expect the unexpected

i'm not really one to follow fashion. i like clothes. i like to look good. but i tend to not give much thought to designers and the like. however, today is a new day. and this fashion week is apparently a new week as well. because i can not stop looking at style.com's coverage. its become my crack. every day for the past five or so days, i've meticulously looked at each designer's collection gallery. and let me tell you. i've seen some pretty things. and i've seen some hideous things. some designers should have been slapped before allowing half of their garments down that runway.

ok, so maybe i'm not a professional. but i can certainly tell when something is just downright awful. however. being one to try to find the positive in all situations {err...} here are my favs from new york fashion week. take it for what its worth kiddos.

marchesa. if i could own any of these three pieces, i would wear them to tea parties and to dance around my house while cleaning. i'd probably even be buried in them. i mean. omg. i just died and went to heaven. every girl's dream, i do think.


jill stewart. i usually go for light and dainty things... but js had a few black pieces i wouldn't mind strutting my stuff in. but would you just do me a favor and take a look at the perfectly placed bow on the white dress. i have dreams about that bow. that bow and i could be best friends. forever.


ports 1961. overall i thought this collection was nice. meaning it was all okay, but not much actually stuck out. accept for this little assemble. i don't know how fall-y it is, but i could definitely see myself ditching the jacket and running through fields of wild flowers {bc you know i do that quite often} this summer.
herve leger. don't ask me how to pronounce the name. please. and yet again, wasn't super impressed with the whole line, but i could definitely do a number on the town in this dress. bow chicka wow wow. ifyouknowwhatimean.

things i believe in

I believe in the power of a good mental health day. Use sparingly. You certainly don't want to be THAT kid, who only shows up to class on the exam days. But there is something to be said for a day to just lay around on your couch and feel like a rebel.

I believe in the power of caffeine. It does wonders for our productivity levels. Again, use sparingly. You don't want to be someone who has to be hooked up to a caffeine drip just to get out of bed in the morning.

I believe in the power of trashy television. Forget what you have to live for? Turn on a little 'I love New York' and find out how the other half lives. Be grateful for everything you have.

I believe in the power of face wash. There really is nothing like washing your face at the end of a really bad day. Just please, remember to moisturize.

secrets are sometimes fun

do you read postsecret?
no?
well you totally should.

i subscribe to it, along with roughly 50+ other blogs, in my google reader. i don't always get around to reading it right away. because i like to make sure i can really concentrate on the whole post and read/inspect each postcard sent in. nerdy maybe. but necessary. some of the secrets are so powerful. some are just downright awkward. others are hilarious. and some are sad. you never know what you are gonna get on any given sunday (movie title? FTW).

this week my favorite, hands down...


seriously.

outfit post #5

so i wear this outfit probably once a week. i'll change the shoes as i see fit, but it has become one of my go-to's. its comfortable and i quite like the shape it gives me. i'm not complaining. the top is really a dress that i shrunk, so its too short for me to feel comfortable even wearing it with leggings, so i just pair it with some skinny jeans. its easy, uncomplicated, and probably not that impressive. but hey, when you wake up 30 minutes later than you should have, its not quite the time to be picky.

dress: forever 21, belt: gap, jeans: charlotte rouse, boots: emu
i really should take the time to pick up my room next time...

channeling

so today has just been one of those days. in order to get me out of this funk that has taken control of my mood, i think i should focus on the good things. and really, today i'm surrounded by a few good things.

1. my toe nails are painted. (see below) i have neglected them for a few weeks. so the change is good.
2. my new headphones with which i get to listen to kings of leon. on my way to class.
3. white chocolate mocha from caribou this morning. it tasted marvelous.
4. "the adventure" by angels & airwaves. who knew?
5. the weather. which may be adding to this funk. but i crave a good grey day every once in awhile.

xox

six songs for the month

love love love mix:


lullaby, the dixie chicks
i want you back, jackson 5
you are the best thing, ray lamontagne
forever, ben harper
to be alone with you, sufjan stevens
oh darling, the beatles

best sissers forever

laddie and i, five years ago

My little sister is one of the most beautiful people I know.

Ever since she was little, she's had a knack for entertaining others. She used to get dressed up and dance around the living room in the house we would visit every summer. All of our aunts and uncles, great aunts and uncles, and cousins would gather around and watch. At the end of her performance she would waltz around the room with a hat outstretched, hoping people would tip her for her fine performance.

She was born with blond eyebrows and my aunt would always get a kick out of drawing them on with eyeliner. Before her performances, she was very particular about the fact that she needed her eyebrows before she could go on.

Whenever my sister, brother, or I, who are all older than her, would tell her to do something, she would undoubtedly say, "You are not the boss of me! I am a freeeeee woman!" Emphasis on the free, of course.

She has always been giving. When she was going into the first grade, we moved states and bought a new house. My parents were planning on giving her the bedroom with the walk in closet, and I was so upset about this! I somehow talked/tricked her into switching with me. She never seemed put out by any of our requests.

To this day, every time I get scared during then night, I go crawl in bed with her. She probably hates having to share her tiny twin bed with me, but I never want to stop cuddling with her. Shes gotten me through some of the roughest nightmares and thunder storms.

She is one of my favorite people in the world.