OUTFIT OF THE DAY: IT TAKES A VILLAGE

I finalized all of the paperwork and received my books and uniform for nursing classes. Tuesday was the Orientation, and boy was it a whirlwind! The school was in the middle of remodeling, the air thick with paint fumes, workers rushing through the halls while new students were being herded on the tour, everyone trying to be the first one to get books before the bursar's got backed up.

Of course, you came to hear me regale you with my school concerns. Lately, I've found myself playing with prints and colors. I love this top, Ebay find, and the flats are a staple. I think that leopard print should be used as a neutral. As the dear Mrs. Parker says, "A bit of bad taste is like a nice dash of paprika."











Top: vintage
Jeans: UO cigarette
Flats: F21
Earrings: (not shown) art fair find
Satchel: Ebay
Sunglasses: vintage

(And yes, I'm lightening my hair ... again.)

BLACK FRIDAY

Holy Toledo, what a feast! Because of the Death Plague, yesterday was the first day I've eaten solid food. (Yes, my gastrointestinal habits are what you all come to hear about, I know.)


My favorite has always been my mom's rolls. They're so good they caused a family fight; one year her older sister said she could make "Patty's rolls just as good, if not better" for Thanksgiving. At the time, mom would make six dozen, which was never enough for the thirty-odd people. But when my aunt made four dozen of them, there were plenty left over. Somehow, she made them dry and crumbly, when they should be moist and flaky and delious. She hasn't spoken to my mom a whole lot since then.


Since I'm feeling better, and old friends are in town, it's the perfect day night to let our hair down and get wild. (Not only is my hair always down, but I always have a wild undercurrent.) OOTDN to come!


Enjoy your turkey comas and parties! And, as always, party safely. :)

BUT I CAN'T HELP IT IF I'M JUST A FOOL

I still have the Deathly Holiday Plague and Thanksgiving is at my house this year. Oh yeah, this is going to end well. I'm hoping to finish cleaning up today, and bake my tortes tomorrow. Chocolate ganache FTW!

I dragged my butt out to shot some OOTD snaps, but please forgive my lack of makeup or hairstyling.

Outfit, tada!

Top: Forever 21
Cardigan: Forever 21
Jeans: Forever 21 (super tight, and not jeggings, surprisingly)
Shoes: Michael Antonio
Earrings: pearls from my friend, Cass
Ring: Forever 21
Necklace: Forever 21
Title: Shakira "Fool" (I love love love Shakira. Started listening to all her older albums after wearing out the 'Sale el Sol' album. Yes, I need help.)

Sizing info: Top medium; cardigan medium; jeans 29; shoes 7.


Now, I'm off to work on a few DIYODS (Do It Your Own Damn Self) instead of being a useless snotty lump. DIYs usually don't appeal to me, but that's why I tell myself "DIYODS!" when I see something really cute and fairly easy. And if you can keep your fingers crossed for me and the project happening over the next few months, I'd appreciate it! I'll tots spill the beans once it's finished! (And include snaps!)

Thank you, darlings!

OUTFIT OF THE DAY: SUMMER DAZE

Getting back into the swing of doing daily OOTDs. That's the silly fun part of having a fashion blog. :)


In the following pictures, you will see why I rarely wear dark, short bottoms. WHITE LEGS ZOMG. Self-tanner, can you help me?

Top: Forever 21

Shorts: Target

Shoes: l.e.i.

Sunglasses: Forever 21

Earrings: J. C. Penney's

Watch: Grandma's

TIME TO GET THE PARTY GOING

And by 'party' I mean 'tanning lotion'.


Confession: dear readers, I am pale. I never really cared, I figured it was only normal, since I rarely spent time out during daylight. Family members teased me about being white, and not-so-subtly suggesting I get a tan.


I get it, being pale in Florida is supposed to be for the tourists. Living within walking distance of the beach should be taken advantage of. I finally changed my mind, not because of a desire to enhance my coloring, or keep natives from being condescending jerks when I go to popular spots, but because of a greater vanity.


I have stretch marks. Fresh ones.


I've always carried my weight in my hips. However, most of my life, I was underweight. Putting any weight on my frame was a struggle. As a youngster, I was heavily involved in soccer and track. I didn't start to gain weight until puberty hit and I ruined my knees during the late soccer season. A few years of maintaining a decent, if low, weight changed when I developed anorexia and exercise bulimia between 18 and 20.


It was a long struggle to overcome those disorders and slowly get back to the 120 I had been. Then, last year, my dad had a massive traumatic event which almost severed his right hand and ripped out the upper arterial arch in his palm. In the hospital, he would only eat if I did. Between the stress, fear, and multiple meals I brought him, we both filled out.


One year later, and I've finally reached the average healthy weight for my height. However, the thirty pounds, rather than distributing themselves evenly, went strait to my belly, thighs and butt. While I always had junk in my trunk, the added twenty pounds did their damage.


A tan would make them less noticeable, and that is my stupid motivation. I hate myself for being that shallow, but I'm also annoyed that I can't wear my shorts without the stretches peaking out from the hem. Lemme tell you, I love my body, I love the extra oomph in my strut, I love the curve and belly pooch and lush femaleness of my body. The only thing I can't stand are these damn red lines.


Bleh.



(And that's the end of my whining. I know that as a woman, stretch marks, bad hair days, fluctuating water weight, yo-yo dieting, and period drama are our lot, but, damn it, I don't have to like it.)

Outfit of the Day: Lazy Hairstyling Day

I apologise in advance. I don't know why it would be a good idea to shoot the pics immediately after my shower. Well, not immediately after. I'd have to re-register this site!


Whoa, boy. Chill down there.


Anyways, I wrote about my complete stubborn, idiocy when it comes to shoes, especially ones not in my size. I finally decided to build the OOTD around my candy-striped Candie's, and here it is.

(anti-climatic!)



The tattoo on my ankle is the Capricorn symbol. I got it after my grandma died. We were both Capricorns, and the reason I chose the simple symbol and not an image of a sea goat, is because in the symbol are my gran's initials (LG) and the age she was when I was born (67). It was more personal to me than any other Capricorn tattoo I saw.





I mixed up the rooms! There were workers on my front porch and I didn't want them asking questions.


And that gauze pad on my arm isn't some crazy new fashion in women's accessories. I'm a klutz. I scraped my arm to bits at work, and am just keeping it covered until it heals a bit.


I like this look. It's easy, comfortable, and still pretty. A bit girlier than I usually dress, what with the ruffles on the bust, skirt and heels, but what the hell. Live a little, yeah?

Top: Gap

Skirt: Forever 21

Heels: Candie's

Bracelet: Beall's

Earrings: gift

Fancy Fest

Sorry for the lack of posting. This week was my finals week, and I decided to focus more on that than on my inane fashion ramblings.


Blasphemy!


I took my last exam today, and aced that motherfucker! So, to celebrate, I'm going shopping and boozing with ma and (hopefully) Sister-in-Law. Maybe a champagne dinner. Something to blow off the stress of the last few months. Boogie down!


And, to get my tootsies back into the blog, I thought I'd post my OOTD. And, yes, that's what I wore today. I am a frilly bitch!


(kneeslapkneeslapkneeslap)

(I love my butt. Booty booty smack!)

(DORK.)

(Hey, Lagerfeld! Chew on this!)

Top: Forever 21

Cami: Forever 21

Jeans: Decree boyfriends

Shoes: Converse

Earrings: Target

The newest tag "My Seams Are Crying" is a nod to my too-tight jeans.