Lobo Mau is the shit.

No, really…their designs kick some girl-on-the-run butt. Stop believing me and click on the link would you?

And if you need more proof…go to Sammy D Vintage for the photos of the night.


Reasons 2 to whatever

For those of you who receive my mass email, this post makes sense.  For the rest, read the previous post to give this one some context (or don’t.  who needs context anyway?  context is so overrated).

she's a trip...a big cross country roadtrip

Reason number 2: Sammy Davis.  Scroll down (and stay tuned) for more.  She’s a rockstar and if I could, I would bottle her up and sell her in little jars.  The world would be a better place because of it.

Reason number 3:  My trainer is A GOD.  I know what you are thinking.  Darla, you have been unemployed for over a year now and you have the cajones to start a sentence with “My trainer.”  Did you fall out of a money tree?  The answer is no, I did not fall out of a money tree.  I just have certain priorities right now.  Priorities such as a goal to lose all that weight my Ayurveda doctor prescribed way back in June when I was wandering around India (by the way Dr. Manmohan, I’m now 10 lbs. lighter – like I said, he’s A GOD).  I’m not at the point where I want to publish this Zeuslike trainer’s name because, well, I still want to get appointments with him at reasonable hours, but if you are trying to figure out how to look like Demi Moore by the time the holidays roll around, shoot me an email and I’ll give you the goods.  I’ll just say this, it’s now over seven hours after our session ended and I am still on a mighty fine endorphin high.

Reason number 4: I have a first date tonight…and a first date tomorrow night.  If either of my dates from tonight or tomorrow night is reading this right now, um, well, I have no excuse for myself other than to say that I really, really like first dates and I haven’t been on one in awhile (some might say I’m going through withdrawal).  I’m looking forward to meeting both of you.  I really am.

Reason number 5:  My best friend is moving to Hong Kong in a week.  I’m not happy about this (other than the fact that this means I obviously have to go visit her).  What I am happy about is that it is an excuse for a party (and if anyone knows me they know I kinda like to party).  So, if you are in Philly and wondering what to do tomorrow night, stop wondering and come say good-bye to Ashley.  It is guaranteed to be a damn ball.

She’s at it again

So, I’m up and running…again.

covered darlaHere.  Hmmm.

Not as I planned, but planning is so 1980 and not like cool 1980 fashion, but like dorky 1980 computer technology.  I’ll explain.  So, I closed the doors on my crazy summer of travel to “concentrate” on my classes and my internship at the Philadelphia Daily News.  Then I met Sammy.

Now we are planning a roadtrip, a book tour and a mutual love affair with the world and so…I’m blogging again (Uncle Jack, aren’t you proud?).  When you are (1) as all over the map as I am with (2) enough positive energy to wipe out a city block it is really frickin’ nice to meet someone who accomplishes both of those tasks with even more vigor.

I have also been in the process of converting my wordpress blog to a big girl blog (no offense wordpress, but you have gotten me this far and now I kind need to upgrade – you understand, right?) and I was going to cease all this here writing on the world wide web until after the upgrade, but I can’t wait.  We’re planning and rhyming and scheming and well, you need to be a part of this dammit.

Here’s Sammy‘s recent explanation of our…our…well, just read on will you?

In April, I will taking a road trip with Darla Synnestvedt, darlas.wordpress.com, to create a media campaign around my cross country venture and search for vintage clothing.

We will be heading south — learning, collaborating, and seeking new experiences that we can’t predict until they actually happen.

The project will be blogged, recorded, photographed, and promoted. Social media outlets, other blogs, maybe even the NYT or Discovery Channel? The pitches are endless, the opportunities … boundless.

Our working title is “Vegan Gravy & Tapered Jeans.” Darla will be in pursuit of food. I will be in pursuit of fashion.

And, in September, I will be running the Philadelphia Marathon. All 26.2 miles of it 😉

Wait, Sammy…you’re running the marathon?  I want to run it too!