March 2010

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Bronzing Powder Pictures

bronzing powder

Mineral Bronzing

Sun Baked bronzing

Face Powders

Flawless Bronzing

Good news -- I not only woke up on the right side of the bed today but I also had time to make breakfast. Even before 8:30, I knew it was going to be a better day. Thanks for not abandoning me and my bad mood. He usually doesn't stick around for longer than a day.

So after reading my post on Monday about slipping on denim leggings under my dress, my sister texted me today and asked my what denim leggings were. I found it a bit challenging to find the right words to describe them, so I went with the birds and the bees approach: Let's say that knit leggings and denim jeans were up in the club and decided to hook-up after quickly eloping (trying to keep it family friendly here). Well then the pair of jeans got pregnant and decided to keep the baby, although the leggings wasn't ready to start a family. Nine months later denim leggings were born and are now available at most retailers, including J.Crew. Which I drooled over in their newest catalog. While I was eating Nutella mind you. By the spoonful. It was very sticky drool. Had to throw the catalog away. Along with a few books that were on the table as well. Well there you go. I've gone and done it again. I've completely over-shared.

Now that you know about my steady diet of Nutella and J.Crew catalogs, on to the outfit. As you know, I usually pull out the old adult-sized tu-tu to make me feel better and the way that yesterday was going it felt like the tu-tu was necessary in order to save this week from going to pot. Tonight was date night after all, so why not live a little? I'm only young once, I'll dress boring when I'm dead. And now I'm back on the couch catching up on American Idol and Lost. AND I blogged before 10 pm. Now that's a good day.

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

at least I'm not Kate Gosselin

Today I was in a rotten mood. Technically, I could blame this on the 28 day monster, but I think that I will blame it on that dang clear sky and sunshine. Hey -- 80 degree weather, quit trying to ruin my bad day. It's not going to happen. I've got sunglasses and cramps to cover you up.

Bad mood Tuesday almost threatened my outfit and photoshoot today. I was faking it as much as I could through the photoshoot till I finally said I was done. I figured if looked half as bad as I felt in the pictures then we should just stop all together. But thank the good Lord for my husband. Not only did he make me laugh all the way through but he only snapped when I was smiling and not during the sour face/complaining moments.

If you didn't notice, I didn't label my photos as usual. It was kind of pointless since everything I wore today was from Old Navy. Yes, even the shoes. I got my jacket last spring and my shoes last fall. But the belt and dress were recent purchases and come highly recommended.

Okay, you know what? I might be a paranoid schizophrenic. Yesterday I was so afraid of my dress being too short for work that I left at noon to put on pants. Today I wore an even shorter dress. Again, I'm blaming it on PMS and a messy cocktail of alcohol from swallowed mouth wash and extra-strength tylenol. I shouldn't have even drove today. Who knows what tomorrow may hold.

Someone left a comment saying they were confused about my job -- is it conservative or can i wear what I want? Well, I can see where your confusion might come from, dear reader as I too am confused. You see, there is little to no known dress code BUT I work with a lot of older people (and by older, I just mean older than me) so I try to keep the lengths of my skirts and dresses appropriate just in case someone has HR on speed dial and has a secret personal vendetta against me or exposed knees. This is actually the first job I've had that I haven't gotten "the talk" from HR about the way I dress. So I'm a bit paranoid when it comes to skirts and dresses. I try not to push my limits, even though it's a bit of unknown territory. So let me put it this way: Everyone in my office dresses very conservatively (I'm normally the only person with pant-less legs. Gasp!) but I've never been told that I've offended anyone with the way I dress. Although, from time to time I get a few raised eyebrows. I just try not to toe that line, but if I do, I at least wear cute shoes.

You've just had a brief but schizophrenic look into the way I think. Scary isn't it?

close up: mary-kate

Lumiere Eyeshadow Pictures and images

Lumiere Eyeshadow

Lumiere Eyeshadow Pictures and images

Lumiere Eyeshadow

long nails Pictures

long nails

Monday, March 29, 2010

random: ashley

Most Likely to Succeed

Do you ever wake up and your face is swollen but you don't know why? Well I did today and I didn't notice it until I got to work and went to the bathroom around 10 am. "Dang." Was the first thing out of my mouth followed by " How did I miss that?" referring to the dark circles under my eyes. Then I wondered if I had sleep-walked to a bar and enrolled in an underground fight club. Of course no visible bruises, only swollen face so maybe I just did some cortisone on the way home. Someone at work asked if I'd been crying, another asked if it was allergies. I went with allergies. It's official, I'm allergic to Mondays. And probably pollen.

Well let's be honest here. If this dress were in the yearbook, it would be voted "Most Likely Too Short To Wear to The Office." But seemingly how I was voted "Class Favorite" in 7th grade, I thought that I'd try it out. I wore it as shown this morning but then I actually slipped on some denim leggings at lunch, just to be on the safe side. You know what they say: Better safe, than fired. Or at least that's what my boss says.

In other news, I am wearing one of the only thrifted items I still own. In college, I was a thrift store maniac. It was when thrifting wasn't the hippest thing and none of the thrift stores were picked over, so I had the run of the store most of the time. I love this necklace, very faux-thropologie. And like I said -- one of the few things I kept. I got rid of most of the items I'd thrifted because it either didn't fit or it was a t-shirt, which I never wear any more. Ahh the college days, when Chuck's, skinny jeans and a thrifted Reba McIntyre concert tee meant I was cool. Now I have to smile and tell jokes for people to like me. Man, being a grown up is hard.

UPDATE: Okay, after reading all of your comments, I agree -- my dress wasn't too short to wear to work. (Yay!) I think that I'm just afraid of spring legs without tights or pants. I feel a bit exposed after months of wearing tights. Especially when everyone in my office wears pants. When you're the only pair of uncovered legs, things can get weird. From the bottom of my bare legs, thank you for the encouragement to wear skirts and dresses without the comfort of tights. Spring it on.

Forward March

Brixton hat and t-shirt. H&M denim leggings. Forever 21 military vest. Asos studded ankle boots.

Sometimes I'm asked if Fashion is my first and only love. In many ways it is. I enjoy writing about it, studying it and collecting inspirational photographs that draw me in both consciously and subconsciously.

I, however, have other passions that bring me just as much joy. I truly take pleasure in cooking and creating a meal that not only tantalizes my taste buds but one that is also appealing to the eye in appearance. I pull many recipes from homemade books passed down to me by both my Grandmother and Mother as well as online sites and magazines. I sometimes come up with the tastiest of concoctions just by experimenting with what is already in my fridge.

Another fervor of mine is animals. I seem to lure them with my calm and approachable air. If I could rescue every single stray and care for them I would. When I was little I used to imagine having a gigantic castle where all of these animals I would save could live. I still dream about that today, just in more realistic terms.

Over the weekend I saw this fairy tale unfold about a special friendship between a young girl and her friendship with a fox. Shot in the beautiful mountains of France, we learn how love is not about possession but simply about being there for one another. The movie is called The Fox and The Child and I highly recommend it to those who haven't already seen it.

True friendship between human and animal is extremely difficult to attain because the human will inevitably be tempted to domesticate the animal, changing its character and life, longing to own it instead of just watching, liking and meeting it. -IMDB.com

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