January 2011
40 posts
Fashion 4-1-1
All of the A-list actors attended the SAG Awards last night. Unfortunately, only a few of them brought their A-game. For the most part, they looked as though they had limited prep time and funds, which simply blows my mind because these people have access to the most sought after designers in the world. Such a shame! But, I managed to sift through the unstylish herd and pick a few highs and lows...
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Thanks, Mom!
For the last couple of years, I’ve given season tickets to Broadway in Abilene to my mom for her birthday. We always have a blast, even when the show is a bomb. Tonight, we were driving to the Civic Center to see The Aluminum Show (see “bomb” above) when my mom told me about a website where you can create ensembles. Polyvore.com, I love you! Check out the first of many, many...
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Freaking Fabulous
I’ve spent countless hours designing my dream home in my mind. A theater room and an underground swimming pool are on my ”wish list” but a Carrie Bradshaw-esque master closet is a must. After all, she once wisely said, “I like my money right where I can see it: hanging in my closet.”
Fashion 4-1-1
This is a new segment that I’m going to write from time to time. I’ve always had a passion for fashion, or atleast what I thought was fashionable. Note to self, pleather pants are never a good idea…EVER! Thankfully, I’ve progressed from pleather to Prada, but if I’m going to payoff my student loan in 2011 (see “5,4,3,2,1” below), then I must show some...
5, 4, 3, 2, 1...
My countdown to the Bahamas has come to an end. Unfortunately, the weather in Nassau left something to be desired (ie: I was wrapped up in a blanket like a butterfly in a cocoon for the majority of the trip!). That being said, our swim with the dolphins was awesome. They are truly amazing animals, and Matt and I both loved it! We also got to experience the Junkanoo music/dance festival which is...
Ode on Melancholy
No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist Wolf’s-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine; Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss’d By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine; Make not your rosary of yew-berries, Nor let the beetle, nor the death-moth be Your mournful Psyche, nor the downy owl A partner in your sorrow’s mysteries; For shade to shade will come too drowsily, ...
