Thursday, February 24, 2011

work clothes

shoes- pierre dumas via endless
tights- walmart
skirt- old navy via goodwill
top- ASOS

Hey guys. Work is kicking my butt. I'm still training and my job isn't hard, but getting up early and driving for so long every day are killing me. And I don't even get up that early!

This skirt is awesome because it is super comfy and was super cheap and has pockets. And these shoes are awesome because I'd been wearing flats to work and getting dirty looks from everyone for not being fancy enough, so now everyone is relieved that I'm not going to get yelled at for being a frump.

Also, the shoes are awesome because they are cute and were cheap. I probably should have mentioned that first, huh?

I'm super sorry I haven't been keeping up with comments. I only work thirty hours a week, but let's just say the environment there is stressing me out a ton. Hopefully things will be changing soon, but I don't want to say too much for fear of jinxing it.

I went shopping today with Girl Roomie. She starts her new job on Monday, so we were supposed to get work clothes. We got some nice things from Loft and New York & Co., but then we kind of got deviated and went to Forever 21 and Urban. Oops?

However, at my job the boss would rather have us dressed a little skanky but definitively feminine than be all covered-up, professional, and slightly androgynous. I know, I know. It makes me super uncomfortable, but at least I can justify my shopping binge this way?

Oof, y'all. How do grown-ups do it?

Friday, February 18, 2011

an homage

The Boyf is at a hockey game with Boy Roomie and Girl Roomie went home for the week. Hence, my profile pictures that remind me of Lexie's blog when she first started out and didn't have a real camera.

You can't really see, but I wore this top from ASOS, these jeans from F21, this scarf from H&M, this belt from Urban, this thrifted blazer, and my only pair of heels. You will all be proud to hear that I made it through the day without falling over and also one of the girls told me that i "dressed real cute." I definitely swapped my heels for my beatup emergency flats as soon as I hit the car. And then I got coffee with my friend and vented about how truly insane my new boss is.

Guys, is this real life? Check, please.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

just sayin'

I was gonna blog today but...
I have work tomorrow.
Yeah you heard me.
Before you all get too excited, it's just a temporary job.
Here's the catch though;
Tomorrow is 'jeans day' at the office I'm going to.
"Okay," I said to the girl on the phone, when she told me.
"Nice jeans," she said.
"Absolutely no rips or tears," she said. "No fraying."
"Right," I said, because this is kind of a no-brainer, you know?
"And you have to wear heels," she said.
"What?" I said.
"Closed-toe heels," she said. "If you wear open-toe, you have to have had a pedicure within the last week."
Um? I understand looking nice, but to qualify pedicures like that? Am I a geisha? Should I bring a fan with me too?
"I can't wear nice flats?" I said.
"On jeans day, we have to wear heels," she said. "And a nice top. Absolutely no tee-shirt material. And do you have a blazer?"
"Yes?" I said.
"You should wear the blazer," she said. "And a scarf. Silk, if you have it. And jewlery. And makeup."
"Okay," I said.
"Make sure you have makeup on," she said.
"Gotcha," I said.
"It's important that you wear makeup," she said.


Jesum crow, you guys. At this rate the job isn't going to be an excuse to go shopping. I'm going to have to wear a red lip every goddamn day just for my job security.

I spent the afternoon making my downstairs neighbors hate me by clomping around in my only black patent heels in order to remind myself what they're like. Finding an outfit that fit her exact qualifications was tricky. A nice shirt with a blazer with a scarf?! Can I please call the "too much" police?

I'll post the outfit tomorrow. Looking forward to it! Are you all pumped?

This is unrelated, but funny:

This is unrelated, but terrifying:

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

je reviens

boots- harley davidson
tights- we love colors
shorts- thrifted
jersey- some store in copenhagen
blazer- thrifted

Today is my day for wearing things I almost never wear. I had an interview this morning and wore a boring, boring outfit, so when I came home, I wanted to wear something different. I was rifling through my drawers, trying to find a shirt, when my eye caught this jersey. It's a soccer jersey, from when my family visited Denmark in 2006. I love it, but I almost never wear it because I'm never sure how to incorporate something so sporty into my wardrove. I've almost given it away so many times, but then stopped because of its sentimental value. I've been addicted to this blazer lately (I've officially decided to keep the shoulder pads in. Obsessed.) so that went on top. And what would my outfit be without shorts and tights?

Looking at my photos, I've realized that I have a lot of black leather shoes that lace up. My oxfords, my lace-up boots, these motorcycle boots... I guess I know what I like? I've had these boots since high school. Dad got them for me for Christmas my senior year, but flare jeans were "in" and tights weren't. That, coupled with my natural awkwardness, meant that I never knew how to wear these, and so I almost never did. Thank gravy I kept them, though. They have the most glorious lug sole. It's on, Buffalo weather! Bring it.

Boyf and I went to the bookstore and got coffee today. Then he watched the computer play Jeopardy. He was a gem to snap these shots of me during the commercial. What did you all do today?

PS- We are not alcoholics. I just live with two boys and we like to recycle, so the bottles hang around for a while. They make a nice backdrop, no?

PPS- My parents read this blog now, to keep up with my new life in Buffalo. Hi, Mom and Dad! I love you :)

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

happy birthday!

coat- vintage
boots- modcloth
tights- we love colors
socks- f21
shorts- thrifted
tank- h&m
top- charlotte russe

Not my birthday, it's Girl Roomie's! I'm excited anyway. We celebrated by getting brunch earlier today and then Coldstone just now. Her boyfriend, Boy Roomie, had the day off from work, too, so we all went out on these little excursions together and it was like a little family holiday. Aw.

Before anyone asks, yes, I am wearing both the same socks and shorts from yesterday. However, I would like to make the argument that two entirely different pairs of tights stood between them and my body on each occasion, and so it's practically as if I never wore them at all.

I finally spotlighted my fabulous fur. It was $15 at the thrift store in my hometown. My dad and his friends were doing some handyman-type stuff in there (fixing a sink, actually), and his freind spotted this coat and said, "Hey, Elle's Dad, wouldn't Elle love this?" So Dad bought it for me. I'm obsessed. It's so soft and honestly I think it's the warmest thing I own.

(I don't want to beat a dead horse, but I know that fur is a controversial issue and all I am going to say is this: I would never buy new fur. But this fur is vintage, so I feel as if it was acceptable for me to buy. My mother was worried that I would attract hordes of people flinging red paint everywhere I went, but as of yet I seem to be safe. Knock on wood.)

The only problem with the coat is some tears in the shoulders. A good furrier ought to be able to sort that out, but I think I need to worry about finding a job before I can focus on finding a furrier. Also, the cut of the coat makes it a little hard to lift my arms, which makes tasks such as driving, scraping off my car, etc., kind of difficult. My bestie Cait says that this is because chicks with fur coats usually have minions to lift their arms for them.

PS- Boyf had a lot of coffee today. He has a lot of coffee every day, but tonight when he was taking my picture he kept shouting commands at me. Commands like, "Show me bewildered fishwife! Anxious bank teller! Now you're a patient longshoreman! Show me aircraft controller with a head cold!" So excuse me if I look a little bewildered, anxious, patient, fluey, etc. I was only following orders.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011


boots- modcloth
tights- f21
socks- f21
dress- ASOS

So yesterday afternoon I finally went to go see Black Swan with Girl Roomie and her friend. And I was totally creeped out because I am such a wimpo, but that's another story. And upon leaving the theatre, I thought to myself, "Tomorrow, I am totally doing a ballerina-inspired outfit. Totally."

And then yesterday evening I went and saw Justin Townes Earle play at a bar. And I was completely stunned and fell in love with him and now I want to marry him, cocaine habit and all, and have lots of insane blue-eyed children who sing. (It's okay, Boyf is on board with this plan.) And I left the bar thinking, "Tomorrow, I am totally doing a Justin Townes Earle-inspired outfit. Totally."

And then this morning, while Girl Roomie and I P90X yoga-ed our little hearts out, Boyf went out on a coffee run and came back saying, "Holy hell. It's like a jillion degrees below zero out there today." And upon taking a shower and staring at my closet I thought to myself, "Okay, so I have to wear something warm today. Totally."

Somehow, those three factors contributed to me wearing tall socks and lace tights. Go figure.

PS- The second-to-last picture is what I look like at my most awkward. The last picture is what I look like when I find my Best Russian Short Stories copy under the couch and start dancing with it. You're welcome.

Monday, February 7, 2011


Blech. I'm going to be honest with you guys; this month has not been good to my body. The combination of stress and a new place and a new routine and Super Bowl Sunday? Let's just say my body was not feeling its most super-model-esque today. It didn't want to let me put clothes on it this morning. It rejected the red mini dress in favor of everything black and knit. So instead of an outfit post, I am going to show you what my apartment looks like! More specifically, my bedroom. Decor, etc! Dinner! Basil plants! Are you guys excited yet?

I'll admit these pictures are not great. Whether this is a result of Boyf being a better photog than me, or my apartment just not being as awesome of a model as I am, I can't be sure. But let's blame it on Apartment's inexpertise. Yes?

Girl Roomie's basil plant!

Instructions on how to turn a new mattress. In case anyone needs to know.

Dinner, in progress. Guess what it is!

Our room! Boyf, reading in a totally normal posture on our bed.

My favorite part of our room. Antique mirror, cheapie Target shelf, knit bear that my mother made for me, accessories, and a lovely photographic print Boyf got me for Christmas.

Bookshelves, jewlery stand, Boyf's desk. Art. A basket wherein I throw random things. Scintillating, I know.

My shoes. The hanger makes the closet hard to close and the shoes make the closet smell like feet. But it's so, so worth it. Otherwise they'd all be on the floor.

PS- I read some blogger the other day who shall remain nameless, and she said she owns forty pairs of shoes and she feels like this is a normal number of shoes to own. Forty! Those are all but three of my pairs of shoes, right there, over the door. I am shoe-poor? How many pairs do you guys own?

Our art of the day. We're so cultered.

Finished dinner! It's a vegan recipe for coconut curried rice. I'm not sure if I liked it, actually. But it sure looks pretty, no?

Boyf got these on a trip to Paris in high school.

Close up of our bookshelf. I just realized these are out of order, but you can tell that this is the bedroom and that the food is the kitchen, right?

Map of the place where we met. :)

Handsome man readin' a book. He told me he would let me take a picture of him if I filled his water bottle. He drives a hard bargain.

Friday, February 4, 2011

in which you can see the view from my window! (it's a hospital)

shoes- urban outfitters
tights- walmart
skirt- ASOS
oxford- old navy
pearls- sierra trading post
glasses- warby parker

YOU GUYS! Today was a much better day. I had one job interview in the morning that went spectacularly better than I had expected, and then, as soon as I got home from the first interview, I got a surprise call from a staffing agency I had put an application in to. The very nice man wanted me to come in "for a chat" in like an hour and a half! Listen, I know calling it a "chat" instead of an "interview" is the oldest trick in the book, but this little lady bought it hook, line, and sinker. And I am not ashamed of that.

On top of that, I executed an awesome parallel park and I am feeling pretty good right now. And I think I might be able to convince Boyf to go out for Thai, since the last time I said I was going to do that we all ended up ordering in calzones instead. Oh, what a bummer...NOT.

As soon as I get a job offer, I am going shopping. I have some great office basics. I have interesting blazers up the ying-yang. (Yes. I just said "ying-yang." I am your embarrassing aunt. Deal, people.) I have skirts and two great, basic dresses. But what I am sorely missing are shirts. Guys, I am just not good at shirts. I think it might come from having big boobs, but half the time my instinct is to hide them under a teeshirt. As a result, my collection of collared shirts is gasping for breath. My big-girl wardrobe rides too much on the pictured oxford. Guys, I was ten pounds heavier when I bought this thing. Also it is like four years old and has sweat stains under the arms.

Long story short, as soon as I get a job I am buying new button-downs that fit. And some of those great stretchy ponte pants from Ann Taylor that these girls are always raving about. And also some sweater tights. Ooh and maybe some of those fleece-lined tights. Oh and maybe some heels that I can actually walk in. BUT THAT'S ALL. I do have my limits, sheesh.

Thursday, February 3, 2011


boots- l.l. bean
cutoffs- thrifted
tights- walmart
top- f21

Couldn't get any good pictures today. What is it about horizontal stripes that seem fine when you're wearing them but look terrible in pictures?

I'm in a weird mood. I'll dress better and write more tomorrow. xo

Wednesday, February 2, 2011


boots- l.l. bean
jeans- f21
tee- hot topic
blazer- goodwill
earrings- urban outfitters
glasses- warby parker

So I woke up this morning and was disappointed to see practically no snow. What the heck is this? But over the course of the day it's picked up and now it's practically blizzarding outside. I'm excited to go clean my car off, see if the battery held a charge overnight, and move it to the other side of the road. Woo, urban living!

This is one of the blazers I picked up at Goodwill yesterday. One man's trash, eh? It's a really soft, knit material and it feels like a sweatshirt more than a blazer. Also, huge pockets! You know how I love pockets. But honestly, who doesn't?

This morning I watched SVU with my roommates and the Boyf. We have the seasons on Netflix. Roomates and I spend about 80% of our time watching it, especially since Girl Roomie and I are unemplyed. Then Girl Roomie and Boy Roomie some P90X while I watched and was grateful that I was not doing P90X. It's the little things.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011


I've always wanted to say this about someone, and now I can! I knew Ramsey before she was famous. Well, by "knew" I mean, I obsessed over her blog. And by "famous" I mean, before everyone else discovered how adorable and well-dressed she is. She tagged me to reveal fifteen things about myself and, like I said before, there is nothing I love more than talking about myself. Herrrre we go!

1) I recently moved to Buffalo, NY.

I know, I know, this isn't exactly a secret, but it's something that's constantly on my mind and I find it hard not to talk about. News flash: Moving somewhere for the purposes of your adult life is not the same as moving to your college town for the purposes of college. Who knew, right? I've been a small town girl my entire life up until this point, and I am still getting used to such exotic concepts as parking on different sides of the road depending on which day of the week it is,and traffic circles. Also, as I continually whine, Buffalo is cold. And snowy. And icy. The lake effect is not a myth.

All things aside, I'm really enjoying my time here. Really! Sure, I'll be happier once I am gainfully employed, but I live with Boyf, who is pretty swell, and I like my other roommates. And I went thrifting today! And there's a really cool vegan diner up on Main Street. Who knew, right?

2) I continually talk about the girls on various fashion blogs as if I know them in real life.

I know I'm weird. Hey, but you guys do that too, right? ;)

3) I'm a devoted flexitarian.

Which means exactly jack, I will admit. But to explain: I try to incorporate more vegetables and whole grains into my diet, and eating vegetarian or vegan at home helps me do that. Also, tofu or an eggplant is cheaper than meat. And I am poor. I was even poorer in college, when I started eating this way Also, vegetarian stuff is super tasty. Eating this way has forced me to cook for myself a lot and now I know how to do cool stuff that I couldn't before. Like blanching broccoli rabe. For example. Behold my skillz. I still jump on bacon cheeseburgers whenever I see them, though. Go figure.

4) I am, as you can see, physically incapable of cutting to the chase or getting to the point or not explaining every single small detail of any story I am ever telling.

I am totally that person that starts telling you a story and begins two weeks before the story actually began. It's charming. Right?

5) I would rather eat at a diner than somewhere fancy.

Even though I worked at a diner for seven months and hated it, I still love diners. "Greasy" and "spoon" are two of the most beautiful words in the English language to me.

6) I miss my puppy so, so, so, so much.

I've always had at least one dog. I'm not adjusting well to not having one. Boyf keeps pointing out that animals are expensive and I don't have a job or know my hours, and that thus, now might not be the wisest time to bring a small furry beast into our lives. I usually respond to this by pouting and cruising petfinder like a fiend and getting irrationally attached to puppies I cannot have.

7) I am completely addicted to horrible reality TV.

Jersey Shore 3 is the only show that I make an effort to see every week. I am not ashamed of this.

8) I like tea more than coffee.

The first day we moved here, Boyf gave me a HUGE mug of coffee that he made in his French press. He later said that the effect was similar to if he had given a child amphetamines.

9) If I can't find my Burt's Bees I completely freak out.

I do not leave the house without it.

10) I really love vintage men's hats.

I have a big head, though, so I can never find a hat that fits me in that oversized, menswear way that I want. You'll all keep your eyes open for me, won't you?

11) I've been to Ireland, France, Canada, Japan and Denmark.

12) My favorite fashion decade is the '20s.

Too bad vintage from then costs the amount of a nice used car.

13) I am a huge, horrible gossip.

Like, old-lady status. Like, I am exactly like my grandmother. Like, I should be ashamed of myself. Facebook stalking? Was invented by yours truly. I can't stop. It's an addiction. Halp.

14) I call Boyf "bab" as a pet name.

He is going to kill me for this but I seriously can't think of anything else. You, babby, bab. I'm embarrassing.

15) I really like Frank's Red Hot.

I'm not fond of spicy things but I'll put Frank's on anything. So much more than a hot sauce. Way better than Tabasco. If you haven't had the pleasure, make it your business to. Om nom.

that girl

boots- modcloth
tights- we love colors
dress- urban outfitters
vest- thrifted
scarf- vintage

When I first moved to Buffalo, I was complaining to my roommate's friend, who is a lifelong resident, about how the snow, ice, and salt here constantly kept me from wearing all my cute shoes. "I don't want to be that girl who wears her snow boots everywhere she goes," I complained.

My roommate's friend had nodded, and then he said, "Yeah. But you could either be that girl who wears her snow boots a lot, or you could be that girl who is slipping and sliding all over the sidewalk."

These are not my snow boots. Today, I was that girl whose legs swept out from under her and landed on her ass in the snow. In front of my apartment building. And an entire line of cars. Don't worry, folks, it's just my ego.

PS- Boyf made me take the last picture and he also made me smile. "But it's the back of my head," I said.

"Smile," Boyf said. "They'll know if you don't."