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.