Partea in the Garden

Monday, June 29, 2009

White on White

I am too ghostly for summer and Jergens smells like maple syrup. Yum, I'm a waffle. 

Raybans: Vintage (Stolen from Daddy), Blazer: Urban, V: AA, Jeans: Bullhead Denim, Shoes: Enzo Angiolini 

I've had my eye on white jeans lately and when accosted by a saleslady urging me to pick out another pair of jeans I decided to finally take the plunge. 

I'm super nervous about spilling something on them/sitting in something/being greeted by muddy dogs/falling into a tar pit but I'll just have to do my best to keep my whites their whitest. After all, white pants make white legs slightly less transparent. 

Three more work days until VACATION! I'm jumping out of my pasty skin here with anticipation. The Jersey Shore, endearingly referred to as "America's armpit" (among other things), is waiting for my arrival as eagerly I'm sure as I yearn for it. Gray oceans and gray seagulls, sticky air and sticky fingers, pizza, sunscreen, drunken fools, Ahh... Summer. :) 

Most delicious fruit salad I've ever concocted. Strawberries, Blueberries, Pineapple, Kiwi, Grapes, and a little bit of Mango. Godly. And of course my Grande Skinny Vanilla Latte, Extra Hot, No Foam. 

Be Sweet


Friday, June 19, 2009


Peeking shyly through my window, the sun finally arrived this morning. Granted, the weather has yet to become ideal, but when coupled with the fact that yesterday was PAYDAY I'm doing some summer shopping. Inspiration shopping really, as internships don't generally lend themselves to expendable bank accounts.

No less enamored am I with these pieces.

Clockwise from top left: LNA, LaROK, LaROK, Mike & Chris, RayBan, Pencey, Rebecca Minkoff, LNA.

Photos: Shopbop and Free People

Its Friday, Get the Partea Started,

xoxo Brittany

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Never Call Me Ma'am

The sky is a perpetually ominous and gray. It's heartbreaking.
I want the sun and a boat.

These Diesel ads intrigue me. Making light of a real issue. (This is where I announce: "Save the Earth" while flashing peace signs and a garish grin.) I mock myself.

Just started a Hostessing job in addition to my forty hours a week filing papers for bureaucracy. The whole Hooters thing would never have worked out so well for my dignity.

I'm going to shake things up. I'm going to discover Mayan Temples. I don't know what I'm talking about anymore.

Please, If you ever work in customer service, unless a woman is gray-haired and wrinkled, refer to her as "Miss" as opposed to "Ma'am." The latter is slightly insulting to a girl of nineteen. And presumably any woman under the age of seventy.

If I had one superpower it would be Teleportation. That way I could save myself the $500 in airfare to go West.

Love You, Brittany

Monday, June 1, 2009

Farm Girl

Hanes T, Shorts; H&M, Cardi; Old Navy, Vans (I don't think I've worn these in a year) 

My summer internship is excruciatingly boring. Tedious at times, but most often just boring. 
Hence I must find super exciting things to do to make up for the time I spend being an anti-productive engineer. 
Cory and I went on an adventure. Constituted as such because I refused to tell him where we were going... (considering I didn't know myself where I was leading him.)
Notice the John Deere... 

And then we got ice cream... and as a tribute to Sara and her obsession with food photos we captured this lovely shot of me engorging myself.