I don't have much time to post tonight because I am... wait for it... going to see Captain America 2 tonight at the movies. A little Monday night double date action.
There are two kinds of movies I, as a rule, hate (like... fall asleep and/or spend the 2 hours keeping a running list of all of the other things I could be doing with my time):
#2: Anything revolving around comic book and or superheros (except E.T. and Batman.. those are my jam)
So, I would normally be dreading this experience. But, when my nephews were in town last week, we all watched Captain America (the first one) and I must say.... I did not hate it. That didn't stop me from falling asleep during it, but what I did see...I will begrudgingly admit that I liked.
Isn't it funny how in relationships you'll do some things that the other person likes (that you hate), and others you draw the line at? Like... my Manfriend will sit through a fashion show with me, and take me to the beach.. even though he kind of hates direct sunlight (not in a weirdo vampire type of way, just in a "I already have a great tan" kind of way) but he will NOT ever, ever take a yoga class. I've suggested it one million trillion times. Nope... not gonna do it. He's buff and shit. He'd rather bench press a yoga instructor than relax (with a lavender oil soaked towel on his head) during chavasana. And me... I'll spend countless hours (that I'll never get back) watching sci-fi trilogies, but I will not ever pick up a controller to learn how to play video games with him.
I faked being sick (so I could stay home from school) when I was a kid because I was so addicted to Mario Brothers. That day, I saved the princess. BOOM. I'm done. Stop while you're ahead right? I can hardly work our TV remote control. What the "buck" would I do with an Xbox controller??? I'd have a panic attack. That's what I would do. I really only like to do things that I am good at. I'm a little bitch like that...
|Shorts and Sweater: H&M, Shoes: TJ MAXX (years and years ago)|
I wore this on Sunday hanging out with my fam.
My brother and his family are here visiting from NY and they are only here for 2 more days, so I'm not going to waste too much time blogging.
I'll simply point out the obvious:
1. This is the first time I have worn shorts all years and my legs are ghastly, ghostly white. No chance that any cellulite has been camouflaged with a tan yet. It was a gamble exposing them. Apparently, I like living on the edge.
2. I am turning 34 tomorrow and I cannot believe it. I've never been bothered by birthdays... until now. I am closer to 40 than I will ever again be to 25. What.The.Eff. How... does... this... happen???? My brother who is visiting (is 2 years and 2 days younger than me and) has pointed out that I am going to be 34 "really soon" every chance he gets. He's a shit head.
3. I cut my hair last week. It's short (and filthy here that is why it's up). I get bored easily, and I don't have one of those annoying dudes in my life who act like they are going to DIE if the woman they are with cuts their hair. Thank, GAWD for that. Those dudes annoy the crap out of me. You like long hair? Then grow yours out. The manfriend and I were having lunch a few months ago with 2 other couples and both of the other guys were all like.... "NO WAY.... If my wife EVER cut her hair, I would BE PISSED! I ask her every time she goes to get her hair done... you're not getting it cut ARE YOU????" What the hell is that donkey bull crap? You love your wife? You think she's beautiful? Her cutting her hair is not going to change that. Get over it... it's her hair, D-bag. I'm not completely convinced that I didn't cut my hair just despite those two guys. Truly.
|Skirt and Shoes: F21, Shirt: TJ Maxx, Necklace: Some small boutique in NoDa, it was made be a local Charlotte designer.|
This is what I wore to work late last week and then out to dinner with the Manfriend and his dad (who was in town for the evening). Although, this outfit is a little out of my comfort zone. I felt like someone else all day in it.
It's ultra-preppy. I mean... pink, navy, and pearls, come on?!? So I did what I could and spiced it up with fun shoes. I think a Southern preppy look is cute on some women, but I always feel like a weirdo imposter when I end up wearing it. I feel like it's Halloween and I'm dressed like a Republican sorority sister, but under the pearls lies a card-carrying Liberal feminist posing as a sweet Southern Belle. Not that you can't be a liberal feminist and dress preppy, obviously you can do whatever the hell you want, but that's the stereotype I have in my head.
Speaking of labels, my Manfriend and I were doing the whole "getting to know you" thing on our first date, and by the end of our 3-hour conversation (4 glasses of wine, and enough sushi for 5 grown men) he had nicknamed me a "Yankee Feminist Liberal-'Crat" (or Northern, Feminist, Liberal Democrat for those of you who haven't had your coffee yet). The name stuck and I must say, out of all of the nicknames he has for me, that one is my favorite. He was like... "Huh... it's weird. You look like a Southern girl, but then you open your mouth and this Yankee, Feminist, LiberalCrat comes out."
Four years ago I wasn't sure quite where he was going with that statement. You know, like, if it was a compliment or an insult?? But, I am happy to report that it was indeed a compliment. He's kind of the best. He loves me, and all of my loud-mouthed, liberal, feminist, non-traditional views. I mean... I drive him up a damn wall sometimes, and it's a gamble taking me to dinner parties, but hell... that's half the fun.
I didn't have time to do a legit post in this outfit, but here are a couple of pictures that show what I wore to a fashion show last Friday. These pictures also prove that I have some of the hottest friends around. Right? Bad, bad bitches.
This shirt is a bodysuit. Yup. If you were in middle/high school in the 1990's like me you know that that means two things... crotch snaps and that going to the bathroom is nothing short of an adventure. When I was in 6th grade bodysuits were BIG... but so was I. Too chubby to pull them off. So essentially I have spent 20 years wanting to wear one. Annnd... here you have it folks. Me... in a bodysuit. Twenty friggin years in the making. I still don't look like the ballerina, but then again I never will. It took me a long time to realize that sometimes you just need to do what you want.
Wear the damn bodysuit. Eff it.
Here are some of my favorite looks from the show we attended.
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|Jumpsuit: Marshalls, Shoes: ShoeDazzle, Earrings: Francesca's|
HEY, HEY, HEY....
What's up, Mamacitas???? I feel like I have been neglecting the ol' blog a bit lately.
I've been insanely busy with my corporate 9-5, Pilates teacher training every weekend, teaching Pilates group classes at my house and 1:1 private classes (because, you know, I'm super fancy like that) during the week, oh... and my nutrition program/studying. Man... you'd think I'd be the healthiest person alive with all of that going on, but yet... umm... that's a big fat NO. Capital "N".
Anyway... last week I was invited to a bridal fashion show for Ladies of Lineage and this is what I wore. Jumpsuits are a bit of a man repeller outfit if you ask me. Most women love them, but I think a lot of dudes get turned off by what I call the "long butt effect". There aren't many guys that dig a high "1980's esque" waistband. My manfriend was not around when I had this on, so I'm not sure what he thought, but I think that's a pretty safe generalization. Ahhh well, I dress for myself, and sometimes other women, but rarely for guys. If we dressed for men we'd all be walking around buck ass naked under a kitchen apron in 6 inch heels. Am I right?
Oh, and if you like looking at wedding gowns (and who doesn't?), you can scoot on over to the photography page and check out some of the pics I took at the fashion show. I was digging all of the beautiful details. I mean... lace peplum??? Shut your mouth. Enjoy! XOXO