caramel

photos by the porte-plume.

wearing truck flare jeans, target brown leather jacket, lucky brand embellished blouse, thrifted aviator sunglasses, f21 sparkling pendant necklace, bebe gold cuff, private gallery fur bag, and michael antonio meris boots.

the following is something i found through pinterest. find my COSMICaroline pinboard page here. i will be putting a permanent link on my sidebar soon enough. but, for now, enjoy this glorious treehouse.
if you're like me, your love for fashion bleeds over into a love for interior design. so, the apartment therapy website is absolutely a breath of fresh air. that's where these photos originate from, and the article includes an in-depth story and description of not only the inhabitants, but the story of the tree house. i encourage you to take a closer look here.and in the spirit of all things wonderfully compact, enjoy the following as well.i'm tempted to make my own version. it's another reason to travel.i hope everyone had a wonderful and happy new year's eve. my night was filled with old friends and adorable girls from the east, riding in style, downtown crowd control, a free lynyrd skynyrd show, the music note drop, jumbotrons, street vendor beer, glitter eyes, breaking of champagne glasses, and a screaming countdown with thousands of strangers. a night to remember, no doubt. but i've kept up everything i promised myself in the last post, and a thank you to those of you who took the time to read what i had to say. sometimes you've just got to puke your words all over the page and hope they're aimed in the right direction. in this past little bit of last year and the turning of the new, i've visited the treasures of ancient egypt exhibit at the frist, wooten brother-ed all over a random wednesday, danced in circles for deep fried five, and thoroughly enjoyed watching the intricate details in sherlock holmes: a game of shadows. i've realized bernard is frightened by my warped face, a single-serving blender is the greatest gift for a single-serving apartment, and sometimes, people really can prove you wrong. and for that, i hope i'm right. classes resume in the morning, it's the last night in town for a close friend, and the turning of the year has definitely scooped up some extra inspiration and plopped it on my head. thanks, 2012. more from me soon.





breathe peace.