I was out having coffee with my friend last night when I saw a girl walked in the cafe carrying the most perfect vintage bag ever. Deep blue pebbled leather with no fancy ornaments, made in a time when people know how to dress really well. Some people have no idea how hard it is to find a bag like this these days, and when I asked her where she found it? Goodwill for $1.50. I realize how vain it can be to talk about nothing but fashion at times, but this little incident is making me a little bit jealous:>

I had a good Christmas night, although my dinner was so enormous that I felt like a little ant who had to eat away an entire pie.

random pictures

jewelry I'm wearing at the moment.
tea
night scene at new port beach

coffee

zaru soba

school is over at the moment. that means sleeping in on cold mornings and not having to get my first cup of coffee before the sun comes up.

the perfect duffle coat.

look what goody arrived in the mail today:)

vintage knitting pattern for Bear brand and Fleisher yarns.

didn't turn light on in the room except for my mini Christmas tree. I kind of liked sitting in the dark playing with doggy and enjoy a short moment of quietness after a crazy busy day.

dinner at arroyo chop house. they had live piano music which was so nice.

a little bit more holiday spirit, I once saw this bear in my dream, except he was white.

in the perfect world my dog will have three hand knitted sweaters every winter, there is a place for every handbag in my closet and I would have already read 40 chapters of final exam review material and finished my project. In the real world non of that is going to happen, but I will just deal with my petty little problems and live with it.

quick dinner with my beloved text books. we sleep and eat, and spend many unpleasant hours together everyday, I think we've grown to know each other very well.

I'm going to make a pie!

I've been so good this year so Santa give out early Christmas presents.

looking inside shop windows, past business hours

apparently, desserts are nowhere to be found 11 at night. This town is not for sleepless people.

pretty little thing.

Des Petits Hauts is a French clothing line and one of my favorite. Unfortunately the shop near me that carried this brand had changed owner lately and they discontinued selling them:(

I finally got the chance to sign up for a beginning photography class. It's going to start in the spring and I can't wait.