Oldies but Goodies

Howdy! On break from the students and I've gotten a chance to do some Christmas shopping. I'm going a little on the light side this year. Twelve more days until I can start buying clothes again. The most recent Anthropologie double sale is killing me...and it ends on New Years Eve. I suppose this will be the truest test of my resolution, and it's not fun.

Anyway, here's something cool:


In addition to high school chemistry textbooks, Prentice-Hall also made an awesome cosmetology book around the 1950s-60s. It has it's share of quirky dated information, like how ladies should get out of cars, how ladies should pick things up off the ground - it's like the preppy handbook, but the lady handbook. Even cooler is the picture by picture tutorials on doing short hairstyles from the 20s-30s era.







Living in the internet age has it's perks and all, but it's hard to find tutorials like these over these kinds of hairstyles that have as many pictures, and videos aren't quite the same thing. Merry Christmas to my sister Irene, I have no qualms about posting this as I know she doesn't read my blog. I thought this would be a pretty cool present for a hairstylist.

I'm looking forward to the new year and my renewed ability to buy clothes. I'm thinking about getting a brown leather bomber once 2012 comes around just because I'll need a reliable go to piece for the apocalypse. I took off my orange coat to try on a jacket. I had been contemplating retiring my coat because it has a chemical stain on it, and it looks University of Texas burnt orange rather than just a cool coat in it's own right.


Here's the only picture I have of it where I'm not holding a drink. Well, after I took off the jacket I tried on, I walked off then realized that I had left my coat back with the other jackets. When I found it, a lady was looking at it trying to find the price tag because she thought it was a cool coat. That felt good.

Dammitcember!!

So, we're now embarking upon probably the most expensive month of the year. Am I ready for it? Gift shopping is hard.

In 25 days I can go back to buying clothes. The past year has been pretty interesting fighting back in impulse to just buy a pair of pants. I don't know if I'm going to go on a mad shopping spree come New Years. First, I go back to work on Jan. 2nd (blows, I know); secondly, the point of the last year was so that I wouldn't go on mad shopping sprees and end up accumulating clothes that I don't wear. I've passed up a fair number of pretty awesome sales coming to terms with what the inevitable outcome would be. There will always be sales. They're not as once-in-a-lifetime as they seemed before. Once New Years comes, I'm going to buy:

- socks

- underwear

- white shirts by Tresics

- pair of cotton trousers

- pair of jeans

- and a little black dress

I'm looking forward to a more sensible year. I'm hoping for some sensibility this Christmas.

If I could go back in time and let myself know a few things, I'd say:

- don't start developing a lot of your professional wardrobe in college because you're still under enough stress that it keeps your weight down.

- even if you feel that your body won't change in certain areas to where you can invest in certain pieces, don't - somehow, your shoulders get more broad.

- you buy a lot of skirts you don't wear

- don't buy clothes you don't have the money for

- don't buy clothes

- most of the time, your feet are not a size 8

The Impulse Monster

I've decided that another reason that I don't like my birthday is the idea that I'm entitled to forego practicality and do something nice for myself. I'm a teacher, I have to do nice things for myself to postpone the development of my aneurysm, it's the forgoing practicality that is the add on of the birthday.

Well...the prime conditions for the Impulse Monster to come out are sales. Yes, I'm not buying any new clothes this year, but I'm just like a dog you try to train off of an obsession: I switch to another obsession. I've been focusing more on accessories and shoes this year and for my birthday, I allowed myself to procure FOUR pairs of shoes from Anthropologie of all places.

It started with the Cider Press Clogs, by Schuler and Sons:

There's something intriguing about a pair of red shoes, like the fact that I currently don't own a pair. I saw these at the Anthropologie store multiple times and they had just about every size except mine. I'd hope that someone would have maybe bought them online and then returned them to the store, but alas, they always seemed to have every size but mine and every time I was there I made sure to try on all the sizes around what would've been my perceived size in order to make sure that I wasn't hoping for the wrong size to appear. I did this over the span of a month. Since shoes were massively on sale and the red clogs wouldn't be

work appropriate even if I had a chance to get my size, I ended up coming home with two pairs of tan shoes by Schuler and Sons: The Marcia heels and the Gamut Spectators.

I felt odd buying two pairs of tan shoes despite the significant difference in style. I figured that it wouldn't hurt to just try them out. So far I've worn the Gamut specs once to work. My beat up orange loafers are my default and they're quite comfortable. There are times that I've been on the fence on the Marcia shoes. I still have the receipt, but when I try them on, they're cool design and practical quirkiness show me why I opted to keep them in the first place. Anyway, these two were not a birthday purchase. I was looking for shoes for work and even though my job doesn't allow for high heels, it's hard to pass up a pair of practical nude heels.

My birthday rolled around. Since my family lives an hour away, I spend my birthday, largely, by myself. It's not so bad, refer to the previous post on how I feel about birthdays. Still, I allowed myself to indulge. At this point I felt that the Cider Press Clogs were a lost cause. I was down, and there was a sale on boots. Why not? I thought, I'd always wanted to try out ankle boots but I thought my calves were too big. These were extremely comfortable and the design was very unique. At 30% off I saved about $60, but I also could've saved $150 just by not buying them. Sale logic doesn't make sense, but neither do happiness preferences. These, like my other shoes, I felt I had nothing to lose just by trying them out. Pencils have erasers and purchases have receipts. I had my birthday coupon, so I was kind of on a mission. One thing I did not anticipate was the procurement of a pair of cuffed heels I had seen previously.

When I saw these the first time, I thought they were cool looking, but they were not what I was looking for, I was on a work shoe mission and these were uniquely shaped and not for work purposes, but now I was on a birthday mission and I just had to see what these shoes looked like on my feet. Perhaps sometimes I'm searching for the validation that if a really cool looking pair of shoes looks bad on my feet, I can send my wondering and curiosity elsewhere. This is one of those (un)fortunate situations where the realization that lots of things look good on me comes into play. It didn't take me long to decide that these were mine. Financial practicality thrown out the door. Birthday coupon used.

I recognize that I can only have one pair of shoes on at a time. I've told myself that I will make more of an effort to wear my many pairs that have been sitting in the closet. I find myself in a position similar to a person taking too many puppies home from the shelter and can't decide which ones should go back. Even worse, procuring a new puppy.

Back in the day when I bought clothes (it feels like it's been that long), there were times when I'd search for the clothing name and when the page would be back up, magically, the clothes would be back in stock - and then I had to act fast before they went out of stock again.

This is why I'm not fond of bad days either, the idea that if I make it through a particularly bad day, I should reward myself. If you search "Cider Press Clogs," you'll observe that they're back in stock...and the size 8 just decreased by one in inventory.

Sometimes I'm not fond of how smart I am and it opens up a side that is not as smart. I applied the method above to a bag on the website that I had been eyeing for a while, the Mini Bucket Bag from Anthropologie. It's just a really awesome bag, but I'm sure I've said that before about a different bag. I've been rather fond of smaller bags as of late. After having made the purchase in the previous paragraph, I decided that it wouldn't hurt to try the search with this bag. I knew it was out of stock so I was madly surprised when it was in stock on the sale site again. I had JUST made a new purchase. (clogs) This bag is under the limit for free shipping by a nickel. Ohhhh my lack of patience...to my relief, it had sold out. Out of site, out of mind.

...but then again, based off of my usual modus operandi I think I'll just go to the store and have one sent to me from another store. Once sale items are off the sale site, they get reduced again.

Yes, my innocent checking account is taking some massive abuse. I know, I'm a monster.

Birthday Blues

My birthday was last Monday. It was considerably unstellar. If you could imagine painting a car with dull paint, taking it out on a drive and crashing it, that was my happy birthday.

Generally I never look forward to my birthday just because I want to anticipate at least a decent day and it's always hard to meet that expectation. Sophomore year of high school is still, by far the best birthday I've ever had. I came to the lunch table to find that it was covered with presents. What happened was the year before, everyone had missed my birthday because I didn't bother mentioning when my birthday was until the day after. My friends had then put my birthday on their calendars and waited out the year vowing not to miss it again. It wasn't so much the presents that made it great as much as not only the thought that my friends had been planning this for a year, but also that it was kind of out of revenge for the previous year. Future, top that.

Really now, I'm turning 26 this year, and more and more, part of me feels that I can't continue to dress in a certain fashion and that I should "dress like a 26 year old" whatever that means. I think this thought mainly applies to dressing younger. Part of me feels that over layering can be young. I've always wanted to wear shorts and a blazer. I imagine there's a safe approach and a quirky approach. Who says that quirky has to be young though? I suppose I'm saying it. Along with my perceived maturation (I still look like a high schooler), I suppose I have to mature my quirkiness too.

One thing I'm having trouble adapting is wearing scarves in a Kelly style fashion. It's hard to make it look like I'm not wearing a hijab.

Inspiration in the least likely place

Woo! I'm sitting OUTSIDE in TEXAS, engaging in my favorite outdoor activity: outdoor blogging.

I've always been of the impression that style is about how you choose to do things and carry yourself.

A little less than a month ago, I was at the DSW warehouse. On my phone I had a picture of a pair of shoes that I was hoping had gone on sale. I feel I came out of the store with something much more valuable. First let me say that the shoes were not there. What I did overhear was a conversation between a daughter and her mother. Apparently, the girl had been shopping for shoes for prom, at the point that the conversation reached my ears (yes, reached. It was not me eaves dropping as much as it was that anyone else could not help but hear the argument) the mother had told her daughter that she'll just have to buy her own pair of shoes or wear something that she has at home. Daughter, friend in tow, went to go sulk in another section. The mother related to her friend how ridiculous it was that kids were willing to settle for shoes that they could barely walk in. Mother's friend comments that it's the style of the day. Mother lays down the law in saying that she doesn't want her daughter to go to prom looking like a slut. Word. Mother further comments that the look is too "mature" and Maddie is only 13!!!

13? Slutty shoes? Prom? Just when I thought that kids had too many rights and too much control over their parents, this woman, who I contemplated complimenting, lays it all out. There's hope for the future.

Greener Surprises

Howdy! I'm currently in Houston for professional development. Internet is crap and I'm utilizing my last life line (time amount undetermined) to post a blog.

My friend had a birthday a few weeks ago. Currently my wrapping paper is stored in the closet of eternal falling hazards. So, I was tempted to go my found-brown-paper-and-colorful-ribbon route, but a more convenient solution presented itself.



Observe how Mr. Panda and Barry are admiring my handy work. Now, I like purchasing scarves and handkerchiefs like nothing. Often times at thrift stores and estate sales, scarves and such are very inexpensive, hence, the development of my surplus.

Since I frequent allkpop, I recall coming across an article where YooNa was advertising for Innisfree handkerchiefs and their usefulness, one of the tips was using it to wrap presents. It's certainly a more green option and it reduces waste. I don't even have to support a specific brand and it's so easy to find different patterns. There are size limitations to the gifts, but packaging is all a part of the charm.

Post here, why don't you? Good + Bad

Howdy! You know what is depressing? While I thought I was behind on some of my own blogs, I look at some of the blogs I follow only to find that they haven't written in months or made notes of needed sabbaticals because...at times, there is reason to step out of the blogosphere matrix and deal with issues in the real world. Life happens, and admittedly, it can suck some times.

Anyway, time for the good and the bad. The bad first:

The New York Times is putting a limit on the number of articles outside of the front page articles that internet users can access. It was only a matter of time, I suppose. Twenty (20) articles in one month! How am I suppose to keep up with the outside world?

Good news:

After running up my NYTimes quota, I went to my sisters house and used her computer and everything is fine and dandy. Among cooler things, I came across this. The New York Times is soliciting photos of peoples street style. Each week, they'll pick pictures based off of a certain theme. I'm personally looking forward to seeing Texas summer street style. What have I discovered? Unless there's an unseasonable cold front, you almost completely cannot wear a scarf during the summer.

You know you're a rockstar when...

Hello again. Glad to see you here. Internet activity has been down as my internet has been down. Over the span of the last 3 days I've been a straight out internet schlub getting reacquainted like I've never had the internet before. As a result, my SHINee girl fandom has comeback along with an observation.

Taemin has always been a strong favorite of mine s well as the majority of the constituency that composes SHINee fans. Who couldn't love the dancer? Among other things, his voice and looks have matured quite nicely. In every live performance I've watched on Youtube, he's shining with confidence and attitude that ooozes "bitch, I'm a rockstar."

With that said, resurrecting the old mantra "confidence is the best accessory," sometimes, it's all you got. As in the case of Taemin, I'd imagine he's quite the open minded kid since his performance wardrobe has been a straight up free for all.

Observe.

Sometimes, to me, the rowdy wardrobe almost seems like an effort to equalize to down play his good dancing, singing, and overall cuteness. It's just like Harrison Bergeron. Despite the aluminum foil pants, zebra dolman hoodie, and the other oddities, Taemin rocks them all like a Calvin Klein model well equipped with the knowledge and confidence that it takes a lot to make him look bad. For someone who looks good in virtually everything, why not push the limits and make him a giant fashion experiment? He doesn't mind. He's a rockstar.

addendum: They should give him a bad haircut.

Focus Focus Focus

I've officially resigned myself to the fact that I've broken virtually all of my new years resolutions except the first one and maybe five.

Make up is an odd thing and it's hard to make sensible decisions when I'm still in the experimental stage. I'm still working on getting it to stay and to not look like a melting mannequin with acne by the end of the day.

Not buying clothes has actually become quite easy considering that it's not quite an active New Year's Resolution - I've gone about 130 days without buying any new clothes. While it was impulse control at first, now I find myself a little bored with it. I almost feel like taking on a 1/2 years resolution at the end of June. Among more interesting things, since I'm not buying any clothes this year, I have to make an effort to fit into the clothes I have. I didn't realize that I was in some twisted way resolving to maintain a certain figure and, subsequently, a diet.

That rant's done. When it comes to the quarterly project, I've concluded that it's hard to resolve to be inspired. It doesn't have to be artsy inspiration, just something that warrants the title "project." I'm currently in the process of making a wooden table top from oak planks. It's pretty cool, I don't know if I'm in the mood to chance the paint scheme of my desk though. It might be more work than I have time for.

Future posts? I'll do my best to try not to disappear for the next 3 weeks.

Scarve enterprise

So...I haven't abandoned my blog, nor am I slipping on the new years resolution or blogging regularly. Where have I been?

If the pictures don't make it more than obvious, the emergency stairways and the scene of a fairly modern looking suspension bridge contrasted with a mosque in the foreground should tell you there's no place like TURKEY. The above pictures are from Istanbul, a city that's crammed with more history than an encyclopedia.

During my ten day stay, one of the most prevailing feelings that Istanbul, in particular, left was that of a city that is trying to embrace modern times while maintaining it's rich history. It was a very odd contrast at times to see advertisements with Giselle Bundchen and then BOOM - a centuries old mosque. Maybe it's not so odd and I was just going through a foreigner phase.

History and modern times seem to be an odd compromise. It's awkward, like being a teenager that can't decide between two polar opposite styles...and then, of course I saw this

and this
Mentally, I saw this
and thought more about how I prefer this

While I can't conceive the wearing of a hijab to ever come into mainstream fashion, I was definitely impressed by how fashionable they were able to make the hijab. I'm particularly partial to the wrapping and gathering around the neck as I find it similar to the Kelly wrap pictured above.

Scarf culture was pretty extensive in Turkey. They were sold virtually everywhere. What surprised me was going into the Armine store and seeing the area dedicated to just scarves. Patterns are seasonal and I probably looked like an imbecile for not really noticing. Anything that offers a new creative outlet for women always becomes evident and prevalent: probably about 70% of the clothing stores in America mainly cater to women's clothing and in Turkey, scarves were everywhere. I was really amazed by the size of Armine's look book which seemed to be dedicated to mainly showing off the scarves.

What surprised me most was the new take on the hijab. If you could, imagine woman driving in a convertible with a scarf and sunglasses. The only difference here is that she never takes her scarf off. It's a nice retro take on things, and there's nothing wrong with reinventing and adapting classics.

Among other things, yes, I bought a bunch of scarves. More to come later.

WTF LVMH!

As noted before, I don't know much about fashion, I can't elaborate on fashion, but I do know patterns, evolution, and after almost a full academic year of being a chemistry teacher, I can call out BS as I see it.

I'm referring to the targeted takeover of Hermes by Moet Hennessy Louis Vuitton.

There's something I find highly unappealing about giant conglomerates, afterall, being a teacher you know that the larger your class is the less individual attention you can give to each student. I'm not saying that all conglomerates are bad, but this certainly explains why I've been seeing traditionally high end designer labels almost everywhere in the masses.

I find Hermes decision to remain completely independent of the conglomerate very admirable. Until yesterday, I was unaware of how large LVMH was. I recognize that the conglomerate has a knack for revitalizing old brands, but even so, striving to appeal to a younger market is not...very impressive. All you have to do is lower prices. Cheapen materials. Create an outlet store. They only care about the name anyway.

This is where I admire Hermes dedication to quality even if they can only appeal to a small audience that can actually afford their products. They also are very well aware of how trend-based fashion is and how the good majority of fashion is transitional.

Family members recoil as they recall an LVMH official’s suggestion that Hermès bolster sales by creating a line of lower-priced bags.

“It’s exactly what you shouldn’t do,” Mr. Dumas says. “Because you will make a cheap Hermès bag which will sell like hotcakes for three years, and after three years people will say, ‘Hermès is not what it used to be.’ ”

Mr. Thomas says: “If you tell me I have to double the profit of Hermès, I will do it tomorrow. But then you’d have no Hermès left in five years.”

Fashion is business. Business is all about money. The article seems to show that LVMH has a blind eye towards the economics of reputation, and reputation standards.

Given that I'm not much for explanations on fashion, I'll do what I do best which is: give science examples.

Dogs are a beast that have evolved over the past 4000 years. One thing that I really enjoy about dogs is that if you look at other countries, almost all of them have a culturally significant dog that was developed for specific useful purposes. There is beauty in function. On a side note, I think that some may not realize that a lot of the best and most creative ideas arise out of need. Anyway, if you fast forward some 4000 years, we have miniature designer dogs that were bred for the purposes of being able to be carried around in purses without being burdens to their owners, accessories, if you will, and more importantly, dogs that would not be able to function without human intervention. Dogs that really can't stand on their own. Point being made, it's easy to create a sad situation when you cater to the wants of people. I hope that Hermes will continue to evolve naturally and if they ever feel it necessary to commit brand name suicide, I hope that it will be on their own terms.

Resolution relapse and redemption

I bought a skirt last week.


and now for the kicker: I returned it the next day. I didn't know why I felt the urge to just go in a clothing store and try on something just for fun. That's not how the world works. All I do know was that after having bought the skirt, I felt so bad that I had to return it the next day, I didn't even take it out of the tissue that it was wrapped in.

It is a nice skirt, don't get me wrong. It looked good on me, but that led me to a revelation: lots of things look good on me. It's the anti-problem problem. Since lots of things look good on me, it's easy to buy clothes relentlessly without ever wearing them. After having bought this skirt, I raced home and pulled out every black skirt I owned. Yes, they all looked good, but more so, the gave off the same overall effects that this skirt gave off. The skirt was not worth breaking a new years resolution over. When I returned it, it turned out that both of the sales staff owned the skirt and the other one was wearing it behind the counter. You know...I hate repeat performances when it comes to clothing. The returning made me feel even better.

So, it takes about 2 years to get a good new years resolution down. The first year to to find out that you can keep a small resolution while the second year, the approach is a guilt trip when you feel like breaking your resolutions because you know by that time that you can keep resolutions and anything else you say or do is just an excuse. The big resolutions finally matter.

Lipstick craze

crazy huh?

My mom always told me to put on a little lipstick...just to add a little color to my face. I always thought that lipstick made my lips so unnaturally colorful that I felt like a clown at times. Then, for some reason last year, I bought my first bright red lipstick and I became hooked. I'm guessing that before, I didn't see any fun in my moms lipsticks.


What's odd was that I didn't even really go through a color transitional phase where I started wearing safe neutrals. I just went BAMM! For bright colors and harsh looks (observe the nude color that erases any existence of my lips.) That's not to say that I didn't own any of those safer lipsticks, I just find that now - since I wear lipstick more frequently, what drives my wearing of lipstick the most is my attraction to the bright colors. I have about 12 bright lipsticks right now, which is really more than I'll ever need. And to think I was on the prowl for more...I was looking for a lighter orange you see, not something quite as bright as MAC's Morange that I'm wearing on the right, but not something so pale that it looks close to MACs Siss on the left. I was actually looking for something a little like Lime Crime's Cosmopop which is unfortunately being reformulated at the moment. Knowing that my lipstick habit is bordering on addiction, I talked myself into something new -

I just mixed the two colors to get my lighter orange. I'm pretty darned satisfied. Make up is an art forms and this is like...fingerpainting 101, but with your lips.

Yep. That is a whale eating my clothes back there.

It's like 3 for the price of 2. I don't know if I plan on doing this with my other lipsticks, but this is pretty damned cool mainly because I also like each of the other colors in their own right. I think the main thing about my lipstick infatuation is that I like having the option of going extreme if I want to. Between me and my 12, I'm pretty sure I have every color I could want.

There's a skirt I want

...there's always going to be a skirt I want. It doesn't even matter that this is an online exclusive and that Anthropologie is out of my size. For about 15 minutes, there was an overwhelming urge to just go to the store to see if someone had bought it online and returned it for fitting bad. Still, it's a pass. With work, and my resolution, the urges to go out an buy clothes are not as strong as they use to be. Also, combining that with the fact that there are a lot of skirts in my closet that I both want and have not worn doesn't make the case for this skirt any better knowing that there's a large chance that it will just join the collection.

Wearing skirts seems to take training, much like using a purse, or wearing heels. I have about 1/3 of my lady training down. Now I just need to make occasions to wear skirts...just like I make occasions to wear lipstick.

44 days without buying any new clothes. It feels like it was just yesterday that it was 23 days.

Rabbit Year

I think I would've preferred the irony of the Rabbit year being next year with it being a leap year and all. Happy Lunar New Year!

I hear that the Year of the Rabbit isn't good for the Ox, but the beauty of horoscopes is that if you don't like one, you can always just click on another google search result.

I know that I haven't been keeping up with my blog as much as I would've liked. I have a feeling if I do, it's going to be that "on average" I keep up with this blog to a point where I blogged once a week. It's not as though I don't think about it. It's just that I feel like I don't have the time for it. That's the issue though, I FEEL like I don't have the time, when actually, I do. I feel I want to do better.

Anyway, I'm finding my resolution of not buying any clothes getting rather difficult. Not because I have any huge urges to buy clothes, but more because:

and

I ripped my favorite work pants. They didn't even rip on the seam. I don't know if it was foreshadowing because when they ripped, I was sitting down to eat a bacon bowl. If that wasn't enough, my sister's cat peed on my favorite tweed blazer. Mother Nature has forsaken me. My resolution has now become a test to see if I can literally persevere through literal wears and tears. Here I go.

One day at a time

In the spirit of trying to maintain my blog without resorting to half-assed posts, here I go.

So far in honor of my resolution of not buying any clothes (among other resolutions), I've gone a good 17 days without any new clothes. I feel as if I'm going into this resolution rather confidently. Knowing that I'm not going to buy any clothing has drastically decreased my interest in outlet malls save those that contain Cosmetic Company Stores or MAC stores.

I think nature is working against me, guess what came in the mail over a span of two days?


Seriously. As if I didn't already get 5-6 emails a day telling me the exact same thing. It's kind of easy to see how I got into clothes in the first place. Catalog bombardment definitely contributed to my consumerism. Now I just feel disgusted at the waste of paper.

2011 is going to be a bit of a minimalist year. For me, it's not about new fashion as much as it is examining my past decisions while wondering "What was I thinking?" Interesting year. Very interesting year.

resolution addendum

I got another good idea from one of my friends.

6. I want to become more financially independent.

it's a little vague. I know I have too many debts at the moment to be completely financially independent, but I'll just take baby steps at a time. This year, I'd like to be financially independent of my credit cards. I'd prefer to just not have to carry them around at all.

And a HAPPY NEW YEAR!!

Again I have to tell myself I haven't abandoned this blog. I've neglected it pretty horribly, but I haven't abandoned it. I do think about it a lot. This happens to be the blog where I talk the most about my life. Life's been busy. Another year has past and there's always the opportunity to develop good habits under the guise of a New Years Resolution. I find that it's good to have more than one resolution because then the odds of you keeping at least a few of them become higher. For example:

(from last year)

1. I refuse to buy pens this year.
2. I will not buy anymore t-shirts.
3. I will not buy a purse this year unless it is a staple piece.
4. I will not go out and buy new underwear just because I've put off doing my laundry for
months.

- I was definitely able to keep #1 and #4, I think I did end up breaking #2 but I don't remember when. Oddly enough, I might not have broken #3 because it's really hard to find a good bag out there. I'm just going to say I did break that resolution even though I'm not sure.


I'd been getting into tote bags a little bit and this bag kept looking at me. It has eyes, you know. After seeing this bag constantly at Target this past summer, I picked it up and it turned out to be my most overused bag. I suppose using purses requires training, totes are a good gateway into purse usage. I suppose my cat bag can be considered a staple.

Overall, I didn't do to shabby this year.

Resolutions for 2011:

1. I will not buy ANY new clothes.
- I have a feeling a pair of hot fuchsia Barbie heels are going to cross my path many times this year.
- Any clothes I get rid of will be either donated to Goodwill or sold on eBay

2. I will blog once a week.

3. I will make the time to dance at least twice a week.

4. I will finish a project each quarter (if not even more often than that)

5. I will try to make more sensible make up choices.

I know that the last one is a bit subjective, but...

seriously...who knows the next time one of my sisters is going to get married? I need to redeem myself for the rainbow eyes at the wedding. While I liked the job I did, I think it looks cool, for a wedding? I must've been feeling crazy that day...truthfully, I was. There was no worse time to really get into wacky colored make up than the wedding. Ugh.

So there we go, enough resolutions to break and enough to keep.