popcorn intervention

Dress: Target

Sweater: Jcrew

Shoes: Target

I guess it's probably time to let you in on a little secret. 
I'm addicted to popcorn. 
100 calorie, microwaveable, popcorn. I swear to you, I don't think there is anything better in the world. Sprinkle with a little kosher salt, fresh ground pepper and grated parmesean cheese - and there you have it, my weakness in a bowl. I'm literally obsessed. I probably go through 2 boxes a week and sometimes find myself "grocery shopping" and coming home with ONLY popcorn. John does not share my same affinity for popcorn - so when I have to explain the numerous popcorn bowls in the sink and the reason we are ALWAYS out of parmesean cheese, he threatens a popcorn intervention. While I'm not entirely sure there is such thing as a food intervention - I usually try and tone down the popcorn-ing for a day or 2 and limit myself to popping only while he's at work, or sleeping, or in the shower, or not paying attention. Today is one of those days.


Last night John and I had "date night" - how is this different than any other night of the week, you might ask? Well my friends, we went to a movie. 
Explanation: I normally HATE going to movies. John and I have been to a grand total of 3 movies in our entire relationship and watched even less than that from the comfort of our couch. Reason being - I have horrible ADHD. John HATES this - he is a total movie watching junkie. Going/watching a movie is like pure torture for me, just the thought of sitting in one spot for longer than 10 minutes makes me break into hives. So last night at dinner, after a long day of doing whatever I want (as usual), John brought up the "brilliant" idea to go see a movie. He usually does this every few months, I always say no, life goes on.
Not the case last night. John must have been crafting a book of ways to counter all my excuses over the past 3 years and decided to debut his little masterpiece last night at dinner, naming all the reasons why we SHOULD go to a movie: 
Reason number 1: popcorn. 
Reason number 2: We could see Soul Surfer. I hate surprises, so going to see a movie where I already know what the ending will be didn't take me too far out of my comfort zone 
Reason number 3: he would pay.


Last night my friends, John and I saw movie number 4 of our 3 year relationship and I only went to the bathroom twice. 

dog park

Dress: Banana Republic

Sweater: Nordstrom Rack

Shoes: Tory Burch 

My moms dog left the other day and ever since he went back home, Lil Rem just hasn't been the same. Moping around with his head down, sleeping all the time, not being annoying ... If I didn't know any better (or I was a vet) I would say that Mr. Rem has a giant case of doggy depression. Not even the dog park can cure it. believe me. Yesterday I lowered my (not so high) standards, put my big girl panties on went against every moral bone in my body and took Rem to the sneak peak of hell - aka: the dog park. 

It was like walking into the High School cafeteria and your the new kid, and you forgot to wear pants, and you have outrageous acne and you have a retainer head-piece on. It sucked.

Remy on the other hand, loved it. stupid dog.

I love it when out of town work friends come to visit - it's basically the best way ever to make doing nothing look like work. lots and lots and lots of work. yup, that's what happened today - my friend that I met in Vegas on a work trip came to visit me! (yes, I realize that usually people go to Vegas and come back with STDs, lots of money / no money, or with with a husband. I however, came back with a friend). Her visit managed to eat up a whole bunch of my work day and I wouldn't have had it any other way. 

vodka to the maxi

Dress: Target

Belt: Banana Republic

Sweater: Ann Taylor LOFT

Shoes: Target

Just for your information, if you would like to noticed / have a billion people comment on your outfit, wear a maxi dress OR wear "taxi-cab yellow".  I can't put my finger on what exactly makes this (long) number a crowd pleaser but I think it has something to do with the fact that its' not your normal, run of the mill, office attire. which in my book, is a good thing.

I mean, what exactly are you supposed to wear when you meet your new boss? I'm pretty sure something would catch fire if someone were to wear a suit anywhere within 50 feet of our building, a bathing suit was out of the question (the AC is on the fritz) and my full length sequined one-sie didn't seem to convey the "I'm young, professional, laid back, kinda serious" look I was trying to pull off. 

Next best thing: the maxi dress. The same maxi dress I slept in, spilled vodka-soda and ice cream on, and may or may not have worn for 3 consecutive days on a wild Bahamian adventure 2 years ago. ahh...those were  the days of waitress money, day drinking and tropical vacations. It's totally depressing to think that the time of my life consisted of pouring sweet tea, cheap beer, and a uniform - but the money was SO good.

Sorry maxi dress - My closet is now your retirement home, filled with good memories and more importantly all my other fun-time clothes that have just as many stories as you. all involving vodka.

I just wanted to show you the stupid stuff i get to wake up to. daily.

what rules?

quickie post: i technically did not loose the secret bet. My mom came into town today and took me to dinner. I did not pay. In fact, I didn't even bring my purse with me. We will eat our boring chicken tomorrow night. Fingers crossed inspiration strikes between then and now.


It was sunny. then windy. then cloudy. then rainy. then dark. Somewhere between rainy and dark I changed into pjs and completely forgot to take outfit pictures. eh.


yup. i'm breaking my number one cardinal rule of blogging: always blog with pictures. 


Rules were made to be broken. and i'm a rebel. 

chicken, it's whats for dinner

Dress: Anthropologie

Shoes: Target

I'm switching things up folks. After days and weeks and months of careful style blog creeping, I have come to the conclusion that in order for me to be an"official style blogger" I need to post my pictures before my jabber. why you ask? because that's what everyone else does. And yes, if you told me to jump off a bridge because everyone else was doing it, I would probably do it too.  What can I say, I'm a sucker for a good (or bad) trend.


So John doesn't know it yet .. but we have a bet going on. I'm secretly betting him that I can cook dinner using ONLY what we have on the shelves of our pantry and fridge for one whole week. Yup, I'm boycotting the grocery store to prove to John that we don't have to grocery shop for every meal and that we don't have to go out just because there may not be an obvious meal choice sitting right in front of us. BUT what IS sitting right in front of us is CHICKEN. an entire jumbo, Costco sized bag of chicken. Bonappetit! PS: By "whole week" I mean Sunday-Thursday. "Cooking on Friday night" is not a magazine a subscribe to/work for.


Don't let my summer-esque outfit fool you .. nope.. i didn't wear it to work. This little number went on a field trip outside the closet to an AFTER work farewell party for my aunt, who is leaving us (for a ONE week) to visit Ireland. I kindly requested a picture of her making out with the Blarney Stone as a souvenir. I'll keep you posted. 

excessive duplication

Yes people. I am OBSESSED with this shirt. 

A few weeks ago I was told by someone that they love to read my blog, but squeezed in the fact that my outfits all kind of look the same. 

great ... someone actually verbalized my biggest fear. I have been found out. i DO wear the same stuff all.the.time. 

But why switch things up when you know they work? Is there really a problem with repeating outfits?

I try to wear a variety of styles, my closet practically throws up on me every morning, begging me to pull stuff out of the archives and give it a go... but it all comes down to the basic facts that I am a curvy girl that tries very hard to excentuate the small, minimize the large and find a happy (diverse) medium between the two. it's a challenge.

But believe me when I say that I completely understand that I am not the only girl that experiences body insecurities. Growing up in a house with all sisters and my mom (my dad was there too, but lets face it, he was out numbered from the start) body issues were just as normal a conversation as who got voted off Dancing With The Stars. Let me just put it out there: my sisters and I could not look less alike if we tired. People always wanted to know why we didn't fit the normal sister "look-alike" profile. Fortunately because of these experiences and growing up with my "non-look-alike" sisters, I learned from an early age that just because we may think that someone has a desirable body-type doesn't mean that they feel the same way about themselves. 

Long story short (well i guess it's already long..sorry) body image has been a huge struggle for me throughout my life. Finding clothing that not only fits me, but that I feel comfortable, and pretty in is always a challenge. So when I succeed, I duplicate. Maybe in excess. I apologize.

With (all) that said, todays outfit is a perfect example of excessive duplication. eh. I love it anyway.

My sisters and I on my graduation day

Oh.. and John sent Friday Flowers to my work today ;)

Shirt: Gap

Jeans: Gap

Belt: Target

Shoes: Cole Haan

bright funerals

My outfit today was totally un-interesting and a total repeat of the black and brown (surprise, surprise) ensemble I wore last week. BUT in my defense I had completely legit reason to be repeating this "blah" get-up. Today was a day of funerals. I didn't actually attend any funerals, but I did find my way downstairs to a funeral memorial, which is definitely the only form of a funeral I don't mind attending - obviously because of the alcohol. This funeral memorial however was not for a human, but for an event that will no longer be taking place - which is unfortunate since a giant portion of the event was dedicated to excessive drinking, VIP suites and wild parties. So drinking in honor of the dead event was what it would have wanted (we read its will, it definitely wanted lots of drinking).


Side note: I'm beginning to think a lot of what I write on this blog makes me sound like a consistently mad alcoholic. I'm not. I promise.


Moving on, as I explained above - I wore black today. So obviously the outfit pictured below is NOT what I actually wore today. The dress pictured below is what I wore yesterday and bright reminder of how much yesterday sucked. I'm a total believer in luck, and when things suck, I look down at what I'm wearing and try and find the "odd-ball" (the piece of clothing that I don't wear all that often) and I vow never to wear it again. All I can say is that my fingers are crossed that the un-lucky item in that outfit was my underwear. That dress was way too expensive (and cute) to be unlucky. I'll keep you posted. 

Dress: Lilly Pulitzer

Shoes: Cole Haan