COFFEE BLACK. STILETTOS PINK.

Lately I've been loving the white. White everything. It might be that wedding-planning is brewing all around me and hey, if it's not my time for a gown, I'll have a watch and a Coach bag. It might be pure laziness... I feel a need to match all major accessories and what better way than to white out my entire wardrobe?? Everything matches and if you're feeling really wild, throw in some black...

Zebra print: My next favorite thing... but that's another post.

For now, everything white: So fresh, so spring, so classically pretty. <3

White watches.

I'm pretty sure this all started with my love for the oversized, white watch. They are classy and staple-accessory-esque (I'm really using my words today) while being a little more fun than a traditional silver or gold. Plus they can be worn casually or super-swanky, and always work for the office.

My first white, crystal-framed watch was a jelly-watch (with the rubber wristband)... I was so skeptical of the "jelly," but grew to love it... until of course, the numerals began falling off and rattling inside the face. Oh well, for $17.99 it gave me a summer of pretty. As a replacement I upgraded to the above Fossil which has a hard-resin band (and so far, all face numerals in tact).

A big white bag.

I can tell you that I shamelessly bought this Coach large tote as my gift to myself upon getting my new job in the fall. I have absolutely no regrets. It goes with everything, cleans up my casual days, and makes me far happier than any bag should. Coach Factory Online Sale "exclusive" email marketing scheme: I hate you, I know exactly how you work, and I loathe your ability to suck me in every time, but I fully and entirely love this bag.

Chanel: What I (and my bank account) aspire toward.

White nail polish.

Slightly off-white, slightly nude. So elegant.

I especially like the tiniest tint of pink in Essie's shade.

White sunglasses.

Are these out now or something?? I can't find a pair anywhere! I used to have one... but they were somehow lost forever in the Great Move from Columbus to DC of 2010 (so many tragedies). Whatever, I still love them, and they would match my bag and watch so well...

White living.

If you know me at all you might be thinking... Two of her favorite things are coffee and red wine... What. the. hell. I know. Imminent, inevitable tragedy. Obvious disaster. What can I say? I don't smoke, I don't sky-dive, I avoid public transportation at all costs. Everyone needs to take risks somewhere!

That is just so cozy.

I'm significantly certain that white comforters are just more comfortable.

Plus, think how happy your potential mate will be to find that all of your stuff is white: Compatible with all color schemes. You are so low maintenance. Congratulations.

As long as he can withstand the wrath of pizza-on-white. He can take risks elsewhere.

White iPhone.

I have avoided smartphones to a severe detriment. Turns out, you really can't function as well without one. And I, being easily and completely sold by sleek packaging and elitist marketing, am entirely beguiled by the white iPhone. My ability to withstand its charm was shattered the day my boss's brand new, white iPhone 4s arrived to my office... Let's just say it was almost "lost in the mail." I own nothing Apple but can with conviction assume that I will one day own everything Apple. It's just too pretty.

White pants.

I'm telling you, I'm a freaking daredevil.

I wear white pants on an almost weekly basis and I've yet to suffer a tragedy.

I'm knocking on so much wood right now, you have no idea.

But they are chic and worth it. And I don't care what anyone says, white only after Memorial Day is no longer a thing. You can where them whenever you want.

White cars.

Please. If I owned a white Mercedes I'd clearly have a white iPhone.

These guys.

Downside: Significantly increases all risks associated with owning/wearing so much white.

Upside: Ultimate happiness.

--M.

Oh, heyyy. So I shamelessly abandoned my blog for a while. No excuses... except that of a new full time job, a string of time-consuming commitments to my ever-draining relationship with the theatre, and of course, practically drowning in a sudden bout of total male inundation.

Okay... Lies. There were no men. But the rest is true.

Regardless, life happened and Coffee Black Stilettos Pink took a backseat. It's six months later and all I can say is...

I'm back, bitches.

And I have a lot to talk about: A new job that I unexpectedly (and for the most part) love, a dreamy apartment that I'm inching up a cruel and hateful waitlist toward, and two of my dearest friends will be married over the next year... to say the least. It's obviously time to blog again.

Time seemed an appropriate re-opening theme. Time flies and it seems to be gaining speed with every year. I can sense (by the deluge of showers, weddings, funerals, and exchange of significant leading characters in and out of my life) that this is a time of imminent and continuous transition. I'm 25... that's what's up. Some things are forever timeless, though, like my enduring family that never forgets to pour a pitcher of manhattans when shit gets real, my gorgeous friends with whom sleepovers never seem childish, and my inherent ability to ramble on... and on... and on...

So cheers to a few timeless items that at least in my opinion, will never go out of style:

The dress form.

I'm dying to have an antique (or antique-style) dress form for my walk-in closet. Fine... My very soon to be walk-in closet which is much more than I can say for myself six months ago. (Baby steps!!)

Inspired by my classy friend Dana, a classic dress form adds character to any femmy boudoir. They scream industrial-feminine, which I've decided screams "I'm a badass and so is the dress I'm wearing!" The mantra of everyone fabulous, obviously.

Plus they are ridiculous, which I clearly admire.

And you know you want a reason to make a financially irresponsible dress purchase:

Where can I wear this???

Who cares?! It will look fabulous displayed on your dress form until your life's dress code lives up to the standards of your astonishingly classy bedroom decor!

The drafting table.

I just love antique drafting tables. I can't explain my affinity for these considering that technical drafting was probably the most traumatic element of my entire theatre degree, but I think they are so simple, so classic, and so artsy.

The above table is from Restoration Hardware, but if you are able to find an authentically antique version, all the better. They are so spacious, adjustable, and the elevated seating gives you the illusion you are at a bar... Perfect for getting through any grueling workday.

This more contemporary gold desk is clearly not a drafting table, but I think stems from the same idea. It's again industrial yet feminine (clearly I'm a fan), and its clean design is somehow frivolous... only in the best way. Love love love.

Classic stemware.

When you break, my heart breaks with you.

The telephone.

Even the iPhone wants to be pretty.

And succeeds.

Still, though... I so want a classic, cameo, rotary-dial phone. There is something to be said for the aesthetic of an old-fashioned phone. Maybe they made that call worth the wait. Or if nothing else, if your'e going to waste your time tragically pining... pine next to something pretty.

Plus, this phone is not a medium for nonchalant texting. It says, "I'm making a date. Get out of my way." You have to be pretty deliberate if you sit down and dial one of these... And you have to possess the ability to stand still in one spot within the proximity that the length of a phone cord permits for the duration of the entire phone conversation. These little guys weeded out the commitment-phobes before they made it to our doorsteps. Geniuses.

Maybe Apple should make a rotary-dial app: Significant calls accessible via your ridiculous, attached-to-the-wall phone, specifically for those oh-so-eccentric customers who are so captivated by the voice on the other end that the desire to simultaneously travel, navigate, dominate a business meeting, send an email, and text someone else just doesn't exist. ...My gosh, you mean I'm the only person you're talking to right now???... Oh, are you sure we're there yet?

The bar cart.

A bar on wheels? Yes, this is what we are doing now.

If our phones are attached to walls, it's best to keep our drinks mobile.

Plus you're prepared if the party moves to another room... or if John Hamm from MadMen comes over... I'm telling you, this is the answer to classing up afternoon drinking.

And luckily, if you are on a pre-cart budget but would benefit from the convenience of transportable drinking, Restoration Hardware makes this cute wine caddy:

Because sometimes we take our drinks with us. And there is nothing wrong with that.

Classic Hollywood.

The old, the new... some just have it.

And what is Hollywood without Broadway?

In case you're new... I majored in theatre and my blog is extremely egocentric.

Maybe I just wanted to mention my favorite new show, Smash...

But Broadway is forever. The economy is at its near-worst and television is blowing up with shows that celebrate the theatre.

It will never produce enough money to attract particularly ~~sane~~ practical individuals on the inside... but sure is magical enough to those on the outside to keep going.

Chivalry .

It's not dead... It might be in cardiac arrest...