looking back, I was a fairly awkward child. I mean, the glasses... ugh.
but at the time I really was a magical thinker, I thought I looked like my dolls and also thought I was pretty much one of the better looking girls. I also thought I was a master-crafter, thanks to my mom's undying praise for all things artistic that I did.
hence my angelic grin when I perfectly replicated Kirsten's American Girl Doll Christmas Head Wreath... #nailedit
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a little while back I won the cutest baseball tee from an All Women Stalk facebook contest (yes AWS, great blog, great apps, great giveaways.... blah blah blah). Now that I am overwearing the shirt I won I want more & based on the nautical inspiration of the brand I feel as though the time to stock up will be Pre-Figawi weekend :D
the brand... The Printed Palette
here is me rocking my current adorbs t *live life anchored*:
side note, the brand runs true to size so I would say for the slouchy look, order up a size
other side note, they frequently run Instagram / Twitter sales so watch out!
Money can buy happiness. It can buy ::
Treasure. The best treasure.
& because I am so altruistic I am sharing the details of my treasure.
One day I was perusing Saucy Glossie and saw the awesomest bracelets (and thought, how nice more shiz I cannot afford nor will I ever remember to purchase... #firstworldprobz).
Serendipitiously I found myself in the SOWA Market in Boston that Sunday and saw a little booth with the *same* bracelets... no joke, same brand! There I met Lana and her mother and bought one, and it was love (especially the magnetic metal clasp and tiny logo charm)!!!
I even bought more cheap-o friendship bracelets to complete my look!
Lo and behold I lost it in Lake George. Then I bought another at Flock... another water victim, this time to the Jaw's bridge in Martha's Vineyard. Damn my bridge jumping vanity!
Luckily, Lana reached out to me and we connected. The icing on the cake was an invite to her awesome workshop in South Boston & meeting her precious little Fiona <3
xoxo thanks Lana!
I work for a major retailer in the U.S. which sells billions yearly in their 3 main stores. I have the rewarding job of working in the digital marketing department on 3 brands - 2 of the brands are fashion brands and 1 is a home brand, which is great because of the discount of the inspiration for my personal life!
it also makes it challenging to have a blog theme as I want to post outfits as well as home inspirations... #princessprobz #lesigh
here is an outfit I chose to wear this week & I am not shocked anymore (after seeing the pics) why 3 separate men hit on me that day... it is a bootylicious pencil skirt when caught from the right angle. play up your assets, girls!
skirt - boutique in allston 5 years ago (from either Pixi or Lola's... can't remember)
tank - gifted from bf xmas'11 from Nordstrom
Marc Fisher heels - bought for interview at said company in oct'11
Chanel Sunnies - gifted from bf for vday... love <3
bracelet - self-gifted in roatan, honduras in jan'06
ring - gifted from my talented mother, it is an amethyst on 16K gold from James Meyer Jewelry.
watch - gifted as a joke from Nick who bought it for the series 7(?) exam and specifically asked in kmart for the cheapest watch. yes. true story.
necklace - found in the trash room at old apartment, where there was an entire display of jewelry set out for trash. I am assuming an angry ex-bf dumped his gf's shiznit for the world to steal. thank you, messy breakups.
photoshopping - OMG thanks to Brittany for making me tan / my teeth gleam :D
I have a wrinkle in my forehead. I guess I furrowed my brow enough and it got stuck that way. In desperation I've been trying to associate it with dehydration or sleeping on my stomach (with my face jammed into the pillow, so the most likely culprit).
That's it. Nothing left to do but get older.
Might as well throw in the towel and say goodbye to my youth right now. In fact, I think I may want to start acting like an old woman. That means I can be even MORE crazy and forgetful than I already am. Forget my underwear? No biggie (those of you that know me already know that this has been occuring for years now, so in all actuality, my mental deterioration has had many telltale signs of slippage).
In fact, I've already changed my lounging attire to include Uggs and a men's t-shirt. It's pretty awesome and comfortable, although bending over and walking can be pretty embarassing.
You know what's awesome? This ::
It is a steel, rolling, metal clothing rack, designed by my boyfriend for my clothes and shoes. Thereby eliminating his constant headache due to my running around like a chicken with her head cut off when I can't put together an outfit at his house. It's one of my favorite things right now and he even sanded it down so I wouldn't get scraped on any rough edges.
it's true. it feels really shitty to break into a bag or box of sweets alone... but add a friend and VOILA instant comradery.
my mom always vents online about how she suffers through communal food in the workplace, and sure enough at my job there is pizza/pastries/candy/etc... every f ing day. which makes me think of that post going around Facebook with the Ethiopian kids up against the fat white chick on a supermarket sweep... sigh... #whitegirlproblems ::
either way, since starting this job I have had no pizza and none of the delicious North End pastries... not a one. and hence, even though I am not a skinny mini I still fit in summer clothes :D ::
My baby Olive is sick with some sort of liver problem (again), so I've decided that accepting the situation followed by a heavy dose of distraction are the best solutions.
The morning of school pictures in 2nd grade my mom yelled at me for dressing too trashy - it was a blue and white striped shirt (think trainwreck zebra...) that had the shoulders cut off with 4-5 strings laying where a piece of cloth might belong. I felt uber grown up and trendy and was forced out of it and into a hand me down carnation pink dress with gray circles all over it. Compromise, my ass...
The following year I really showed her by staying up late the night before school pictures with my Tean Beat magazine and decided which teen sensation I would emulate. I chose Kris Kross. Yes the boys. I broke into the medicine cabinet and shaved off spaces in BOTH eyebrows. Sick. Really Tubular & Radical. Also I tried on my overalls with one strap down for good measure. WTF why can't I be tan?!!?
It worked out well until that meddling ***** freaked out (why MOM seriously... I look SO toughhhhh), and pencilled in my eyebrows. Foiled again.
Just recently I realized that I am a grown-up, and guess what? Now I can wear what I want and NO ONE is going to stop me bahahah!!!
Eat your heart out. Vomiting Rainbow Explosion!!!!
Yup. Colors abound. That's all for now, think sweet thoughts for my little bullie love.
I have updated my goals! But I am not posting them... Way too personal and timeline oriented. Rest assured, I am still holding myself to them. In the meantime I will write about vapid things like Christmas lists and fashion blogs :D
For my new job in Marketing at TJX, I play a role in Social Media and blogging. One of the best parts of the job is the fact that I *must* stay abreast of fashion blogs. They don't look so hard, so I've decided to merge some of my (often misguided) style choices into this blog. For example, my Christmas list (which I am not inserting a hyperlinked list for, as these are material items and I am so personally fulfilled without them that it's an exercise more than anything) ::
Yes. the Nike Free iD does say "LULU" and "OLIVE" <3
My list is better than last year's list though. Oh wait. They're the same.
On another note. here are some excellent fashion blogs to follow:
Merry Christmas, from Cindy Lu Hoo!