Tuesday
Got a secret, got a secret!
You've probably seen Nasty Gal clothing on here before
and probably dreamed about one day being as bad ass as the girls wearing it.
Well now's your chance.
Secret sale item today only.
This top.
Down to 9 bucks.
Originally $30
Can't just whisper about a sale like this.
Can't just whisper about a sale like this.
And the back..
Say you don't want it.
Say you don't want it.
Monday
Mondays that really aren't that bad, but you decide you're going to complain about anyway
How come I got the man-version of Siri?
I don't know what my problem is today. Mondays and I never really butt heads. But this one's like the worst ever. And it's not even over! Worse, it's 4:46, which is like too early to throw your hands up in the air saying Lord you just don't care, but too late to put on some badass aviators and turn it around. It's been the kind of day you wake up kind of sick and kind of in a bad mood but no one asked so you have to go around making the best of it. And you really think you're gonna kick this sore throat thing, but the raspberry Emergen-C you try makes your ice water taste like stale fizz. Then the movie on Apple TV you decided you would sit down and watch in celebration of taking your final today wasn't even that good and the blanket on the couch was one of those throw afghans that's flimsy and doesn't even cover your feet. You're pretty sure the Pacific Ocean draft found its way to your air conditioning vent blasting at your feet because it forced you into a sweatshirt with arms that are too short and smells like last winter. You decide you're giving up on this nasty Emergen-C mixture that's not even working, so you press your glass in on the fridge dispenser to get new ice but forget to pay attention until you have an avalanche of crushed ice tumbling down your arm. If you didn't know, when crushed ice hits the floor, it shoots off in every direction and the dog comes running and everyone is sliding all over the hardwoods and licking all over the glass you set down on the floor so that you could pick up the ice. So you get a new glass and think you're really showing the fridge dispenser a thing or two when you just get water with no ice this time. After your fight with the fridge dispenser, you pick up your phone, maybe try starting up a conversation, but even the man-computer in your phone is annoying you. You wonder what has been making you so sore this whole time and look down and remember you have deep wounds scrapes on every limb of your body from face-planting in the middle of the sidewalk the other night. And it was the kind of face-plant that makes you so angry at the ground and puts a huge cry lump in your throat right there in front of everyone and makes you want to scream at it because you're so angry at it for making you trip but also angry that it makes you want to cry. Ugh! So you can't even go out on a walk because the scrapes on top of your toes make sandals little bitches to put on, and you can't wear sneakers either because that's too much shoe-to-scrape contact. So you spend the rest of the day barefoot in the backyard with a minimal-skin contact sundress and this dog you're watching. Who sometimes you mistake for a real person when you say out loud baby can you bring me the chips from in there? Then there's no response besides a collar jingle and you side-eye the empty dining room to your right pretending that didn't just happen. Man no wonder you're single.
Well hopefully you can sit down on the hardwoods, avoiding the ice puddles, of course, with the dog in your lap and laugh together about it all. And hopefully tomorrow you'll wake up enjoying the soft rub of the couch on your scraped knees and be so happy that the day will be yours again and you can get yourself a glass of crushed ice water in peace. For now, I'm going to Christmas-present wrap my feet in bandaids and take the dog up to the Kangroo for a slushie. Take that, fridge dispenser!
Here's a song:
Dog and I like lighting the ice cream flavor candle in the kitchen and dancing to this one.
Here's a song:
| Sheryl Crow - My Favorite Mistake .mp3 | ||
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Wednesday
Something intriguing. Something unusual. Something you should read
My mom is like the most creative teacher in the world. She really masters balancing the effectiveness of traditional education with the excitement of new learning. When I first found this book in her car, based on the girly teen romance cover, I was all heyyyyy who's other daughter are you hanging out with! Then she said it was for her kids at school and
It was art, everywhere. Mixed media and scrapbook-like pages and drawings and photographs and paintings and all of it was gorgeous. And on the softest paper! I really couldn't take my eyes- or hands for that matter- off the pages. It was also very overwhelming because on the first page you read something about a missing girl and a boxing gown and you immediately want to know what happened to her and what the hell the boxing gown has to do with it.
But the collections of images and text on each page become parts of a greater story, clues to a mystery you're left to solve. I was flipping back to earlier pages for things I missed and searching photographs for information I didn't have and I pretty much felt like a high-profile detective trying to figure the story out- at one point even put on my
It's a lovely read, and a quick one
Definitely worth the 12 or whatever dollars.
Definitely makes a cool coffee table addition.
Definitely makes you want Jessica Anthony and Rodrigo Corral to make more.
My favorite review:
"Reading Chopsticks is like watching people kiss in the street: it's private, it's beautiful, it's lonely, it's wild, it's secret, it's everywhere and you can't look away."
"Reading Chopsticks is like watching people kiss in the street: it's private, it's beautiful, it's lonely, it's wild, it's secret, it's everywhere and you can't look away."
-Daniel Handler, author of Why We Broke Up
Mysuggestion order- Buy the actual book. Save your Nook/Kindle Fire space for something more Times New Roman.
My
Monday
The kind of tanks you forgot about this summer
Being a summer school student of 3 summers now, I know the drag and inconvenience of getting dressed for class every day. Especially if you're like me and somehow thought any kind of pre-11 am's were ok to take in the summer.
Even on the overcast mornings in Chapel Hill, I you get to class hot, sweaty and probably hungover. So it makes sense to throw on a loose cotton frat tank when you wake up. They're better than t shirts because they don't suffocate your man- shoulders, but they're cotton like t-shirts so they're cool in a breatheable kind of way. And also cool in a wow-you-look-seasonally-appropriate-tan-with-that-neon-sports-bra kind of way. *Shout out to Target!*
See, I get it. It's a perfect top. But even if you really do go to the gym after class every day, like I do, the frat tank only goes so far as far as your Greek letters for your individuality. And, like Nietzshe says, the ideal human strives for creative individuality. *Shout out to PHIL 230!* So here are some other versions of the ever-wonderful frat tank. Equally cool (in both ways), loose, and neon-bra strap expose-able.
Strive on, summer smarties! Anyone else want a shout out?
1. Crop like you're InDesign-ing
The crop top needs high-waisted bottoms. And high-waisted bottoms are like the smartest trend right now because they can be 1. Preppy and clean-cut. 2. Rugged and resurrected from old dad jeans. 3. Colorful with either style. They also make your legs look longer. And according to Cosmo, all women want their legs to look longer. I'm just kidding I don't actually know if that's true. Back to the crop top, this one from FP is $98. But don't freak out yet- you haven't seen the back.
2. My mom's Brooks Brothers from 1987.
Collared tanks are acceptable again for some reason. I'm pretty sure my cousins and I used to make fun of our moms for wearing them with skorts back in the day, but I guess I like 'em all right now. Maybe it's not that they're all trendy all of a sudden, but that my style's getting older and more mom-like. Ok no, they're trendy all of a sudden. And anything with buttons is cute, and clever and put together at that. This one with lemons from Nasty Gal is not cotton but there's no arguing how perfect it looks with denim.
Tip- if you're pissed and wanted cotton, go here. This one decided buttons go in the back and has a different collar, but still looks just as perfect with denim.
Ah, I see you've figured out that that is not the link to the tank. And I really hope you weren't in a quiet public space without headphones plugged in. If you were, sorry. Thanks Shan! No prob. Always here for that awkward episode of the day you need.
Now for something less awkward, how about the scoop of that back line in this tank. Don't ask me what bra you're supposed to wear with this, because I don't know. But I would say not the normal kind. Seeing that clasp in the back is too suggestive. And you're not in class to give anyone any ideas. You might say, how is exposing your entire back not suggestive?!?? To which I would say, it kind of is, but in a less tacky, more trendy kind of way than letting your bra clasp show. Go for a bandeau, or maybe some sticky boobs. Sticky boobs! There's another thing you could tell your dad you need and he wouldn't ask questions. But wear this to class and the person sitting behind you probably will ask questions. To which you will shrug and say nothing. This shirt is flirty enough without words, and you are not in class to flirt.
OH- get it at Urban Outfitters for 30 bucks
Now for something less awkward, how about the scoop of that back line in this tank. Don't ask me what bra you're supposed to wear with this, because I don't know. But I would say not the normal kind. Seeing that clasp in the back is too suggestive. And you're not in class to give anyone any ideas. You might say, how is exposing your entire back not suggestive?!?? To which I would say, it kind of is, but in a less tacky, more trendy kind of way than letting your bra clasp show. Go for a bandeau, or maybe some sticky boobs. Sticky boobs! There's another thing you could tell your dad you need and he wouldn't ask questions. But wear this to class and the person sitting behind you probably will ask questions. To which you will shrug and say nothing. This shirt is flirty enough without words, and you are not in class to flirt.
OH- get it at Urban Outfitters for 30 bucks
4. J. Crew: Where tying your sweater around your waist looks chic and hip
My mom taught me to love J. Crew because she also taught me to dress like I'm loved. I figured out she was smart about the time she introduced me to designer jeans, so I listened to her. Here's a tank that takes all the indie of pretty tops and all the tailor of adult-wear to make a summer tank perfect. How easy does this top make it look to throw it on before class with a messy ponytail and still look like a million bucks? Easy. And plus, according to my mom, people will think you're loved. Even if that's just by your mom.
Congrats on making it to your last week of summer classes without dropping- it's not too late to pull out your style card! As for my fellow summer-lovin' study girls, I'll see you round campus for round 2! *Shout out to that saying that's like Nothin' finer than Carolina in the summer!*
Congrats on making it to your last week of summer classes without dropping- it's not too late to pull out your style card! As for my fellow summer-lovin' study girls, I'll see you round campus for round 2! *Shout out to that saying that's like Nothin' finer than Carolina in the summer!*
Take me to your best friend's house, I loved you then, I love you now
Not that I'm about to say anything novel right here, but I don't know where else I'm supposed to say how much I love friends. They're seriously the best. I also love when you're by yourself, doing something mundane, but you're in some other world thinking about your friends and you just bust out laughing about it. And you're not sure if you're laughing about something they did, or something that happened, or just because they're so damn funny. But I do know that trimming the shrubbery out front has been highly entertaining as of late thanks to my friends filling my brain up with reasons to laugh out loud to myself in my mom's front lawn.
Other goings on around town that happened while my little blogger waited patiently for me to come back:
-a double date, that actually was more like a date that I got to come on, naturally, because me and C don't do a whole lot without the other, and plus we went and saw the Buena Vista Social Club play at the outdoor amphitheater at the NC Museum of Art, which was awesome in itself, and also plus, I had to do my best friend duties of analyzing and evaluating the boy for best friend approval. He smiled at everything she said, bought both our tickets and had an incredibly sexy mouth. So, C... Approved.
-forgetting my rash guard for swimming lessons so having to teach bikini-clad, exposed cleavage and all, and in return, all areas below my neck bone experiencing lots of grabbing by little sunscreen chub hands. It was by the grace of King Triton himself that any of the strings holding me in didn't get pulled undone by those fat little finger rolls.
-Little slimy swimmers that I complain about so much but can't ever get enough of because of their raspy little giggles and roly poly baby sisters that keep me weak at the knees for anything under 3 feet. Also, having zero front teeth makes everything you say adorable. You should try it sometime.
-Taking care of neighbors' puppies, who rival in cuteness to Nala when she gets a lick bath by her mom in Lion King, and whose over-sized paws defy gravity when you walk in the door and say "Have no fear, Neighbor Shan is here!" Do I actually say that? No. Sometimes.
-The one-week countdown until summer class ends. And the 2 papers due between now and then that haven't happened yet.
-Getting new white ribbed tanks and wearing them as shirts everywhere you go. Isn't that the best?
I'm off to give the neighbor pups breakfast and do everything in my power not to scoop them into my car and take them to class with me. Will I tweet about it? Probably.
Happy first day of the week! (and of the rest of your life!)
Other goings on around town that happened while my little blogger waited patiently for me to come back:
-a double date, that actually was more like a date that I got to come on, naturally, because me and C don't do a whole lot without the other, and plus we went and saw the Buena Vista Social Club play at the outdoor amphitheater at the NC Museum of Art, which was awesome in itself, and also plus, I had to do my best friend duties of analyzing and evaluating the boy for best friend approval. He smiled at everything she said, bought both our tickets and had an incredibly sexy mouth. So, C... Approved.
-forgetting my rash guard for swimming lessons so having to teach bikini-clad, exposed cleavage and all, and in return, all areas below my neck bone experiencing lots of grabbing by little sunscreen chub hands. It was by the grace of King Triton himself that any of the strings holding me in didn't get pulled undone by those fat little finger rolls.
-Little slimy swimmers that I complain about so much but can't ever get enough of because of their raspy little giggles and roly poly baby sisters that keep me weak at the knees for anything under 3 feet. Also, having zero front teeth makes everything you say adorable. You should try it sometime.
-Taking care of neighbors' puppies, who rival in cuteness to Nala when she gets a lick bath by her mom in Lion King, and whose over-sized paws defy gravity when you walk in the door and say "Have no fear, Neighbor Shan is here!" Do I actually say that? No. Sometimes.
-The one-week countdown until summer class ends. And the 2 papers due between now and then that haven't happened yet.
-Getting new white ribbed tanks and wearing them as shirts everywhere you go. Isn't that the best?
I'm off to give the neighbor pups breakfast and do everything in my power not to scoop them into my car and take them to class with me. Will I tweet about it? Probably.
Happy first day of the week! (and of the rest of your life!)
Friday
I found new bathing suits you need to buy
Reality being that I went on Pinterest for the first time in a while and got all yippee kai yay buy everything you see about all the bathing suits on there. Summer's the best.
When I posted this I didn't even tell you where any of these are from! Probably because their price tags are all rivaling the cost of my plane ticket to Europe. Not really, I'm just trying to be bitter and pretend like I don't like to shop anymore. It's a good psychological method to self-induce when you're trying to save. It's not a good psychological method it doesn't work at all.
But thank you for telling me to tell you where these are from. I could only track down two. This is why you shouldn't look at Pinterest. Sources are shot to hell. But ones with links have homes.
When I posted this I didn't even tell you where any of these are from! Probably because their price tags are all rivaling the cost of my plane ticket to Europe. Not really, I'm just trying to be bitter and pretend like I don't like to shop anymore. It's a good psychological method to self-induce when you're trying to save. It's not a good psychological method it doesn't work at all.
But thank you for telling me to tell you where these are from. I could only track down two. This is why you shouldn't look at Pinterest. Sources are shot to hell. But ones with links have homes.
STUDS
I actually don't know if this is a bathing suit or a bra but either way you could probably get away with wearing it anywhere and still be the baddest girl there. And I thought studs were only for jackets.
(Been eyeing that bad girl for a while)
BRAIDS
Ultra indie and goes with that flower crown you made yesterday afternoon. And how cool are those tan lines going to be? Really cool. I talk to myself on my blog.
I'm digging the smoky blue color almost as much as the friendship bracelet-like twists and turns of the fabric back there.
Straps good grey glory I haven't seen anyone wear this. So now's your chance to be the first. Unless I am. Pretty adorable pattern and look! It's possible to be flat as a pancake and wear a bandeau at the same time! #smallboobslife
HEY ONE MORE THING: Whichever bathing suit you buy, don't get this tan.
It looks bad and like you try too hard.
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