cheaters never prosper (but they dress well)

Okay so I'm a cheater. BUT I am not a liar or a thief, so I've still got my self-esteem and a clean police record. My striped top underneath is actually a bandeau/bra top so really if you count it as my underwear, I didn't cheat at all. Whew, now I feel better.
Only 2 more outfits!! I'm jumping for joy right now. (Seriously, I'm on a trampoline.) Not that I haven't enjoyed this challenge -- I have. But boy have I got some outfits planned. I mean don't get your hopes up or anything. In fact aim low with your expectations. The lower you aim, the better I'll impress you. (That's always been my motto.)

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big and tall

I think that I'm getting bigger. Not fatter (well maybe a little) just bigger in general. My desk at work feels like it's getting smaller and smaller. My legs keep falling asleep because I have to fold them up to fit underneath. I kept hitting my head while getting in and out of my car. I heard a young child whisper "Sasquatch" to her mother and then started to cry. 
And then today in the mail I got a postcard notifying me that a local retailer in my area will be carrying larger shoe sizes for women. It's official -- I'm a giant. And apparently everyone knows it and I'm just now figuring it out. It's just like that movie The Truman Show, except I'm not Jim Carey and there aren't camera's following me. Or are there...
Paranoia aside, can we officially start a count down now? 3 more outfits and 1 more day until my shopping ban is lifted. I'm already fake shopping online. I've got shopping carts full all over the internet. Truth is, I never stopped. (except for at work, because that's wrong, right...?)

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Dreaming Out Loud

Alexander Wang Tank. H&M blazer. Vintage scarf & rings. Topshop skinny jeans. Pineapple oxford flats. Nightingale bag. OPI nails in Vodka & Caviar.

While I was in New York earlier this month, I had the opportunity to meet Street Style Photographer, Jason from Citizen Couture. He found this great location for a spur-of-the-moment shoot that was so serenely quiet I almost had to ask myself if I was still in the City. You can check out his website for more images of my shoot and his esteemed work here.

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desperate housewife

I talked to my mom today. She said that she almost named me "Weekendi". See? Things could have been much worse. She also told me I was born with an extra thumb. But I couldn't find any scars so I think she just threw that in for good measure.

So I tricked you guys. You thought that my black pants were jeans the last time I wore them, but they aren't. They are basically really thick tights that are sturdy enough to wear as pants but too expensive to sleep in. (Did I just use the word sturdy to describe something in my wardrobe?) Anyways, I was channeling a little bit of 50s housewife for this look. Slutty 50s housewife -- did you see that tummy peeking out? Scandalous.

In other news, we leave for Seattle in 1 week. Thank you all for the wonderful tips!! I don't know if we saved up enough money for all of the restaurants you listed, but I've got an empty credit card and some elastic waist pants that I'll be wearing for the duration of the trip. You know what they say...when in Rome (or Seattle) wear loose pants. That way you can eat more.

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Google me

Just as I like to place my name in words (weekendi, for example) I also like to find compliments in places that I shouldn't. Like search term results that lead people to my blog. (My vanity can not be limited to just imaginary vocabulary.)

I would like to take the time to say thank you to Google for categorizing me under the search term "pretty stylish girls". By far the nicest compliment I've ever recieved from a computer and/or robot. I would also like to say thanks for sending people to my blog when they search for:

"oh i forgot"
"most likely to succeed"
"wearing the same outfit everyday"

and my personal favorite...

"how to make ice kendi"

How to make ice, you ask? Well my friend, you freeze water, very carefully. Once you have mastered this skill, I will teach you about the art of popsicles. All in good time, young grasshopper, all in good time. Or perhaps you wanted to know how to make an ice kendi sculpture? That is another day and another post.

Now, what was I talking about? Oh yes, would you like to see what I wore today? Of course you do. Why else would you be here...well, besides to learn how to make ice.






We literally waited until the last possible minute to take photos and had to end up using a flash. So if you were wondering if I greased up my legs for this photo shoot, I did not. They are just really that white and reflective of light. Jealous?

Only 5 more outfits to go. Thank goodness I didn't do 31 for 31, else my brain my have exploded.