My Own Personal Betsey Johnson

I don't know what I love more - that crazy head of hair, or the fact that she's wearing mason jar rings as some blingin' gold bracelets.

This girl knows what she likes.

Wordless Wednesday

Damsel in a Dress

Wordless Wednesday

Old School

Since it's football season, I've been thinking about my high school football days, way back when. I was my school's starting quarterback. Just kidding people, I was on the sidelines screaming at the top of my lungs, doing random jumps, spastic arm movements, and throwing people in the air while still trying to maintain some femininity. Wait, I think the inappropriate skirt length took care of that.

I pulled out some of my old yearbooks and even came across my senior scrapbook.

Let's have some fun with this shall we?

I thought I would do a little then and now comparison.

Nails

Then: always painted red because what if you could see them in the stands when I rocked my awesome spirit fingers?

Now: manage to keep my hangnails trimmed and my jagged edges filed

Lipstick

Then: applied two, maybe three, coats of my bright red matte finish lipstick before every game because my lips HAD to match my uniform

Now: use a sheer gloss that compliments my skin tone

Hair

Then: straightened (with blow-dryer and brush only, except the few times I had Sal Gal lay my hair on the ironing board and run an actual clothes iron threw it and that was only on days when I conditioned it with mayonnaise because Glamour magazine said it worked wonders), all one length, in desperate need of some side bangs to soften the appearance of that fivehead, and brown in color

Now: straightened with flat iron, layered, side bangs, and...blonde. What? Ya'll didn't really think I was a natural did ya?

Skincare

Then: washed my face every night with the harshest cleanser I could find and never ever applied any type of moisturizer because I was scared to death of getting a zit

Now: wash my face with a gentle cleanser and smooth on the thickest moisturizer I can find to help combat the wrinkles that seem to be making themselves at home (uninvited I might add)

I'm sure I could go on and on but hey, let's not get crazy. Besides, I've got to go and get stretched out.

I'm gonna see if I can still do a hurkey.

Would you wear these?

Pics courtesy of People Style Watch

Have you guys heard about the new trend in footwear? I'm not so sure these bad boys are for me. They're described as "the latest hybrid shoe – part open-toed sandal, part ankle boot."


The pics above show Jessica Alba, Whitney Port and Rachel Bilson all sportin' the new look. What do ya'll think? Would you wear them?

Excuse me...

...while I brush the dust from my keyboard. I know, it's only been about 3 days since my last post, but for me it feels like forever ago. I love to post everyday and usually do, but you should probably thank me for not posting as I've had a little unwelcome visitor. Some call her Aunt Dot, or Aunt Flow, but I like to lovingly refer to her as Aunt Swearword. So take my word for it, you wouldn't have liked what I had to say; therefore, I refrained. You're welcome.

More than that, the major reason I've taken a few days off is because Kate has been sick most of the weekend with a fever, cold, and sore throat. You might say that I lack multi-tasking skills (and I'd probably snap right back at you with.............you're right), but when she is sick, that's all I can think about. Thankfully my little love is feeling much better.

So, here I am. Back and ready to share some totally unrelated thoughts. I've been thinking about the upcoming election. Now, I'm not wanting to get too political here, so I'll talk some superficial-ness for ya, how's that? At first, every time I saw Sarah Palin on T.V. I kept thinking that she looked so familiar to me. And then I figured it out. She looks a lot like Tina Fey and Julia Louis-Dreyfus (both pretty women in my opinion). Almost like she could be their love child, if you will. IF that were not anatomically or physiologically impossible. Alright I know, I went there and shouldn't have, but look.

Tah-dah. Told ya.

But again, I'm not going to use my blog as a political forum.

I'm a BIG fan of Sarah Palin. I think she's awesome. (Oh look at you, aren't you observant.)

Now, on to fashion... The 80's seem to be making a comeback, which I am totally okay with because you know I rocked some hardcore fashion trends back then. I would even be okay with bringing back big hair, but only IN MODERATION (minus fly backs, of course). Here's why:

Oh yes I did.

Now that is just wrong. Why did my mom let me leave the house looking like this? And why did I think that the big horizontal part in the front of my head separating the top wave from the bottom wave looked good? The wind blew, my hair did not. And the flybacks? No comment. Forget Darwin, I think I should be receiving credit for the Big Bang Theory. I was robbed. On a side note, it is painfully obvious that this pic was taken before I had braces. Let us please take a moment of silence for Dr. Geiger, my beloved orthodontist, who helped me out in the worse way, even if his breath did smell like he sucked on a garlic clove prior to every one of my appointments.

But what I WILL NOT be totally okay with is bringing back the stirrup pants. Yea, you know the ones. Basically they were like leggings but with, well.....stirrups on the bottom. Actually, I didn't really have a problem with them, it was the soles of my feet that took the beating. Me, being the tall chick that I am, smiled through the pain of those things. By the time I made it home from a day of wearing that lovely fashion trend, the bottom of my feet had permanent dents in them from where the stirrups were pulled so tight trying to make it from the bottom of the pant to the bottom of my feet. Stirrup pants were not friends of long-legged girls.

Okay maybe one more. The last 80's trend that can stay behind is shoulder pads. I'm not looking to appear as though I'm an NFL quarterback anytime soon. (Unless I'm getting their salary along with it.)

I could probably keep adding things to this post, but I should really call it a night. I will not, however, be watching T.V. because our cable just went out. Perks of living out in the sticks I guess. But hey, I'll look on the bright side, at least I want have to wait for commercials to talk to Matt. ha!

Until tomorrow....




Edited to include: Oh, and no Sunday Savings this weekend as I was tending to my sick youngin! But next Sunday...it's on!

Tiles and Tops

Today I had the pleasure of heading into Jacksonville to pick up new ceiling tiles for our church. Yea that's right, me. Am I the only one who finds this hilarious? I mean really, out of everyone who is a member at our church, somehow I ended up being the one to go and pick up our new ceiling tiles. M to the Izz-A (my hubby) is on the Properties Committee and he pretty much volunteered me. Not that I minded, because I really didn't. I just think it's safe to say that if a visitor came to our church one Sunday and was asked to look into the crowded congregation and pick the person he thought went to pick up and unload the new ceiling tiles, I'm pretty sure he wouldn't say, "That girl, right there, in the hot pink sundress." But whatever, it was nice to help out and I hate to sound cliche but, doing for others really does make you feel good. See, can't you tell from the pic? (And no, the forecast did not call for makeup today.) (I knew what you were thinking.)








But on to the part of my day which I think deserves a mention...I stopped by Body Central to browse their tops and jewelry while waiting for my husband to call with directions to the tile place. I can always count on Body C to supply me with an inexpensive, cool top to wear out. (because I go out so often. pshhh) Granted, there's several things in there I wouldn't be caught dead in, but there are some definite finds. I can't really buy their pants or jeans though. They're never long enough. I'm 5'8 barefoot with bad posture. So you know that all of their pants tend to look like capris on me. Well, since we're going out to eat this weekend with some friends and fam for my birthday, I figured I'd snag a new top and some cute jewelry. The only downside of going to Body C is that there is always some overbearing 19-year-old trying to sale me on one of their many Buy 2 Get 1's. Ughh, seriously, just let me shop, I'll let you know when I need ya. After trying on several pieces of clothing and finally finding the shirt I wanted, I picked out some jewelry to go with it, and proceeded to check out. The girl that opened the dressing room for me was the same one to check me out. Even though I was making my last trip around the store with two tops in hand, I decided to buy only one.



Well, don't think she didn't notice that I was missing the "other top".


"Your not going to get the other top as well?"


I gave her a quick head shake and started digging in my purse for my wallet. (She had been so pushy the whole time I was shopping that I really didn't feel like explaining to her why I chose not to buy the other top.)


I noticed that as she was punching the numbers into the register she glanced up with eyes only, not moving her neck, and spotted where I had not so conspicously placed the "other top". (okay, so maybe sometimes I don't put stuff back where it belongs) There it was, in all it's multi-colored glory, squished in between a pair of big, pleather-looking heels. She didn't know I saw her eyeball it. So she proceeded...


"So you're not going to get it? Where'd you put it?" Oh it's like that.


I looked directly at her and said, "Right over there in between those shoes." (Humbling enough, I was probably close to 10 years her elder, so I had no shame at this point. Which unfortunately could probably lead to another topic...such as, should I really be shopping at this store?)


Her calling me out + me not caring or trying to hide it = dead silence


She finished ringing me up, put my stuff in a bag, and handed it to me without saying a word.


"Thanks, have a good day." I gave a quick smile and left.


Bottom line: Don't mess with girls who pick up ceiling tiles.