<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842920269850437040</id><updated>2011-07-07T19:02:21.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Solid Gold</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842920269850437040/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marilyn Hayward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960848892484723776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SLbmE-om32I/AAAAAAAAAdw/JbP8cjwYYLs/S220/parteee.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842920269850437040.post-8840951965382986211</id><published>2009-07-13T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T21:15:31.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage 4 Sale.</title><content type='html'>Anyone looking for any really bomb vintage? For instance, a red leather motorcycle jacket? A pretty floral party dress? Or an incredible body con, lace up dress? Just curious. Because I have some of that just lying around, you know. More like up for auction on eBay over at &lt;a href="http://shop.ebay.com/merchant/solidgoldvintage_W0QQ_dmdZ1QQ_ipgZ50QQ_sopZ12?_rdc=1"&gt;Solid Gold Vintage&lt;/a&gt;. If you're interested HURRY. This stuff is only up for three days because I need to get it off my hands ASAP. Now, take a gander:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SlwFtZqPqLI/AAAAAAAAAos/AAdKj67vikU/s1600-h/Ebay07122009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358163934204373170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SlwFtZqPqLI/AAAAAAAAAos/AAdKj67vikU/s400/Ebay07122009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SlwFkHBd6EI/AAAAAAAAAok/WlAgr0aUOkA/s1600-h/IMGP0280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358163774582679618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SlwFkHBd6EI/AAAAAAAAAok/WlAgr0aUOkA/s400/IMGP0280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SlwFfXKSPtI/AAAAAAAAAoc/ZJe2GLqiCRY/s1600-h/100_0326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358163693015285458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SlwFfXKSPtI/AAAAAAAAAoc/ZJe2GLqiCRY/s400/100_0326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842920269850437040-8840951965382986211?l=likesolidgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/feeds/8840951965382986211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/2009/07/vintage-4-sale.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842920269850437040/posts/default/8840951965382986211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842920269850437040/posts/default/8840951965382986211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/2009/07/vintage-4-sale.html' title='Vintage 4 Sale.'/><author><name>Marilyn Hayward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960848892484723776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SLbmE-om32I/AAAAAAAAAdw/JbP8cjwYYLs/S220/parteee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SlwFtZqPqLI/AAAAAAAAAos/AAdKj67vikU/s72-c/Ebay07122009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842920269850437040.post-5623443890526834911</id><published>2009-07-02T23:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T00:12:38.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden Oldies.</title><content type='html'>These are some older photographs I took of my cousin.  I got stir crazy one afternoon and decided that I was going to style up some fun stuff and take photographs out at our grandparents' house.  Originally, I used actual film and scanned them which is why the quality may not appear quite top notch.  I'm sharing them because I just poladroid-ed them, and think it's pretty neat.  I received a polaroid camera for my 12th birthday, but now that the little guy has gone the way of the dinosaurs and film is hard to come upon, tangible polaroids are few and far between.  This is the next best thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/Sk2s6TeaWCI/AAAAAAAAAn8/FTUWle58ZGc/s1600-h/KarrTaxReturn7_013-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/Sk2s6TeaWCI/AAAAAAAAAn8/FTUWle58ZGc/s400/KarrTaxReturn7_013-pola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354125649673607202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Graphic print red button-up skirt, tooled leather butterfly belt, bowling ball print tshirt, deer print scarf- Vintage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/Sk2siZOFTDI/AAAAAAAAAn0/qfQKqu5L_ic/s1600-h/KarrTaxReturn7_011-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/Sk2siZOFTDI/AAAAAAAAAn0/qfQKqu5L_ic/s400/KarrTaxReturn7_011-pola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354125238898871346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/Sk2sPJ7H4oI/AAAAAAAAAns/ojsfmUZUKQ0/s1600-h/KarrTaxReturn7_018-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/Sk2sPJ7H4oI/AAAAAAAAAns/ojsfmUZUKQ0/s400/KarrTaxReturn7_018-pola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354124908375302786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Batik print sheer blouse, white leather belt, black body con skirt and mirrored wayfarer shaped sunglasses - vintage; shearling trimmed ankle boots - Steve Madden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/Sk2sIO1NxPI/AAAAAAAAAnk/nNFdjJdLBgU/s1600-h/KarrTaxReturn7_010-pola02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/Sk2sIO1NxPI/AAAAAAAAAnk/nNFdjJdLBgU/s400/KarrTaxReturn7_010-pola02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354124789433615602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Coral lace fit and flare mini dress, and flower brooch - Vintage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/Sk2tpity8sI/AAAAAAAAAoU/X7H4e569EEM/s1600-h/KarrTaxReturn7_015-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/Sk2tpity8sI/AAAAAAAAAoU/X7H4e569EEM/s400/KarrTaxReturn7_015-pola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354126461218517698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pink slip with chiffon overlay and pleated skirt and tweed blazer - Vintage; Ballet Slippers - Capezio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/Sk2thwzmA6I/AAAAAAAAAoM/LiUSWYqueJg/s1600-h/KarrTaxReturn7_016-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/Sk2thwzmA6I/AAAAAAAAAoM/LiUSWYqueJg/s400/KarrTaxReturn7_016-pola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354126327561978786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/Sk2tbCwUjbI/AAAAAAAAAoE/HvI9O4y9gRw/s1600-h/KarrTaxReturn7_017-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/Sk2tbCwUjbI/AAAAAAAAAoE/HvI9O4y9gRw/s400/KarrTaxReturn7_017-pola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354126212121005490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys' tuxedo shirt, floral print blouse, and mirrored sunglasses - Vintage; purple leggings - Target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the Cadillac is also vintage.  1980, baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842920269850437040-5623443890526834911?l=likesolidgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/feeds/5623443890526834911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/2009/07/golden-oldies.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842920269850437040/posts/default/5623443890526834911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842920269850437040/posts/default/5623443890526834911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/2009/07/golden-oldies.html' title='Golden Oldies.'/><author><name>Marilyn Hayward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960848892484723776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SLbmE-om32I/AAAAAAAAAdw/JbP8cjwYYLs/S220/parteee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/Sk2s6TeaWCI/AAAAAAAAAn8/FTUWle58ZGc/s72-c/KarrTaxReturn7_013-pola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842920269850437040.post-7926161936161730132</id><published>2009-06-25T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T14:36:19.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The September Issue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SkPtyV3MYXI/AAAAAAAAAnc/vR_R7ZYaYiM/s1600-h/septissue_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SkPtyV3MYXI/AAAAAAAAAnc/vR_R7ZYaYiM/s400/septissue_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351382231364166002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never fails that once the heat of summer arrives in full force (it was 104 yesterday), I start dreaming about fall fashion.  And now that anticipation comes with a cinematic complement.  &lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1810059626/video/14141305"&gt;The September Issue&lt;/a&gt; (link goes to the trailer!) comes out August 28th.  If this film doesn't come to a theatre near me, I will be very unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been subscribing to American &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vogue&lt;/span&gt; since the age of 14, and while their choices are sometimes a little mature for my 20-year-old taste, I still find myself ear marking pages that I feel speak to the woman I intend to be.  Because while right now I'm the girl who is always running late, whose dresses always end up rumpled on the floor before they make it to the hanger, and who can't seem to keep her nails unchipped; I have high hopes that I will grow into someone who always has fresh tea roses bedside, who remembers to send thank you notes in a timely manner, and who manages not to spill wine on herself when she's wearing white.  Some day.  Until then, I will continue to be inspired by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vogue&lt;/span&gt; magazines from around the globe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't already, check out the trailer.  I can't wait to see more of what goes on inside 4 Times Square.  Hopefully more of Grace and Andre!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842920269850437040-7926161936161730132?l=likesolidgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/feeds/7926161936161730132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/2009/06/september-issue.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842920269850437040/posts/default/7926161936161730132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842920269850437040/posts/default/7926161936161730132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/2009/06/september-issue.html' title='The September Issue'/><author><name>Marilyn Hayward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960848892484723776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SLbmE-om32I/AAAAAAAAAdw/JbP8cjwYYLs/S220/parteee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SkPtyV3MYXI/AAAAAAAAAnc/vR_R7ZYaYiM/s72-c/septissue_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842920269850437040.post-7268398939493136038</id><published>2009-06-16T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T12:26:01.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Additions.</title><content type='html'>Thought I would share some recent additions to my life to the folks out there in the blogosphere...holler!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aldo shoes:  A pair of suede lace-up wedges I've been lusting after FOREVER.  They are brilliant in person.  It's true love.  Secondly, my first real pair of gladiators.  I do have a pair of knee high gladiators, but they aren't exactly the most versatile shoes I own.  These, on the other hand are perfect.  Lace-up (Again.  See a pattern?) and studs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SjfoigFdscI/AAAAAAAAAmk/rU1Bxz6j4eg/s1600-h/41H8UuiNB6L._SS400_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SjfoigFdscI/AAAAAAAAAmk/rU1Bxz6j4eg/s400/41H8UuiNB6L._SS400_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347998761951801794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SjfoW7mzxRI/AAAAAAAAAmc/G18n4ySPVxc/s1600-h/41KZQ-DiltL._SS400_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SjfoW7mzxRI/AAAAAAAAAmc/G18n4ySPVxc/s400/41KZQ-DiltL._SS400_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347998563180987666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urban Outfitters Dresses: Okay, so my local UO's 'Yard Sale' promo sale kind of got the best of me.  I am admittedly weak.  Sigh.  I fell pretty hard for the first piece.  Something about the dichotomy of peach ruffles and a chunky front zipper.  The other dress is the floral slip dress that dreams are made of.  Superbly lightweight with just the right amount of shape.  Fit and flare dresses with pockets are totally necessary in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/Sjfqa7TRKZI/AAAAAAAAAm0/0yogIIF16O8/s1600-h/16609190_85_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/Sjfqa7TRKZI/AAAAAAAAAm0/0yogIIF16O8/s400/16609190_85_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348000830841760146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SjfqXHUTmsI/AAAAAAAAAms/B67BJ_-RIK4/s1600-h/16480899_01_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SjfqXHUTmsI/AAAAAAAAAms/B67BJ_-RIK4/s400/16480899_01_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348000765347863234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Music: I have been listening to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Next to Normal&lt;/span&gt; original Broadway cast recording constantly.  For those of you who dig musicals, I recommend.  And even if you're not, I still say it's worth a listen.  The music and lyrics are fantastic.  It's now at the top of my list of shows I want to see next time I'm in NYC (next month--whee!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/Sjfrm30BzwI/AAAAAAAAAm8/-VxZR1dO3mk/s1600-h/next-to-normal-cover-med1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/Sjfrm30BzwI/AAAAAAAAAm8/-VxZR1dO3mk/s400/next-to-normal-cover-med1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348002135575482114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book:  I picked up Nabokov's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Poems and Problems&lt;/span&gt; today and I can't wait to get into it.  It consists of 39 Russian poems, 14 English poems, and 18 Chess problems.  For those of you unfamiliar with Nabokov, please, go read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lolita&lt;/span&gt;.  Immediately if not sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SjfsktldkNI/AAAAAAAAAnE/o2MoOJYumhc/s1600-h/home_photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SjfsktldkNI/AAAAAAAAAnE/o2MoOJYumhc/s400/home_photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348003197981921490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Film: I re-watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Reality Bites&lt;/span&gt; this week, and have a new found love for it.  Anyone (like me) who has ever been in college and wondered, 'what the fuck am I going to do with my life after this?' can easily relate.  Plus, there's that young-artists-in-love element going on between Winona Ryder and Ethan Hawke.  Also, Janeane Garofolo's clothes and bedroom in the film are pretty insane.  Lots of 60's dresses and fun tights, and her room actually had a poster of Gorbachev.  Where can I get one of those?  I want one with his birth mark showing, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SjfwRmjYp8I/AAAAAAAAAnU/fBUQPL0idsw/s1600-h/reality_bites3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SjfwRmjYp8I/AAAAAAAAAnU/fBUQPL0idsw/s400/reality_bites3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348007267723159490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SjfwL8Uc-KI/AAAAAAAAAnM/MEJwqMgBP3k/s1600-h/Gorbachev2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SjfwL8Uc-KI/AAAAAAAAAnM/MEJwqMgBP3k/s400/Gorbachev2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348007170486892706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's summer, I have so much glorious free time.  I often forget I have a job at all considering it's just singing and acting.  So, what are you wearing, listening to, reading, and watching this summer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842920269850437040-7268398939493136038?l=likesolidgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/feeds/7268398939493136038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/2009/06/additions.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842920269850437040/posts/default/7268398939493136038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842920269850437040/posts/default/7268398939493136038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/2009/06/additions.html' title='Additions.'/><author><name>Marilyn Hayward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960848892484723776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SLbmE-om32I/AAAAAAAAAdw/JbP8cjwYYLs/S220/parteee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SjfoigFdscI/AAAAAAAAAmk/rU1Bxz6j4eg/s72-c/41H8UuiNB6L._SS400_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842920269850437040.post-7053364686542878186</id><published>2009-06-09T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:31:23.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creature Comforts.</title><content type='html'>So, I am moving again in August and my new space has been on my mind.  As with most things I attempt, I have lots of ideas but I'm having some issues forming a cohesive plan.  I want my own room to be the perfect juxtaposition of sophistication and quirky kitsch.  While I already have lots of strange vintage record covers, ceramic animals, and campy plaques, I've started collecting photographs from the Selby and some random vintage photos to help the process along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/Si9E_3t1WJI/AAAAAAAAAmM/2-9kVEKhTdk/s1600-h/mg-le-m1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/Si9E_3t1WJI/AAAAAAAAAmM/2-9kVEKhTdk/s400/mg-le-m1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345567146790705298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/Si9E2flz2FI/AAAAAAAAAmE/lmZdYISORS4/s1600-h/70s4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 370px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/Si9E2flz2FI/AAAAAAAAAmE/lmZdYISORS4/s400/70s4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345566985695778898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/Si9EQja-64I/AAAAAAAAAl8/3zyZgZD8LzY/s1600-h/550276314_8f5cfc7d97.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/Si9EQja-64I/AAAAAAAAAl8/3zyZgZD8LzY/s400/550276314_8f5cfc7d97.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345566333889080194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/Si9EKOPouDI/AAAAAAAAAl0/-G25WAe35XU/s1600-h/7_10_08_lesleya181-00039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/Si9EKOPouDI/AAAAAAAAAl0/-G25WAe35XU/s400/7_10_08_lesleya181-00039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345566225125128242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/Si9EFhl7mII/AAAAAAAAAls/qPftPa1fhqU/s1600-h/4_29_09_julia_roitfeldED7495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/Si9EFhl7mII/AAAAAAAAAls/qPftPa1fhqU/s400/4_29_09_julia_roitfeldED7495.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345566144419567746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/Si9EBmi6RgI/AAAAAAAAAlk/GgXHNnhLHEo/s1600-h/4_20_09_SallySingerEd06919+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/Si9EBmi6RgI/AAAAAAAAAlk/GgXHNnhLHEo/s400/4_20_09_SallySingerEd06919+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345566077029598722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sources: The Selby, Random Google Images&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842920269850437040-7053364686542878186?l=likesolidgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/feeds/7053364686542878186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/2009/06/creature-comforts.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842920269850437040/posts/default/7053364686542878186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842920269850437040/posts/default/7053364686542878186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/2009/06/creature-comforts.html' title='Creature Comforts.'/><author><name>Marilyn Hayward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960848892484723776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SLbmE-om32I/AAAAAAAAAdw/JbP8cjwYYLs/S220/parteee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/Si9E_3t1WJI/AAAAAAAAAmM/2-9kVEKhTdk/s72-c/mg-le-m1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842920269850437040.post-4488055579715992652</id><published>2009-06-01T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T14:33:47.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday.</title><content type='html'>It's Marilyn Monroe's birthday today!  LIFE has published some &lt;a href="http://www.life.com/image/88010888/in-gallery/27412/marilyn-neverpublished-photos"&gt;never-released&lt;/a&gt; photographs that are stunning.  Most people assume I'm named after a family member, but I am in fact named for Marilyn Monroe.  If I could choose a way to celebrate, it would be with a perfect halter dress, lucite high heels, and champagne.  I don't want any trouble, I just want a drink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SiRDnfZJVqI/AAAAAAAAAlc/--4W_nK9zt4/s1600-h/88010951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SiRDnfZJVqI/AAAAAAAAAlc/--4W_nK9zt4/s400/88010951.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342469403689178786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SiRDjnwdUlI/AAAAAAAAAlU/wiittWm6-M8/s1600-h/88010927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SiRDjnwdUlI/AAAAAAAAAlU/wiittWm6-M8/s400/88010927.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342469337214964306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SiRDgSUZQwI/AAAAAAAAAlM/ccw1LIMf9O4/s1600-h/88010888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SiRDgSUZQwI/AAAAAAAAAlM/ccw1LIMf9O4/s400/88010888.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342469279920505602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SiRDcfzi9mI/AAAAAAAAAlE/7xbNO5xMQ_U/s1600-h/88010878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SiRDcfzi9mI/AAAAAAAAAlE/7xbNO5xMQ_U/s400/88010878.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342469214821348962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos:&lt;a href="http://www.life.com/image/88010888/in-gallery/27412/marilyn-neverpublished-photos"&gt; LIFE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842920269850437040-4488055579715992652?l=likesolidgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/feeds/4488055579715992652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/2009/06/birthday.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842920269850437040/posts/default/4488055579715992652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842920269850437040/posts/default/4488055579715992652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/2009/06/birthday.html' title='Birthday.'/><author><name>Marilyn Hayward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960848892484723776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SLbmE-om32I/AAAAAAAAAdw/JbP8cjwYYLs/S220/parteee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SiRDnfZJVqI/AAAAAAAAAlc/--4W_nK9zt4/s72-c/88010951.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842920269850437040.post-6135027372263900741</id><published>2009-05-20T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T12:43:23.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoops.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/ShRc2FHecLI/AAAAAAAAAk8/9KOmjSVy5Fc/s1600-h/lolita.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337993542497104050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/ShRc2FHecLI/AAAAAAAAAk8/9KOmjSVy5Fc/s400/lolita.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry, guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm on day five of summer vacation and I am really not wasting a single moment. I am rarely on the internet at all, and it feels pretty awesome. I'm back at home for another 10 days, and then I will return back to my little old apartment in my little old college town to start working on the musical. Until then, unless something urgent comes up or inspiration strikes at an odd hour (as it tends to do), I will likely be:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;star gazing, laughing endlessly, breathing in sweet country air, going to baseball games, swimming, sipping, singing far too loud, watching bad films, thrift shopping, roof sitting, reading, writing, consuming snow cones, and learning about what infinite means. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the good things that summer brings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are you doing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842920269850437040-6135027372263900741?l=likesolidgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/feeds/6135027372263900741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/2009/05/whoops.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842920269850437040/posts/default/6135027372263900741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842920269850437040/posts/default/6135027372263900741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/2009/05/whoops.html' title='Whoops.'/><author><name>Marilyn Hayward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960848892484723776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SLbmE-om32I/AAAAAAAAAdw/JbP8cjwYYLs/S220/parteee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/ShRc2FHecLI/AAAAAAAAAk8/9KOmjSVy5Fc/s72-c/lolita.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842920269850437040.post-5726700052036625049</id><published>2009-05-08T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T10:50:20.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAVEYOUREADTHIS?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SgRw1LLZD8I/AAAAAAAAAk0/0FBrp40xuIU/s1600-h/karliekloss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333511917549457346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SgRw1LLZD8I/AAAAAAAAAk0/0FBrp40xuIU/s400/karliekloss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, seriously. I'm usually not the type of blogger to just be like la-di-da-di-da here is one cool looking photograph, or something in the vein of ambiguous (although I do sometimes enjoy those posts on other blogs, I must admit), but I must mention this to whoever is reading. Are you there, readers? Okay, good. First, prerequisite questions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you like the Onion? Do you like fashion? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, even if you've never read the Onion (go find one now if that is the case) you should like this link, because I know you folks dig the stylez of today (you are here after all...damn I am parenthetical today!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wwwwd.org/050509wwwwd.htm"&gt;WWWWD.&lt;/a&gt; Just go. I feel that any introduction I could possibly try to give it would just be sub-par. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842920269850437040-5726700052036625049?l=likesolidgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/feeds/5726700052036625049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/2009/05/haveyoureadthis.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842920269850437040/posts/default/5726700052036625049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842920269850437040/posts/default/5726700052036625049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/2009/05/haveyoureadthis.html' title='HAVEYOUREADTHIS?'/><author><name>Marilyn Hayward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960848892484723776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SLbmE-om32I/AAAAAAAAAdw/JbP8cjwYYLs/S220/parteee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SgRw1LLZD8I/AAAAAAAAAk0/0FBrp40xuIU/s72-c/karliekloss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842920269850437040.post-8177153607260774142</id><published>2009-05-06T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:16:03.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The end is near...</title><content type='html'>Of the school year, that is.  I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm in the last week of my sophomore year of college and it is a tad stressful.  Just a little.  I figured that no matter what level of education you, my darling readers, are at, you could all benefit from a little list of finals coping mechanisms.  My posting has been sporadic lately, and will only improve once I get all of this stuff wrapped up!  Only a final journalism project, Western Civ II. final, Russian cultures final, and Russian language final stand in my way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm a firm believer that when you're working hard, you really deserve to help yourself out and not suffer too much.  So, here's my list of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice things to do for yourself whilst in the violent throes of final exams:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start studying prior to the night before, especially if it's a cumulative exam.  Cramming really sucks, and I just don't function well after all nighters.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Try your best to sleeeep.  I am totally guilty of scrimping on sleep, but I want to actually try to get some quality hours in so I'm in decent mental shape for finals.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy yourself some good food.  It is inevitable (at least in my world) that when studying for big exams I will have some kind of momentary break down and want to eat a bunch of donuts or cheese pizza or something.  Keep easy and at least marginally healthy snacks on hand that you can take to the library that actually help your body rather than making you crash thirty minutes after consuming.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan something fun for your summer!  What lies ahead after final exams is an infinite sea of possibilities: Summer!  Whether you start planning something small like a whole day of thrifting with a friend, or something extensive like a full on road-trip,  that little shred of hope that something great is just around the corner may be enough to keep you going.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do something nice for your exterior.  Your brain is going into over-drive, so while you are torturing yourself inside, you could try to keep the outside looking fly.  I always feel a little better about things when I feel good about how I look (am I shallow?  No, I just love fashion).  I find that wearing an outfit I consistently feel good in always helps.  I also dig deep conditioning my hair, painting my nails fun colors, and using biore strips.  Don't tell anyone?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work out. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It helps to kill some stress, even if you end up looking at your class notes while on the treadmill.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that time isn't really abundant during that period before finals, but all of these are just suggestions that I've found help keep my sanity somewhat intact.  Honestly, I think it just helps to make some time for yourself to decompress and do something that makes you happy, regardless of what that may be!  Please, add to my list and let me know what you do to keep yourself going during crunch time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SgJuK9t5aeI/AAAAAAAAAks/Ym_5oTOzX4Y/s1600-h/old-blake-edwards-breakfast-at-tiffanys-audrey-hepburn-dvd-review-528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SgJuK9t5aeI/AAAAAAAAAks/Ym_5oTOzX4Y/s400/old-blake-edwards-breakfast-at-tiffanys-audrey-hepburn-dvd-review-528.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332946043404904930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842920269850437040-8177153607260774142?l=likesolidgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/feeds/8177153607260774142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/2009/05/end-is-near.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842920269850437040/posts/default/8177153607260774142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842920269850437040/posts/default/8177153607260774142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/2009/05/end-is-near.html' title='The end is near...'/><author><name>Marilyn Hayward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960848892484723776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SLbmE-om32I/AAAAAAAAAdw/JbP8cjwYYLs/S220/parteee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SgJuK9t5aeI/AAAAAAAAAks/Ym_5oTOzX4Y/s72-c/old-blake-edwards-breakfast-at-tiffanys-audrey-hepburn-dvd-review-528.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842920269850437040.post-453815583241509960</id><published>2009-04-29T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T17:39:21.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Edie.</title><content type='html'>Another post regarding an obsession of mine.  I should change the name of this blog to something that hints at my infinite lists of infatuations.  I have been interested in the life of Edie Sedgwick since about the age of fifteen.  I think it was when I saw a photograph of her in Elle Girl (RIP Elle Girl.  Anyone else have intense love for Elle Girl?) with Andy Warhol and Chuck Wein.  After that, I was pretty much Edie obsessed.  I actually own &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ciao! Manhattan&lt;/span&gt;, which is the incredibly bizarre film she stars in, and if anyone is interested in some reading material on her, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edie: American Girl &lt;/span&gt;has so many thorough, beautiful, and accurate accounts on the life of Edie, and it's wayyy more accurate than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Factory Girl.  &lt;/span&gt;There are times when I'd like to just pull an Edie and show up to dinner in a fur coat over tights and call it good.  With the right false eyelashes, chandelier earrings, and opaque tights, Edie's mod glam style could be achievable.  But there can only be one Factory Princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SfjyIh3bMMI/AAAAAAAAAkg/QGCIZLnUZ_Q/s1600-h/news_auction_glinn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SfjyIh3bMMI/AAAAAAAAAkg/QGCIZLnUZ_Q/s400/news_auction_glinn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330276387336696002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The photo that started it all for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SfjyE8ikspI/AAAAAAAAAkY/IgiS8ZcD2G4/s1600-h/bryan-ediesed1v.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 215px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SfjyE8ikspI/AAAAAAAAAkY/IgiS8ZcD2G4/s400/bryan-ediesed1v.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330276325777519250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SfjyA0kv5DI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/vEIIMlxe9Uw/s1600-h/2warholweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SfjyA0kv5DI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/vEIIMlxe9Uw/s400/2warholweb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330276254919681074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SfjxaoInPyI/AAAAAAAAAkI/v-ZopUwBesU/s1600-h/Edie_Sedgwick_Andy_Warhol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SfjxaoInPyI/AAAAAAAAAkI/v-ZopUwBesU/s400/Edie_Sedgwick_Andy_Warhol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330275598745419554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842920269850437040-453815583241509960?l=likesolidgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/feeds/453815583241509960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/2009/04/edie.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842920269850437040/posts/default/453815583241509960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842920269850437040/posts/default/453815583241509960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/2009/04/edie.html' title='Edie.'/><author><name>Marilyn Hayward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960848892484723776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SLbmE-om32I/AAAAAAAAAdw/JbP8cjwYYLs/S220/parteee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SfjyIh3bMMI/AAAAAAAAAkg/QGCIZLnUZ_Q/s72-c/news_auction_glinn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842920269850437040.post-4420229579808916273</id><published>2009-04-23T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T09:54:56.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Live from New York.</title><content type='html'>Maybe I have just watched far too many vintage episodes of Saturday Night Live, but I do believe I have a legitimate infatuation with 1970s New York City.  It was pre-Giuliani, and it looks like it was dirty, glamorous, gritty, sketchy, and totally free.  Times Square wasn't Disney-fied and filled with chain restaurants.  Everyone was probably on coke, but that does not make me any less obsessed with places like Studio 54 and Max's Kansas City.  On the whole, I just really love New York City.  After 18 visits, I'm nowhere near tired of it.  I would venture to say that I'm at my happiest and freeest when I'm pounding city pavement.  And these photos just make me want to move to the city and run through the streets in high heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SfCcM9BjdSI/AAAAAAAAAj4/-yNudqiDJ8M/s1600-h/studio54%25202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SfCcM9BjdSI/AAAAAAAAAj4/-yNudqiDJ8M/s400/studio54%25202.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327930105532740898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SfCcHaTkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjw/rHPTDV6eB6Y/s1600-h/snlcast1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SfCcHaTkeoI/AAAAAAAAAjw/rHPTDV6eB6Y/s400/snlcast1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327930010313718402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SfCcBdMvFSI/AAAAAAAAAjo/yzDwxo_Mjlk/s1600-h/pb2-23-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SfCcBdMvFSI/AAAAAAAAAjo/yzDwxo_Mjlk/s400/pb2-23-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327929908011144482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SfCb1qMnUgI/AAAAAAAAAjg/WGPDbVPB9-0/s1600-h/Max%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SfCb1qMnUgI/AAAAAAAAAjg/WGPDbVPB9-0/s400/Max%27s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327929705341866498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SfCbbXhXOzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/gCe_KVs_Nwc/s1600-h/42nd_Street_1970s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SfCbbXhXOzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/gCe_KVs_Nwc/s400/42nd_Street_1970s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327929253652020018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: None of these photos are mine, and I'm not claiming they're mine.  I did the classy thing and searched Google Images. However, this photo is indeed mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SfCcyHr1WGI/AAAAAAAAAkA/NfKrSHvC5vk/s1600-h/larchmont.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SfCcyHr1WGI/AAAAAAAAAkA/NfKrSHvC5vk/s400/larchmont.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327930744049588322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiny hotel room at the Larchmont, West 12th between 5th and 6th, NYC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842920269850437040-4420229579808916273?l=likesolidgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/feeds/4420229579808916273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/2009/04/live-from-new-york.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842920269850437040/posts/default/4420229579808916273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842920269850437040/posts/default/4420229579808916273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/2009/04/live-from-new-york.html' title='Live from New York.'/><author><name>Marilyn Hayward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960848892484723776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SLbmE-om32I/AAAAAAAAAdw/JbP8cjwYYLs/S220/parteee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SfCcM9BjdSI/AAAAAAAAAj4/-yNudqiDJ8M/s72-c/studio54%25202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842920269850437040.post-3309658370186584269</id><published>2009-04-19T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T20:43:56.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want candy.</title><content type='html'>Now that the season seems to finally be on the nice and consistent track that I so desire, I have found that I have a little spring in my step (Oh! Word play!).  It also helps that I recently found out that my summer job will be pretty fantastic!  The callback I was intensely nervous about was for a paying job in a musical, and I landed a role.  I'll actually make enough money doing one month of rehearsals and shows that I can just spend the rest of my summer in my hometown hanging out and hopefully doing some traveling (can't miss NYC in the summertime!).  So, despite the fact that I had to write a tedious annotated bibliography today and edit a Russian essay, I'm in a good mood!  Thus, this good mood makes me only want to wear pretty things.  The mind wanders to visions of flouncy skirts, airy florals, candy colors, and sweet lace-ups.  In turn, I have become obsessed with the Marc by Marc Spring 2009 collection.  My favorite is probably this look on Karlie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SevtYMbI8zI/AAAAAAAAAjI/Mote-0O1B20/s1600-h/00010m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SevtYMbI8zI/AAAAAAAAAjI/Mote-0O1B20/s400/00010m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326611984203445042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Any variation of this would be my ideal ensemble for a spring afternoon.  A crisp and light white trench would be completely perfect on those days when the weather is a little chilly when I leave the house.  The lace up flats are particularly cool, and take the sugar edge off of the purple floral frock, which is totally necessary.  I am now also reconsidering the cool factor of the simple and sleek ponytail (I have an aversion to wearing my hair up!), and I'm thinking about putting the zillions of scarves I have to use!  I could make a gargantuan post of the things I'm looking forward to, the beautiful things I'm lusting after, and all the inspiring things I'm surrounded with--but I suppose I will save those for posts to come.  In the meantime, what are you looking forward to/lusting after/inspired by?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SevvLnovj7I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/zw8JeJFXfxE/s1600-h/m_f7d63b178b109b022de3bd3973a4787b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SevvLnovj7I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/zw8JeJFXfxE/s400/m_f7d63b178b109b022de3bd3973a4787b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326613967193214898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiny photo.  Wearing: H&amp;amp;M graphic print dress, Urban Outfitters sheer mint colored top, and Capezio ballet slippers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842920269850437040-3309658370186584269?l=likesolidgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/feeds/3309658370186584269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-want-candy.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842920269850437040/posts/default/3309658370186584269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842920269850437040/posts/default/3309658370186584269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-want-candy.html' title='I want candy.'/><author><name>Marilyn Hayward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960848892484723776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SLbmE-om32I/AAAAAAAAAdw/JbP8cjwYYLs/S220/parteee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SevtYMbI8zI/AAAAAAAAAjI/Mote-0O1B20/s72-c/00010m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842920269850437040.post-1373725720409258760</id><published>2009-04-15T12:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T12:47:20.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Easter Sunday.</title><content type='html'>Yikes!  It has been over a week, and thus, I feel like a terrible and neglectful blogger.  I spent my weekend at home with my family, which was a nice way to de-stress before this last month of school.  I may or may not have feelings of impending doom.  On the bright side (quite literally), Kansas chose to be somewhat spring-weather oriented this week.  And it is pretty damn difficult to be unhappy when it's 65 degrees and sunny outside.  However, it was chilly and rainy on Easter Sunday.  But I was bound and determined to get my Marc by Marc dress out to play for some brunch and champagne!  I even relocated my camera cord and took some photos.  Maybe someday I will become comfortable with taking photographs of myself for this blog, but it is mighty comfortable to do so without feeling completely ridiculous.  You can all see how adorable my dog Stella is, though!  Now,  I am off to practice some music/freak out about a call-back audition!  Merry Wednesday to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SeY5PAmHS_I/AAAAAAAAAjA/Uty28PV42WY/s1600-h/easter2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SeY5PAmHS_I/AAAAAAAAAjA/Uty28PV42WY/s400/easter2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325006539432872946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SeY5A_gKTlI/AAAAAAAAAi4/lSMtbHwVJEY/s1600-h/Easter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SeY5A_gKTlI/AAAAAAAAAi4/lSMtbHwVJEY/s400/Easter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325006298621300306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Marc by Marc Dress, Steve Madden heels (not my first choice of shoes to wear with this dress, but they were all I brought with me back home!), and some vintage bracelets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842920269850437040-1373725720409258760?l=likesolidgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/feeds/1373725720409258760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/2009/04/rainy-easter-sunday.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842920269850437040/posts/default/1373725720409258760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842920269850437040/posts/default/1373725720409258760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/2009/04/rainy-easter-sunday.html' title='Rainy Easter Sunday.'/><author><name>Marilyn Hayward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960848892484723776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SLbmE-om32I/AAAAAAAAAdw/JbP8cjwYYLs/S220/parteee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SeY5PAmHS_I/AAAAAAAAAjA/Uty28PV42WY/s72-c/easter2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842920269850437040.post-7737819136008504516</id><published>2009-04-07T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T16:01:52.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More 90s</title><content type='html'>I'm talking BSC right here.  I loved The Baby-Sitters Club.  Like, read a few in one day loved.  I wish I still read several books a day that I actually enjoy instead of agonizingly trying to fit in reading I book I don't even want to read into my already hectic week.  I've never liked children, but damn it, Ann M. Martin had me believing that being a baby-sitter would be the raddest gig around.  I always liked Stacey because she was a New York City transplant in Stoneybrook.  I sort of liked Dawn too, and had a brief stint cheating on the BSC with the marginally-racy California Diaries that focused around Dawn and her CA group of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whatclaudiawore.blogspot.com/"&gt;What Claudia Wore&lt;/a&gt; is this awesome blog that includes excerpts of the series regarding the details of what my grade school heroines wore.  Those of you who feel like you need to fill a certain BSC-specific void in your life (like myself) will be way into it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SdvV0fSa2zI/AAAAAAAAAiw/jO-UrVA5Rcw/s1600-h/1535621543_190a91940f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SdvV0fSa2zI/AAAAAAAAAiw/jO-UrVA5Rcw/s400/1535621543_190a91940f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322082482397043506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Original: Kristy's Great Idea. What's that?  Are those houndstooth pants that I see?  And some kind of yellow and red printed overalls?  Even while less exciting than Claudia and Stacey's get-ups, there's something to be said about Mary Anne's (denim?) jumper and knee socks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a note unrelated to childhood, Stephanie of Modern Antoinette has tagged me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Respond and rework: answer the questions on your blog, replace one question that you dislike with a question of your own invention, add one more question of your own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Tag eight other un-tagged people.  Eight seems ridiculous! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Questions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What is your current obsession? Uh, school?  Lame, I know, but it's all I've had time to obsess over.  Perhaps also audition preparation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What is your weirdest obsession? Probably strange vintage house wares, like little ceramic animals and plaques that are in the vein of 'God Bless This Trailer'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What are you wearing today? I wore a loose grey long-sleeved thermal, leopard print mini-skirt, motorcycle boots, tights, Pamela Love bear head ring, and giant purple vintage necklace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Why is today special? I got to take a nap? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What would you like to learn to do? Sew!  Spelunk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What’s for dinner today? I have no idea.  I wish it were something really good, but it will probably be something like a PBJ, easy mac, or rice and vegetables.  COLLEGE IS AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What’s the last thing you bought? Like something fun?  Because, I don't remember.  Besides that, I bought lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What are you listening to right now? Charles Gibson...rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What is your favorite weather? Depends on when you ask me.  Right now, I would have to say sunny and 70, because this snow/freezing rain/30 degrees in April thing is super Lame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What is your most challenging goal right now? Getting all of these assignments for Journalism done on time. Getting ready for my audition! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What do you think about the person who tagged you? She is such an awesome blogger! I wish I were that good about taking outfit pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you could have a house totally paid for, fully furnished anywhere in the world, where would you like it to be? New York City brownstone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Favorite vacation spot? Well, New York City I suppose.  I haven't really gotten tired of it after 18 trips so I think it is indeed my favorite, haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What would you like to have in your hands right now? A kitten?  Pad Thai?  A million dollars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What would you like to get rid of? Stress.  Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you could go anywhere in the world for the next hour, where would you go? Homehomehome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; Which language do you want to learn? Well, since I'm working on year two of Russian, I think I'll stick with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What did you dream of last night? I don't remember, but the night before last night I had a dream about high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Who do you want to meet in person? There are way too many...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One thing that you would snitch out of someone’s closet, with no regrets? A dress from Dior's New Look Collection. Vintage, impeccable, timeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What is your dream job? Actress, fashion journalist, stylist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Favorite style steal tv/movie right now: Showgirls.  The Virgin Suicides.  Gossip Girl. &lt;br /&gt;Favorite literary character?  Holly Golightly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842920269850437040-7737819136008504516?l=likesolidgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/feeds/7737819136008504516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-90s.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842920269850437040/posts/default/7737819136008504516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842920269850437040/posts/default/7737819136008504516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-90s.html' title='More 90s'/><author><name>Marilyn Hayward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960848892484723776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SLbmE-om32I/AAAAAAAAAdw/JbP8cjwYYLs/S220/parteee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SdvV0fSa2zI/AAAAAAAAAiw/jO-UrVA5Rcw/s72-c/1535621543_190a91940f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842920269850437040.post-4907584115129314566</id><published>2009-04-04T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T13:33:45.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP, MJ Jeans...(I need advice.)</title><content type='html'>I don't wear pants often.  However, I have managed to wear my favorite pair of denim to shreds.  Quite literally.  The Marc by MJ jeans I purchased...um, awhile ago (okay, so embarrassingly enough, it was way back in my junior year of high school.), are worn through and through.  And not in a cool, distressed, Margiela-Balmain-etc-destroyed-to-perfection kind of way.  They've really reached more of a torn to the point of public indecency stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to this point: I need help.  Until I get my hands on an extra $200 (which will probably be after I graduate from college), I need to find a decent pair of dark denim.  I'm thinking Urban Outiftters because, a.) The store is two blocks from my apartment, and b.) Because unfortuantely, that is the price point I'm working with.  Now, I tend to steer clear of the store because I go in there without money and tend to leave with even less money.  How is that possible?!  Some real G.O.B. Bluth trickery they have going on in there.  Alas, I digress...I've perused the website, which has denim categories of skinny, twig, AND cigarette.  Is that necessary?  Right now, at the top of my list is the BDG Black and Blue skinny.  Before I start settling, does anyone have their own tales of UO denim gone awry to warn me with?  Or perhaps some suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SdfDzJcGqgI/AAAAAAAAAio/w3cTZ0Mdzs8/s1600-h/_5619347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SdfDzJcGqgI/AAAAAAAAAio/w3cTZ0Mdzs8/s400/_5619347.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320936768236071426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, it has been a good threeish-fourish years...This is a photo from nordstroms.com  For some odd reason, as much as I've worn these jeans, I can't find any photos of me wearing them...cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842920269850437040-4907584115129314566?l=likesolidgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/feeds/4907584115129314566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/2009/04/rip-mj-jeansi-need-advice.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842920269850437040/posts/default/4907584115129314566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842920269850437040/posts/default/4907584115129314566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/2009/04/rip-mj-jeansi-need-advice.html' title='RIP, MJ Jeans...(I need advice.)'/><author><name>Marilyn Hayward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960848892484723776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SLbmE-om32I/AAAAAAAAAdw/JbP8cjwYYLs/S220/parteee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SdfDzJcGqgI/AAAAAAAAAio/w3cTZ0Mdzs8/s72-c/_5619347.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842920269850437040.post-8319533377447351623</id><published>2009-04-02T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T11:13:41.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kurt, Courtney, and the 90s.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SdT98CSvUEI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hny7xEZfBU4/s1600-h/Sassy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SdT98CSvUEI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hny7xEZfBU4/s400/Sassy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320156267680845890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have previously mentioned that I was very much a 90s grunge child.  My seven-year-old self was pure 90s; from my momentarily pink streaked hair (thanks, Mom!), to the flannel shirt tied around my waist, right down to my marbled black and silver doc marten boots.  So I was pretty giddy about reminiscing after coming across a couple of things that made me nostalgic for a time when "Clarissa Explains it All"was the only television show I needed, and when I had a seemingly infinite scrunchie collection (both for actual hair use and around-the-wrist action).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a brother 8 years my senior, my musical tastes really revolved around what he was listening to at the moment.  And in the 90s, it was all about Nirvana.  So, maybe it was also about Green Day, the Offspring, and R.E.M., but mostly--it was Nirvana.   I came across this &lt;a href="http://www.iheartdaily.com/2009/04/flashback-kurt-courtney-.html"&gt;I Heart Daily Flashback&lt;/a&gt; piece on Kurt and Courtney's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sassy&lt;/span&gt; magazine interview, and knew I should pass the link along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, the Erin Wasson-styled photographs on &lt;a href="http://www.elle.com/Fashion/Fashion-Spotlight/Fashion-Spotlight-Smells-Like-Teen-Spirit/%28imageIndex%29/10/%28play%29/false"&gt;elle.com&lt;/a&gt; are perfectly 90s and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Empire Records&lt;/span&gt; inspired.  A few of my favorites from the bunch below.  Check out the link to see the rest!  It's all about the shredded and faded denim, worn-in cardigans, crop tops, florals and flannel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SdT-qB4mfMI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/t0Y6LIWPrus/s1600-h/Imogen-Poots_gallery-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SdT-qB4mfMI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/t0Y6LIWPrus/s400/Imogen-Poots_gallery-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320157057845198018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SdT-xDEHe2I/AAAAAAAAAiY/HQ_k1BcyttQ/s1600-h/Freida-Michael_gallery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SdT-xDEHe2I/AAAAAAAAAiY/HQ_k1BcyttQ/s400/Freida-Michael_gallery.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320157178421017442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SdT_xCGIh2I/AAAAAAAAAig/tlrgTdZ8FZo/s1600-h/Isabel-Sarah-Krysten_gallery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SdT_xCGIh2I/AAAAAAAAAig/tlrgTdZ8FZo/s400/Isabel-Sarah-Krysten_gallery.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320158277672666978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842920269850437040-8319533377447351623?l=likesolidgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/feeds/8319533377447351623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/2009/04/kurt-courtney-and-90s.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842920269850437040/posts/default/8319533377447351623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842920269850437040/posts/default/8319533377447351623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/2009/04/kurt-courtney-and-90s.html' title='Kurt, Courtney, and the 90s.'/><author><name>Marilyn Hayward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960848892484723776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SLbmE-om32I/AAAAAAAAAdw/JbP8cjwYYLs/S220/parteee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SdT98CSvUEI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hny7xEZfBU4/s72-c/Sassy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842920269850437040.post-3274696061784467019</id><published>2009-03-30T19:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T19:46:59.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is that me, Marc?!</title><content type='html'>I interrupt your reading of sensible blogs with this mildly ridiculous one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have discovered an uncanny resemblance betwixt myself and Miss Marc.  I find this hilariously coincidental, and had to share!  Observe: Myself looking frazzled in a photo taken on Route 66 after about 14 hours in the car, and the Marc by Marc coin purse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SdGDaW09RFI/AAAAAAAAAiA/UyASHanvbk4/s1600-h/msmarcme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SdGDaW09RFI/AAAAAAAAAiA/UyASHanvbk4/s400/msmarcme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319177123728802898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SdGC6K9dKjI/AAAAAAAAAh4/OlgxFdf8XG8/s1600-h/miss+marc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SdGC6K9dKjI/AAAAAAAAAh4/OlgxFdf8XG8/s400/miss+marc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319176570787408434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842920269850437040-3274696061784467019?l=likesolidgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/feeds/3274696061784467019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-that-me-marc.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842920269850437040/posts/default/3274696061784467019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842920269850437040/posts/default/3274696061784467019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-that-me-marc.html' title='Is that me, Marc?!'/><author><name>Marilyn Hayward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960848892484723776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SLbmE-om32I/AAAAAAAAAdw/JbP8cjwYYLs/S220/parteee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SdGDaW09RFI/AAAAAAAAAiA/UyASHanvbk4/s72-c/msmarcme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842920269850437040.post-7633192819404824272</id><published>2009-03-28T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T09:42:21.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Как по русский Georgia?</title><content type='html'>When I first stumbled upon these photos (shout out to Vintage Veggie's blog!) I thought Georgia Jagger was Lara Stone.  I love Lara Stone.  Thus, I am loving Georgia Jagger.  Something about the air of Bardot, nonchalant sexiness and the imperfect gap-toothed mouth, I think.  Upon further research, I discovered the photographs were shot for Vogue Russia.  Being the Russian nerd that I am, this really excited me, and I knew I had to share.  So dear friends, behold!  The red lips, smoky eyes, and supremely rumpled hair perfectly complement the 80s/ early 90s ensembles of excess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/Sc5TVmealQI/AAAAAAAAAhw/_2Q15Uoyf5s/s1600-h/georgia-jagger-editorial-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/Sc5TVmealQI/AAAAAAAAAhw/_2Q15Uoyf5s/s400/georgia-jagger-editorial-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318279840541611266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/Sc5TSuDx3TI/AAAAAAAAAho/8hqz9yl365I/s1600-h/georgia-jagger-editorial-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/Sc5TSuDx3TI/AAAAAAAAAho/8hqz9yl365I/s400/georgia-jagger-editorial-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318279791037766962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842920269850437040-7633192819404824272?l=likesolidgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/feeds/7633192819404824272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/2009/03/georgia.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842920269850437040/posts/default/7633192819404824272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842920269850437040/posts/default/7633192819404824272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/2009/03/georgia.html' title='Как по русский Georgia?'/><author><name>Marilyn Hayward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960848892484723776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SLbmE-om32I/AAAAAAAAAdw/JbP8cjwYYLs/S220/parteee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/Sc5TVmealQI/AAAAAAAAAhw/_2Q15Uoyf5s/s72-c/georgia-jagger-editorial-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842920269850437040.post-3215423542558355786</id><published>2009-03-26T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T12:29:30.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Los Angeles, I'm Yours</title><content type='html'>More on L.A...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Celebrity Sightings:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fergie&lt;br /&gt;Mike Dirnt of Green Day (I wanted to thank him for giving me a great first concert experience at the age of 7.  I was such an 90's alt rock child...)&lt;br /&gt;The guy with the stupid hair from The Secret Life of the American Teenager (How hilarious is that show?  Plus, Molly Ringwald.  Bomb stuff.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Purchases&lt;/span&gt; (photos likely to come as items make outfit appearances):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black lace dress? Top? Thing to wear with discretion? (all of the above) from Forever 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long, sheer, soft-as-butter lilac racer bank tank top from Forever 21.  I had to buy this for $9 after touching the $80 version from the T by Alexander Wang line at Barney's.  This is a total knock off.  Oh, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big gold statement necklace and some round shades, also from Forever 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supercrazyawesome black suede Steve Madden heels with a hidden platform (those are life savers, in my opinion) and multiple ankle straps to boot.  Just the kind of pseudo-bondage shoe I was hoping to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marc by Marc tote in a red-orange shade that I'm obsessed with and trimmed in navy leather.  Makes me feel like I should carry it while wearing a tube top and roller skating.  In other words, I find it to be adorably 70s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marc by Marc paint-stroke like  dress.  It is so beautiful, and the colors are primarily blue and another color I'm obsessed with, sherbert peach.  I can't wait to wear it once the forecast stops calling for snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside of L.A. purchases from Spring Break includes lots of thrifted vintage (some of which will be SOLD in the near future on eBay.  Any old readers remember that I sell vintage once in a while?  Solid Gold Vintage will be back, mark my words!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Outfits Worn:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/ScvVC4FQk9I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/jTLbQLF91sg/s1600-h/LA+-+04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/ScvVC4FQk9I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/jTLbQLF91sg/s400/LA+-+04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317578030431900626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Disneyland.  Floral dress: vintage, Levi's Denim Jacket: vintage, Leggings: American Apparel, Navy shoes: Keds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/ScvVjHyXrrI/AAAAAAAAAhY/7oaReyOJGHs/s1600-h/LA+-+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/ScvVjHyXrrI/AAAAAAAAAhY/7oaReyOJGHs/s400/LA+-+11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317578584403455666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress: Vintage, Blazer: Vintage Escada, Black eyelet motorcycle boots: Urban Outfitters&lt;br /&gt;Coral and gold chain link necklace: Vintage, Gold bracelet: Vintage from India&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/ScvWBxfTlfI/AAAAAAAAAhg/CUwsIZjJGhg/s1600-h/LA+-+14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/ScvWBxfTlfI/AAAAAAAAAhg/CUwsIZjJGhg/s400/LA+-+14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317579110993860082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look painfully bored...yikes!  The aforementioned purple tank and sunglasses: Forver 21, white blazer: H&amp;amp;M, pencil skirt: American Apparel, repeat: boots, bracelet, and necklace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to keep up with regular posting, but I have so much to do lately!  Anyone else out there horrifyingly busy with school work and the like?  If so, do something nice for yourselves this weekend. Take a mental health day! I plan on working from my bed on Saturday and not getting out of my pajamas until at least four p.m.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842920269850437040-3215423542558355786?l=likesolidgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/feeds/3215423542558355786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/2009/03/los-angeles-im-yours.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842920269850437040/posts/default/3215423542558355786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842920269850437040/posts/default/3215423542558355786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/2009/03/los-angeles-im-yours.html' title='Los Angeles, I&apos;m Yours'/><author><name>Marilyn Hayward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960848892484723776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SLbmE-om32I/AAAAAAAAAdw/JbP8cjwYYLs/S220/parteee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/ScvVC4FQk9I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/jTLbQLF91sg/s72-c/LA+-+04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842920269850437040.post-6008734522542707690</id><published>2009-03-24T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T12:30:47.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged (A few times over...)</title><content type='html'>I have returned!  While I have some substantial posts in the works, I will instead use this time to address the many tags/awards I've amounted while I was away.  Have to pay it forward to my fellow bloggers!  First off, I was tagged by &lt;a href="http://fashionasaweapon.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tereza&lt;/a&gt; to do this fun survey that should keep my productivity at bay (so much homework and unpacking to do...no, thanks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-What is [are] your current obsession[s]? &lt;/span&gt;Sherbert colors, Lolita, sunshine, the 70s, interior decorating, my new LA purchases...I could go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-What do you see outside your window?  &lt;/span&gt;Blue sky, the house next to my apartment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Do you nap a lot? &lt;/span&gt;I try not to, it always screws me over.  But if I get four hours of sleep or less, I probably will nap.   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Who was the last person you hugged? &lt;/span&gt;My mother, actually.  Which isn't typical because we live 2.5 hours apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Which animal would you be? &lt;/span&gt;This makes me sound horribly lazy, but I would totally want to be a pretty Persian cat owned by a rich old woman.  The kind of lady who would feed me Fancy Feast out of a cut crystal glass, you know.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What’s for dinner? &lt;/span&gt;That's a good question, probably lots of strange snacks as I'm going to a postmortem party for a musical I just finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-What was the last thing you bought? &lt;/span&gt;Marc by Marc dress...I'm in love.  Add that to obsessions to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-What are you listening to right now? &lt;/span&gt;The Dream of Evan and Chan, Dntel&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What is your favourite weather? &lt;/span&gt;It varies.  I really like 72 degrees with a light breeze and sunshine.  But I also have a soft spot (especially after experiencing the wrath of summer in Kansas) for rainy and cool overcast days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-What’s on your beside table? &lt;/span&gt;I don't have a bedside table, only a giant stack of magazines that makes for a nice table...my remote is sitting atop the stack.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Say something to the person/s who tagged you. &lt;/span&gt;I never told Tereza why I asked if she was Czech, but the reason I asked is because I'm a Slavic Langauges and Literatures minor and was curious!  I think it's awesome!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If you could have a house totally paid for, fully furni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shed anywhere in the world, where would you want it to be?&lt;/span&gt; New York City in a gorgeous brownstone on the Lower West Side.  That'd be some prime real estate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Where are you typing from right now? &lt;/span&gt;My bedroom in good old Kansas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-A book you're currently reading?&lt;/span&gt; Notes from the Underground, Dostoevsky &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What would you like to have in your arms right now?&lt;/span&gt; Free time isn't really tangible, and you can't hold it, but I would love to have some more of that.  Despite that fact that I'm just coming off of Spring Break.  Damn.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your favourite tea flavour?&lt;/span&gt; Greeeeeen.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If you could go anywhere in the world for the next hour, where would you go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; I would probably go home and hang out with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-What did you want to become as a child? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;An actress.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If you could revamp the style in your town, how would you?&lt;/span&gt; I would just try to help other people quit worrying about how they'll be perceived by others based upon what they're wearing.  And I would yank all of the counterfeit bags out of the hands of the masses of girls on my campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-What is your plan for tomorrow? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Russian Cultures class, Russian Language class, Western Civ II class, come home and seriously unpack...seriously.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What color do you find yourself wearing more often than not?&lt;/span&gt; Purple.  This is a new thing, and I've just noticed.  I've been buying and wearing purple way often...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://prettyexquisite.blogspot.com/"&gt;Emmy&lt;/a&gt; passed this sweet little item to me, and I'll tag:&lt;br /&gt;Brittany of &lt;a href="http://bonesandstars.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bones + Stars.&lt;br /&gt;Rand of &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://justrand.blogspot.com/"&gt;Oui Oui London Please&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SckxKA47woI/AAAAAAAAAg4/zQKTGfOzRIY/s1600-h/Award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 149px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SckxKA47woI/AAAAAAAAAg4/zQKTGfOzRIY/s200/Award.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316834883194831490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, The ever sweet Stephanie at Modern Antoinette gave me this cool stamp of approval.  I'm tagging:&lt;br /&gt;Sarah at &lt;a href="http://macaroniclub.blogspot.com/"&gt;Macaroni Club&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna at &lt;a href="http://vintageveggie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vintage Veggie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/Sckz0chLoOI/AAAAAAAAAhA/D7aOIWVE0hk/s1600-h/ilikeyouLACE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/Sckz0chLoOI/AAAAAAAAAhA/D7aOIWVE0hk/s200/ilikeyouLACE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316837811189162210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...now go enjoy yourselves.  Read, watch, write, and do what makes you happy.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/Sck0ilFzkWI/AAAAAAAAAhI/BeviRFa0U8M/s1600-h/5.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/Sck0ilFzkWI/AAAAAAAAAhI/BeviRFa0U8M/s400/5.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316838603764240738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842920269850437040-6008734522542707690?l=likesolidgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/feeds/6008734522542707690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/2009/03/tagged-few-times-over.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842920269850437040/posts/default/6008734522542707690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842920269850437040/posts/default/6008734522542707690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/2009/03/tagged-few-times-over.html' title='Tagged (A few times over...)'/><author><name>Marilyn Hayward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960848892484723776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SLbmE-om32I/AAAAAAAAAdw/JbP8cjwYYLs/S220/parteee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SckxKA47woI/AAAAAAAAAg4/zQKTGfOzRIY/s72-c/Award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842920269850437040.post-3343601713697846443</id><published>2009-03-17T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T18:50:28.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sprung</title><content type='html'>An outfit post!  It's spring break, so I've got time for something crazy like that.  I spent my day (80 degree day, that is)  thrifting, drinking a slush, and singing in the car with the windows down.   All in all, pretty great way to spend a day.  I'll be gone until Monday.  I'm off to Southern California the remainder of my break!  I'm hoping to post some while I'm away, though...For those of you on spring break as well, hope you're all enjoying some time off.  I know that I certainly am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/ScBSxgbOF3I/AAAAAAAAAgw/pWMNZA_U2MA/s1600-h/flowerz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/ScBSxgbOF3I/AAAAAAAAAgw/pWMNZA_U2MA/s400/flowerz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314338570768357234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dress: Urban Outfitters, Levi's Denim Jacket: vintage, necklace: vintage, bracelet: vintage, jelly flats: Urban Outfitters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842920269850437040-3343601713697846443?l=likesolidgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/feeds/3343601713697846443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/2009/03/sprung.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842920269850437040/posts/default/3343601713697846443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842920269850437040/posts/default/3343601713697846443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/2009/03/sprung.html' title='Sprung'/><author><name>Marilyn Hayward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960848892484723776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SLbmE-om32I/AAAAAAAAAdw/JbP8cjwYYLs/S220/parteee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/ScBSxgbOF3I/AAAAAAAAAgw/pWMNZA_U2MA/s72-c/flowerz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842920269850437040.post-8554887942505973195</id><published>2009-03-14T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T13:12:36.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bohemian Deluxe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;While I have a definite appreciation for the days of yore, when women didn't leave the house without matching their handbag to their shoes, my favorite looks are all about the mix. I have an infatuation with styling pieces that juxtapose each other. Usually, I demonstrate this in my outfits by toughening up sweet, feminine pieces with something a little masculine or edgy. The mixture of masculine/feminine is a good stand-by, but on my radar recently has been the less overt union of free-spirited bohemian elements with pieces that are sleek or opulent. I'm particularly loving plaits in the hair as not only a breezy looking and springtime-perfect hairstyle, but as an accessory to add a touch of flower child to otherwise sophisticated looks. Stephanie of &lt;a href="http://modernantoinette.blogspot.com/"&gt;Modern Antoinette&lt;/a&gt; is a beautiful example of what I'm so into right now.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SbwOyxatrhI/AAAAAAAAAgg/Ig3EduUnJZc/s1600-h/StephMA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SbwOyxatrhI/AAAAAAAAAgg/Ig3EduUnJZc/s400/StephMA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313137925811973650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The braid she's adorned her perfect head of curls with is offset with a cool leather jacket and gilded accessories.  I am unfortuantely a total klutz when it comes to french braiding, so every time I try to replicate this style on myself, it turns out to be an epic fail.  Care to give me some lessons in the perfect braid, Stephanie?  Head over to her site for more photos of her impeccable hair and outfits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SbwPE-7V50I/AAAAAAAAAgo/LLtvNHg4-p8/s1600-h/MKbraidfur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SbwPE-7V50I/AAAAAAAAAgo/LLtvNHg4-p8/s400/MKbraidfur.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313138238676133698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo of Mary Kate has always been a memorable one to me.  So memorable, that I would not settle for any other photo of MK and her milk-maid braids because I was so dead set on finding this exact one.  Why?  Because she's sporting her hippie hair with a fur stole, making this ensemble something like a free-love/old hollywood hybrid.  While I'm not a fur advocate, finding the right faux or vintage wrap could be great addition to luxe up a look.  Plus, the braids and fur combo is pretty unexpected with this dress.  How awesome is the sheer, boned bodice?  Great and unique accessories too with the feathered (maybe?) bag and stack of metal bangles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, off to go attempt to place a braid in my own hair....yikes.  Oh, and also! Anyone reading who wants to link up, just let me know!  I'm always looking to swap links and expand my own link list.  Have a beautiful weekend, lovelies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842920269850437040-8554887942505973195?l=likesolidgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/feeds/8554887942505973195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/2009/03/bohemian-deluxe.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842920269850437040/posts/default/8554887942505973195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842920269850437040/posts/default/8554887942505973195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/2009/03/bohemian-deluxe.html' title='Bohemian Deluxe.'/><author><name>Marilyn Hayward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960848892484723776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SLbmE-om32I/AAAAAAAAAdw/JbP8cjwYYLs/S220/parteee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SbwOyxatrhI/AAAAAAAAAgg/Ig3EduUnJZc/s72-c/StephMA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842920269850437040.post-8565358070973273357</id><published>2009-03-13T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T00:05:43.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Word on the Street</title><content type='html'>My favorite street style photographs of the week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/Sbnam2cuaoI/AAAAAAAAAf4/otqiqLuWVVw/s1600-h/Alana+Zimmer+Paris-thumb-500x749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/Sbnam2cuaoI/AAAAAAAAAf4/otqiqLuWVVw/s400/Alana+Zimmer+Paris-thumb-500x749.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312517596446091906" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: AltaMiraNYC via Teen Vogue. Why I'm digging it: How SICK are those stockings?! Alas, they are Gaultier and I will likely never get my hands on them until something similar trickles down.  The boots have a perfectly slouchy cuff and shaft, but the heel adds a sleek element.  Plus, the a.wang bag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SbnbW9F46zI/AAAAAAAAAgA/av-2i3JlvzE/s1600-h/Louisefh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SbnbW9F46zI/AAAAAAAAAgA/av-2i3JlvzE/s400/Louisefh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312518422863080242" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: The Face Hunter.  Why I'm digging it: Louise can do no wrong.  I love it from top to bottom.  The head band, band/military inspired jacket, fringed oversized clutch, matte leather-like leggings, and ankle boots are perfection.  Not only are they all stand out pieces alone, but they look fantastic together.  Oh yeah, I also love her hair and wish mine would look like that every. Single. Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/Sbnc2qGHmOI/AAAAAAAAAgI/uMLsQg3T9Yc/s1600-h/susangarance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/Sbnc2qGHmOI/AAAAAAAAAgI/uMLsQg3T9Yc/s400/susangarance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312520067031210210" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Source: Garance Dore.  Why I'm digging it: I rarely wear pants.  If I could style them as expertly as this lady, I may reconsider.  The jeans are perfectly worn in without being too overtly 'destroyed,' and they are moderatly high-waisted without venturing into the way trendy 'mom jean' territory.    I'm way into the skinny belt, and the color of that over sized scarf is the most perfectly ripe hue of juicy orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/Sbndn7rXwbI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/bDjOKXy8p_U/s1600-h/yellowgarance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/Sbndn7rXwbI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/bDjOKXy8p_U/s400/yellowgarance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312520913564451250" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: Garance Dore again.  Why I'm digging it: That saffron jacket!  AHH.  I'm not exactly sure what is going with that non-bow shoulder to shoulder sash thing, but I am way into it.  I'm sort of surprised that I'm lusting over something as simple as a structured black bag with minimal gold hardware, but next the thrifting trip I take I will be on the lookout.  This photo also makes me want to stack on a bunch of glittery, delicate bangles.  All about the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SbnfhmFaXSI/AAAAAAAAAgY/niBpZvIPa-s/s1600-h/monosart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SbnfhmFaXSI/AAAAAAAAAgY/niBpZvIPa-s/s400/monosart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312523003712134434" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: The Sartorialist.  Why I'm digging it: A fantastic monochromatic look.  I feel like every time I try to go for a monochromatic black ensemble, I just look like I'm wearing a sad jumble of shades of black that faded in the washing machine.  I think she pulls it off because of the multiple textures.  Wool cape (I WANT A CAPE!), leather gloves, hardware bedecked leather bag, perfectly opaque leggings, and shiny but not patent lace-ups.  It all works beautifully.  Who needs ivory when you've got ebony that looks this fantastic?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842920269850437040-8565358070973273357?l=likesolidgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/feeds/8565358070973273357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/2009/03/word-on-street.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842920269850437040/posts/default/8565358070973273357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842920269850437040/posts/default/8565358070973273357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/2009/03/word-on-street.html' title='Word on the Street'/><author><name>Marilyn Hayward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960848892484723776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SLbmE-om32I/AAAAAAAAAdw/JbP8cjwYYLs/S220/parteee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/Sbnam2cuaoI/AAAAAAAAAf4/otqiqLuWVVw/s72-c/Alana+Zimmer+Paris-thumb-500x749.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842920269850437040.post-6625214577057189031</id><published>2009-03-11T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T09:56:28.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luxe.</title><content type='html'>A few things I am slightly obsessing over at the moment:&lt;br /&gt;Hugely brimmed hats.&lt;br /&gt;MAC Lipstick in Russian Red. Stays put on your lips through most anything. I swear by it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pamelalovenyc.com/"&gt;Pamela Love&lt;/a&gt; Jewelry. I have the bear head ring pictured below, and I never take it off.&lt;br /&gt;Faux Mongolian fur coats and gilets.&lt;br /&gt;Circular Shades.&lt;br /&gt;Studio 54 photos.&lt;br /&gt;Things generally reminiscent of 1970s decadence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/70s_luxe/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=7153775"&gt;&lt;img alt="70s Luxe" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFnhNbURxYlVPM2hHM3ZHUXktMy1BWWcAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="70s Luxe" border="0" height="400" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/70s_luxe/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=7153775"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=142585"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polyvore set includes: MAC Lipstick, bleudame.com sunglasses, American Apparel hat, Topshop coat, Pamela Love ring, and an epic Debbie Harry/Jerry Hall Studio 54 photo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842920269850437040-6625214577057189031?l=likesolidgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/feeds/6625214577057189031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/2009/03/luxe.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842920269850437040/posts/default/6625214577057189031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842920269850437040/posts/default/6625214577057189031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/2009/03/luxe.html' title='Luxe.'/><author><name>Marilyn Hayward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960848892484723776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SLbmE-om32I/AAAAAAAAAdw/JbP8cjwYYLs/S220/parteee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842920269850437040.post-8775532152991790200</id><published>2009-03-11T13:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T14:46:53.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1970s Daydream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SbgvSWZuFiI/AAAAAAAAAfg/_VaeLi5tw7Q/s1600-h/3224316963_53317dd743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SbgvSWZuFiI/AAAAAAAAAfg/_VaeLi5tw7Q/s320/3224316963_53317dd743.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312047752781108770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something about the weather warming up that makes me only want to wear floral mini dresses and grow my hair ridiculously long.  Thus, I am becoming obsessed with the 1970s and anything that makes my mind wander to green grass, sugary air, sun-drenched days, and infinite amounts of free time.  The Lisbon daughters of the Virgin Suicides, Brady girls, and Shelley Duvall (the actress pictured above) are perfect examples of how I want to be dressed on such idyllic days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/Sbgu7rfsA6I/AAAAAAAAAfY/mw8pHsoekWQ/s1600-h/1194_26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/Sbgu7rfsA6I/AAAAAAAAAfY/mw8pHsoekWQ/s320/1194_26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312047363306292130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/Sbgu0-4U8PI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/_wsKezv5f08/s1600-h/1428923511_e5c29fd488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/Sbgu0-4U8PI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/_wsKezv5f08/s320/1428923511_e5c29fd488.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312047248250826994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My own interpretation, with several variations to come, I'm sure:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SbgxJAsv5LI/AAAAAAAAAfw/PzdyBRB6WG8/s1600-h/1119879228_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SbgxJAsv5LI/AAAAAAAAAfw/PzdyBRB6WG8/s400/1119879228_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312049791359771826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White eyelet mini-dress by kimichi and blue, vintage suede boots, vintage band jacket.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842920269850437040-8775532152991790200?l=likesolidgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/feeds/8775532152991790200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/2009/03/follow-my-blog-with-bloglovin.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842920269850437040/posts/default/8775532152991790200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842920269850437040/posts/default/8775532152991790200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/2009/03/follow-my-blog-with-bloglovin.html' title='1970s Daydream.'/><author><name>Marilyn Hayward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960848892484723776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SLbmE-om32I/AAAAAAAAAdw/JbP8cjwYYLs/S220/parteee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SbgvSWZuFiI/AAAAAAAAAfg/_VaeLi5tw7Q/s72-c/3224316963_53317dd743.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7842920269850437040.post-6825088922639474794</id><published>2009-03-11T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T13:24:38.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SbgdsVEJe1I/AAAAAAAAAe4/d2kEvIlUSVE/s1600-h/Karlie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SbgdsVEJe1I/AAAAAAAAAe4/d2kEvIlUSVE/s320/Karlie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312028407889492818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solid Gold was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://stylealamoda.blogspot.com"&gt;style a la moda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solid Gold is:&lt;br /&gt;fashionlifestylecultureartloveetc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emphasis on the etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned. Stay Golden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7842920269850437040-6825088922639474794?l=likesolidgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/feeds/6825088922639474794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/2009/03/beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842920269850437040/posts/default/6825088922639474794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7842920269850437040/posts/default/6825088922639474794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://likesolidgold.blogspot.com/2009/03/beginning.html' title='The Beginning.'/><author><name>Marilyn Hayward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09960848892484723776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SLbmE-om32I/AAAAAAAAAdw/JbP8cjwYYLs/S220/parteee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-zFE3LKJwJM/SbgdsVEJe1I/AAAAAAAAAe4/d2kEvIlUSVE/s72-c/Karlie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
