Well well well. It's saturday and I make the journey back to uber chic Cleveland, Tennessee tomorrow morning. Have I packed yet? No. Have I started to think about packing. No. To be honest, I'm not even sure that I have enough bags to bring all of the things that i have accumulated over the summer. The good news, I am seasoned in stuffing suitcases to beyond their maximum capacity. Sure, I may have to sit on one or two, but at least I'll get it all packed.
I am headed back to Cleveland to, of course, start my senior year at school. So. Weird. I'm nervous and excited and scared and thrilled all at the same time. Ready? Of course not. But I suppose you can never really "prepare" too much to become a real adult. However, I'm ESPECIALLY not ready. Why? Well, let me just put it this way. As you all know (from the very title of this blog) I cannot save/ manage money to save my life. Overdraft fees used to be (not anymore, because my bank has now forbidden me to overdraw...thank goodness) a weekly thing for me. One time, I got 5 overdraft notices in one week. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that my parents plotted my death. And while I would like to think that I possess some maturity in certain aspects of life (not so much finances yet, but I'm working on it..), I can't help but think of the time that my best friend and I decided to get a puppy. Yeah. I know. It was last summer. She was presh. A little yellow lab (mix, i think, but I digress) and she was so mild-mannered...at the pound. After about 12 hours, we figured out that she was Satan's dog. We kept her for 8 days. ANYWAYS, all that to say; I can't even keep a dog. what makes me think that I can be a real-life adult??? ugh. If i think about it too much, I'll get a stomach ulcer...
On another note, I heard on the radio today that the heat index tomorrow is supposed to be 107. Degrees. SERIOUSLY? That's practically the temperature that water boils at. It's my personal belief that humans weren't intended to withstand this sort of heat and wretched humidity. But maybe that's just me...
On that note, I'm off to pack. And do laundry. And go on a last-minute Target run. Which, may I just say that Target is the superstore of champions. There are definitely Targets in Heaven. Ok, I'm done.
Happy Saturday, love doves. Enjoy!
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Monday, August 2, 2010
Back To Reality...
Hello, lovely readers. I have finally returned from my extended vacay. I would love to think that droves of people will be scurrying to their computer to read this, but the 2 or 3 die-harders will do just fine. Anyways, my 2-week trip was glorious. Macon, Savannah, Orlando, Tampa.. a fun time was had by all, if i do say so myself. Sure, south Georgia and central Florida both proved to be hotter than the hottest realms of...well, you know..and the humidity was nearly unbearable, however, the weather (almost) went unnoticed, seeing as I had the time of my life.
Of course, anything that i am involved in HAS to have SOME sort of adventure to it, whether it be beneficial/ good for me or not.. in this case, most adventures were good - shopping was wonderful, Mickey and Minnie are doing great, and of course, time with my family and best friends were priceless.
However, there were a few things that made me question my very sanity. The heat, for instance. Ok, Florida in July is my version of Chinese water torture. There were a few points during the week that i was PRETTY sure that my time on earth had come to a swift end. The worst was when I decided to wear jeans to an outdoor outlet mall. In Orlando. In July. Dumb. Another "adventure" (this is totally a misfortune on my part, but why be a Debbie-Downer) was when I thought, for the better part of an hour, that my car had been stolen from the Atlanta airport...
So...one of my best friends (that went on fam vacay with us) drove my car back to Georgia because of a previous engagement. Since I stayed a few extra days, he parked it at the airport and told me the exact location so that I could go right to it once my flight got in. Yeah, not so much. (Let me just precursor the next part of the story with this: my right nostril was completely clogged, my ears were stopped up, I was hot and i was exhausted...) Anyways, I walk outside, go to the parking lot, and ask the attendant where I can find the lot/ row that my car was in. After being told 2 different things, i finally manage to find the correct level, lot, and row...only to find that my car wasn't there. After calling my friend to quadruple check everything, losing my composure and all control of my emotions in the middle of baggage claim while on the phone with my mom, wandering the parking lot that my car was allegedly in like a lost puppy for 15 minutes, losing my composure again outside on the curb with my friend that is desperately trying to figure out how to tell me where my car is, and asking at LEAST 298 airport workers where to go and what to do, it finally hits me that i'm in the wrong parking lot... I don't know if YOU have realized this by now, but I need my own TV show...
Sweet dreams, dearies!
Of course, anything that i am involved in HAS to have SOME sort of adventure to it, whether it be beneficial/ good for me or not.. in this case, most adventures were good - shopping was wonderful, Mickey and Minnie are doing great, and of course, time with my family and best friends were priceless.
However, there were a few things that made me question my very sanity. The heat, for instance. Ok, Florida in July is my version of Chinese water torture. There were a few points during the week that i was PRETTY sure that my time on earth had come to a swift end. The worst was when I decided to wear jeans to an outdoor outlet mall. In Orlando. In July. Dumb. Another "adventure" (this is totally a misfortune on my part, but why be a Debbie-Downer) was when I thought, for the better part of an hour, that my car had been stolen from the Atlanta airport...
So...one of my best friends (that went on fam vacay with us) drove my car back to Georgia because of a previous engagement. Since I stayed a few extra days, he parked it at the airport and told me the exact location so that I could go right to it once my flight got in. Yeah, not so much. (Let me just precursor the next part of the story with this: my right nostril was completely clogged, my ears were stopped up, I was hot and i was exhausted...) Anyways, I walk outside, go to the parking lot, and ask the attendant where I can find the lot/ row that my car was in. After being told 2 different things, i finally manage to find the correct level, lot, and row...only to find that my car wasn't there. After calling my friend to quadruple check everything, losing my composure and all control of my emotions in the middle of baggage claim while on the phone with my mom, wandering the parking lot that my car was allegedly in like a lost puppy for 15 minutes, losing my composure again outside on the curb with my friend that is desperately trying to figure out how to tell me where my car is, and asking at LEAST 298 airport workers where to go and what to do, it finally hits me that i'm in the wrong parking lot... I don't know if YOU have realized this by now, but I need my own TV show...
Sweet dreams, dearies!
Friday, July 16, 2010
Oh, Happy Day...
Today is my last day at work. Let’s just all pause and reflect...
-For having to be here at 7:30 a.m. on the dot, being late ONE time isn’t too bad, if I say so myself...
-I have done about 6 or 7 writing assignments while here. Other than that, I have stuffed countless envelopes, filed stacks of papers and spent more time browsing the internet/ facebook-ing/ online shopping than some people have in their entire life (totally the company’s fault for putting me in a cubicle that falls between departments, resulting in me being by myself for about 98% of the day)...
-Since we were allowed to listen to music while “working,” I think I almost have my entire iPod memorized...
-I typically did my hair and make-up at my desk, seeing as I just have loads of free time on my hands. I think people are pretty surprised/ perplexed at the difference in my appearance between morning prayer and lunch...
-I rode the elevators to waste time. Not kidding.
-On occasion, I had to go to the dreaded “second floor” where Satan’s wife worked. Sure, she was the spitting image of Sofia on my favie show, The Golden Girls, but I once witnessed her make 2 employees cry in under 10 minutes. She was also a big fan of wearing socks with sandals...
-I consumed more coffee in the span of one month than I ever had in my entire life…
-I almost had to go home one day because I had on cropped dress pants. They were too casual. I wish I was kidding...
Let’s see - I think that covers all of the really BIG fun.
Anyways, tomorrow morning I am off to play in Macon, GA until Wednesday, when I, along with one of my besties, will travel to Orlando, Florida. Immediately following Orlando, I'm visiting another bestie (that I haven't seen since May) in Tampa. It’s going to be great, epic fun...and you better believe that it’s going to be hotter than blue blazes. I’ll try to update from the road, but I mean, the life of a celeb is so busy < sarcasm.
Happy Friday, love doves!
-For having to be here at 7:30 a.m. on the dot, being late ONE time isn’t too bad, if I say so myself...
-I have done about 6 or 7 writing assignments while here. Other than that, I have stuffed countless envelopes, filed stacks of papers and spent more time browsing the internet/ facebook-ing/ online shopping than some people have in their entire life (totally the company’s fault for putting me in a cubicle that falls between departments, resulting in me being by myself for about 98% of the day)...
-Since we were allowed to listen to music while “working,” I think I almost have my entire iPod memorized...
-I typically did my hair and make-up at my desk, seeing as I just have loads of free time on my hands. I think people are pretty surprised/ perplexed at the difference in my appearance between morning prayer and lunch...
-I rode the elevators to waste time. Not kidding.
-On occasion, I had to go to the dreaded “second floor” where Satan’s wife worked. Sure, she was the spitting image of Sofia on my favie show, The Golden Girls, but I once witnessed her make 2 employees cry in under 10 minutes. She was also a big fan of wearing socks with sandals...
-I consumed more coffee in the span of one month than I ever had in my entire life…
-I almost had to go home one day because I had on cropped dress pants. They were too casual. I wish I was kidding...
Let’s see - I think that covers all of the really BIG fun.
Anyways, tomorrow morning I am off to play in Macon, GA until Wednesday, when I, along with one of my besties, will travel to Orlando, Florida. Immediately following Orlando, I'm visiting another bestie (that I haven't seen since May) in Tampa. It’s going to be great, epic fun...and you better believe that it’s going to be hotter than blue blazes. I’ll try to update from the road, but I mean, the life of a celeb is so busy < sarcasm.
Happy Friday, love doves!
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
A Dumb Idea & A True Story...
I have lost my ever loving mind. I wore a sweater to work today. Need I say more? I’m dumb.
In other news, my bonus room is haunted.
… Ok, so, for those of you that know me or have been to my house, this isn’t really breaking news. However, I was reminded of this again last night. There is not a doubt in my mind that every ghost ever lives in there. And sometimes I think that a few killers stay overnight on occasion. I’m telling you…my house gives me the creeps. And I love my house. It’s just no place that you want to be alone at night in the dark. Because of this, you have to very tactfully decide how you are going to fall asleep…it’s not an easy task, but over the course of 12 years, I’m starting to get it down. I’m giving you these (seemingly) superfluous details as a running start to the anecdote that I am about to tell… aka “night of terror.” So, my brother now sleeps in our bonus room, as his room will soon be our guest room. Anyways, he has a mattress in there, but other than that being added, everything else about the room is the same; big, dark, shadowy, scary and – for some reason – quiet as anything -- Another charming feature of this room is the fact that you have to walk a GOOD 6 or 7 feet into it until you reach a light switch. Which, what’s the point? If a masked murderer or a family member that has been dead for 31 years is waiting on you, they are going to be looking you dead in the eye once you finally reach the light. Brilliant design plan -- Yesterday, upon my arrival home from work, I had to go in there to get something out of one of the two storage closets on either side. Being in there in the day is a little like being in a cemetery in the day; still kinda makes your skin crawl but you don’t want to run for dear life – (also, my brother isn’t here this week, so it’s extra spine-chilling since a real, living person isn’t sleeping in there). So, last night before I tucked myself in, I realized that, when I had gone in there earlier, I left my phone charger on a shelf in the storage room……My mom was already in bed and my dad wasn’t home, so I only had two options: go in and risk my life OR leave my phone charger, let my phone die, not hear my alarm to wake up for work, etc. I figured that either way, I was going to lose. So I decided to make a run for it. Literally. I usually try to make my trips into the deep, dark crypt as quick as possible, but last night, I was extra fast. I would be surprised if my feet actually touched the floor. Interesting side-note: although my 12 year old nearly-blind poodle is of no real assistance in the security department, I figured that I would carry him with me…you know, to confuse the ghosts. Or to toss into the darkness as a distraction just in case I heard something. Luckily, I was able to get in, get my charger, and get out (in 10 seconds flat) and was able to bring myself AND the poodle out in one piece. I heard the floor creak 4 times before I fell asleep (no big, except for the fact that NOBODY WAS HOME TO WALK AROUND) and I am 99.9% positive that I heard a blood curdling scream right outside my window. So, even though it was 720 degrees in my room, I slept with the covers up to my eyeballs. I’m just glad I lived through the night…
I think that’s enough fun for one day, no?
Have a fab Wednesday, lovelies. And sweet dreams…
In other news, my bonus room is haunted.
… Ok, so, for those of you that know me or have been to my house, this isn’t really breaking news. However, I was reminded of this again last night. There is not a doubt in my mind that every ghost ever lives in there. And sometimes I think that a few killers stay overnight on occasion. I’m telling you…my house gives me the creeps. And I love my house. It’s just no place that you want to be alone at night in the dark. Because of this, you have to very tactfully decide how you are going to fall asleep…it’s not an easy task, but over the course of 12 years, I’m starting to get it down. I’m giving you these (seemingly) superfluous details as a running start to the anecdote that I am about to tell… aka “night of terror.” So, my brother now sleeps in our bonus room, as his room will soon be our guest room. Anyways, he has a mattress in there, but other than that being added, everything else about the room is the same; big, dark, shadowy, scary and – for some reason – quiet as anything -- Another charming feature of this room is the fact that you have to walk a GOOD 6 or 7 feet into it until you reach a light switch. Which, what’s the point? If a masked murderer or a family member that has been dead for 31 years is waiting on you, they are going to be looking you dead in the eye once you finally reach the light. Brilliant design plan -- Yesterday, upon my arrival home from work, I had to go in there to get something out of one of the two storage closets on either side. Being in there in the day is a little like being in a cemetery in the day; still kinda makes your skin crawl but you don’t want to run for dear life – (also, my brother isn’t here this week, so it’s extra spine-chilling since a real, living person isn’t sleeping in there). So, last night before I tucked myself in, I realized that, when I had gone in there earlier, I left my phone charger on a shelf in the storage room……My mom was already in bed and my dad wasn’t home, so I only had two options: go in and risk my life OR leave my phone charger, let my phone die, not hear my alarm to wake up for work, etc. I figured that either way, I was going to lose. So I decided to make a run for it. Literally. I usually try to make my trips into the deep, dark crypt as quick as possible, but last night, I was extra fast. I would be surprised if my feet actually touched the floor. Interesting side-note: although my 12 year old nearly-blind poodle is of no real assistance in the security department, I figured that I would carry him with me…you know, to confuse the ghosts. Or to toss into the darkness as a distraction just in case I heard something. Luckily, I was able to get in, get my charger, and get out (in 10 seconds flat) and was able to bring myself AND the poodle out in one piece. I heard the floor creak 4 times before I fell asleep (no big, except for the fact that NOBODY WAS HOME TO WALK AROUND) and I am 99.9% positive that I heard a blood curdling scream right outside my window. So, even though it was 720 degrees in my room, I slept with the covers up to my eyeballs. I’m just glad I lived through the night…
I think that’s enough fun for one day, no?
Have a fab Wednesday, lovelies. And sweet dreams…
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Almost done, almost done, almost done...
I’m officially on the (extremely) long home stretch towards the end of my fabulous career as an intern. I would say that it’s a bittersweet feeling, but it’s actually just sweet. Syrupy sweet, really. Just imagine with me, if you will, no more 5:45 a.m. wake up’s, no more driving 30 minutes each way to and from work, no more mind-numbing boredom from 7:30-4 every SINGLE day… ahh, bliss.
Speaking of misery, I’m curious: is it possible for good things happen to good people when it rains? First of all, I’m just going to make a brief observation that, through years of experience, I have found to be 100% true: When it is raining like cats and dogs outside, everything should just be cancelled - work, school, church, etc. because it’s impossible to do everything. First off, it’s like pulling teeth to force yourself up from your warm, soft, cloud-like bed to go get in the stupid shower. Second, once you actually open your eyes enough to see what you are doing and are somewhat ready, you should just face it; it’s raining, so you are bound to look rough - i.e., my hair, make-up and overall wardrobe appearance today. Also, may I just say that I hate life when the bottom of my pants gets wet from walking in the rain? It’s the same feeling as trying to dry off with a damp towel when you go to the beach. Ick.
Another observation that I have made is the fact that when you are looking forward to something, the days move at a glacial pace. On Saturday, I am leaving glorious Brentwood for exactly 3 weeks to gallivant through Georgia and Florida with some of my best friends and family. It’s going to be splendid. However, I honestly don’t know if I am going to be able to hold my head up at work anymore today (oh yeah, btw, I blog AT work. That bored.) much less tomorrow, Thursday AND Friday. It’s asking too much. Sigh…
I did get new make-up this weekend, which was an unexpected treat. Truly, getting new make-up for me is like sending a child into a candy store and saying, “go for it.” In addition, I bought something so wonderful that it needs it’s own Nobel Peace Prize. Seriously. I know that in my previous post, I revealed that I was not very brand loyal, but there are a handful of items out there that need some sort of medal in recognition of their greatness. I am speaking of Bumble and Bumble Hair Powder. Other than Aussie Instant Freeze (the best hairspray in the history of all hairspray), this is the only thing that I buy over and over to use on my hair. It absorbs oil, makes styling super easy, and gives you instant body (something that a southern girl like me is always in need of). I’m obsessed.
More later, as usual. Happy Tuesday dearies
Speaking of misery, I’m curious: is it possible for good things happen to good people when it rains? First of all, I’m just going to make a brief observation that, through years of experience, I have found to be 100% true: When it is raining like cats and dogs outside, everything should just be cancelled - work, school, church, etc. because it’s impossible to do everything. First off, it’s like pulling teeth to force yourself up from your warm, soft, cloud-like bed to go get in the stupid shower. Second, once you actually open your eyes enough to see what you are doing and are somewhat ready, you should just face it; it’s raining, so you are bound to look rough - i.e., my hair, make-up and overall wardrobe appearance today. Also, may I just say that I hate life when the bottom of my pants gets wet from walking in the rain? It’s the same feeling as trying to dry off with a damp towel when you go to the beach. Ick.
Another observation that I have made is the fact that when you are looking forward to something, the days move at a glacial pace. On Saturday, I am leaving glorious Brentwood for exactly 3 weeks to gallivant through Georgia and Florida with some of my best friends and family. It’s going to be splendid. However, I honestly don’t know if I am going to be able to hold my head up at work anymore today (oh yeah, btw, I blog AT work. That bored.) much less tomorrow, Thursday AND Friday. It’s asking too much. Sigh…
I did get new make-up this weekend, which was an unexpected treat. Truly, getting new make-up for me is like sending a child into a candy store and saying, “go for it.” In addition, I bought something so wonderful that it needs it’s own Nobel Peace Prize. Seriously. I know that in my previous post, I revealed that I was not very brand loyal, but there are a handful of items out there that need some sort of medal in recognition of their greatness. I am speaking of Bumble and Bumble Hair Powder. Other than Aussie Instant Freeze (the best hairspray in the history of all hairspray), this is the only thing that I buy over and over to use on my hair. It absorbs oil, makes styling super easy, and gives you instant body (something that a southern girl like me is always in need of). I’m obsessed.
More later, as usual. Happy Tuesday dearies
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
embarrassment beyond all belief, a (non) frugal fave, and a show that's more addictive than coke (the drink)
It happened. I thought I had taken all of the necessary precautions to avoid this disaster, but I suppose you just can’t ever be too careful…my phone went off in the office-wide morning prayer time today. I thought that it was a dream at first and then, when Jason Derulo wouldn’t shut up, I jumped from my seat and ran to my purse as fast as I have ever run (faster than the time I was chased by the guy in the “Scream” mask and faster than the morning that I was late to work and faster than the time in the field when me and a friend saw a rat). My face felt so hot that I thought it was going to melt off of my body, time moved like cold molasses and I hoped that death would just go ahead and take me…everyone got a good, long glance as I made the (what seemed like) miles-long walk of shame back to my seat. And I think my FAVORITE part about this entire fiasco is the fact that it wasn’t even an important phone call… it was the pharmacy letting me know that my prescription was ready. Stupid Walgreens…
In other news, I took a much anticipated journey to Sephora last night. I know that they say that Disney World is the happiest place on earth, but I’m convinced that the person that said that had never been to Sephora. I only go when I have funds, because, after all, what’s the fun in shopping if you can only browse? (I have somewhat fallen off of the frugalista band wagon, if you hadn’t already picked up on that) Anyways, I am not brand loyal to many things; I am a product junkie. If I see it in a magazine or on a mesmerizing display case at a department store, I’ll probably buy it. Who am I kidding… if the packaging is pretty or it smells good, I’ll buy it. I am excited---I know that’s weird, to be “excited” to test something that I bought at Sephora, but bear with…it’s the little things---to try the new hair treatment that I picked up last night. Apparently, it’s supposed to make my hair resist humidity, cutting down on the cotton candy effect that I mentioned a few days ago. I’ll let you know how that one turns out. Skincare is a little different for me, as my skin is fair and relatively sensitive, so I tend to stick with my strict Clarins regiment (although I play around occasionally with different products every now and then.) There is one thing, however, that I am fiercely loyal to. Its availability used to be limited, but, thankfully, Sephora started carrying it a few years ago. It has consistently been one of their best selling items, and for good reason. Now, the price tag is a little on the expensive side, so it’s a rare treat for me to get it. However, it’s like buying perfect skin. MD Skincare: Dr. Dennis Gross Alpha Beta Daily Face Peel wipes are the best thing to ever happen to my face. I was scared at first when my dermatologist recommended them to me because the word “peel” intimidates both me and my sensitive skin. However, these are so gentle and yet so effective. They are made for any and all skin types and all ages. I know that I sound like an infomercial but believe me when I say that they are wondrous. Go buy them.
Lastly; ok, I know that some people that may be reading this perhaps “don’t watch television” (……yeah. ok) but whatever you say... I’m just going to go ahead and let all of you down gently; my family is not one of those families that doesn’t watch tv. And, to researcher’s surprise, we’re extremely tight-knit and (relatively) normal. I actually quite enjoy it—I think it’s our witty commentary that peppers the entire show. And don’t you worry; we have PLENTY of time to bond sans-television on the many road adventures that we take a few times each month. They’re a blast. Ok, done with that soapbox; here lately, I have recently become unhealthily obsessed with the show Criminal Minds. I want to BE them (the sleuths, of course, not the crazed criminals that kill with no regard). I have marathon watching evenings with my dad..we record multiple episodes and then sit down and knock them all out at once. It’s weird, I know, but let’s face it; it’s not like either one of us are going to go outside in the heat…
In other news, I took a much anticipated journey to Sephora last night. I know that they say that Disney World is the happiest place on earth, but I’m convinced that the person that said that had never been to Sephora. I only go when I have funds, because, after all, what’s the fun in shopping if you can only browse? (I have somewhat fallen off of the frugalista band wagon, if you hadn’t already picked up on that) Anyways, I am not brand loyal to many things; I am a product junkie. If I see it in a magazine or on a mesmerizing display case at a department store, I’ll probably buy it. Who am I kidding… if the packaging is pretty or it smells good, I’ll buy it. I am excited---I know that’s weird, to be “excited” to test something that I bought at Sephora, but bear with…it’s the little things---to try the new hair treatment that I picked up last night. Apparently, it’s supposed to make my hair resist humidity, cutting down on the cotton candy effect that I mentioned a few days ago. I’ll let you know how that one turns out. Skincare is a little different for me, as my skin is fair and relatively sensitive, so I tend to stick with my strict Clarins regiment (although I play around occasionally with different products every now and then.) There is one thing, however, that I am fiercely loyal to. Its availability used to be limited, but, thankfully, Sephora started carrying it a few years ago. It has consistently been one of their best selling items, and for good reason. Now, the price tag is a little on the expensive side, so it’s a rare treat for me to get it. However, it’s like buying perfect skin. MD Skincare: Dr. Dennis Gross Alpha Beta Daily Face Peel wipes are the best thing to ever happen to my face. I was scared at first when my dermatologist recommended them to me because the word “peel” intimidates both me and my sensitive skin. However, these are so gentle and yet so effective. They are made for any and all skin types and all ages. I know that I sound like an infomercial but believe me when I say that they are wondrous. Go buy them.
Lastly; ok, I know that some people that may be reading this perhaps “don’t watch television” (……yeah. ok) but whatever you say... I’m just going to go ahead and let all of you down gently; my family is not one of those families that doesn’t watch tv. And, to researcher’s surprise, we’re extremely tight-knit and (relatively) normal. I actually quite enjoy it—I think it’s our witty commentary that peppers the entire show. And don’t you worry; we have PLENTY of time to bond sans-television on the many road adventures that we take a few times each month. They’re a blast. Ok, done with that soapbox; here lately, I have recently become unhealthily obsessed with the show Criminal Minds. I want to BE them (the sleuths, of course, not the crazed criminals that kill with no regard). I have marathon watching evenings with my dad..we record multiple episodes and then sit down and knock them all out at once. It’s weird, I know, but let’s face it; it’s not like either one of us are going to go outside in the heat…
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Let Freedom (and fashion) Ring.
This past Sunday, our wonderful, beautiful nation celebrated its independence. The 4th of July is a time to celebrate freedom, spend time with your family and…dress like a complete insane person. Ok, I’m all for sporting the patriotic look (although, I haven’t been able to find a red, white and blue combo that doesn’t make me look like a 5 year old), but some of the outfits that people sport on Independence Day are embarrassing. The freaks come out. it’s more the LACK of clothing that really gets me. I’m sorry…just because a holiday falls in the middle of summer does NOT mean that you don’t have to wear pants. Or that you don’t have to wear anything but shorts and a bikini top. Unless, of course, I’m out of the loop and that became acceptable.
In other news, this weekend was full of sleep, television, watermelon with salt, and more sleep. Sidenote: my new addiction is watermelon with salt on it-No joke, I have recently given the watermelon industry a serious boost. Anyways, my little brother got to go visit my family that lives in Florida, so that left me at home with my parents and, of course, the poodle. It was a treat. And not having to work yesterday was literally Christmas in July.
Next: Ok, I know that fashion holds a completely different calendar than what we have in our minds. When it’s 108 degrees outside, you would expect to be able to go into any store and find a perfectly respectable SUMMER outfit, right? Wrong. I’m sorry, but this is something that I cannot stand about the fashion industry. I am in desperate need of a new swimsuit, so I thought to myself, self, go grab a new one at the mall. No prob. Um…wool, tweed and cashmere seemed to be the only things available. At this point in the summer, putting any of those fabrics on my body would be like jumping into fire. Even one of my favorites, Target, had placed all of the swimsuits that they had left (which was a limited selection, to say the least) in the very back of the store. I understand that there is this whole big, glamorous story behind this, but come on. It’s not even August—I’m not ready to preview Fall and Winter fashions just yet…
I will admit, however, that after browsing Saks, Nordstrom, and Neiman Marcus online, the clothes for Fall are looking quite promising. Similar to last fall, if I may be so bold, but Fall 2010 features more neutrals than last year. The same shapes are still seen –skinny pants, as well as wide legged, and still a lot of big, oversize, geometric tops –and masculine is still meeting feminine in the middle. Of course, this year does come along with some completely new, never-before-seen looks as well as new hair, make-up, and accessories to compliment them perfectly. Of all of the runway looks I have seen so far, a majority of designers look to be going for the “fresh-faced, no make-up” make-up thing. The smokey eye and pale lip combo is still pretty dominant (Chanel, Zac Posen) as well as pale eyes and berry-stained lips –according to Allure.com.
Lastly (this announcement makes me want to get up and run in place for a second) I only have 8 more days of work ('ll let you come to your own conclusion on how i feel about that...) Only 8 more little days filled with...fun office activities...
More tomorrow, lovelies.
In other news, this weekend was full of sleep, television, watermelon with salt, and more sleep. Sidenote: my new addiction is watermelon with salt on it-No joke, I have recently given the watermelon industry a serious boost. Anyways, my little brother got to go visit my family that lives in Florida, so that left me at home with my parents and, of course, the poodle. It was a treat. And not having to work yesterday was literally Christmas in July.
Next: Ok, I know that fashion holds a completely different calendar than what we have in our minds. When it’s 108 degrees outside, you would expect to be able to go into any store and find a perfectly respectable SUMMER outfit, right? Wrong. I’m sorry, but this is something that I cannot stand about the fashion industry. I am in desperate need of a new swimsuit, so I thought to myself, self, go grab a new one at the mall. No prob. Um…wool, tweed and cashmere seemed to be the only things available. At this point in the summer, putting any of those fabrics on my body would be like jumping into fire. Even one of my favorites, Target, had placed all of the swimsuits that they had left (which was a limited selection, to say the least) in the very back of the store. I understand that there is this whole big, glamorous story behind this, but come on. It’s not even August—I’m not ready to preview Fall and Winter fashions just yet…
I will admit, however, that after browsing Saks, Nordstrom, and Neiman Marcus online, the clothes for Fall are looking quite promising. Similar to last fall, if I may be so bold, but Fall 2010 features more neutrals than last year. The same shapes are still seen –skinny pants, as well as wide legged, and still a lot of big, oversize, geometric tops –and masculine is still meeting feminine in the middle. Of course, this year does come along with some completely new, never-before-seen looks as well as new hair, make-up, and accessories to compliment them perfectly. Of all of the runway looks I have seen so far, a majority of designers look to be going for the “fresh-faced, no make-up” make-up thing. The smokey eye and pale lip combo is still pretty dominant (Chanel, Zac Posen) as well as pale eyes and berry-stained lips –according to Allure.com.
Lastly (this announcement makes me want to get up and run in place for a second) I only have 8 more days of work ('ll let you come to your own conclusion on how i feel about that...) Only 8 more little days filled with...fun office activities...
More tomorrow, lovelies.
Friday, July 2, 2010
Poor, unfortunate soles...
I wouldn't wear these shoes unless someone paid me to sleep in them. I'm not doubting Christian Louboutin or his knack for producing his share of whimsical, sometimes wacky shoes. However, I think that he might have gone bananas for a few minutes when he came up with these. I saw them and almost fell over in my chair. Unless these were made for the world's most fashion-savvy pointe dancer, I'm wondering what their purpose is and who in their right mind would want to inflict this type of torture on themselves. It's not worth the well being of your feet...or legs...or lower back...
I would, however, venture to say that these would make a lovely art piece. They would look great as a sculpture of sorts, displayed as art rather than as footwear. Granted, the day that I have Louboutins as artwork in my home is far and away. Perhaps even in another galaxy, where dreams come true...
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
and so on and so forth...
I know that I have already had my rant about how much I despise heat, but I’m just going to start out by saying that humidity is of the Devil. My hair has not looked this bad this consistently since I cut my own bangs in the second grade (the growing out process was brutal, to say the least). There is no point to straightening it because it curls. There is no point in wearing it curly because, somehow, as I make the trek from my house to my car, it ends up looking like cotton candy. AND I look like Elmer Fudd when I pull my hair back. My options are to either look like I just rolled out of a dumpster OR have hair that looks like something that comes on a stick at the fair. Great.
So, I had to face one of my biggest fears on Sunday evening. Public speaking. I know that you see statistics that list public speaking as the #1 fear of people around the world and that death is like, #4 or #5. Crazy right? Wrong. I would literally rather die than get up and say something to a group of people. Big group, little group, friends, strangers –it doesn’t matter – I detest it. I get tunnel vision, I get shaky, my voice gets 10 octaves higher than what it normally is, my sentences are peppered with “umm” and “uhh,” and I can’t seem to catch my breath until about 10 minutes AFTER I’m done. It’s bad. Anyways. I got the amazing opportunity to help lead worship at my church for our evening service. I have done it before and absolutely love doing that, so I happily accepted (it’s weird; I can sing in front of 1,000,000,000 people and never miss a beat; ask me to say 3 words and you might as well shoot me). SO – I kind of had a mini meltdown (to myself, of course) but then decided that I had to be a big girl. Luckily, I didn’t stumble over my words, say something bad, or pass out (all of which are very likely possibilities). I was SURPRISINGLY very comfortable once I got started. Granted, my hands shook for the remainder of the worship set, but no matter…I’m just hoping that my bravery/ comfortableness wasn’t just a one-time thing…
Next on the docket; work. Ah, glorious work. There is nothing I love more than sorting mail and then stuffing envelopes, complete with licking the seal. Yum. What I love even more than that is having oodles of free time on my hands… the good news is, I get all of my writing assignments, online shopping, news and blog reading and facebook-ing ALL out of the way. I have also resorted to day-dreaming and playing games in my mind. It’s a real blast.
The last topic on this list only consists of one word. And I loathe it; diet. Carbohydrates, the very thing that I held near and dear to my heart only 2 short days ago, are now my enemy. And I’m not even going to pretend that I’m sweet when I am depriving my body of food, because the THOUGHT of being nice makes me hungry. I’m mean. That being said, some idiot brought banana nut bread to work this morning. Awesome. I had a delicious palm-full of cheerios instead…nothing is easy about this.
I suppose this brings us to the conclusion of today’s thoughts and events. Someone go shopping and remind me what it’s like, seeing as the last purchase I made was dog treats. Also, if someone would like to eat an entire loaf of bread for me, that would be greatly appreciated.
Bonne lecture, mes amis.
So, I had to face one of my biggest fears on Sunday evening. Public speaking. I know that you see statistics that list public speaking as the #1 fear of people around the world and that death is like, #4 or #5. Crazy right? Wrong. I would literally rather die than get up and say something to a group of people. Big group, little group, friends, strangers –it doesn’t matter – I detest it. I get tunnel vision, I get shaky, my voice gets 10 octaves higher than what it normally is, my sentences are peppered with “umm” and “uhh,” and I can’t seem to catch my breath until about 10 minutes AFTER I’m done. It’s bad. Anyways. I got the amazing opportunity to help lead worship at my church for our evening service. I have done it before and absolutely love doing that, so I happily accepted (it’s weird; I can sing in front of 1,000,000,000 people and never miss a beat; ask me to say 3 words and you might as well shoot me). SO – I kind of had a mini meltdown (to myself, of course) but then decided that I had to be a big girl. Luckily, I didn’t stumble over my words, say something bad, or pass out (all of which are very likely possibilities). I was SURPRISINGLY very comfortable once I got started. Granted, my hands shook for the remainder of the worship set, but no matter…I’m just hoping that my bravery/ comfortableness wasn’t just a one-time thing…
Next on the docket; work. Ah, glorious work. There is nothing I love more than sorting mail and then stuffing envelopes, complete with licking the seal. Yum. What I love even more than that is having oodles of free time on my hands… the good news is, I get all of my writing assignments, online shopping, news and blog reading and facebook-ing ALL out of the way. I have also resorted to day-dreaming and playing games in my mind. It’s a real blast.
The last topic on this list only consists of one word. And I loathe it; diet. Carbohydrates, the very thing that I held near and dear to my heart only 2 short days ago, are now my enemy. And I’m not even going to pretend that I’m sweet when I am depriving my body of food, because the THOUGHT of being nice makes me hungry. I’m mean. That being said, some idiot brought banana nut bread to work this morning. Awesome. I had a delicious palm-full of cheerios instead…nothing is easy about this.
I suppose this brings us to the conclusion of today’s thoughts and events. Someone go shopping and remind me what it’s like, seeing as the last purchase I made was dog treats. Also, if someone would like to eat an entire loaf of bread for me, that would be greatly appreciated.
Bonne lecture, mes amis.
Friday, June 25, 2010
save, spend, repeat...
Yesterday I got an unexpected break from work. Being sick is never fun, although I'm not going to lie...I liked sleeping in. I sat up in my bed and went back and forth with myself for about 10 minutes, trying to debate whether or not I could/ should go into work. However, at the end of the 10 minutes, I decided that I should stay in, seeing as it would have been a real shame to toss my cookies on my desk... When I finally got my appetite back, yesterday was glorious. I met one of my best friends from high school for dinner at the best sushi establishment in the Ville, followed by frozen yogurt at my new favorite addiction, sweet cece's (I'm not sure that sushi and ice cream were the BEST choice for my fragile, easily-nauseated stomach, but whatevs..it was worth it). I can't decide if i enjoy Sweet CeCe's so much because of their product OR if its the fact that everything inside is pink and green and cute...either way, i'm obsessed. It's like a little cup full of happy.
Wednesday night was delightful (before the stomach wreching, of course) because I was delightfully entertained for 3 hours at the mall. It's my mothership of sorts. Now, with my newfound thrifty-ness, i had to think like a professional and be smart... The damage? 2 pairs of dressy-casual pants and an adorable blouse. Before you judge, let me just say that Banana was having a killer sale, and I made the purchase with my own money. that i earned. that was in my account...thank you very much.
Don't worry, my frugal-ness didn't last past the first level of the mall. I may or may not have made another purchase...it's bad and should probably be stopped for the sake of my finances, but I have come to the conclusion that this one, much like my shopping habit, can't be fixed. It's perfume. I'm obsessed with it. OBSESSED. I could have a different scent for every day of the week and still want more. To me, perfume is a magical elixer that comes in different tints and bottles with fascinating shapes. Potion-like, if you will. I buy it all. the. time. I WILL say that my parents get full blame for this; they are just as obsessive about fragrance as i am. I am thankful to have a male counterpart in my obsession. What's a friendship without one shared unhealthy obsession, right? One of the things that I enjoy about having him in my life is the fact that every time i even look at a perfume counter, MOST people will all but tackle me to get me away; he helps me rationalize why i need to buy yet another bottle. true friend. Sure, i'm out another $50 or $60, but I'll be the one that smells the best in the poor house...
Have a fabu weekend, dearies! I'll be back monday.
Wednesday night was delightful (before the stomach wreching, of course) because I was delightfully entertained for 3 hours at the mall. It's my mothership of sorts. Now, with my newfound thrifty-ness, i had to think like a professional and be smart... The damage? 2 pairs of dressy-casual pants and an adorable blouse. Before you judge, let me just say that Banana was having a killer sale, and I made the purchase with my own money. that i earned. that was in my account...thank you very much.
Don't worry, my frugal-ness didn't last past the first level of the mall. I may or may not have made another purchase...it's bad and should probably be stopped for the sake of my finances, but I have come to the conclusion that this one, much like my shopping habit, can't be fixed. It's perfume. I'm obsessed with it. OBSESSED. I could have a different scent for every day of the week and still want more. To me, perfume is a magical elixer that comes in different tints and bottles with fascinating shapes. Potion-like, if you will. I buy it all. the. time. I WILL say that my parents get full blame for this; they are just as obsessive about fragrance as i am. I am thankful to have a male counterpart in my obsession. What's a friendship without one shared unhealthy obsession, right? One of the things that I enjoy about having him in my life is the fact that every time i even look at a perfume counter, MOST people will all but tackle me to get me away; he helps me rationalize why i need to buy yet another bottle. true friend. Sure, i'm out another $50 or $60, but I'll be the one that smells the best in the poor house...
Have a fabu weekend, dearies! I'll be back monday.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
it's only wednesday...
First, let me start by saying that i have literally had 3 cokes today and am still about to die. When i mentioned this to a rather sassy co-worker of mine, she replied with, "oh, um, like, you know that coke just gives you a sugar high right? then you just crash. like, it's making you more tired." Like, yeah. i know the stats. However, she obviously doesn't know that if i had an IV attached to me at all times with coke in it, I would be beyond content. some of my best friends never even liked coke until they met me, and now they're going to have just as many teeth problems as me. to be perfectly honest with you, i don't know why I'm not the "face of coke" yet. like, instead of Santa on the can at Christmas time, it could be me in a little santa hat...because i think that if coke was ever in a sales lull, i could single hand-edly pull them out. just saying.
Ok, so the "snooze" button was invented by the meanest person on the planet. And they covered their mean-ness with the idea that you could always get "5 more minutes" every morning. Um yeah, when you get "5 more minutes" 6 times, it's gone beyond the point of being beneficial to your good health. It just ends up causing one of two things; you are either late and beyond all hope OR it sends you into a frenzied panic. A panic that causes you to cut corners while getting ready (and, therefore, cause your co-workers to deal with it all day), get an elevated body temperature that won't go down until lunch, and sprint out the door, realizing halfway to work that you've forgotten your lunch on the counter. Welcome to my wednesday, folks. (let me say...I think a large part of my misfortune today has to do with the fact that my BRILLIANT brother- please note heavy sarcasm- and a few friends decided to have a jam session that STARTED at 10:30 last night. we share a wall. lucky me).
Another point of discussion: silk flowers. ok, I'm pretty sure that my office building has stock in them. Everywhere you turn in that place, BAM, a big silk fern. WHOAH, a larger-than-the-lunch-table bouquet of silk lillies. HEY, silk ivy overload. they're everywhere. It's like the black plauge...every day, more and more artificial plants are sweeping the office. The thing is, do people think that others that see these are going to think, "oooh, what beautiful ivy! I wonder how they got that to grow indoors?" I wish that i could gingerly say, "um, ma'am? hi, yeah, nobody in their right mind buys that these flowers are real." Seriously. they're bad. i'm allergic.
Last point; clothes that are too tight. Um, I know that it may LOOK like i want to see every detail of your undergarments, but i really, TRULY do not. I'm not saying wear a tablecloth but come on. get it together, people. leave something to the imagination, for goodness sakes. Just wear something that fits. the world will spin much more smoothly if you do. scouts honor.
Au revoir, lovelies.
Ok, so the "snooze" button was invented by the meanest person on the planet. And they covered their mean-ness with the idea that you could always get "5 more minutes" every morning. Um yeah, when you get "5 more minutes" 6 times, it's gone beyond the point of being beneficial to your good health. It just ends up causing one of two things; you are either late and beyond all hope OR it sends you into a frenzied panic. A panic that causes you to cut corners while getting ready (and, therefore, cause your co-workers to deal with it all day), get an elevated body temperature that won't go down until lunch, and sprint out the door, realizing halfway to work that you've forgotten your lunch on the counter. Welcome to my wednesday, folks. (let me say...I think a large part of my misfortune today has to do with the fact that my BRILLIANT brother- please note heavy sarcasm- and a few friends decided to have a jam session that STARTED at 10:30 last night. we share a wall. lucky me).
Another point of discussion: silk flowers. ok, I'm pretty sure that my office building has stock in them. Everywhere you turn in that place, BAM, a big silk fern. WHOAH, a larger-than-the-lunch-table bouquet of silk lillies. HEY, silk ivy overload. they're everywhere. It's like the black plauge...every day, more and more artificial plants are sweeping the office. The thing is, do people think that others that see these are going to think, "oooh, what beautiful ivy! I wonder how they got that to grow indoors?" I wish that i could gingerly say, "um, ma'am? hi, yeah, nobody in their right mind buys that these flowers are real." Seriously. they're bad. i'm allergic.
Last point; clothes that are too tight. Um, I know that it may LOOK like i want to see every detail of your undergarments, but i really, TRULY do not. I'm not saying wear a tablecloth but come on. get it together, people. leave something to the imagination, for goodness sakes. Just wear something that fits. the world will spin much more smoothly if you do. scouts honor.
Au revoir, lovelies.
Monday, June 21, 2010
My two emotional states: "tired" and "hot"
So. Tired. This is the worst case of the Monday's that I have ever experienced. And this may make me a bad person, but I usually also have the Tuesday's, Wednesday's, Thursday's AND Friday's... Just saying.
Enough on that; this weekend, i traveled to the quaint little town of Elizabethtown, Kentucky to sing with my parents. Other than being stuck in the back seat of a car for 3 hours (family bonding time, complete with stand-still traffic), it was a lot of fun. I sang soprano until my poor little vocal cords were ragged-which was about 5 or 6 measures in-and loved every minute of it.
In other news, work has been a real treat. There is a large international event coming up in a few weeks that has everyone running around like a chicken with it's head cut off. While I do get tickled on occasion watching everyone hop frantically about in a complete tissy, I have been doing my very best to stay on top of my intern-ly tasks and stay tucked in my cubical as much as possible. Today, however, I got shuffled around departments until i eventually ended up at a large conference table that was covered in envelopes and iteneraries...guess who got to put the iteneraries IN the envelopes? uh-huh. me (I was, however, slightly relieved to have something to do with my hands so that i wouldn't fall asleep on my desk and be asked to leave the premesis immediately). I'm sure that as the event closes in on everyone, my time will be filled with many more fun opportunities like the one today...can't wait..
Ok-i'm going to preface what i'm about to say by mentioning this; I am almost ALWAYS about to die of a heat stroke. I'm pretty sure that my body temperature is a solid 10-15 degrees warmer than that of a normal person. With that being said, i'm curious; exactly how necessary is it to raise the temperature in buildings AS the temperature rises outside? i'm sorry, but this goes against all logic in my mind. Now, i'm all about cutting energy costs and going green and hugging trees and all of that mess, but COME. ON. if it's hotter than 19 suns outside, it's in my professional opinion that the interior of buildings should be a blizzard. that goes for homes as well.. if i wanted to sleep in a sauna, i would renew my membership to the YMCA. Also; if i ever mention an outdoor party, cookout, wedding, etc. to be hosted OUTDOORS between the months of May and September, I give you complete permission to check me into the nearest mental institute, because i have probably lost my mind.
On that note, i hope that everyone has a fabulous evening!
Enough on that; this weekend, i traveled to the quaint little town of Elizabethtown, Kentucky to sing with my parents. Other than being stuck in the back seat of a car for 3 hours (family bonding time, complete with stand-still traffic), it was a lot of fun. I sang soprano until my poor little vocal cords were ragged-which was about 5 or 6 measures in-and loved every minute of it.
In other news, work has been a real treat. There is a large international event coming up in a few weeks that has everyone running around like a chicken with it's head cut off. While I do get tickled on occasion watching everyone hop frantically about in a complete tissy, I have been doing my very best to stay on top of my intern-ly tasks and stay tucked in my cubical as much as possible. Today, however, I got shuffled around departments until i eventually ended up at a large conference table that was covered in envelopes and iteneraries...guess who got to put the iteneraries IN the envelopes? uh-huh. me (I was, however, slightly relieved to have something to do with my hands so that i wouldn't fall asleep on my desk and be asked to leave the premesis immediately). I'm sure that as the event closes in on everyone, my time will be filled with many more fun opportunities like the one today...can't wait..
Ok-i'm going to preface what i'm about to say by mentioning this; I am almost ALWAYS about to die of a heat stroke. I'm pretty sure that my body temperature is a solid 10-15 degrees warmer than that of a normal person. With that being said, i'm curious; exactly how necessary is it to raise the temperature in buildings AS the temperature rises outside? i'm sorry, but this goes against all logic in my mind. Now, i'm all about cutting energy costs and going green and hugging trees and all of that mess, but COME. ON. if it's hotter than 19 suns outside, it's in my professional opinion that the interior of buildings should be a blizzard. that goes for homes as well.. if i wanted to sleep in a sauna, i would renew my membership to the YMCA. Also; if i ever mention an outdoor party, cookout, wedding, etc. to be hosted OUTDOORS between the months of May and September, I give you complete permission to check me into the nearest mental institute, because i have probably lost my mind.
On that note, i hope that everyone has a fabulous evening!
Friday, June 18, 2010
Old maid, rules to live by, and proof that fashion isn't always fun...
It's happened. I have always had grandma-esque tendencies -- I'm a devout believer in the power of Ponds Cold Cream, Golden Girls is one of my top 5 favorite shows and I adore the smell of gardenias--but now that i'm a working girl, i am officially a full-fledged grandmother. After i got home yesterday afternoon, I changed into my pajamas, read a magazine and took a 2 hour nap. When i woke up, i ate a half of a watermelon (no joke) for dinner and went to bed. that's all i did. All evening. Embarrassing...
Next on my agenda; Summer fashion. it's my belief that, in order to have a sense of order in your life, some small degree of style is absolutely necessary. Agreed? ok, why in the world, when summer rolls around, does all sense of style that some people once had in the cooler months goes right out the window? Girls, I know that it's hotter than Satan's very own basement outside, but please. cover up. oh and a swimsuit is NOT an outfit. if you aren't at the beach or in a pool, the swimsuit stays HOME. and guys. come on. be classy. anything sleeveless or heavily printed with skulls and crossbones and studs? no thanks. come on, we aren't on the Jersey Shore. Not a fashionista? no worries, love doves. It's safe to say that if you look like you could be on the cover of GQ, J. Crew or Ralph Lauren, you're golden.
Story time: Today at work, I wore a black dress and some cute new black patent mary jane heels (with my hair down today, might I add). After i got heavily complimented by a very sweet lady that had on a button down shirt with teddy bears on it, I was assigned to the copy room. ok, SEE YA, MARY JANE HEELS. They will never be worn again. My feet may never forgive me. By the end of the day, I was walking at the pace of an old turtle. It took me 10 minutes to get from one end of the building to the other and i was convinced that it would take me a full hour to get from my cubical on the thrid floor to my car. flip flops are all i will be wearing for the next few days. fantastic.
Have a fabulous weekend, dearies! i'll be back monday.
Next on my agenda; Summer fashion. it's my belief that, in order to have a sense of order in your life, some small degree of style is absolutely necessary. Agreed? ok, why in the world, when summer rolls around, does all sense of style that some people once had in the cooler months goes right out the window? Girls, I know that it's hotter than Satan's very own basement outside, but please. cover up. oh and a swimsuit is NOT an outfit. if you aren't at the beach or in a pool, the swimsuit stays HOME. and guys. come on. be classy. anything sleeveless or heavily printed with skulls and crossbones and studs? no thanks. come on, we aren't on the Jersey Shore. Not a fashionista? no worries, love doves. It's safe to say that if you look like you could be on the cover of GQ, J. Crew or Ralph Lauren, you're golden.
Story time: Today at work, I wore a black dress and some cute new black patent mary jane heels (with my hair down today, might I add). After i got heavily complimented by a very sweet lady that had on a button down shirt with teddy bears on it, I was assigned to the copy room. ok, SEE YA, MARY JANE HEELS. They will never be worn again. My feet may never forgive me. By the end of the day, I was walking at the pace of an old turtle. It took me 10 minutes to get from one end of the building to the other and i was convinced that it would take me a full hour to get from my cubical on the thrid floor to my car. flip flops are all i will be wearing for the next few days. fantastic.
Have a fabulous weekend, dearies! i'll be back monday.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
An oasis in the office, the art of teasing, and a b.a.d. hair day...
it's happened. i met my match at work. today, in passing, i found a woman that was sporting Christian Louboutin's. oh. my. gosh. in case ya'll don't know, Christian Louboutin's have been a goal/dream/life wish of mine for years. i felt like i had been wandering alone in a desert and suddenly stumbled upon an oasis, only instead of water, this oasis has a perfect red sole and black leather...dreamy.
On to the next topic; my hair. I typically can get my hair to do what i want it to. it's naturally wavy, so i have the option to wear it like that or, of course, i can straighten it. typically, my hair is good to me. I have also -after YEARS of failed attempts- learned the art of teasing my hair. Sure, it will all probably all be completely GONE by the time i'm 40 because of how damaging it is, but with the right comb, brush, and bottle of perfect hairspray (Aussie Instant Freeze, if you're curious), I can somewhat achieve the Brigitte Bardot thing that I'm aiming for. Except this morning. I got off to a slightly delayed start, so i made the executive deciscion to pull my hair back today... not usually my BEST look, but I was in a hurry, as i could NOT be late twice in one week. Ya'll...it's bad. Like i said, early 60's icon is what i usually go for. ok, today, i look like Norman Bates' mother in "Psycho."
ok, question...Is it just me or do you always get compliments when you wear stuff that you swore you would never wear again? because that always happens to me when i wear things that i pull out of the cold, drafty, cobbweb-y depths of my closet. For instance, today, I wore a top that i bought at an outlet a few years ago (I think the only reason i bought it was because it was literally 90% off). When i got home with it, i put it on again and was agahst when i looked in the mirror to see that i looked 12 months pregnant. I think this goes without saying, but it never saw life outside of my closet. Anyways, since i have been home from school, i am still living out of my suitcase and couldn't find ANYTHING to wear this morning. I resorted to the unflattering maternity-esque shirt only to be showered with compliments at work...so, i guess a big thanks goes to Max Azria, who usually makes great clothes. unfortunately, i got the short end of the stick on this one...i think maybe the pattern used was for a circus tent...
lastly, a quick anecdote; I brought my lunch in an old Louis Vuitton paper shopping bag today (it was either that or a Rite Aid plastic baggie...what was i supposed to do?) anyways, the commotion that people made over it when i got to the lunchroom was comical. they acted as if i had 10 servants following me with my lunch, fanning me with a palm branch, primping my make-up and fixing my hair...good times. oh, next time, i'm bringing the Rite Aid bag.
Stay tuned in, dearies.
On to the next topic; my hair. I typically can get my hair to do what i want it to. it's naturally wavy, so i have the option to wear it like that or, of course, i can straighten it. typically, my hair is good to me. I have also -after YEARS of failed attempts- learned the art of teasing my hair. Sure, it will all probably all be completely GONE by the time i'm 40 because of how damaging it is, but with the right comb, brush, and bottle of perfect hairspray (Aussie Instant Freeze, if you're curious), I can somewhat achieve the Brigitte Bardot thing that I'm aiming for. Except this morning. I got off to a slightly delayed start, so i made the executive deciscion to pull my hair back today... not usually my BEST look, but I was in a hurry, as i could NOT be late twice in one week. Ya'll...it's bad. Like i said, early 60's icon is what i usually go for. ok, today, i look like Norman Bates' mother in "Psycho."
ok, question...Is it just me or do you always get compliments when you wear stuff that you swore you would never wear again? because that always happens to me when i wear things that i pull out of the cold, drafty, cobbweb-y depths of my closet. For instance, today, I wore a top that i bought at an outlet a few years ago (I think the only reason i bought it was because it was literally 90% off). When i got home with it, i put it on again and was agahst when i looked in the mirror to see that i looked 12 months pregnant. I think this goes without saying, but it never saw life outside of my closet. Anyways, since i have been home from school, i am still living out of my suitcase and couldn't find ANYTHING to wear this morning. I resorted to the unflattering maternity-esque shirt only to be showered with compliments at work...so, i guess a big thanks goes to Max Azria, who usually makes great clothes. unfortunately, i got the short end of the stick on this one...i think maybe the pattern used was for a circus tent...
lastly, a quick anecdote; I brought my lunch in an old Louis Vuitton paper shopping bag today (it was either that or a Rite Aid plastic baggie...what was i supposed to do?) anyways, the commotion that people made over it when i got to the lunchroom was comical. they acted as if i had 10 servants following me with my lunch, fanning me with a palm branch, primping my make-up and fixing my hair...good times. oh, next time, i'm bringing the Rite Aid bag.
Stay tuned in, dearies.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
not cut out for this...
Yeah, less than one week in and I can already tell that staying awake during work is going to be a big problem. I just wasn't made for this 9-5 business... or in my case, 7:30-4. now, don't get me wrong; i LOVE to file paperwork and transfer data... However, I miss the life that i led before i became a legitimate member of the work force.
Everything has been relatively uneventful for the past 24 hours, especially considering the incredible morning i had on monday. I did, however, hear Dave Ramsey speak last night...and i basically fail at life because i am the world's worst money manager (please see title of blog). seriously though, you're reading a post by a girl that once told her parents that she needed money in her account for books for school.. in my world, that translates to "i need to buy this article of clothing." (SIDENOTE: i bought a dress and i think i put it on to wear to something and then changed before i even left the house) - sick and twisted, i know.. do they have legitimate therapy for people like myself? SURELY there are others out there in the same designer boat as me, crippled by the continuous urge to shop and buy fabulous clothes...
In other news, one thing that i have come to like about my new place of employment is the fact that people "ooh and aah" over my clothes and shoes...sure, that may sound vein, but when you have 2 fashionistas for best friends (one is the Carrie-esque risk taker, the other has the whole Upper-East-Sider-that-vacations-in-the-Hamptons thing going for her), you sometimes fall between the cracks. Needless to say, yesterday when I wore my multi-colored heels, it was like i wore shoes made of solid gold. and today..oh man..today, i wore sequins. A fun little black frock with shoulders covered in black, turquoise, and magenta sequins. um, it was like Santa Clause came into the office...i'm slightly a celebrity here. nbd.
on that note, have a fabulous rest of the day, dearies.
Everything has been relatively uneventful for the past 24 hours, especially considering the incredible morning i had on monday. I did, however, hear Dave Ramsey speak last night...and i basically fail at life because i am the world's worst money manager (please see title of blog). seriously though, you're reading a post by a girl that once told her parents that she needed money in her account for books for school.. in my world, that translates to "i need to buy this article of clothing." (SIDENOTE: i bought a dress and i think i put it on to wear to something and then changed before i even left the house) - sick and twisted, i know.. do they have legitimate therapy for people like myself? SURELY there are others out there in the same designer boat as me, crippled by the continuous urge to shop and buy fabulous clothes...
In other news, one thing that i have come to like about my new place of employment is the fact that people "ooh and aah" over my clothes and shoes...sure, that may sound vein, but when you have 2 fashionistas for best friends (one is the Carrie-esque risk taker, the other has the whole Upper-East-Sider-that-vacations-in-the-Hamptons thing going for her), you sometimes fall between the cracks. Needless to say, yesterday when I wore my multi-colored heels, it was like i wore shoes made of solid gold. and today..oh man..today, i wore sequins. A fun little black frock with shoulders covered in black, turquoise, and magenta sequins. um, it was like Santa Clause came into the office...i'm slightly a celebrity here. nbd.
on that note, have a fabulous rest of the day, dearies.
Monday, June 14, 2010
from bad to worse.
I tucked myself in round about 9:30 last night. I set my alarm for 6 a.m., preparing to wake up with ample time to get ready -I got new eyeshadow and wanted to make sure that my smokey eye was as flawless as possible- pack my lunch and then have a nice cup of coffee, and see myself off to a smooth start at 6:50. Mind you, work starts promptly at 7:30...
yeah, not so much. I rolled over, glanced at my phone and did 17 double-takes. the time read 8:08. after i audibly said, "you have got to be kidding me," i jumped out of bed and hopped all around my room for 15 seconds, flailing my arms around like a crazy person because i didn't even know where to start.
When my heart started beating again, i frantically called my boss, WHILE getting ready AND trying to make something out of the birds nest that was my hair (needless to say, the smokey eye was a no-go, seeing as my makeup bag didn't even see the light of day)..
When i finally got downstairs, I remembered that I had to pack a lunch. yeah right. I grabbed a gallon-sized ziplock bag, and threw in an easy mac and a diet coke. the lunch of champions, no? I then sprinted to our Keurig coffee pot -a gift from the Lord, might I add- and made a quick cup of coffee WHILE giving our senile poodle his medicine. After I grabbed everything i ran out the back door, down the concrete stairs...and slipped...although i'm relatively sure that my spine is forever damaged, I jumped up and bolted for my car. to hear the familiar ding of the low gas light...
ok. enough of that. i finally made it to work, where i rolled lapel pins into small strips of bubble wrap for 7. hours. straight. it was AWESOME... the good news is, i can probably roll sushi professionally now...
One highlight of my day was getting to read my work manual that discussed, in detail, the dress code for the office. I'd say that my favorite line was, "please, no extreme fashions." I guess my dream of dressing like Lady Gaga will have to wait...
sweet dreams, dearies.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
here we go.
Hello darling...s
My mom may or may not be the only person that will ever read my blog, but i'm adding the "s" onto darling just to be safe.. wouldn't want to leave anyone out. So, for those of you that don't know me, i'll give you a brief rundown. I love everything that has to do with fashion; clothes, shoes, handbags, accessories, make-up, hair...EVERYTHING.
since my days as a pitifully unfortunate looking little girl- freckles, bunny teeth and long red hair. that was permed. bad.- i have always looked at the beautiful, glossy pages of fashion magazines and dreamed of someday wearing the fabulous clothes that were sprawled across the pages. Unfortunately, as i grew older and my love for fashion flourished, my budget quickly dwindled. and by dwindled, of course, i mean completely disappeared. Sure, my parents were happy to get me anything that i needed, but they were quick to let me know that saving money is something that i would need to learn how to do and that it would be beneficial for my future.
so, while they gave/give me speeches about finance, my eyes glaze over and i slip into a beautiful daydream filled with Christian Louboutin's, Manolo Blahnik's and Vogue-worthy apparel that all takes place at the beauty counter at Saks. I smile and nod and make them seem that i have a deep concern for my financial state, and most of the time I can get away with it.
Some might say that I have a little bit of a problem... sure, ok, so i like to shop. some people like to dance, or -blech- run, or play golf or go fishing. Shopping and loving fashion are my hobbies. it's what i love. so, that being said, here we go...
Let's start by saying that with me and my lack of money, i have recently become relatively thrifty. don't be mistaken, i'm no penny pincher, but i have gotten BETTER at thrifting and changing up what i already have.. until i can finally go into a store and ask for one of everything. it will be glorious...
And finally, the most exciting part; MY WORK. ya'll aren't even ready for what is to come in the following weeks. picture it; me. working. i have my own cubicle and phone and computer and everything. i'm also the only intern for the entire company, so my days are spent hopping frantically from department to department trying to make sure that everyone is happy. i'm legit.
keep in touch, dearies. i'll be back tomorrow!
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