Call me Keri. Most people can't pronounce my real name.
This is an experimental game. It ends up the same. Try and rip a part of it and it'll sound sorta lame. Stop makin me tame and I'll join your train, but keep on actin I'll step on your fame.
Woorrrddd.
If you haven't seen Penelope, you are in for a treat. It is a heart-warming, modern fairytale about a upper society girl born with a curse of a pig-nose. The scenes are beautifully filmed, all with the magical touch of butterflies, dust, and geraniums. I won't spoil the rest for you, except that you must see it. It's one of those "make-me-feel-good" movies.
And Penelope's outfits are absolutely adorable. The first thought that comes to my mind is Anthropologie, Lorrick cum Nicole Miller. The real designer of Penelope's outfits is MIA; I have searched everywhere online, but am unable to find out if the outfits are from one designer, a variety of designers, or self-made by the production team. If you know or happen to find out, please post. =]
Still on vacation, so there probably won't be any interesting posts until I visit the great antique shops in VA. But on a happy note, I have been awarded the Brilliant Webblog Premio by Anne Marie of Stars are Purple (http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/). Check her out!
So the rules of the award are:
1) When received, you may post the premio on your blog.
2) Link to the blogger you received from.
3) Give it to 4 blogs
4) And link to those blogs
5) Also, leave those four bloggers a comment about receiving the brilliant premio.
It's fortunate that the college is close to the river because the car is flashing close to empty. It trudges over the bridge behind a line of cars, begging for a break from the four-hour drive. I look up from my D.C. map and see the top of the clock tower peaking over the Sicamore trees. I suck in a quick breath; it was an exact likening of the brochures.
After finding the parking spot on the corner of O Street and 37th, I begin the trek uphill to the college gate. I can't help to stop and look at the decades old brownstones that hug the campus; some house antique shops while others boast clean-cut planters and jasmine. A woman in a Milly empire waist dress opens the door to one of the homes and steps down onto the porch. She gives me a quick smile, obviously recognizing that I was touring the campus. She hurries down the brick staircase and down the street; probably heading for the row of shops on M Street and Wisconsin.
The hills are steep, and at the top I look back. I wipe away the speckles of sweat that formed on my upper lip, embarrased that bodily functions are bringing this ethereal moment back to reality. My parents had stopped to talk to an undergrad student for directions to the Admissions Office, but I had decided to find the building on my own.
I step up to the wrought iron gate, glistening from a fresh coat of black paint. Through the arms are brambles of pink, white, and red flowers all blooming in full. The lawn is a rich shade of pine green, pristine besides a few summer students who chose to lay out in the early morning sunshine. I take a quick glance around for Admissions, disappointed by my oblivity.
"Looking for the Admissions Office?" an undergraduate student says, a bike beside him. He has a Carribean accent and tossled hair. "It's Old Gravenor. And it's the white building over there." He points to a collossal stone building to my right.
"Thanks," I say enthusiastically and begin towards the white structure. I take one last look at the wrought-iron gate, praying it would not be the last time I passed through its entrance.
It seems that this era has found its new Princess Diana, but with a slight twist. Carla Bruni is the supermodel daughter of a rich Italian family (from the Devil's city, har har) and has been called a "homewrecker" after her marriage with Mike Jagger. Now she is the First Lady of France after her marriage to Nicolas Sarkozy. I must say, for a homewrecker she certainly has alot of class. In pictures she always looks demure and lady-like.
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Carla is always slightly behind her husband. She nods and smiles reservedly and has excellent eye contact. When she sits with her toes pointed towards the ground she deliberately smoothes her skirt down and tucks it underneath, and puts her legs to one side, making her look more comfortable than if she were sitting straight up. She has the three Ps: poise, presence and posture.
If I could snap my fingers and trade wardrobes with anyone, I might chuse Ms. Carla. Flats are a staple of her wardrobe due to the fact that she's a towering 5'9" barefoot (she doesn't want to appear taller than her husband). And not to mention that amazing ensemble with the pillbox hat. Classic.
What is with all the hooplah about Mr. Barack Obama's interview with Maria Menounos? Personally, I found it rather touching. It was a great interview, Maria did a wonderful job when asking the two girls questions. It wasn't probbing, it was endearing.
Politicians are stating that Obama is using his family as a campaign tool, but I have to agree with Meredith Veira on this topic. Hillary Clinton was able to use her husband and her daughters to her advantage, but now there is criticism over Obama's family having their first interview.
One thing I have to say is why did Obama say the interview is a mistake? I think he should have just backed his decision and went with it. I understand that he wants to protect the privacy of his girls, but still. The interview wasn't probbing in any way, so there was no reason to pull his support. It doesn't do anything to help the image that he may be "wishywashy."
Next up: And interview with John McCain, his heiress wife, and two sons in the military. Can't wait!
It's fortunate that the college is close to the river because the car is flashing close to empty. It trudges over the bridge behind a line of cars, begging for a break from the four-hour drive. I look up from my D.C. map and see the top of the clock tower peaking over the Sicamore trees. I suck in a quick breath; it was an exact likening of the brochures.
Empire-waist scoop neck [J.Crew], Denim shorts [Levi's], Gladiator sandals [F21], Bag [Fossil], Stone necklace [Nordstrom]
Yellow Cardigan [Target], Greenwich Village Screen Tee [Ruehl], Navy Chord Shorts [J.Crew], Long, Pearl Necklace [Somewhere?], Gold Ballet Flats [AE]
