Tuesday, April 25, 2017

24K Classics

Ryan Porter, Pangea Nashville, Custom Jewelry, Friendship Bracelet, pink nails, Smith and Cult, ShopRyanPorter
Ryan Porter, IV Jewelry, Irinia Victoria, Pangea Nashville, Custom Jewelry, Friendship Bracelet, pink nails, Smith and Cult, ShopRyanPorter
bracelet: Ryan Porter; rings: Irina Victoria (ring finger) and Pangea (middle finger)

When I was a kid, my mom wouldn't allow my sisters and I to wear jewelry that wasn't gold. We had our fair share of plastic baubles and barbie barrettes in our play sets, but once we were off to school or church it was serious business. Twenty-four karats or bust. I like to think that's why I have such an affinity for these delicate gold pieces I've collected over the last couple of years.

The first piece of gold jewelry I bought myself was an Irina Victoria rosebud ring. After browsing the interwebs, I stumbled upon their romantic and delicate yet durable designs. I bought the OG rosebud ring for both my sister and myself, and haven't taken mine off in ages. I followed it up a year later with my treasured Ryan Porter gold chain bracelet. I mulled over my personalized message for far too long, but it was obviously worth it since it's become one of my all time favorite gifts. The classy gold chain mixed with the school girl letter beads makes me feel young enough to still consider P.F. Changs a fun night out but adult enough to communicate with my friends via email rather than text.

I was pretty satisfied with my little golden trinkets, wearing them every day like a little girl with a shiny red balloon. Nonetheless at one of the many festivals Nashville has to offer, I came across a little jeweler's boutique with handcrafted gold bands. I opted for a thin, textured 18 karat piece that would put the final touches on my collection of golden masterpieces. And just last month, while wondering around the neighborhood I stopped by Pangea (a true Nashville gem, if I do say so myself) and picked up a midi ring that sits atop my finger like the crown jewels sit atop the Duchess of Cambridge. Except mine aren't real diamonds. And I'm not heiress. And I don't have millions of precious jewels at my disposal. At least I'll always have my humble stash of golden pieces.

Friday, April 21, 2017

My Little Obsession: Marble Tiles

photos by Tamira Jarrel

Tamira Jarrel can convince me to do anything, including go to Home Depot all the way across town just for blocks of stone. A marble backdrop is (usually) so chic and sleek and put together, which are all things my pretentious self likes to be. Not surprisingly, I don't have any marble in my house or my apartment. But thanks to TJ, who mentioned how easy it is to get marble tiles from a hardware store for blog photos, I now have three different marble tilesto make my desk look "so aesthetically pleasing" and "messy chic," according to all of my friends that see my work space. I can't promise you're desk top will look as cool as TJ's with of absurdly priced but so very much worth it perfumes and candles sprawled across her desk top (I long for the day I get to indulge in a Byredo shopping spree). What I can promise, though, is that you'll feel so chic and even if your layout isn't 110% Pinterest-worthy it'll bump your own perfume/skincare/jewelry/etc. collections up a notch in terms of aesthetic appeal-- which is all that matters anymore, right?

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Aix-en-Provence

Nashville, Provence Bread and Co, nashville Cafe, Bluebird Cafe, Tennesee, Music City, Hillsboro Village

nail polish: Marc Jacobs; sunglasses: local boutique; food: Provence Bread and Cafe

Oh Nashville, how I love thee. The food, the beautifully delicious food. Hillsboro Village, one of the many Nashville neighborhoods I enjoy spending my weekends in, has the amazing Provence Cafe literally across the street from the famed pancake Pantry. I cannot, for the life of me, figure out why tourists spend hours in line waiting for a buttermilk stack when there is the best French cafe Nashville has to offer just a few feet away. The coffee selection gives everyone a little something to enjoy and the french menu makes my little french-loving heart pitter patter with glee. My last visit featured an Anchor Down cappuccino and a decadent croque monsieur supplemented with leafy greens. I held out on the macarons since I was days away from visiting the Laduree in New York City, but I'm not gonna say I don't regret that decision. The seating inside is admittedly cramped (so be warned if you're going with a party of four or more) and I've never tried their cold products in the deli display by the door. But, I can hardly imagine the Provence my friends and I know and love serving anything short of a cute, delicious French inspired meal within their intimate four walls. 

I mean, I'm not going to tell you that you have to go to Provence if you're ever in Nashville's Hillsboro Village. But I will say that if you ever find yourself waiting in an offensively long line for pancakes and happen to see a French cafe across the street you might want to consider crossing that street...
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