Jensin Town

Anyone seen a cuter clothesline?

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I saw this clutch on Trust Your Style yesterday and I think it could easily qualify as a great default clutch: perfect size, great color, and cute style.

Did anyone else stay up on Monday night to watch the Leonid meteor shower?  After going to the Morrison Planetarium in Golden Gate park and watching “Journey to the Stars” in the digital dome (which was awesome!), I was really excited to do some star-gazing to put my new knowledge to use.  I went to my friend Kevin’s house and we laid on the roof for a couple of hours.  It was a clear night, and despite all of the lights in the city we still spotted about 15 meteors.  The peak time was from 1-2am, and although we both needed multiple cups of coffee the next morning at work, it was definitely worth the wait. 

As some of you may know, my main client at work is Gap.  I go to Gap headquarters most days and sit in the auditor room with my wonderful co-workers who help keep me busy and entertained all day (and night at times).  We got an email last week updating us on the new Gap advertising campaign and the URL to their new ad website: www.cheerfactory.com. We all agreed that this is a great step for Gap… ever since their Christmas ads from several years back, they seemed to be on the backburner for a while in the marketing world. These holiday cheers are enough to lift anyone’s mood, and they are free to send anyone who needs a pick-me-up.  So if you are dreading that pile of Christmas cards that has been sitting on your dresser, don’t even bother picking up your pen this year.  Just hit send :)

After being with the same person for over three years, it was painfully difficult to carry on with my life after we went our separate ways a little over a month ago.  Everything I did no longer included my other half as usual… it made my world feel so unfamiliar.  I know that everyone copes with these kinds of things differently.  Many people pick up a new habit, such as painting or cooking.  Others may just lay in bed and cry until the pain feels weak.  And some of us, such as myself, find ways to live their lives through others in order to forget about their own by reading blogs.  Looking back over the last month, I think of all of the people I have learned from.  I see all of the images of adorable room decorations and DIY projects.  I have lists of new recipes to try.  I am planning where my next vacation will take me.  These blogs have done wonders for me and I wish I could personally thank some if not all of their authors for giving me something to think about that was so far disconnected from my current life siutation.  But at the end of the day, there is one more thing that stares me in the face and reminds me ever so firmly of my other coping mechanism: my bank account.

Let’s not lie, spending money can feel like a magical healing aid at times.  Swiping my credit card has been feeling dangerously good these past few weeks, and the effect it has had on my checking account is becoming… large.  But who is to deny a heart-broken girl from going out and doing what makes her feel better at a time like this?  The shopping bags are beginning to pile up, but I can easily blame that on a much needed wardrobe.  As I just started a new job, I need some more professional clothes of course.  And those new Vera Wang heels obviously fit into that category… when I am trying to look professional on the weekends, which totally counts.  And let’s not forget that now I live in a city that is significantly colder than my last home, so I am left with no choice but to buy some new jackets.

And scarves.

And boots.

And that awesome new bra from Victoria’s Secret.

But that’s not the point.  The point is, I have been doing what makes me feel all good and warm inside.  Just because I bought those night gowns because they reminded me of Blair Waldorf from Gossip Girl does not mean I didn’t need some new sleepwear.  And despite the negative effect it has had on my Bank of America checking account (and my credit card… shh), I can fall asleep smiling as images of my new items dance through my head.  I know I need to slow down the swiping in the near future, but for now I will indulge to my heart’s content.  The End. :)

Any friend who finds their way to my house on Sundays is guaranteed a scrumptious meal.  Mom’s french toast and Barefoot Contessa’s maple roasted bacon is enough to bring a smile to anyone’s face.

On Sunday night Steph and I had some of our favorites over for dinner (we are trying to make this a weekly ritual). After enjoying homemade stew with dumplings, we broke out a box of Bertie Bott’s Jelly Beans. The catch: Some of the beans were the regular yummy flavors, and some were the “I think I just threw up in my mouth a little” flavors, and they looked identical. So of course the 6 of us went around the table taking turns eating the jelly beans while everyone anxiously awaited the following facial expression, which was either a smile of relief or a pre-vomit expression accompanied by flared nostrils. It was quite entertaining, especially when Stefan and DJ ate booger flavored ones and described them as salty. Nasty.

Our votes came up with these as the most risky pairs to gamble with: Peaches or Vomit, Juicy Pear or Booger, and Black Licorice or Skunk.

My Mom is obsessed beyond belief with our dogs down in San Diego.  Since I am living in San Francisco I did not have the pleasure of witnessing them all dressed up in my old cheerleading uniforms for Halloween this year… But my stepdad did the honor of documenting it. And sending me the evidence.

My mouth started watering when I spotted these on You Are My Fave.  Smores hold a special place in my heart, as they should in everyone’s.  In fact, I could really use a smore right now.  Sitting around a fire and eating gooey marshmellows and melted chocolate sounds so much more appealing than the 35th floor of an office building.  At least I have a window?

While I was browsing A Cup of Jo I came across a post about this movie.  I have watched the trailer twice already and I am so excited to see it!  I looks like something that anyone can enjoy… I mean, Steve Martin and Meryl Streep smoking a joint?  What more could you be looking for!  And let’s not lie ladies, looking at John Krasinski for a couple of hours doesn’t sound so bad either.