Last Summer I worked with Goodwill Detroit curating items for their boutique pop-up shop at Eastern Market in Detroit and this year I’m back at it! Goodwill Detroit will have a pop-up shop at Eastern Market’s Sunday Street Market, the second Sunday of each month throughout the Summer. Hours are 10:00 am – 4:00 pm. Each shop will be curated by a local Detroit stylist (there are four, including me) and will contain gently used clothing, accessories, furniture, and unique vintage housewares.
Over the last few weeks I’ve been digging for treasures at the local Goodwill stores and I’ve pulled so many great things for the pop-up shop. You can expect to find vintage record players, a metal bar cart, mid-century furniture, several large trunks, handbags from Coach, Fossil, BCBG, and Dooney & Bourke, Polaroid cameras, vintage fiber art, pyrex, dresses from Zara, Top Shop, and Asos, vintage jewelry, designer shoes, men’s vintage belt buckles and so much more!
Here’s a sneak peak!
Come see me THIS SUNDAY, June 14th, at the Goodwill Detroit pop-up shop inside Eastern Market from 10-4. If you want the good stuff, come early! Remember, these are Goodwill prices (not fancy vintage store prices) so people line up early. Bring cash, credit cards, and all your fashionable friends!
I apologize for the dark & grainy pictures. I’m just so excited the moss green is gone! I think the new gray color compliments the warm tones in the tile and the dark hue adds some drama.
We installed the medicine cabinet in the cut-out that was already in the wall from the previous owners but the door just barely clears the light fixture. Eventually I’ll scoot the light fixture up a few inches, but for now it’s fine.
Onto the grout. Ugh. We never sealed it after our tile was installed and that was a big mistake. Over the last few years it turned dark and dingy. I’ve heard that baking soda and white vinegar work wonders for cleaning grout so I found a recipe online that called for 7 cups water, 1/2 cup baking soda, 1/3 cup lemon juice and 1/4 cup vinegar. I sprayed the mixture onto the grout, let it sit for a few hours, then scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed with a stiff bristled grout brush. It worked better than I expected! I wasn’t able to get all of it done so I’ll do another round this weekend. Once it’s all sparkly and clean, grout sealer is happening. Live and learn.
Paint the ceiling. Prime & paint walls. Hang towel bar & tp holder. Replace cabinet hardware. Replace the toilet seat. Touch up scratches on the cabinet. Replace the switch covers. Scrub grout.
- Scrub grout again.
- Seal grout.
- Paint the door.
- Replace the door knob.
- Re-caulk around the tub.
- Cut, stain, and hang shelves (I bought these shelves and these brackets).
- Add cute stuff (rug, plants, art, candles, towels, etc).
I hope to get a big chunk of those remaining items done this weekend. Wish me luck!
Happy weekend to you!
I typically wash my hair no more than twice per week to help stretch the time between colorings and to avoid drying out my hair. For years, I’ve been using dry shampoo on my no-wash days and I love it! Dry shampoo not only keeps my locks looking fresh in between washes, but also adds fullness and texture to my hair. And lets be real, sometimes I stretch my washings a little too long and dry shampoo saves me on the days that I don’t have time to wash, dry, and style my hair.
Last year I wrote about a few of my favorite natural and cruelty-free beauty products, one of which was Lulu Organics Hair Powder. I still love the stuff, but it’s quite expensive. When I looked at its minimal list of ingredients, I thought I’d try making it myself. Turns out, it’s super easy and inexpensive, so I thought I’d share the “recipe” with you!
1. 2 tbsp baking soda
2. 1/2 cup corn starch
3. 2-3 drops of essential oil or perfume
4. 2-3 tbsp unsweetened cocoa powder (for brunettes)
5. 2-3 tbsp cinnamon (for redheads)
Combine ½ cup of corn starch with 2 tablespoons of baking soda. Add a few drops of essential oil or a spritz of your favorite perfume (I used Nirvana White which smells divine). If you have light hair, you’re done! For brunettes, add a few tablespoons of cocoa powder to darken. For gingers, add a few tablespoons of cinnamon to redden.
Store the dry shampoo in a pretty glass bottle or an old spice jar. To use, sprinkle a little powder into the palm of your hands and work it into your roots. Or, keep the dry shampoo in a shallow dish and use a makeup brush to dab it directly onto your roots.
Are you sold? Are you making this yet? Hurry!
I’m just now blogging the details of our trip to Spain last Fall. #bloggergameonpoint.
So where do I even begin?!
Barcelona is a dream come true. With its Gothic architecture and maze of tiny cobblestone streets, Barcelona reminded me a lot of Rome and Paris, but with a different vibe; eccentric, gritty, and a little wild. Modernist and surrealist artists like Picasso, Gaudí, and Dalí have left their mark on the city and the Art Nouveau architecture makes the city feel magical and surreal. The streets are lively past 4am and many cafes and shops don’t open until 11am and close again for long breaks in the afternoon. Barcelonans are livin’ right. And they know how to PARTAY.
Except for that guy. Womp womp.
Mike and I rented this apartment, which I loved. It’s affordable and located in what ended up being my favorite part of Barcelona – the El Born district. El Born is a charming and artsy part of the city with beautiful Gothic architecture, and a lot of independent shops, galleries, cafes, and bars. The area is a maze of tiny streets that turn around on each other and open into little plazas. I loved that we had so many great places to grab a drink or a bite to eat just steps outside our door. The owners of our apartment also run an art gallery on the first floor and gave us a bunch of suggestions of their favorite places to go in the area. This apartment has a full kitchen so we were able to shop at the local market and fill the fridge with snacks and drinks and also prepare some meals at home. The washer and dryer was a great convenience as well. I always try to book a place with a washer so I can pack as light as possible.
We spent an afternoon wandering the grounds of Park Güell, and guys, I don’t know how to describe this place without underselling it. Everywhere we turned we were met with ornate and whimsical details. I felt like I was in a crazy fairytale dream forest. I have to imagine this place inspired the game Candy Land.
We visited the Picasso Museum, just a five minute walk from our apartment. The museum sprawls over a row of five Gothic palaces, but it’s actually very approachable in size. The art is arranged chronologically and I found it interesting and so inspiring to follow Picasso’s artistic journey from realism to surrealism. There weren’t any pictures allowed inside, so apparently I took this one of Mike fiddling with his audio guide and decided that was good enough?
A big highlight of the trip was the day we spent in the Catalan countryside at a horse and pony ranch. We were given a tour of the facilities and a home-cooked picnic lunch. Mike and I, along with our guide and two others, rode horseback along secluded country roads with breathtaking views of Barcelona and the Mediterranean Sea. It was one of those times where I had to pinch myself because it didn’t seem real. I kept whispering to my horse “This can’t be real life!” (surely she agreed). Afterwards, we unsaddled, groomed, and fed the horses. My horse, Romy, was the sweetest and gentlest creature. She and I had a real spiritual connection. Every so often I’d give her a hug and call her a pumpkin, then she’d rub her head on my arm and lick my elbow, that kind of thing. It was one of my favorite memories of the trip, nay, of my life, and I will never forget it.
We rented electric bikes (SO FUN!) but also (SO TERRIFYING!) and zipped around the city for a few hours. We visited some famous landmarks like the Arc de Triomf, Parc de la Ciutadella, and a few Gaudi creations like Casa Batlló. If you look at the picture of Casa Batlló below, you will notice the balconies are skulls, the pillars are bones, and though you can’t see it in this photo, the roof is likened to the back of a dragon. BONKERS. We ended the afternoon with an audio-guided visit to Gaudi’s most famous work of art, La Sagrada Familia, which was breathtaking.
We paid a visit to Bar Marsella, the oldest bar in Barcelona, to partake in their house-made absinthe. I love the vibe of this place. The ceiling is peeling, everything looks like it’s falling apart, and the shelves are covered in 200-year-old dusty bottles of liquor. Allegedly, Ernest Hemingway used to get sauced on the absinthe and pen his novels here. I was like, “Isn’t it crazy to think we may be sitting at the very table where ‘For Whom The Bell Tolls’ was written?!” and Mike D was like “The Metallica song?”. HASHTAG HISTORY BUFFS.
Barcelona is small in comparison to other major cities, so we got around easily by walking most of the time. I had been warned more than once about Barcelona’s pick-pockets but we didn’t have any problems. Mike kept his wallet in a buttoned or zipped pocket at all times and I wore a cross-body purse and carried it in front of me at night and in crowded areas. The El Raval neighborhood got a little sketchy at night, but overall we felt very safe.
Barcelona is in the region of Catalonia and Catalans view their region, their culture, and their heritage as entirely unique (and, for many, superior) to that of the rest of Spain. Very few people that we spoke to, and literally zero cab drivers, spoke English. Although Catalan was the predominant language spoken, most people were patient with our wobbly Spanish and the Google translate app helped A LOT.
Other favorites in Barcelona:
- 7 Portes for proper Spanish paella.
- Encants Flea Market. This place is sprawling and filled to the brim with cool vintage housewares but a lot of junk too. Give yourself time to dig and don’t be afraid to haggle.
- For funky vintage clothing and accessories, head to Carrer de la Riera Baixa street in the El Raval neighborhood. We stumbled upon a lot of cool vintage shops and record stores.
- Arcano for amaaaazing tapas (pictured in the lower right of the photo above). Order the empanadas or regret your life!
After 4 days in Barcelona, we packed our bags and took a bus to Tossa De Mar for $16. Tossa De Mar is a small medieval town in the Costa Brava about two hours north of Barcelona. We rented this apartment, a five minute walk from the beach. The owners of the apartment live in the building and were extremely gracious. They left us a bottle of wine and a list of their favorite things to do in Tossa with a hand written map.
Funny story about our apartment in Tossa. The weather was warm and sunny the entire trip, except for one night, when a thunderstorm rolled in around midnight; the angry kind of storm where the thunder shakes your chest and bolts of white lightning split the sky. We laid in bed, listening to the wind howl and the rain lash against the windows. It was thrilling, really. But then we started to smell something sewagey. Mike got up to investigate. “Uhhh, Tracey, the bathroom is flooding”. And then bam! Power went out. We looked outside and the street was flooded about a foot deep. Water began rising from the patio into the kitchen. Panicked, we buzzed the owners who, thankfully, rushed over, unplugged the floor drains, and scooped up the water in buckets. After a bit of mopping, a generous peppering of lysol, and some messing with the breakers, everything ended up fine, but for a minute we felt like we were in a Final Destination movie. If you remember, our house flooded with two feet of sewage right before our trip. Note to the universe: Stop trying to make flooding happen!
Anywho, Tossa de Mar is absolutely GORGEOUS. I’ve never seen anything like it. The beaches are straight out of a painting. The entire picturesque town is built around a castle from the 1300s. THE THIRTEEN HUNDREDS! W.I.L.D.
This leg of the trip was so relaxing. We pretty much just laid on the beach and drank sangria errryday. It was transformative.
Real people actually live on that enchanting street, behind those blue doors, and inside that stupid-cute window. Ludicrous!
At the very tippy top of Tossa de Mar, there lies an outdoor restaurant, Bar del Far de Tossa, with a 360 degree view of the town, castle, beach, and sea. We walked up there on our final night in Tossa (it’s a climb) and watched the sun set while we dined on tapas and sangria. It was another one of those “Is this real life?” moments, but sadly there was no horse to whisper to.
The shopping in Tossa is excellent. Because Morocco is close-by, there is a great variety of Moroccan rugs, baskets, towels, handbags, and clothing. Everything is insanely affordable too. I wish I had brought an empty suitcase with me.
That large sisal basket was only 12 euro. That’s less than a gourmet pizza! Plus, leather details! SOLD. That leather embossed purse was only 25 euro. Come on now.
This may be *controversial* but I now own three horror-movie voodoo-doll key chains. Does this make me a collector?
I did not buy this interesting travel mug, but I now realize it would have made a great Mothers Day gift. Srrlz, Mom!
You made it to the end! High fives all around. But wait! In case you missed it, check out this video of our trip:
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These are my friends, Dennis and Lauren. They recently became engaged and asked me to shoot some photos of them. I was like “Me?! I’m so flattered!” and they were like “Yeah, cuz you’re free”.
Here are a few of my favorite shots of them cuddling, laughing, flaunting their adorable faces, and basically making all other couples look like moldy dog food.
Find me a person who doesn’t love an American Gothic parody and I will challenge that person to a duel.
Dennis: “I could hold you forever.”
Lauren: “I’m bored.”
Everybody calm down!
“Look at our plants and flannel shirts! Aren’t we a delight?”
Lauren: “My love for you is eternal.”
Dennis: “I’m bored.”
Happy engagement, Dennis and Lauren! I love you both SO MUCH and can’t wait to celebrate your marriage! Please don’t sit me at a loser table, ok?