Are you wondering what the hell I am wearing? It's a hybrid of sorts. It's my Pilates workout gear, but with a vest and boots to make it a little more "outfit-like". A little more, "street"... if you will.
I did and taught Pilates all weekend and I did not take yoga pants off once. Well, to shower, but that's it. I wore them to work out. I wore them to the store. I wore them to breakfast. Lunch. Out to dinner. You get the gist. I did not realize (until I took these photos), however, how absolutely unflattering these things are. It should be illegal for me to wear any skin tight pants that are not VERY, VERY black. These gray ones show evvvvverything. Shit. Bad move. Holy Cheesecake Factory, Batman.
I found this sweet bag this weekend. A big "carry all" that also allows me to tote my yoga/Pilates mat around. You know, juuuust in case you need to bust out a spontaneous downward dog, or double-legged teaser. I took this bag back the same day though because part of it was unraveling. I got another one. Not quilted, and in black. You know, to match the only color or pants I will ever wear again in public.
Weekend recap... it was 70 degrees in Charlotte all weekend and I enjoyed EVERY minute of it. Windows down, music up, and cocktails during the day. Who could ask for anything more?
Row 1: Friday hanging with my BFF, Carrie... a mimosa lunch, laughing hysterically and causing a scene at a gas station coffee station, annnnnd finding the perfect Easter dress for her beautiful little peanut.
Row 2: Day drinking on Saturday with my little brother. I walked into the bathroom of a bar and found a Grateful Dead mural painted on the wall (then I got busted taking a picture of it by a random woman who walked in). What??
Row 3: Breakfast and a walk with my friend, Nat. A selfie I sent to 2 of my brothers proving to them that I own and was wearing camouflage. #Hellhasofficiallyfrozenover. Looking at this selfie now, it's weird that I sent it to my brothers... because it is basically a picture of my boobs, but I wasn't thinking about that that at the time. Sunday evening study session, waiting on my Manfriend for dinner. A great, great weekend.
Except for my cellulite pants. Those bitches need to be burned. I should soak them in some of this alcohol and set a match to them.
|Vest: Calvin Klein, Skirt and Blazer: Target, Tank: Lotus, Watch: Michael Kors, Necklace: Bebe (got it in San Francisco 4 years ago)|
It was 70 degrees in Charlotte yesterday. Today... not so much. It was SO friggin' cold when I got out of work tonight that I decided to do a blog post in my front room/office. If I had done one outside in that cold I would have looked like a miserable bitch in every picture, because... well, I would have been miserable. And when I am miserable, I look like a straight up beeeotch.
This is the room I redecorated at 3 AM last week when I couldn't sleep. Best part about doing a blog post from this room? My necklace matches my throw pillow. If you know me, you know that I am serious when I say, "this makes me happy". Real happy.
I have been insanely busy the last few days. This past weekend I started Pilates Teacher Training (YIPEE!!!). I spent 18 hours (between Saturday and Sunday) in training. It was intense. Mentally and physically exhausting. I don't think I've been that tired since... well, maybe... ever. On top of that, it was my Manfriend's birthday weekend. I set up a surprise dinner for him with some of his dental colleagues/friends on Friday night (an hour away)... spent 9 hours in training the next day (which was 45 minutes away)... got out of training at 7pm Saturday night, was dressed and ready for his next birthday party by 9pm Saturday night (and by dressed and ready I mean I went with dirty hair, threw some extra deodorant on, and painted my lips red)... and then, after sleeping for less than 4 hours Saturday night... I was up and back in the car heading to another 9 hours of teacher training. When Sunday night came around I was a zombie.
Here's some pics from the weekend...
I have started Student Teaching if anyone is interested in super cheap (like $5 dolla holla) personal Pilates classes. I can come to you, or you can come to me. One on one Pilates classes can cost $75/hour for professionals, but since I'm a super-rookie, I'll basically be doing them for a high-five and a smile. Let me know if you're interested. We can do 1:1 or small groups. I'm serious, let me know. It has changed my body. FO REAL. I used to have ZERO core strength. NONE... and now, my abs... they are kind of a big deal. I mean... you can't "see" them or anything (don't get crazy)... but they are there, and they are beast-mode strong (relatively speaking).
These are some of my favorite pics from the party Saturday night (thanks, Amanda, for capturing them). My brother and sister-in-law were kind enough to pick up a cake for me while I was in class. They gave it to me to deliver to the Birthday Boy and I almost dropped the entire thing (typical). It slid... almost off the plate entirely. It was a last second, dramatic save. The last picture is of me sticking my frosting filled hand into his mouth. Nothing but class... I know.
And... even though I have totally posted this all over FB and Instagram already, it bears repeating. A photo montage wishing my Dude a very happy birthday. Look at that picture of when he was a kid in the middle. I can't even take the cuteness. It's too much. I want to eat him. Squeeze his baby face. UGH. Love it.
|Jacket and Purse: Target, Skirt: TJ Maxx, Glasses: Hugo Boss, Watch: Michael Kors, Necklace: Vestique, Shoes: Off Broadway|
As I write this, it's 4:43 in the morning.
I passed the hell out at 9:45 last night and woke right up at 2:30 raring to go. I scrolled through my phone for about 20 minutes before getting out of bed, then I got up and decided to rearrange our front room and re-purpose it into my home office. That's right... I was moving furniture, decorating shelves, Swiffering floors, dusting, etc. all at 3 AM (in my robe). I kind of always knew that my Manfriend could sleep through anything, but now it is official. I closed the bedroom door, walked down the hall, made madness out of our front room, put it all back together and he hasn't woken up once. My dogs on the other hand... they woke up... they hate me.
AnyWHO... this is what I wore to work yesterday (and later on a little, "romantical" after dinner date).
I bought this skirt at TJ Maxx over a year ago, and found this little track jacket thing at Target a month or so ago, but they look like they came together, don't they? I try to avoid "matchy-matchy" most of the time, but once in a while you just want "easy'. This choice was like "paint by numbers" for outfits. Black, white, and blue jacket... oh, I know... I'll pair it with my black/white and blue skirt. Then, I'll get really crazy and pick a purse and necklace with the same exact color blue. I know what you're thinking... the girl's a creative genius. Annnnd you'd be right.
Speaking of our dinner date. It was amazing. We went to Baku (a biiiiiit pricey, but ridiculously good). And yes... I take iPhone pictures of my food. I don't know why I do it. I am sure it's some peoples pet peeve, but so what? I also share said photos on Instagram. I am "that" person. I don't care. I mean... when I asked for salt and pepper, they brought me it to me on little Yin/Yang spoons! If that does not make you want to take a picture you are dead inside.
P.S.- Don't mind the weird mirror selfie. It's creepy. I know.
|Skirt and Purse: Target, Shirt: Old Navy, Shoes: ShoeDazzle, Bracelet: Celene Stones (firstname.lastname@example.org to get your own custom made piece -15% off if you mention ModaFresca), Watch: Michael Kors, Necklace: Lotus|
1. I did not intentionally match my necklace to my purse to go to work, but ya know... I don't hate it.
2. Do you ever wonder what you would ask for if you had a Personal Maintenance Genie appear to grant you just one wish? I specify "personal maintenance" because I'd sound like a real asshole if I got one wish and didn't use it for the greater good (ie: ending world hunger, curing disease, etc.). But... this is not that kind of Genie. This is one that only grants selfish wishes centered around aesthetics and grooming. I would ask for perfectly blown out, voluminous hair that never needed to be done by my own two hands. Ever. I am working with day 2 hair here and I had to constantly fluff it to prevent it from looking like a limp noodle. I don't mind shaving, putting on makeup, plucking my brows, putting together outfits, etc. BUT... I despise... loathe... CANNOT stand doing my hair. I do it once... maaaaaybe twice a week and even that throws me into a tailspin of anger and resentment. I often think... what would I do with all this time back?!?!? Washing, conditioning, blow drying, straightening, etc. The shit is exhausting.
What would your wish be?
3. From a distance, these shoes look a little like Christian Louboutin, red bottoms. I assure you, they are not. They are $40 shoes that I ordered online 3 years ago. BUT... I definitely have caught women staring at them in Starbucks plenty of times. They are either thinking... "Damn... that chick has on $850 pumps, she must be a badass mamajammer who makes like a trillion dollars a year at her extremely important, totally rad job!?!"... or... (and the more likely scenario)... "Look at that broke bitch trying to walk around like she's got on red bottoms. PUH-lease..."
4. I have since thought more about the whole one-wish thing and I lied. Screw my hair, I would TOTALLY ask to have a rock hard body, and then to be able to eat whatever I want and never get fat. Yup... THAT would be my wish. Then I would just walk around with my dirty hair and knock off shoes eating lasagna and garlic bread. Naked.
|Jacket: F21, Skirt: Express, Shirt: Target, Necklace: Lotus, Booties: ShoeDazzle|
Hola, Mamacitas. I hope you all had a great weekend.
I did. The weather was beautiful in North Carolina (70+ degrees). We hung out on patios with friends, grilled out, enjoyed mimosas during the day, and took our dogs for long walks. It did NOT suck. And... in true NC fashion, it is supposed to snow again this weekend. Awesome. Just awesome.
Anyhow... this is what I wore to work last week, and then on a little after work, mid-week date night with the Manfriend. It is work appropriate, but not so "corporate" that I felt the need to change to go out after my 9-5. The booties and (p)leather bomber jacket toughen it up just enough to not feel stuffy.
Isn't it funny how certain articles of clothing remind you of things? I was wearing this skirt last December when on my way out of the house I busted my ever loving ass. There are 3 small stairs that take me down to my garage, and we had just moved into the new house literally 72 hours before (so I was not used to the stairs). I had a travel mug of coffee in my hand, my keys, purse, laptop bag, and I was in 4 inch heels (naturally). SO... I fell. In a big way. Like.... CRASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHATTHE@*!%$*&@%$!!!!!!!!!!!!
When I got up it looked like a damn yard sale. There was shit all over. The contents of my purse... my coffee... the mug it was once in... keys... computer... the lunch I packed. EVERY.THING. But... I couldn't concentrate on any of that because I had the wind knocked right out of me and my ankle was in an extremely unnatural position. My stomach hurt from the pain and my eyes filled with tears. IT was BAD. I got up, cleaned up the mess, put flats on, and limped into work. My ankle got HUGE. It was really painful for a few months. And now, over a year later, I have a legit "bad" right ankle. It just never healed fully, I guess. Anyway, that is what I think of when I see this skirt and it has scarred me.
At one point during our date night last week, we were walking down A LOT of stairs and I had this irrational wave of fear come over me. I pictured myself busting my ass again... as if the skirt now had magical face planting powers. THIS time would have been worse though. A year ago, my dogs were the only witnesses. Last week it would have been at a packed out professional basketball arena with thousands of people. I mean... what the hell would you do in that situation?!?!?! Go to your seat? Go home? End up on ESPN for being a moron? Move out of the city? Move. I would move. Pack my yard sale up and get the F out.
|Vest: Marshalls (I think), Dress: Page 6 Boutique, Boots: Aldo, Ring: LeVian from Jared|
This is what I wore pretty much all of last weekend. I wore it to dinner on Friday night, and it was so comfortable that I picked it up off of my bedroom floor and wore it again Saturday during the day.
Last Friday was Valentine's Day, so I guess you could call this my Valentine's Day outfit. Nothing like a baggy, over-sized shirt dress thing to spark romance, huh?
Whatever... I had just spent 3 days snowed in, in sweat pants with unwashed hair. Compared to what I had been sporting the previous 72 hours, this little cotton number was fancy. Evening gown, fancy.
We had ZERO plans for Valentine's Day Weekend. We spent most of the actual day on the couch, in our elastic waistband pants, watching HGTV. There were no cards, no flowers, no gifts, chocolates, etc (like I said... we had been snowed in for 3 days). It was really quite lame. BUT... because we had no plans, we could kind of do whatever we wanted.
We ended up going to dinner on Friday (to my favorite restaurant) and Saturday night (to his favorite). One was his treat, one was mine. We got all dressed up on Saturday, got a late reservation, drank copious amounts of wine, and had a blast. Then I fell asleep (mouth wide open... catching flies) in the car on the drive home... extremely attractive, I assure you. Sunday we went to church and then while we were being seated for brunch afterwards, we randomly ran into two of our best friends. We ended up having a 2 and a half hour meal with them. It was great.
It actually turned out to be the best Valentine's Day weekend I have ever had. Which, is a far cry from how it started. I could feel myself getting all pissy earlier that day as I saw everyone and their mother receive sweet notes, grand gestures, flowers, balloons, etc. I had to have a "Come to Jesus" meeting with myself. No really. I walked right into my bedroom and had to remind myself that none of that shit matters one bit. I have an awesome partner who loves the crap out of me, bends over backwards for me, respects and supports me, and treats me better than anyone ever has in my ENTIRE life. Now THAT is a Valentine. Right?
I guess when you find yourself getting sucked into that crap, you just have to pull yourself out. Materialism is a nasty bitch, and so is social media. I mean... I didn't get him anything either, but I didn't see him pouting, did I? No. He's pretty much one of the best dudes on the planet, I'll take that over chocolate any day. Unless I am PMS'ing... that shit is real. I'll take chocolate that day. Chocolate... every time.
This is what I wore to our "fancy' dinner on Saturday. I was running late though, so the pictures suck. It's cute. It's knee-length, 3/4 sleeves, all black.