentary with personal revelations much more now than she used to, she is a delight to read and magically makes me think cooking is accessible even to the likes of me.

Happy Go Marni – If I was half as good at any of my “hobbies” as she is at baking, I would rule the world. And since she at least lives in the same city as I, there may even be hope that I could end up at one of her dinner parties yet. Stranger things have happened, right?

Joe and Betsy – Part food blog, part photography blog and part demonstration of a disgustingly photogenic, happy, young couple in love (harumph), this blog is proof that I should have paid more attention to my Home Ec teacher in my elementary school and less attention to married men when in my 20s.

Use Real Butter – A recent discover, Jen is utterly inspirational. I most likely will never make roasted parsnip puree – I’d have to understand what parsnips were AND be able to identify them at the Farmers’ Market first, which is asking simply too much of me – but I love the way she writes about food and life.

I’m sure there are tens, if not hundreds, more wonderful feeds I should link to, but these satisfy my hunger very well. Check them out and let me know what you think. And if there’s someone who fulfills your craving, let me know. There’s plenty of room at the table!

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Fetish Moment

Posted in pretty things on April 14th, 2009 by emmajames

Those of you who follow me on Twitter already know I’m obsessed, but for those who are just discovering my secret, let me admit to my itty-bitty shoe fetish. Gents, you may not get this but just go with the flow here, will ya? And Ladies, I know you feel me, right? Little bits of leather and rubber, form-fitted to embrace my 10 little nicely manicured toes, my ridiculously high arches and my perpetually dry heels, bring me unending pleasure. They come in so many different colors and shapes. They provide a spring to my step. They make me purr. They enable my naughty side, lend credence to my sweet nature and fit no matter what. I am particularly partial to heels. So, what was I to do when confronted with these beautiful babies?

The Mighty Shoe

The Mighty Shoe

They simply called to me. Loudly. Insistently. In fact, they refused to be ignored. I couldn’t help but immediately worship them.

Yes, I am humbled.

It fits!

It fits!

These patent leather, peep-toed beauties were hand-made in southern Brazil by Sergio Zelcer – who, I like to imagine, is a very endearing old man near the sea but who may very well be some 22-year-old surfer-boy genius.

They feel like silken slippers. They are sensual and dangerous and fun – exactly how I’m feeling at the moment. Which is why they are now mine.

Ooh-La-La

Ooh-La-La

There’s just one thing that’s missing – an outfit to go with such fabulousness. A very serious dilemma indeed. For another day. Today, I’m too busy prostrating to my new shoes.

What is your fetish? Come on, you know you have one…

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More Cupcakes

Posted in pretty things on March 26th, 2009 by emmajames

One would think that my cupcake fiasco of a few days ago would compel me to avoid any reference to the little sugary devils for at least a month or two but, alas, I seem currently to be obsessed. I am in the throes of a mid-life crisis, and compulsively enjoying anything and everything that makes me feel like a kid again. Cupcakes do that for me. They remind me to be spontaneous, uninhibited and bold. Or, perhaps it’s just the sugar talking.

By Sally Mann

By Sally Mann

Cupcakes make me want to go find a hula hoop, put my hair in pigtails, and not worry about calorie counts or bank accounts. They make me want to try cooking again. They make me think everyone should really do the Zoom arm trick more often.

Yes, I’ve anthropomorphized cupcakes. But I am not the only one!

I recently, with the help of KCRW’s Good Food, stumbled across artist and writer Jessie Oleson. She makes her living by channeling the power of cupcakes.

By Jessie Oleson

By Jessie Oleson

I had no idea that she was just the tip of the iceberg. There are a crazy number of websites dedicated solely to the idolatry of cupcakes. Cupcakes serve as muses for painters, sculptors, designers… the list goes on. I couldn’t resist spotlighting a few creations I find most pleasurable.

Cupcake Belt Buckle: Just in case you didn’t already have enough cupcake keeping your jeans tight around your waist.

Available at everafterstore.com

Available at everafterstore.com

Cupcake End Table: Perfect for your first mod apartment, or a very cool dentist’s office.

By Jellio

By Jellio

Cupcake Cat Toy: Okay, it’s not actually a cat toy, but you better believe that if I brought a knit cupcake into my house, it would become one.

By Brenda aka Loomlady

By Brenda aka Loomlady

Cupcake Couture: Bet you thought this one was about you, but no. Even cupcakes deserve their finery. Just imagine, however, what kind of spluge effect I might accidentally create if using these wrappers. Sorta makes me want to find out.

By Cupcakesavvy.com.au

By Cupcakesavvy.com.au

Cupcake with Mice: For no other reason than I think this art work is rad and I hope the children’s story it illustrates gets published.

By Paola Jofre

By Paola Jofre

Clearly, people invest a lot of time, energy and emotion in their relationship with cupcakes. I am not quite ready for this kind of commitment. I may crack, and go purchase a muffin tin in which to bake another batch, but that is it.

In other words, you will not see my feet looking like this:

Art by Amanda Cancilla. Foot by Cupcake Butt / Flickr

Art by Amanda Cancilla. Foot by Cupcake Butt / Flickr

At least, not anytime soon. Nice pedicure, though.

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Seat Belts

Posted in pretty things on February 28th, 2009 by emmajames

While most people associate seat belts with safety while driving, the denizens of Southern California are compelled to turn even something this seemingly mundane into a fashion statement. Yes, I’m talking about the seatbelt bag. And what better way to celebrate the enduring nature of this iconic fashion statement than to open a gleaming storefront on Melrose Avenue, in the middle of an economic crisis. Harveys, the company that started the seatbelt bag craze from a little home in the O.C., has done just that, despite creator Dana Harvey’s promised, just a little over a year ago, not to go Hollywood.

Convertible Tote by Harveys

Convertible Tote by Harveys

For the record, I love bags. I’m even a fan of seat belts. But wouldn’t this idea have been so much better if the bags were actually made of recycled seat belts? So, how pleased do you think I was when I discovered Harveys actually offers the Treecycle line of, yep, recycled seatbelt bags? Yippee. I can now officially jump on the bandwagon.

Treecycle Messenger by Harveys

Treecycle Messenger by Harveys

To be honest, the bags are so damn cute, I’d already convinced myself that the company’s use of new seat belts could be the only thing preventing seat belt manufacturers from filing Chapter 11 now that the auto industry is in the toilet. The headline could be: Once Again Hollywood Saves the Day!

Baseman VENISON by Harveys

Baseman VENISON by Harveys

Alas, no. The creators of the seatbelt bag are not the only industrious souls to find seat belts strangely alluring out of context, or to devise ways of sharing their obsession with the easily-converted masses. Behold.

The hammock you wish you had:

By Ting London

Sling by Ting London

The perfect arm chair, for that perfect person over whom you’re surreptitiously drooling to lounge in, perfectly, while sipping a perfectly shaken Martini:

By Nuttapong Charoenkitivarakorn

By Nuttapong Charoenkitivarakorn

The Brangelina version of your grandmother’s backyard bench:

By Danko

By Peter Danko

The throw pillow you won’t really want to throw, from dead stock and recycled seat belts:

By Ting London

By Ting London

And, oh dear… Okay, so I’m breaking the rules a bit with this last one, but this is absolutely, hands down, the sexiest flooring on the market, made of recycled leather belts, and constitutes one of only three purposes for which to have a belt in your house:

Custom Designed by Ting London

Custom Designed by Ting London

Close enough to seat belts, right? And environmentally friendly. The cows are already long dead.

So, screw Heroes. Seat belts will save the world. What else do you think will?

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