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Lost in translation

1 Feb

Dear coworker,

I saw you staring at my sky high, leopard print wedges yesterday.  Your eyes were boring into their obnoxious, gaudy, over the top sides.  At the assembly, you were mean mugging my fine-footed atrocities.  And then, when we passed each other in the stairwell, you said, “Woooow, Miss B, those are some shoes!”  I know what you really meant is, “man, I really hate those shoes and don’t know why you wore them out of the house.”

But I’m more than okay with you hatin’, because last week when you let me cut you at the copy machine, I know I owed you one.

With love,


P.S. Excuse the zombie eyes.  I’ve been fighting off the cold from Hades.

{floral ruffled tank: Pac Sun} {jeggings: Target}  {pointelle turquoise cardigan: Old Navy} {gold belt: thrifted} {brown short boots: thrifted} {glittery gold headband: Gap Kids} {rose gold watch: Michael Kors}  

See these pieces restyled here (click photo to see post):



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}

See these pieces restyled here (click photo to see post):


That’s a wrap!

31 Dec

Boy, oh boy, what a year 2011 has been, am I right?!  Some majorly, crazy things happened this year, as per usual.  Of course, there were the shoddy lows and heartbreaks, all of which molded me into an even better person, balanced out by the glorious highs and challenging life experiences.

Most importantly, I fulfilled my childhood dream and got a real deal, big-girl job teaching 5th grade.

Then I started this blog as a silly hobby, you know, a way to document my obscure and bizarre fashion as an educator.  Please don’t go back and read my first post; it’s disgustingly embarrassing!

And frankly?  Teaching is the single best thing that has ever happened to me.  I hope to do it for as many years as they’ll have me.  As for blogging, this “silly hobby” has turned into something much deeper and more meaningful to me than you dedicated folks will ever know.  I am loving every minute of it.  Seriously, thanks for consistently reading my musings and saying insanely nice things.  This blog would be super lame without all of you guys!

So, from my students who make this teacher tick, to my readers who, for some reason, keep coming back, I am so darned grateful and love each and every one of you.

Can we please keep this going in 2012?

Here’s your favorite posts of the year, as voted by the ever-reliable statistics counter:



Oh, and since this post was kinda sappy, please go watch this and laugh until you cry.

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}

Weekend Recap: Christmas, stress eating, and fake pregnancy

4 Dec

I just had the weirdest night of dreams.

Maybe it’s because I watched Twilight yesterday, and was subjected to 2+ hours of despicable dialogue and acting, or because I ate sugar laden cookies before bed.

My worst nightmare of all, was that I was removed from my current school and forced into another school within the district, like, today, with zero warning.  All new students, classroom and coworkers, a complete uprooting from everything I know, and plopped down in the middle of someone else’s world.

My new pretend students were throwing things at me, some were sleeping on the floor, and worst of all, the classroom didn’t have any windows!   It was a nightmare at its worst.  So believable and awful in every way.

So excuse me while I escape to my classroom and make sure it’s still there, with it’s 2 huge windows, malnourished class pet, photos of my lil’ students, and coworkers who I simply can’t survive without.

In the meantime, stay away from Twilight, and keep yourself entertained with the posts from this week: a Christmas tale, stress eating confessions, and pregnancy accusations.

What you missed this week: embracing dirty hair, cool weather, and jeggings.

10 Sep

Student:  Miss B.  It’s going to be a great day.

Me:  Why do you say that?  You have fun plans tonight?

Student:  Nope.

Me: Oh. Did you have a great morning or something?

Student:  Nope.

Me:  Well.  Why is it going to be a great day?

Student:  You know those days, when you just KNOW it’s going to be a great day?!  Yeah.  It’s like that.

Cue heart melt here.


Did you miss out on some Chic Teach shenanigans this week?  Don’t worry!  I woke up bright and early just to fill you in on the highlights (kind of a white lie.  I’m really going to an all day teacher training).

We discussed how to be incredibly lazy and still look incredibly good.

And then the weather in Missouri made a mad shift to sub freezing (hyperbole)!!

Finally, I wore jeans to work TWO DAYS IN A ROW and relished the small delights of teacherhood.


Have the most lovely of weekends, and thank you for spending a chunk of your morning with me.


And if you’re feeling generous? Please send more coffee.

Teachers: the ultimate in moral wisdom

2 Sep

In elementary school, my teachers were the most moral, perfect people on the face of God’s green earth.

I was completely confused when they admitted to having hobbies, going out with their friends, or GASP! that they didn’t live in their classrooms.

One night, when I was 10, my family went out for a high end, gourmet meal at Heroes, the local restaurant & pub.

As my brother and I meandered to our crusty, dusty booth, we passed on of our teachers, Ms. Brown.  She was throwing her head back in unadulterated laughter.

And drinking an iced cold beer.

Oh.  My.  God.

My brother and I spent the rest of our chicken finger dinner planning an intricate intervention for Ms. Brown’s obvious alcohol problem.

Because teachers don’t have hobbies or friends, and they definitely never drink.

Details::  wrap dress {Forever21, $23}; denim and cork wedges {Payless, $26}; belt {thrifted, gift}; vintage scarf {thrifted, $3}; earrings {Forever21, $3}; watch {Kohl’s; $55}