Archive | January, 2012


30 Jan

Yesterday, I took my future sister-in-law to a local bridal show.

Right as we were pulling in, there were loads of cars stalling, annoyingly waiting for parking.  Somehow, we managed to surreptitiously maneuver our way through the stalled traffic and into a rockstar parking spot.


As we made the short walk through the abnormally beautiful January afternoon, I was sure we were in for a real treat!  Wedding planning induced endorphins were running high, and my morning’s extra mug of coffee was pulsing wildly through my veins.  But when we made our way to the top of the stairs, we were greeted by masses of glowing brides, waiting in multiple lines that wound their way through.the.entire.auditorium.

And this was just the entrance to get in.  So, I did what any annoyed and impatient friend-of-the-bride would do, and really stuck it to the man:

We waited, and waited, and seriously stinking waited.  Finally, we made it to the entrance, where a clever floral company was handing out carnations to the brides-to-be.  Feeling suddenly guilty and ashamed, I crumpled up my Fredrick Douglass bridal application (I spelled his name wrong, anyway), stuffed it in my cobalt, fringed handbag, and shuffled inside with my head held low.

And for the duration of the event, I did what I came there to do.  I spent the next hour helping out a friend, and eating my way through loads and loads of sugar laden wedding cake samples.

Because that, my friends, is what a friend-of-the-bride-to-be should really do.

{striped top: thrifted} {tan skirt: Banana Republic}  {legging tights: Gap} {beaded leather belt: thrifted} {lace up flats: thrifted} {locket: Urban Outfitters} {rose gold watch: Michael Kors}  

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In the name of love

28 Jan

One upon a time, I dated a guy who told me that he loved it when his girl had a french manicure.  That should have been the sign to run, right?  Sigh.

But, since I love getting myself into complicated relationships, I ignored his comment and tucked it away somewhere deep inside my memory.  And every once in a while, when I had an hour to spare, I would meticulously paint this atrocity on my nails.

What can I say!  Love makes you do crazy things!


Now, don’t get your hopes high or get too impressed with my nail painting skills, folks.  Let’s be honest.  When I give myself a french manicure, it looks like the workings of a kindergartner.

And that’s not me being hard on myself; that’s me being generous.


So, excuse me while I go touch up this horrendous manicure, then spend the rest of the evening rereading this.


What went on around The Chic Teach this week:

Monday: I found a new home!


Wednesday: I channeled Princess Leia.


Friday: I am obsessed with that belt.

The lucky one

27 Jan

This, my friends, is my lucky dress.

There’s nothing particularly special about it, besides the fact that I wore it on the first day of school this year.

The first day of school was also the same day my 5th graders walked in my meticulously decorated room, sat down in their assigned seats, and hardly whispered a single word to one another, let alone me.  Awkward doesn’t even begin to describe the initial interactions those first few days of school.

Let’s fast forward 5 months, okay?  Now, I can’t get those stinkers to stop talking for TWO SECONDS.  And, I’ve become that teacher.  You know, the one that kids can get to go down rabbit trails if they ask juuuust the right question.

Not to mention that we have approximately 1,768 ridiculous inside jokes.

So anyway, this is my lucky dress.  Because I’m pretty convinced it started me off on, quite possibly, the best (and craziest) year of my life.

Initial awkwardness included.

{golden sweater: Target} {striped dress: Francesca’s}  {mint green tights: American Apparel} {multi-colored leather woven belt: thrifted} {golden wedges: Target} {green shell earrings: F21} {rose gold watch: Michael Kors}  {heart pendant: Urban Outfitters}

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Obi-Wan Kenobi, you’re my only hope.

25 Jan

Ever since I was a kid, I’ve had a thing for headbands.  But, I didn’t wear them for their ability to save me from my worst-hair-days-ever.

Oh, no!

I wore them simply because I could pull them down over my eyes, and pretend to be Lieutenant Commander Geordi La Forge from Star Trek.

But since today was a good hair day, I decided to channel my other childhood obsession, Princess Leia.

Bet you were expecting the metal bikini since I’m at the lake, huh?  Maybe tomorrow.

{cream sweater tunic: F21} {denim jeggings: Kohl’s}  {maroon tunic: Gapbody} {green cowbody boots: antique store} {beaded leather belt: thrifted} {owl necklace: gift} 

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The hunt is over

23 Jan

20+ properties later, endless “oh my, that’s so cute!”s, and more than enough “Ew, what IS that?!”, I have found my future home!  One month of searching eventually lead me to my brand new-to-me (and my roommie) duplex.

And I don’t know what I’m most excited about with the move, honestly.  It’s a tie between:

#1) Having my own space again

#2) Getting a giant closet where my boots aren’t schlumped in a giant pile

#3) Moving only 3 minutes from work

#4) Having a pond in our backyard

I’ll let you guess which is the biggest perk.  Hint-hint, it rhymes with a schmloset where my schmoots aren’t schmumped in a schmile.

So, excuse me while I rummage through countless lofts, attics, closets, and storage units and begin to organize my new little life!  Eek!

{cream tunic: Old Navy} {denim skirt: Urban Outfitters}  {oatmeal scarf: F21} {oatmeal tights: Hue via TJ Maxx} {lace up flats: Thrifted} {beaded leather belt: thrifted} {vintage wooden bangle: gift from gran} {rose gold watch: Michael Kors}  {vintage Easter egg earrings: thrifted}

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Have you ever…

21 Jan

…had to have a really, really crappy conversation?

You know, the kind that you’ve been meaning to have for, oh, say 6 months?

They usually start off a little something like this:

“So, there’s been something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about.”

And then your voice gets all shaky and your palms begin to get clammy, then your face becomes flushed and  your mouth grows increasingly parched.

Well tonight, I had one of those conversations.  Only it was via e-mail, and I just hit send.  I haven’t heard anything back…yet.

I anticipate it’ll be met with an “Oh wow, thank you so much for bringing that to my attention!”, or an “Ummm, wow.  That’s a lot to take in.”

I’m sure hoping for the former.

So while I am waiting for a response (eagerly!), I am browsing through this weeks posts.  Thanks for keeping it real with me, on one of the busiest weeks in my career.  Love you guys.

This week on The Chic Teach:

Monday: I got a wee bit nerdy

Wednesday:  I ate my weight in chocolate

Friday: A student found my blog!

They found me!

20 Jan

Yesterday during writing, I was introducing my students to putting dialogue in their personal narratives*.

I mentioned that, occasionally, I like to add dialogue to my writing.  It helps break up chunks of narrative, breathe life into a dull story, deepens character development, etc.  As I was waxing poetic about dialogue, one of my students shot her hand up into the air, and had the sliest of smirks on her cute little face.

“Yes, dear?”

“Miss B, do you like to put dialogue into your writing…like on your BLOG?”  she asked, wide-eyed and smirking ear to ear.

I responded confusedly, as kids begin to whisper around us, “um, sure, just like when I write on my blog!”

She responds, whispering, “I know, Miss B.  I found it.”

“Ohh, that’s weird.  Back to the PowerPoint!” I quickly changed subjects.

She just wouldn’t let it go, and interrupted me, saying, “I’ve read every single post!”

Oh, dear god.

“You have?  Really?  There’s some terrible ones on there…ha!” I mutter, beginning to sweat like a child who’s been caught.

Perhaps, perhaps, perrrrhaps Miss B”.

Oh, dear god.

*Side note: have you ever realized how many rules there are to writing dialogue?  It’s a bit nightmareish for 25-years-olds, let alone 10-year-olds.  

{cobalt blazer: F21} {black skirt: F21 via thrift }  {golden tank: Gap} {red patterned belt: thrifted} {red suede wedges: Target} {black opaque tights: I forgot!} {rose gold watch: Michael Kors}  {arrowhead red earrings: F21}

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