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Discovering Washington D.C.

For this year’s Halloween celebration, I decided to venture off to Washington D.C. to visit some of my favorite friends! For those of us in the tri-state area, many don’t think to jump at the chance to visit our nation’s capital as an uber desirable destination due to its political history and sterotyped stuffiness. BUT it’s quite the delightfully entertaining area to meander for the mere price of a Bolt Bus ticket or a short road trip. So, before we got all dolled up in our costumes, my comrade and I decided to pregame for the night’s activities by gallivanting around town to unique attractions during the day, in hopes of setting the mood for the big holiday.

Whether it’s Halloween or not, I highly recommend visiting these sites, some of which are off the beaten path, yet really contribute to the true D.C. experience.

1. The Mushroom House (located at 4949 Allan Rd, Bethesda, MD) – This one-of-a-kind abode, also known as the “Hobbit House” is quite the spectacle in DC’s neighboring town of Bethesda, and even featured in Weird Maryland. I can assure you that you’ve never ever seen anything like it. Renovated in the late sixties by futuristic architect Roy Mason, this house has 4 bedrooms and 3 bathrooms, as well as an on property apartment if you aren’t feeling the fungi.

Though I couldn’t imagine living in such magical quarters, it did remind me of an incredibly awesome adult clubhouse or oddity museum, and would bode well as a fabulous space for entertaining and conversation. Every corner has quirky charm and every detail truly plays a part in the whole experience. It’s currently on the market for $1.2 million and certainly worth a drive by.

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2. Good Stuff Eatery (several locations, though I visited 3291 M. Street NW, Georgetown) – The rest of our mini expedition continues through the Georgetown neighborhood and in walking distance of each other. This burger joint isn’t necessarily Halloween related, though it is very much necessary. Created by celebrity chef Spike Mendelsohn to pay homage to his grandfather, it provided the perfect fuel for the long night ahead of us. The menu had many ridiculously awesome options available, but I quickly decided on the Good Stuff Melt (melted cheddar, muenster, carmelized onions & mushrooms with Good Stuff sauce) and the Village Fries, which are tossed in Rosemary and Thyme. The burger was insanely delicious, the stuff dreams are made of – really. I freaking love herbs, and though the fries were so greasy the bag they came in was saturated in oil, I couldn’t give less of a shit and inhaled those, too. If you’re feeling particularly adventurous, indulge in one of the hand spun shakes like my galpal did.

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3. Baked & Wired (1052 Thomas Jefferson St NW, Georgetown) – So, what’s Halloween without treats? We promenaded over to this little shop that’s actually split in two – part bakery, part coffee shop. First off, it’s freaking adorable and the staff is super nice. Always looking for the perfect cup of joe, I paroused the menu to see what they offered. I noticed a different dairy alternative than I was accustomed to (definitely , and went on to ask the poor cashier if I could have a Red Eye with steamed breast milk. She giggled, not expecting me to actually recite the menu option.

As the coffee drinks were being made to perfection in order of the queue, I went over to the baked side and hooked myself up with the vegan choice, the Oreo. I’m not vegan by any means, nor was I kidding myself into thinking it was healthy, but I was in the mood for Oreo goodness. Honestly, I wouldn’t have known it was vegan had it not been labeled. It was an amazing complement to my perfectly executed Red Eye, even though it fortunately didn’t contain any breast milk.DSC07490 DSC07487 DSC07488 DSC07491 DSC07487

DSC07490 DSC074874. Jessica the Psychic (3135 M St NW, Georgetown) – In the spirit of Halloween and TRICKS, we gals decided to have our palms read for our amusement. Thank goodness we didn’t take it very seriously. We followed the neon palm light to an ascending staircase that led us into a waiting room area that had a stench of cigarettes and terrible lies. As we walked in, a young man who was either employed there or lived there asked what my Halloween costume was. Now, I wasn’t wearing a costume at this point, yet I won’t fault him since it was actually Halloween Day and that he’s accustomed to the rather generally cookie cutter, Ralph Lauren stylings of the DC citizens. I stated that it wasn’t a costume, but merely how I dressed. As I sat down on the beaten couch, my friend went ahead of me for her reading, and it became fairly obvious from the moment that my homegirl sat down across from her, the “psychic” was merely interested in your payment. She asked her to keep her payment in her hand and make a wish, and then began her “reading.” Since it was her reading, I attempted to mind by business and concentrate on the only thing I could in the room – the 15 year old poodle that was sprawled out, with all of its limbs spread apart on a dingy floor cushion as if it had slipped on a banana peel. Soon enough, it was my turn for a fraudulent reading of my future. As I sat down, she didn’t offer me a wish and asked what my horoscope was. Instead of going ahead and reading the lines of my palm as I had asked her to do, she started speedily reciting rather generalized personality traits of Libras. I didn’t dare say anything to insult her “craft” so I let her continue, because I found it all rather comedic. It was also apparent that she was judging my appearance and she somehow suddenly found me to “beat to my own drum” and “not care what others think.” After she, as with my friend, found my aura clouded and in need of $150 crystal cleansing, I politely declined. I’ve stumbled on several palm readings in my time, some incredibly accurate actually, but this was by far the worst. And it didn’t at all affect our time, because it simply added to the story. Despite my unfavorable review like a disgruntled Yelper, I actually do recommend that you ascend the stairs simply to see the poor debilitated dog, who will absolutely give you a better reading than Jessica and her coworkers.

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5. The Old Stone House (3051 M Street, Georgetown) – This locale was built in 1765 and is the oldest standing house in all of D.C. According to legend, it houses quite a few spirits. Due to a time crunch to actually walk through the quaint old house, we quickly strolled through its back garden which was quaint with its leveled land and pretty foliage. A couple sat on a bench across the way, petting each other as if it was a secluded English garden and their parents weren’t home from work. I guess it was rather romantic, tucked a few feet away from the hustle and bustle of M Street. Though I didn’t see anything freaky other than a couple attempting to get freaky, it’s a super cool, historic spot to absorb some of our nation’s culture while you’re shopping and stuffing your face in Georgetown.

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6. The Exorcist Steps (36th St NW & M St NW, Georgetown) – To really engage ourselves in the creepiness to come, while working off that delectable burger from earlier, my homegirl suggested we visit the exact spot where murders took place in the infamous film, The Exorcist. I detest scary movies – I have quite the imagination and tend to believe that any unfamiliar sound at night is an ax murderer. It was quite awesome though, visiting a well-known part of cinematic history even though I refuse to see the movie.

The stairs, which are ridiculously steep and equivalent to a five-story building, are the location in the movie where the priest, Father Karras, flew down. The house at the top of the stairs to your left was also apparently shown in the movie. Whether you’re a film buff or an athlete, make sure to visit this renowned spot to exercise (or exorcize) your demons (and/or burgers and cupcakes).DSC07514 DSC07513 DSC07512 DSC07511

(I’m rocking my Mom’s old plaid shirt from the 1970s, which she ordered from the Sears Roebuck catalog when she was traveling through Spain; vintage skirt, Zara coat and hat, A;exander McQueen Pumas, Nine West heels)

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Heels to Die For

Oh, yes honey – the high heel, the stiletto, the pump! The shit dreams are made of. We’re subconsciously trained since the days of Cinderella stories that they unlock doors to fairytales and fate, even love. It isn’t a surprise that a new pair of glamour could instantaneously brighten an ensemble, a mood or even a day. They are petite works (or in my size 9.5 case, canoelike works) of art that we slip into, but as we gently ease our soles into new heights, we also enhance our self confidence – transforming into a newer, stronger, better, sexier versions of ourselves. They elongate your legs, coerce you to work that booty during your sidewalk strut and, even sitting, command your attention. The pinching, ball-of-foot pain, truck driver walk on cobblestone streets and blisters are minor prices to pay for such beauty. In fact, there are some shoes that are SO special, you would bow down and thank the shoe gods for bestowing such a unique gift upon our outfits and eyesight. If shoes were a religion, there would have to be a church. Enter, Brooklyn Museum.

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Nestled on the first floor is the Killer Heels: The Art of the High-Heeled Shoe exhibition, showcasing the history and evolution of these mini-stilts over hundreds of years. The exhibition is divided into six sections, inviting you to explore through rooms and corridors. I was entranced not only by the sculptural shoes, but by the stunning videos that are dedicated, and somewhat psychedelic, odes to fancy footwork.

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I unintentionally overheard two elderly women going through the exhibit loudly commenting on what they saw, “Who on Earth would wear those?”  pointing to a pair of Lady Gaga-esque Iris van Herpens and “These will break your neck!” at a pair of towering Louboutins. I wanted to raise my hand and vow that I would wear them everywhere, even to the supermarket! And, if I were to break my neck, what an extraordinary way to go!

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Without showing too much to leave some for you to discover on your own, take my fashionista word for it, this show is certainly worth seeing. It was the greatest way to spend a lazy Sunday with friends. Make sure to check out the section of the museum with REAL mummies and walk on over to Ogliastro afterwards, which is a nearby rustic bar that makes heavenly pizza.

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(I’m rocking a Rachel by Rachel Roy Dress, Steve Madden lace slip-on sneaks, Vintage sweater, Marc Jacobs Pan-Am bag, Gap men’s hat)

Ironically, I kept it real and wore flats for my day at Killer Heels. Let’s face it, they’re essential like dreaded Ugg boots to the modern girl’s city survival of countless steps in subway stations and throughout wobbly city streets. My heels were tucked away in my bag, as if they were hibernating for the perfect moment to make their illustrious debut. Likewise, inside a shiny display case, the infamous glass slippers stood waiting, even posing. But, where was Prince Charming, you ask? Where was that spiffy coach? Alas, those trivial details were missing in this rendition of story, but the shoes…they were oh-so-real. So, she and her stilettos lived happily and sexily ever after.

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Brooklyn Museum is located at 200 Eastern Parkway, Brooklyn and the exhibition is until February 15, 2015.

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