Friday, September 9, 2011

conversations with my dad


[To preface-- earlier this week I was talking with my dad on the phone and he was giving me an update on the dog. As always. He told me that she was recently diagnosed with a bladder infection. This causes her to stop and squat about every couple of seconds on their four mile walk, but nothing comes out. She's receiving meds and is on the mend, but it's a long process.]

DAD
I'm worried about her self-esteem,

ME
Why?

DAD
Well, I mean it's very frustrating when she stops every four seconds! It puts a crimp in our time. And she makes eye contact with me the whole time she's doing it.

ME
Yeah, she tends to do that.

DAD
And then I yell, "YOU DON'T HAVE ANY PEE LEFT IN THERE!" I don't think she understands me. But then sometimes she poops and I have to say, "Oh, wait, sorry, my mistake."

ME
You apologize to the dog?

DAD
Well, yeah, I don't want her to have some kind of Freudian complex and think it's not okay for her to poop. That could be damaging.



...If any of you were curious as to where my personality comes from, maybe now you know.

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

how to celebrate an anniversary


Just take it from Boyf and I, because we are experts. Yesterday was exactly seven-hundred and thirty days since the day when he asked me if I wanted to be his girlfriend. If you want to celebrate in style, like we did, simply follow these easy steps.


1) Stay in bed until approx. 10 am because it is Labor Day. Keep talking about how glad you are you don't have to go to work.

2) Make pancakes together because that is what adorable couples do and you are nothing if not an adorable couple, goddammit!* Put cut up peaches in the batter. Then, while your doting other half slaves over the actual making of the pancakes on the hot stove, ignore the dishes and any semblance of helping him and read blogs on your laptop instead.

3) Do laundry. Debate for a long time if you should sullen this holiest of holy days by venturing into the Dark and Scary Basement Which Has A Fallout Shelter Which Also Has A Padlock On It (I Mean, What Is The Point Of A Fallout Shelter That No One Can Access?!). Decide that ultimately, nothing kills romance faster than smelling bad.

4) Ask your beloved if you can borrow quarters because you don't have any, because you are not a real adult. Make no effort to repay said "borrowed" quarters.

5) Exchange gifts. Give him only half of his, because you waited too long to order the other half, and it has yet to arrive. Watch as he makes a big deal over how much he likes his half gift. Then open his gift for you and cry like a small child over how perfect and thoughtful it is.

6) Play James Taylor records and make hummus. Realize that three-day weekends are life's way of showing you how lame you are. Shouldn't you be able to think of more things to do on an extra day off?

7) Offer Boyf a bite of said hummus and watch as he almost keels over from the amount of garlic you put in.

8) Start thinking about where you want to go for your Fancy Anniversary Dinner.

9) Realize, as Boyf attemps to make reservations, that everywhere. Is. Closed. Something about a national holiday? Who knew.

10) Finally break down and put on jeans instead of the cutoffs you've been shivering in all day. Summer is over.

11) Go to Wegman's and take Boyf's declaration of, "Anything you want, babe, seriously" a little too seriously. Put literally everything you see into the cart for dinner. End up with a wedge of brie, a white baguette, overpriced gourmet hamburger patties, rolls, two giant potatoes, three different kinds of cheesy dip from the olive bar, and a six-pack of raspberry beer. Purposefully forget that Boyf really doesn't like fruity beer so as to give yourself an excuse to drink the whole thing.

12) Make dinner. Burn yourself making steak fries.

13) Eat said dinner in front of the TV. Watch three episodes of Sons of Anarchy, Season One.

14) Ignore the dishes.

15) Make him kiss you on the face an obnoxious amount before passing out at 10:30.


See? IS EASY. If you want, the next day you can blog about your special day and then ask him if you can put up a picture of him cuddling with a toy elephant on your blog. He will probably say yes, because he's a gem and all that.


*See, I told you there would be more swearing!

Sunday, September 4, 2011

dawn of the dead



Well, hello!

Here are some things that have been going on in the past couple months. Please pick and choose from among this list to formulate a custom excuse for why I have been absent from the blogosphere for almost exactly three months.

  • I bought two vegan cookbooks and seriously thought about going vegan.
  • I stuffed bratwursts in my face two at a time at the company End of Summer Picnic.
  • Girl Roomie and Boy Roomie moved out.
  • New Roomie moved in. His name is Brian. He's okay I GUESS.
  • I got a promotion at work! However, it doesn't kick into effect until December, so I am going to be poor for a little while longer.
  • I turned into my mother and started eating oatmeal for breakfast, force-feeding Boyf vitamins against his will and spraying everyone with SPF 50 every ten minutes.
  • I stopped wearing cool clothes because I work in an office thirty hours a week and no one there understands over-the-knee socks.
  • I sweat my ass off during the same ridiculously humid summer that I so looked forward to during the ridiculously snowy winter.
  • I gained eleven pounds.
  • I begged incessantly for a puppy, much to Boyf's irritation.
  • I cut my hair off.
  • I finally got my car's oil changed!
  • !!!!!!
  • Seriously guys, the oil thing is a big deal.
  • Also, I bought a pepper grinder and it might be my favorite purchase of all time.
See?

I'm not sure what kind of blog this iteration is going to be. What I do know is that I want it to feel more personal, and I'm not sure if right now that necessarily means posting an outfit three times a week. Also I wanted to be able to curse more, because I curse a lot in real life and people don't really curse a lot on fashion blogs. Has anyone else realized that?

But I still like blogging, and I miss you guys. Also, apparently my dad tells people about my blog when they ask how I'm doing in Buffalo. So I have to give the people something, you know?

What I do know is that it's good to be back. Again.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

flashback


In this picture, I am either nineteen or twenty years old. I'm inclined to say I was twenty (actually I know for a fact that I was...) but I like putting the question of my being nineteen in there because it makes it easier to push that dress off on the folly of youth.

This picture was taken the winter of my junior year of college. (It's crazy how long ago that was and how recent it seems!) I was going to a fraternity formal with Kevin, the guy in the picture and one of my very best friends in the whole wide world. There are a whole series of pictures from that night that are much more flattering than this one and do not give my face the appearance of seven chins, but this one is Kevin's favorite and (secretly) mine.

Kevin is the best. He's the funniest person I know, he's cheated death three times (or is it four now?), he has awesome musical taste and in college he would let me play RockBand in his living room until I almost went comatose. We had a lot of fun at the formal...probably more fun than everyone else did because they were all either fighting with their girlfriends or trying to impress their dates, and we just...did our usual thing. Which is to have fun and be awesome.

He sent me a CD in the mail the other day. It felt like highschool, where you would trade CD's that you illegally burned with all your best friends. I miss him.

Oh and also, how ridiculous is that dress?! I got it from Kohl's but I think the label is Mandee? I couldn't tell you because the neckline is truly obscene and I got rid of it about a year ago.


Here's a song from the CD Kev sent me:



I think you should all post embarrassing pictures of poorly conceived formal wear, too. Or pictures of your best friends. Because I did, and I'm in a nostalgicky mood today.

Monday, May 30, 2011

tweet tweet tweet


Who rocks in the treetop, all the day long, hoppin' and a boppin' and a singin' this song?

The answer is me. I do. Because I caved in and I have a twitter now.

Guys, I am twitter defective. So you should all be my friends and explain to me how it works, okay? :)

I had a long, sunny weekend during which I had to take two showers a day because it's so hot here. I'll tell you all about it tomorrow, I promise.

I leave you with a photo of a baby elephant conquering a log. Why? Because it's adorable.

Thursday, May 26, 2011

bloggity blog


shoes- urban outfitters
skirt- forever 21
shirt- h&m

Do you see this beautiful hairstyle? This is what you get when you try to copy Emily's lovely tutorial before work, ask your boyfriend for a quick time-check when you're done braiding the four braids, and then freak out when you find out it's ten minutes later than you thought it was and instead of following said lovely tutorial, you simple haphazardly pin braids to the top of your head in a random way.

I'm a genius, I know. I had two people at work today tell me they liked my hair, though. One of them was a man. Granted, he was old enough to be my dad, but still. Male approval! Of my hair! Heretofore unheard of!

Also, guys, I felt very...blogger-y today. Pattern! Color! Milkmaid braids! Nerdy glasses! I was going to wear my crazy wedges but then I decided that it was just too much and went with my standard wear-them-to-work-pretty-much-every-day flats. Too bad I only got one decent photo of all this bloggy goodness, though. It's thunderstorming out in Buffalo today, so I couldn't go outside to take pictures.

What's the weather like around you guys? And do you ever have days where all you can get is one picture? Boo.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

urban jungle







shoes- target
dress- ASOS
vest- penney's
belt- dockers
earrings- topshop

There are some really cute areas in my neighborhood. And then, there are places like this. This doctor's office is close to my apartment but I swear I have never seen anyone go in or out of it. The grass always needs to be cut and, as you can see, the sign in front of the garage makes it sound like a high-security lock-up.

So, I mean of course I would take outfit photos here.

These shoes are both really new, really cute and (at this point in the day) really painful. But for twenty-five bones, I'll take them. Also, I really need to get myself some new contact lenses, but until I do, meet my glasses! You've seen them before, but I have a feeling that you all are going to become good friends.

I want to go shopping. I think I have an addiction. I just bought these shoes and a cardigan on Sunday, but I still want to go for a really good, long thrift and drive somewhere that has an H&M. I have a problem. Boyf saw me walk up to the register at Target the other day (we'd gone with our friends just to tag along on the way to somewhere else) and deadpanned, "Actually, I was thinking that you really do need about six more pairs of shoes. I'd been meaning to mention it to you."

Hardy har, babe. Hardy har har.

What have you guys been itching to buy lately? And what did you do on this lovely, beautiful day?

Sunday, May 22, 2011

a weekend in pictures

So I'm not good at remembering to take pictures of things as they happen. The way I've always thought, why would I stop enjoying something so that I can document how much I'm enjoying it? Like, sooo meta, right?

But the thing is, I like it when I do remember to take pictures of stuff. I like looking over my past as much as the next person. And this weekend was awesome, so I tried to take pictures of it as it happened. Baby steps, people, baby steps.


Starter baby herb garden. We play find-the-sun with it all day. This location? Bathroom
window ledge, right above the toilet.

Bedroom! Prayer flags, Boyf's new favorite hat, Elephant and Gabriel Garcia Marquez.
All things that are good.

POTATOES. COOKING IN BACON GREASE. BEST.

It was supposed to be Ni├žoise salad, but we adjusted it kind of. So it was delicious and I ended up calling it French fry salad, because of the friend nature of the potatoes. Boyf says that makes it sound less healthy, but I think it makes it sound duly delicious.


Lots and lots of Parks and Rec. It's funny. I like it. I'm actually watching it right now.

Also, yes, that is a green sock monkey on top of the TV. He looks like he's passed out. We only have two stuffed animals in the whole apartment, but judging by these pictures it kind of looks like we have them everywhere. We are real grown-ups, I promise.

Also, yes, that is wine you see there. It is delicious and I am twenty-one, just to make that clear.


Handsome man, declining to be photographed. Wahhh.


Breakfast this morning at my favorite coffee shop ever ever ever. I got granola with fruit and yogurt and honey and an Americano. My mug was shaped like a rattlesnake, which officially makes it the coolest mug ever, and I got to read more of my book.

The girl at the table next to me got a whole pot of tea on a super adorable tray with a honey pot and a sugar bowl and a creamer and spoons and cups and stuff. And there is a whole list of teas you can choose from. I made Boyf promise we can come back next weekend. And even though he doesn't drink tea and I am going to end up drinking the whole pot on my own, I don't even care. Also they have ebelskivers which make my mouth water. Yum yum.

And now my handsome man is in the kitchen making some pasta with asparagus and proscuitto and then we are going to watch Game of Thrones and go over to his parents house to help open the pool. Which means that Boyf is going to open the pool and I am going to drink wine and chat with his mom.

Weekends are the best best ever! :)

Monday, May 2, 2011

vloggitys

video

I totally stole that word from Jofus and Nina. Oops.
(BTW, are you guys as obsessed as I am? Cause you should be.)

Thursday, April 28, 2011

personal pizzas








shoes- etsy
dress- ASOS
cardigan- target
scarf- vintage

Guys, I need more dresses. My mother says that I don't need any more clothes, but I wear the two solid cotton shift dresses that I have to work just about once a week. My mall doesn't have an H&M yet, so I'm thinking about a trip this weekend, even though I spent way too much money at Zara last weekend. But I mean, dresses! Come on! What's more important than looking nice and feeling nice at work? (The answer, in case you were wondering, is nothing. Nothing at all.)

So this past weekend was fun. In addition to everything you guys read about in Lexie's post, I spent a lot of time on the bus during which a man snored in my ear for eight hours, bought gnocchi at Eataly, drank about a gallon of vino, and got asked if I was Colombian twice at a club. (???) All in all, a solid win.

It's good to be home though. I never thought I would pine for our pea-green apartment and our sticky leather couches, but I did. I was also glad to get back to work. My email inbox was like my little abandoned child, just waiting for me to soothe it and put it back in order.

I spent the day today eating the chocolate out of a couple of sample advent calendars and picking out what I want for lunch tomorrow. It's Administrative Assistant's day, and the salesmen in our office are buying all us girls lunch. I'm getting a broccoli cheddar personal pizza.

It's good to be home.

Monday, April 25, 2011

i gave in

So. This weekend Lexie informed me that she is being harassed by various and sundry people who are making her promise that she will make me get a Twitter? GUYS. Why did you put Lexie on the case? Did you know that's she's like one of those alligators? Like, when her jaws clamp down on an idea they don't let up again. (Lex, don't be mad that I just compared you to an alligator. You are the prettiest alligator.)

So, I haven't hopped on that train quite yet you guys, but I did finally get invited to Pinterest today and I am so obsessed. So obsessed, guys. If you have one, follow me. You get to see me obsessively posting about my love of baby elephants and Justin Townes Earle. It's revolting and great.

I haven't posted about weekend yet, but Lex did. Follow the link above and observe on how she is better at documenting weekends and operating on no sleep than I am.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

in which boyf is a genius

Scene: 10 pm, way past bedtime. Elle is scrambling around, frantically packing and Google-searching "what to wear to a club in the Meatpacking District." Boyf is watching said scramble, bemused.

Me: I have no idea what to wear. None. Literally, none. What do people wear to clubs?

Boyf: Just wear the simplest thing you have.

Me: What? Why?

Boyf: It's always best to look like yourself when everyone around you looks like a fool.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

saturday morning


So sometimes when I am really rushing to get ready I come out into the living room and find out that Boyf and I are wearing practically the exact same shirt and practically the exact same glasses.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

bison dip





heels- thrifted
skirt- thrifted
tee- h&m
necklace- h&m

Does anyone else feel naked without tights?! I wore this skirt to work approximately a bajillion times (okay, or more like three) this winter and didn't think twice about it, but I wore it to work today and totally skeezed myself out when I made one of my 5o4,857,037 trips to the bathroom and caught sight of myself in the mirror. (I break up my day by getting multiple cups of coffee from the kitchen and fixing myself various cups of herbal tea. It keeps me entertained and hydrated but also ensures that everyone thinks I have some kind of bizarre bladder disorder. Ironically, it would be more awkward to explain that I don't actually have a bladder disorder because how do you bring up a topic like that? So I just let people think it.)

These yellow shoes are actually really uncomfortable because they're a little too small, but I suffer for them because OHMYGOD THEY ARE BRIGHT YELLOW.

The Sabres are in some kind of bigdealfuntimesplayoff game or some shizz tonight, so I am currently surrounded by boys who are wearing cutoff jorts (?) (Why is it okay when I do it but REALLY NOT OKAY when boys do it?) and eating chips and yelling at the TV. They all invited themselves over. How many beer bottles is this chick going to have to rinse out in the morning?

The answer is so many. So freaking many. But it's okay because I love them all immensely.

Also, it was nice out today. Discuss.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

then how come my conscience is so clean?


I will give you guys a cookie if you can tell me what my post title is from. Fact: I never know what to title anything, so I just pull quotes from whatever I'm watching on TV. I am not as cool as I make myself seem, and I don't really think I make myself seem that cool.

So I went shopping yesterday. I was doing some freelance work and I cruised ASOS and Blowfish shoes during the commercials. This might not seem like such a weird thing, but I was on a self-imposed shopping ban that I was breaking. I bought jeans, cork-soled clogs, and a shirt I can wear to work. I spent around $150.

For some people, that's a trifling amount. For others, a fortune. I'm not sure how I feel about it. I've been trying hard to budget myself lately, but it's proving difficult. I got a booklet on planning for my retirement from work yesterday and flipped through it in bewilderment. When I lived at home after college, my parents were kind enough not to charge me any rent, so my expenses were minimal. That's great, and means I was able to save up a lot, but it also means that right now is the first time in my life I'm balancing rent, groceries and bills. I've eked out a budget for essentials, but I have one big column right now labeled "Miscellany" that keeps tallying up more and more.

I know that Kimmie has a very specific budget for what she spends on clothes. Kelsey and her hubs have done really interesting posts on how they got out of debt. Some people buy only thrift, and others make their own clothes. I'm lucky enough not to have to support anyone but myself right now, but I'd like to know how you guys plan for things. I know asking about money is touchy, but I like to think of this as planning.

So, how do you guys do it? Excel spreadsheets? Meticulous checkbook-balancing? Do you buy clothes whenever the urge crops up, or do you plan shopping trips? Do you have a percentage or a dollar amount that you spend on clothes? Is it broken down weekly, monthly, yearly?

You guys are the most stylish bunch on the interwebs, and I'd love to hear just how you do it. Lay it on me!

PS- I was going to do an outfit post today but then we ate dinner and in cleaning up I spilled water all down my front. Outfit post fail. Womp womp.

Monday, April 11, 2011

made possible by viewers like you!






shoes- urban outfitters
skirt- f21
vest-penney's
teeshirt- h&m

This post courtesy of Buffalo finally deciding to get spring-y and Boyf's self-proclaimed "amateur" (also known as, "You pick your photo location, Babe, I don't know anything about taking pictures.") photog skills. I think he did a pretty snazzy job, if I do say so myself. Boyf had to move his car by 6:00 so he wouldn't get a ticket, and I tagged along so I could get my first ever photo shoot in natural lighting.

This spring I'm obsessed with two looks: Little shift dresses paired with simple, clean flats, and enormous flares with clunky, ugly, beautiful cork soled wedges. Boyf is of the opinion that we can't squeeze even one more pair of shoes into our apartment, but I think I can find a way to make it happen.

Also, tonight for dinner we baked some tofu and broccoli and yellow peppers and smothered them in homemade peanut sauce. And it was good. And if you want my recipe for peanut sauce, just message me and I'll give it to you. Or post it on the blog. Or something.

What did you guys have for dinner? Hey, I'm just nosy. And I like food. Also, what looks are you digging for spring?

Thursday, April 7, 2011

won't you guess my name?






shoes- target
shirt- new york & co.
skirt- h&m

So today I woke up and I said, "Buffalo, New York, I have had quite about enough of you. This is ridiculous. I am not wearing tights today and you can't make me." And then I stomped out the door and almost froze to death by the time I got to my car. By the time I got out of work today, though, it was much warmer out. I think Buffalo must have reconsidered my threat.

I was originally going to wear my pink cardigan over this, and cuff the sleevs of my button-down over top like I did here, but the shirt was too bulky or the caridgan wasnt bulky enough or something, and it didn't work so I went with the blue-on-blue. I look like a postal worker, but I kind of like it. Monochrome is in this season, if the stylists of everyone who's hosted SNL so far are correct. Right?

Oh, and this is the hallway between our living room and the bedrooms. Very exciting, I know. All those bloggers who take their outfit photos in the sweeping and majestic outdoors have nothing on me. I have green walls. And a white door.

Also, the reason why I am on my toes so much is because Boyf said, "Do something cool," and I randomly hit fourth position. I have no idea why. But after that I was in ballerina mode the whole time and he couldn't stop me. Maybe my subconscious is trying to make me look taller? I have no idea. I wasn't a good ballerina even when I was one, but all I'm going to say now is LOOK GUYS I'M ARTISTIC. And I hope that's good enough.

Oof I have to run! I'm getting together to go bowling with some people from my office. Yes, you heard me right. Bowling. How are the rest of you celebrating almost-the-weekend?

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

a muffin full of glass





shoes- payless
pants- target
tee- h&m
blazer- thrifted
earrings- old navy

So today I wore the most comfortable pants in the world. They were counteracted by the most uncomfortable shoes in the world, so I guess I come out at an even neutral. The pants are comfortable because they're ponte knit. They're a little baggier in some places than I would like, but they are also only $20, and I guess you get what you pay for. The shoes are high and have no cushioning, but they also were only $20. Same story. Either I need to stop complaining or buy better quality clothing. Hm.

Tonight for dinner I cut an eggplant into strips, broiled it up for ten minutes, coated it in siracha and soy sauce and served it over rice. It was maybe the easiest thing I've ever made and my goodness, was that mess good. Boyf snarfed it up and had seconds, which just goes to show that the gals over at Cheap Healthy Good really do know their stuff.

So I know I've been talking about this for a while, but seriously, folks, I can't decide whether or not to cut my hair. Why don't y'all vote on it in the comments? I JUST CAN'T DECIDE ON MY OWN.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

beef

I feel like we read the kind of post I'm about to write periodically: Someone doesn't post for a while, comes back, claims to feel burnt-out on blogging, uninspired, frustrated. Some people make their livelihood of this, yes, but for me and for a lot of you, it's just a hobby. So why do we burn ourselves out over it?

I think it's because a lot of you are like me. So many of the blogs I love are written by girls who remind me of me, and I think maybe we have the same problems. I could be wrong, but I have a sneaking suspicion that we're all perfectionists, that we love the feeling of a job well done, that we'd all rather stay up until 3am than leave a loose end. And putting that much effort into something that's supposed to be fun can be exhausting, right? For me, this not only encompasses the daily mechanics of running a blog, but the whole style part of it as well. Should I be shopping more? Should I be shopping less? Are stripes in? What about florals? Should I be mixing my patterns? Do I need more accessories?

On one hand, this is great. There are a lot of looks I wouldn't have been pushed to try if I hadn't had blogging as a way to guinea-pig them. I probably never would have actually worn my fur coat outside, or even experimented with something as basic as skinny belts. However, there was also a lot of self-imposed pressure I was feeling to use more accessories and make outfits crazier so they'd be more "blog-worthy." Do you guys do this? I know, for me, the key to my aesthetic is simple, simple, simple. I don't like crazy, I don't like cluttered. I would find myself putting together outfits I didn't even like and getting frustrated, or getting really down on myself when I was tired before work and I put something together that I didn't love. And where's the joy in that?

The thing is, this was all on me. This wasn't blogging, this was how I felt about me. It's not like people were leaving me comments saying, "PILE ON MORE NECKLACES OR I'M GOING TO STOP FOLLOWING YOU." I had to take a step back and realize that you guys don't want to see the same "trendy" look over and over any more than I want to dress that way. If I dress in a way that aesthetically pleases me, ultimately that's going to make for the best post, no matter what.

I had to sit myself down and think about what I really like, outfit-wise and not. What kinds of blogs do I like? What street style shots do I copy onto my desktop and file away carefully? Which blogs' updates do I get really, really excited about?

The answer's kind of obvious, but I love blogs that have a specific focus. For example, even though money is a touchy subject, I really like Kimmie and Alyson's frank posts on budgeting. I get excited for Emily and Bekah's posts because I like getting peeks of their sweet pups. Like everyone else, I love hearing what the Chics have to say about the academic side of fashion. It's not about finding a gimmick, but rather about loving and being interested both in what you're wearing and what you have to say.

So. This novel being written, I'm going to just say that my little bloggy space might be undergoing some changes soon. And also that I'm going to put up an outfit tomorrow. Not today, though, because I looked like a grandma in what I wore today.

And, also, I freakin' missed you guys.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

elaine




shoes- pierre dumas via endless
pants- liz clairborne via the goodwill
top- ASOS

So this is one of those outfits that I felt like dynamite in, but then when I took some pictures and checked them out, I decided that maybeee this isn't my most flattering silhouette?

But you know what? That doesn't matter because I love these pants. I love how retro-90's I feel in them. I love the ridiculous silky lining. I love the puff sleeves on this top. I love these shoes. My hair was fun to play with today. So, you know what? So what if this outfit makes me look midget-short and top-heavy. There are more important things. Right?

I got a free polo shirt from work today. It has a pretty sexy brand name embroided on the chest in gold and the head salesman in my department just gave it to me because he happened to have it lying around. And it fits like a glove and makes me super dorky happy because I like my job so much and it's the first time I've had a job where people are this nice to each other all the time. Also I got a free travel mug for my coffee and a couple of cases of filled croissants.

How have your weeks been so far, kiddos?

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

you look perfect and i look BAD






boots- modcloth
tights- walmart
dress- ASOS
blazer- the goodwill

The last two posts confused me so much, guys. Everyone kept asking why I was such a creep and had binoculars on my windowsill.

"Binoculars?" says I. "What binoculars would my fellow bloggers possibly be talking about?"

And then I looked more closely and realized that, when supine, the PlayStation Move controllers look just like I'm a huge creep and like staring into hospital windows. Well played, all.

In other news, I had a pretty awful night of sleep last night, so today I went for an unbelted dress and a blazer that feels like a hoodie. And I wondered if I could get away with wearing boots to work and then found out that I could.

Oh, and in these pictures I'm not looking at the camera. I don't know if you all noticed. Usually I'm avoiding the camera for no reason, but this time I'm waching Zach Garliflankis host SNL. And it's funny. And it's where my post title is from. Kaboom kabam.