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Fake it ’til you make it

9 Jan

Do you ever have those days where you wake up and you just know it’s going to be glorious?  For me, things usually go a little something like this:

My alarm goes off and I have a goofy smile plastered to my face.  I literally spring out of bed, freshen up, and every outfit I try on fits splendidly.  Even my hair fro curls to just the right degree: not too frizzy, not too flat.

Gmail only has 2 new emails!  Breakfast cooks perfectly and tastes divine, and my coffee isn’t too strong or sweet.  Heels feel like I’m walking on air, the radio plays every song I’ve been dying to hear, and my commute to work is peppered with nary a single specimen of roadkill.

Every single star seems to aligns in my favor.

For the record?  That didn’t happen today.  So, I’m going to pretend I got up on time (darned, cocoon bed!), my face is plastered with a smile (instead of eye baggage), and my coffee tastes heavenly (instead of cold).

Sometimes you have to fake it ’til you make it.

 

 

{leggings: Target} {aztec sweater: Pac Sun} {double wrap belt: F21}  {heeled slouchy boots: vintage} {long tank; Gap body} {rose gold watch: Michael Kors} {dangle earrings: Kohl’s} {glasses; F21}

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House hunters: suburbia

28 Dec

Have you ever seen one of those house hunting television shows?  You know, the ones with the overly-highlighted chick who wants “OMG, hardwood floors throughout, stainless steel appliances, and an amazing neighborhood, all for an unreasonably cheap mortgage”?  These punks view tons of houses,and end up with their dream home in under 30 minutes.

This is not real life.

4 hours of hunting and 6 properties later (one of which we were turned down from because we somehow make too much $, LOL, we’re teachers, that’s impossible), the hunt continues.  Do we want to go with the quiet neighborhood with youngsters riding their trikes through our grass, or the complex with hip, trendy, young folk?

Decisions, decisions.

{denim: Target} {coral t-shirt: Gap} {pleather jacket: Target} {Native American suede boots: Minnetonka}  {cobalt purse: Francesca’s} {yoga scarf: World Market} {Michael Kors watch: MK }

See these pieces restyled here:

Leather and lace

14 Dec

I’ll never forget what my mom said to me the day I came home with a pierced nose.

At the ripe ol’ age of 18, she looked me square in the eyes and sternly said, “Now, don’t go coppin’ an attitude, thinking you’re all bad and rough now you have a piercing!  I know how these things change people!”

She promptly followed her lecture (and my requisite rolling eyes) with how cute she thought my nose looked, and how my new nose jewelry perfectly suited my face.

Parents!

So, when I came home one day wearing this leather jacket, my whole family roasted the heck out of me.  No, I don’t drive a Harley or own brass knuckles.  And no, I sure don’t have a switchblade in my hip pocket.

If they they all knew about my hidden rose, American flag, and bald eagle tattoos, I’d never hear the end of it.

{patterned silk dress: Anne Taylor Loft}  {faux leather jacket: Target} {lavender knee socks: F21} {grey tights: Kohl’s} {pink elastic belt: thrifted} {white watch: Kohl’s} {black boots: thrifted}

P.S.  I realize there’s no lace in this post, but I liked the name too much to change it.

My first love

9 Dec

At the tender age of 18, I had my first “love”.  We’ll call him Pauly.

Pauly was everything an 18-year-old could want!  He was funny, totally adorable, and one of the first guys to show me genuine interest.  Remember, I was a loner?  So, as I was perusing the aisles of Urban Outfitters some 7 winters years ago, I saw this locket, and I knew it belonged around my neck.

Everywhere I went, people asked if it was a real locket.  I’d gladly display the one-inch photo locked inside, beaming from ear to ear about my new love.

My locket even went with me to the E.R. once, and I considered it the lucky charm that kept me well during that terribly scary visit.

So, when things went south with Pauly, as many first loves do, the necklace took its new place on a tucked away shelf.  Only recently did I rediscover it, along with all the memories I shared with him.

But, instead of a refilling the insides with a photo of a handsome love, this time I think a cupcake or golden retriever puppy would be more fitting.

{striped top: Thrifted}  {rust high-waisted skirt: Urban Outfitters} {chevron navy leggings: Gap} {taupe vintage boots: E-bay} {knee-high socks: Kohl’s} {brown belt: thrifted} {locket: Urban Outfitters}  {watch: Kohl’s}

Giving and Receiving

7 Dec

Tonight, I volunteered to help run my school’s holiday shop.  Basically, it’s a room full of cheap nail polishes, breakable toys, knickknacks, and lazer pointers.  Essentially, every kids dream.  These mini-delights are sold on the cheap, and all the money raised goes towards providing Christmas to families in my school who wouldn’t otherwise have one.

Kids piled in and filled up sacks with items to give their pals and parents, who were browsing just across the room.

As I stood by, one kid in particular caught my eye.

You see, as she was painstakingly picking out gifts for her brother, gam gam, and friends, she was secretly stockpiling her bag full of goodies for herself.  When her grandma strictly called her out and made her put back all of her treasures, I felt for her.

Just two weeks ago, when I ventured out into the abysmal aftermath of Black-Friday, I went with a laundry list brimming with gift ideas for all those near and dear.  Instead, I walked away with a faux leather jacket, 2 pairs of knee-high socks, and a tube of mascara, all for yours truly.

Feeling defeated and rather self indulgent, I went back out the next day and redeemed myself by knocking out my entire shopping list.

So, little girl from the holiday shop, while it’s better to give than to get, it’s quite alright to get a bit, too.  Even if it’s cheaply made, holiday shop garbage.

By the way: You might be asking yourself, “What is that strange, flaky, white substance covering the Teach’s backyard?!”  That, my friends, is a fine dusting of snow.  This minuscule frosting of white lengthened my commute from 18 minutes to 50, caused me to whisper unkind things under my breath, and chug my entire thermos of coffee before I pulled into my school’s parking lot.  

{grey sweater dress: Kohl’s}  {plaid ruffled button-up: Old Navy} {golden yellow opaque tights: TJ Maxx} {brown vintage boots: thrifted} {brown double-wrap belt: F21} {watch: Kohl’s}

Stress Eaters Anonymous

30 Nov

Directly next to my desk, beside the drawer bursting with Dr. Seuss stickers, thank you notes, and ink pads, lies my top-secret stash.

Stash of snacks and other sugar-refined goods, that is.

However, since it’s my first year of teaching, stress and roller coaster emotions have forced me to eat through the entire drawer of goodies.  You see, anytime I’ve not wanted to deal with something (grading, planning, or eek! confrontation), I’ll conveniently grab a mini-Twix, take a deep breath, and everything becomes okay.

So yesterday, when one of my little babes was complaining that he had eaten “only one waffle!” for breakfast, I plunged into the abyss of empty candy wrappers. To my surprise, I pulled out one of my few remaining Clif Bars, Maple Nut, to be exact.

Begrudgingly handing over the last of my precious rations,  I watched as my student slowly unwrapped my beloved bar with greedy, Gollum-like eyes.

I continued to peruse the room, checking in with my students for the morning, when moments later, I noticed the starving one’s Clif Bar had magically disappeared.

Feeling my eyes on him, my student declared, “OH, Miss B, I ate it really fast!  Told ya I was hungry!”, I marched over to the trashcan, to see it lying on top, hardly a bite even missing.  My teacher glare cast his way, he snipped, “What?!  It was gross!”

Sigh.  One Clif Bar down.  Only one more to go.

I need a mini-Twix, stat.

 Details:: floral print dress {Target}; riding leggings {Kohl’s};  pleather bomber {Target}; tan boots {thrifted vintage}; owl earrings {gift}; white watch {Kohl’s}

Blaque Friday

25 Nov

How was your Thanksgiving?

Mine was pretty dang near perfect. It involved about 17 of these, some face time with my adorably precious pseudo nieces and nephews, and a small helping of Black Friday.

Speaking of the biggest shopping day of the year, I still can’t decide which part was my favorite.

Was is the 4’9″ granny telling off the cops at Target?

Maybe the Macy’s customer before me trying to use 73 different coupons?

Naw, it was definitely coming home to a plate full of bacon brown sugar biscuits.

Vegetarian, smegitarian.  It’s the holidays!

Details:: striped top {F21}; denim cutoffs {F21}; black tights {Kohl’s};  vintage boots {Thrifted}; sunglasses {Icing}