Wanderlust

A journey from Edinburgh to Skye where Danny finds some of the most unique and remote 'street' riding along the way.

I'm craving a good adventure...

Story time

This morning I was walking out of my apartment behind a nanny and a little adorable baby toddler (who was wearing a pink tutu and pigtails on top of her head...I was dying). As the three of us were walking out, there was another nanny and another adorable 2 year old (also in pigtails) waiting for them on the sidewalk. The girls saw each other, squealed and then did a baby run to each other and hugged for a good minute.

I stopped dead in my tracks and just stood there watching as they cooed and squealed and hugged. After a minute they separated, started walking away, then both turned back, squealed and hugged again like they didn't get enough the first time.

I was completely frozen, startled by the cuteness and the innocence and the pure love shared between the little friends.

At that moment, I felt such a love for my friends I can't even describe it. I caught myself looking down and almost saying out loud to the toddlers "You guys, I know!" Because I totally knew how those girls felt- sometimes you just want to squeal and hug your friends tight and not let go.

Down the road, I saw 2 baby frenchie bulldogs wrestling on the sidewalk. As I turned the corner to continue on my way, I couldn't help but smile and think that there is honestly no better way to start the day....

Reasons I love New York #13

Officially obsessed

To continue what has apparently become "Beyonce Week" here at Glitter Me This, I present to you: the most incredible piece of live performance art that I have ever seen.

Beyonce's "Who Run The World Girls" performance at tonight's Billboard Music Awards show. (thank you, Ray for sending it to me)

I wouldn't have guessed it was possible but the perfection of the music video has been far surpassed by this performance. The video/visual techniques have left me inspired, speechless, and literally almost shaken.

There are no words to properly do this justice and it's 1:30 in the morning and I'm babbling. Just watch for yourself...

Ps-- What the hell???? How did i miss these awards?? Why didn't I get the memo that these are a big deal and I should probably watching (and/or live blogging with whilst consuming chips, salsa and lots of wine) I'M SO ANNOYED.

Flashback Friday

I dedicate this Flashback Friday to my newly purchased obsession, a Crosley traveler portable turntable, and the three singles that I was given for free yesterday at the record shop:

That's right....I know own Destiny's Child on vinyl. And you guys, Beyonce has never sounded better. PARTY AT MY PLACE. I'm providing the Zima.

Glitt'o Hedge

He's so clean from his little baby bath.

Texts from Bets Vol. 9

Because I'm an incredibly prompt person, my mom just received her Mother's Day present yesterday. I was sleeping when she opened it and woke up to this rather caps locked-might hurt your eyes-but oh so cute text from Bets:

Let's just go ahead and file this under the "examples of how Lara is the superior Wilinsky child in every way" category.

"I tried calling but you must be sleeping!!!!!! I LOVE MY MOTHERS DAY BOX AND I LOVE YOUUUUU!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU GOT ME TOMSSSSSSS!! I LOVE THE BASKET!!!!!! I LOVE THE CARDS!!!!! LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE THE CARDS!!! THE CROWN AND THE PEPPERMINT PATTIES AND KISSESSSS!!! YOU ARE SO CLEVER AND GENEROUS AND I LOVE YOU AND SO LOVE MY GIFT!!!! YOU GOT ME TOMSSSSS!!!!!!"

Do you think she liked it? I think she liked it. 10 points for me. 0 points for Ben. I win.

Happy belated Mother's Day to the best, most glittery, cutest mom in the world!!!!!

Run the World (Girls)

I just watched this video 3x in a row and had chills to such an extreme that I broke out in a sweat. I'm not kidding, holyyy shit. WATCH THIS. Just watch what she does with her body. Then watch it again just to catch the other things she does with her body that you might have missed. That dance number in the sand? How is she even moving that way?

I'm tempted to put on a body suit and walk around downtown with my fist in the air.

Excuse me while I go watch 6 more times and weep from joy.

Glitt'o Pup of the Day

Meet Ollie. Full name: Oliver Naismith Alpert. Age: 3 months.

This lovable ball of fluff belongs to old friends, Ashley (Hirschorn) and Jeremy Alpert and was aptly named after a couple of fiiine KU dorms. I want to smoosh and play with him and love him but alas, he lives in Kansas City.

And to that I say...that's what airplanes and large purses were invented for...

Drip drip drop

It's raining and pouring, it's windy and cool.

It's kind of like God has started to drool.

The air is heavy, it feels like a weight-

Frizzing my hair and making me late.

After months of snow and cold and doom,

I refuse to let some rain cause me some gloom

So I'm smiling! and happy! and ready to play!

I'll just put on my rainboots and splish splash away.

It's raining and pouring, it's windy and cool.

Let's kick back, relax, and drink an O'Douls.

Mama Llama

Happy Wednesday! Here's a kiss and a llama.

Love, GMT.

Flashback Friday- Beshizzle my Flizzle

It was 25 years ago today that my little pookie roommate was born.

Flashback 16 years to the summer of hell.

The scene: Camp Sabra. Age: 8.

I was away from home for the first time and was terrified. Things quickly went from bad to worse. I wasn't allowed to be in the camp play. My counselor had epilepsy. There was a wasp nest above my bed. ....and me and my bunkmate, Liz Beshears, hated each other. We bickered and fought- one time she threw batteries at my face and I punched her in the head.

But an unlikely thing made the summer a little bit easier. It was my crazy roommate, Lizzy Beshears, the one who I punched and fought with. Because after each day of fighting and yelling and not getting along- she'd let me sleep in her bunk with her because I was so homesick. Every day we'd fight, every night I'd sleep in her bed. She even let me hold her stuffed animals.

So from the time I was 8, I have always had a soft spot for Lizzy Beshears.

Flashback 10 years to confirmation class.

Flashback 7 years to college.

Then flashback to a year ago when she became my roommate.

It's been a lifetime of knowing each other and the whole time, I always knew her secret of being a softy that shared her stuffed animals.

So happy birthday to one of the sweetest, most caring people I know, Lizzy Sheila Fliz Bookie Beshears. Thanks for giving me one of the best years of my life. Sorry about that head punch.

A springy revelation

Oh boy it's getting toasty out. I can almost taste the lazy afternoons filled with sangria, sun bathing and watching shirtless boys play frisbee in the park. Siiigh.

It's all nice and dandy and lovely that spring is finally here but with the warmer weather came the horrible realization that I'm out of clothes. Out. No more. I have none.

Seriously, if I don't act swiftly and get to shopping, I'll soon be watching those frisbee boys while sitting in the park in the nude. And while that might get me a couple of phone numbers...you know those are not the kind of boys I'd bring home to Mom.

I have a point here I promise.

See, the lack of wardrobe directly correlates with my lack of personal funds. Broke broke broke = naked naked naked. But! Alas! The Tax Refund Fairy came!

So I'm setting aside some money and with the help of Life Coach, Rachel Darrow, I'm going to build myself an entire new wardrobe. I'll be blogging throughout the process for your reading pleasure. You're welcome.

Step 1-

Completely go through my closet and purge anything that I haven't worn in a year. Oprah taught me that.

Step 2-

Roam the city on a warm, Saturday afternoon and awkwardly take pictures of girls on my cell phone for "research."

Step 3-

Shopping game plan. I'm picturing it involving lots of staple pieces, maybe a few surprises and definitely some glitter.

Step 4-

Pose in said new clothes and take pictures so that the internet can bask in my glory. I'll pretend I'm her. And her. And her. Definitely her.

Raise your hand if you're excited!

Reasons I love New York

I interrupt my normal, mindless, glittery banter because I felt kind of weird posting fashion recaps with the recent events going unmentioned.

So...

I'm not pretending like I know or have any idea. But I walk the same streets that people ran through, I work in an office that was covered in the dust, I live by the fire houses with too many lost brother plaques hung in honor.

I'm not pretending like I know or have any idea. But this city is now a part of me. This is my taxi driver and coffeestand man and coworker and neighbor. I know the people and feel the flow and have become a part of the pulse.

I'm not pretending like I know or have any idea. But I believe this isn’t a time for celebrating in the streets. It’s a time for the country to reflect and honor and show respect for those who died. Like President Obama said moments ago just a few blocks from where I’m sitting, “This is a moment of justice.”

The events of the past are always running through my head, I don’t forget them. So on a day like today, I stand as a (new) New Yorker to reflect and honor and show respect for the justice that was served. Just one of the reasons I love New York.

I miss Christina Ricci

As the avid Glitter Me This reader that you are, you undoubtedly know that I often blog about awards shows- the Grammys, the Oscars- sometimes even in a live post format.

Together we marvel at the glitter, oogle at the sparkles and applaud the celebrity's hard work and effort of not eating for 3 months.

While last night wasn't an awards show, it was the most exciting night in fashion (and glitter and sparkles and lack of eating) and therefore must recapped on the blogdiggity. The MET GALA. Full disclosure, I just stole all of these pictures from Huffington Post. Oops.

Legally-published and larger-version photos click here.

Favs:

Is this that Twilight girl who's dating a Jo bros? Why is she famous? Love the dress though, a lot.

Oh hello Christina Ricci! I think you just might be the best dressed of the night! I miss you, make a movie soon? K, thanks. (Actually, does she have a tv pilot coming out or am I crazy?)

Margene is looking FIIIIERCE. I think I'd go as far as saying that Ginnifer Goodwin and Rachel Bilson (where was she at this thing??) are my two favorite- always surprising me- always looking amazing- actresses.

Damnnnn Swifty! Loving the makeup, wow.

Can't stand her BUT this is definitely the best I've ever seen Rumor Willis look. Even her forehead looks minimized- it's a miracle!

Leelee is it really you!? I love love love this dress. So simple and yet gorgeous. Love the makeup too. Remember when they threw Alpo dog food at her at the end of Never Been Kissed? That always made me so sad. Moving on.

My newly rekindled love affair of all things JLo continues.

Not obsessed with this but I figured it was worth mentioning. Her body, as always, is lookin bangin'. I can't really figure out the dress but I have a feeling it's above my realm of understanding. I like the hair color but I wish she wasn't so tan and matchy. Her pale skin would've popped with that red.

I would wear this outfit every single day of my life if it was socially acceptable...and if I had her body.

Not so favs:

Dear Mary Kate, stop acting like Cousin It. Take a cue from your more put together sister, pull your hair off your face and show a little cleavage. Your acting career will thank you. (although, her face does look beautiful and I love the color combo's she has going on. Just sick of the look all together)

Boring. ::sigh::

Why do I hate every single thing Leighton Meister puts on her body? Regardless of the bad dress- work those clavicles and shoulders, girlfriend!

Renee Zellwigers back. Holy moly she is skinny. And her lips are pouty. Trouty pouty skinny back lady.

That's all.

xoxo

Simply lovely

I can't stop watching this video and letting out really big girly sighs. Is swooning the same thing as a really big girly sigh? So is that what I'm doing right now? Swooning? Swooning is a weird word and kind of reminds me of Elvis.

Swoon.

Finally!