28 Random Things About Me In Honor of My 28th Birthday

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I haven’t had time to write one of my usual longer form blog posts, including a recap of my 28th birthday, so I sat down to ramble-out 28 random facts about me.

Here ya go!

1. I am COMPLETELY addicted to chewing ice. It is new – it started this year. I had a friend in high school who was addicted to chewing ice and I thought she was INSANE, and our other friend had an ice machine in her kitchen and the one friend used to like, fiend out for it and not one ounce of my brain could comprehend it. It just didn’t compute. It was incomprehensible. I thought she was so weird. And this year, I became addicted to chewing it. I take big cups out every morning and night and just chew little pieces of ice. I live for it. I’m like a drug addict. I love. chewing. ice.

2. Second only to ice is my strange addiction to pretzel crisps. I go through bags a day. I wake up in the middle of the night craving them. When they are in the house, they are what I eat for breakfast.

3. I have a *REMARKABLE* talent for noticing people’s hair cuts — even T-H-E- most subtle trims ever. It is not relegated to people I know very well, like friend, boyfriend, coworkers, family etc. Any human being whom my eyes have ever seen, I will know if that person has gotten a hair cut. I NEVER miss it, and I am never wrong. Random people I’ve met only once before, or just people you wouldn’t think I’d notice if they got a haircut, like one of the security guards at work or a waiter at a restaurant — I know. I always say “did you get a haircut” and the person is ALWAYS like “uh….yeah…I did…” ?? It’s weird.

4. The other strange talent I have like this is zero-ing in on EXACTLY which drawer contains the silverware in people’s kitchens. It’s FREAKY. Like legitimately weird. I just sense it. I feel it. And it’s NOT ALWAYS like “where you’d think”, for those who are hating on this talent thinking it’s pretty obvious like it’s always next to the sink or something. It’s not. TRUST ME, the drawers / cabinets / vestibules people keep their silverware in are RANDOM AF and all over the place in kitchens, and I will walk into a new kitchen, feel it, reach for it, and be right. 100 percent of the time. Actually I’ve been wrong once. It really threw me. I’m still reeling.

5. I am not “crafty” in the traditional sense, like I can’t sew or fix things the “right way.” But I can cobble things together with nothing. I get/got that from my dad, who can fix a car with a jump rope, string a set of lights with a nail clipper, and fix a broken suitcase wheel with a piece of chalk.  It is some s-e-r-i-o-u-s Macguyver/resourceful shit.

6. I RUTHLESSLY chew my nails, bite my lips, etc. Like until they are raw and bleeding. My friends and boyfriend haaaaate it. It’s literally like………bad. I will literally drip in blood and am never without band-aids / almost always have them on my fingers. People are always horrified and I’m like, oh this bleeding appendage? That’s nothing.

7. I RUTHLESSSLY check out other women in a pseduo sexual way. Alex is so funny teasing me about it when I’m out with him in public. He says I check out girls’ bodies in a more offensive and flagrant way than his grossest male friends. I will barely realize I’m doing it, and there will be a pause and he’ll just be like “so……….I’m just wondering how it felt to rape that woman’s ass with your eyes.” And then I burst into laughter. Like I actually get into trouble with my staring. I am basically a flat out creep. All my friends make fun of me for it. I will just stare when I see a pretty woman. I appreciate beauty and the female form, sue me.

8. If left to my own devices, I will put off eating and peeing for as long as I possibly can. I love love love love food but only when it’s already part of the schedule, or an effortless passing act I can do while continuing to do what I was already doing. Like if I’m meeting someone for dinner, great. If I am walking PAST a Cinnabon stand ,and can purchase and eat a cinnabon in under one minute, great. But if I’m in the middle of cleaning, or shopping, or writing, or studying, and I have to STOP to fucking FEED myself? Bitch PLEASE.  There is nothing I find more annoying and intrusive. And same exact thing with peeing. Like I always joke how demeaning it is. Like you get cocky, in a flow doing something where you’re feeling super-human and awesome, like I’m in the middle of writing a really great piece and I’m on a high and I’m crushing it and then my stomach is like “UM UM, EXCUSE ME, UM, HEY, UM, REMEMBER ME, HEY HEY FEED ME I NEED FOOD” and then I’m reminded that I am nothing more than a machine, a vessel, that can’t fucking go longer than 3 hours without needing fuel, like a little BITCH. Like really? I have to STOP WHAT I’M DOING TO PUT A STRING CHEESE AND CARROT STICK IN MY MOUTH RIGHT NOW JUST SO I CAN CONCENTRATE AGAIN? AYFKMRN??! I HAVE BETTER THINGS TO DO!!!!!!!

…..Than like, “fix” a plate of food. I wish, if I had to, that I could just like honk a little horn and it would give my body the fuel/energy it needs to keep going and then that’s it. I hate that eating involves like, opening packages and sprinkling almonds onto things and like, decanting cereal into a bowl and pouring the milk and having to spoon small portions of it into your mouth one spoonful at a time. Literally are you kidding me. Am I a child in a high-chair. And then having the fucking dishes when it’s over. Ugh. And chopping. And like simmering and pans and tools and temperatures and time. No. Just no. That’s why I like croissants. Just buy it, eat it, walk. Boom, bye. Nothing. No opening, no sprinkling, no dishes, just food in your hand. Bagels with cream cheese are even too much effort because the creamy cream cheese can smear and get all over things. Croissants have crumbs and flake everywhere but at least they like, blow away in the wind. Cream cheese like…sticks to things. Croissant is my ultimate food. Literally done in one bite.

Likewise with the body needing to empty itself. Don’t even get me started on peeing. When you’re like having the best dinner conversation EVER and you’re vibing and the jokes are flowing and then someone has to STOP the flow to literally……get up and go to a bathroom and PEE? And then they come back to the table and it’s like…..awkward and no one knows what they had been talking about or remembers where they were and all of the smooth vibes of earlier are gone and forgotten and it’s like “heyyy so…where were we…………..should we get the check or something..?” Peeing is one of the most insulting acts we have to do as humans. I hate it. When I’m laying out SUN TANNING at a park, feeling it, feeling the sun, reading a book, on a blanket, and then 2 hours go by and I have to literally SHUT THE ENTIRE OPERATION DOWN, because I have to PEE (!!!!!). Like there are no bathrooms around, and I can’t leave my stuff lying out at a park, so I have to literally P.A.C.K. up my bag and speaker and towel and phone and book to DRIVE to a nearby CVS so I can fucking P.E.E. There is nothing more interrupting.

hahahahahahha I am laughing out loud right now — I just realized that between the addiction to chewing ice, hating to eat, and ruthless chewing of my nails that I am REALLY making myself out to be a crack addict. ……………don’t know what to say here……Alex made me add that I am currently doing all of the above. (That is, putting off dinner, chewing ice, and chewing my nails. It’s true).

9. I read magazines backwards (I think I’ve said that somewhere on this blog before??? Have I? I don’t know).

10. I know the lyrics to basically every song ever written.I think people comment on this more than any other single about me, other than my energy. That’s the thing I hear most from people is that I have a really really good energy. I like and appreciate that. Both types — the kind of energy that is like…..alive / full-of-life/ feeling-it/living-it/loving-it, and also the kind of energy that’s aura. Several strangers who aren’t even saying it because they’ve spent time with me have come up to me out of nowhere on the street to say “I can feel your energy, and it’s amazing.” I’M NOT KIDDING. MULTIPLE TIMES. Friends can attest to this. Maybe they’re mentally ill but whatever, I dig it. But it’s validated from loved ones, friends, family members, and people who have worked with me, who say the same thing, that I have an infectious energy that makes people feel good and happy and it’s clear how much I love being alive and I make things fun and lively and hype people up just from my the energy I give off. That’s 100 percent true.

11. I have an INSANE memory. I remember everything. Which I guess explains the former point, about the song lyrics.

12. BIGGEST PET PEEVES – 1.) When people are slow turners. When they are turning, whether left or right, and don’t just GET THEIR FUCKING CAR OVER, and it’s like they’re nonchalantly taking a stroll into the other lane, my entire body is overcome with a physical rage at their inability to just GET THE FUCK OVER IF THEY’RE FUCKING TURNING ANYWAYS, WHAT ARE THEY STILL DOING IN THE LANE, TURN BITCH, FUCKING TURN YOUR CAR, WHYALDJFKLASJFLSJFLKSAJFSADLKFJSDLKFJDSKLFJSALFJSLFAJSFLASJFLSJAFALJFSALKFJASLFJASFJASLFSADJFSKALJFSADLFJSDLFJSALFJSA ALKFJDSLJFALK THE MADNESS.

2.) When technological devices die and I have to plug them in. Simply finding, picking up, untangling, and plugging in a cord, to charge a phone or computer, makes me irrationally furious. We can text with someone in Japan, travel to the moon, fly jet planes to different countries, face time with people hiking in Alaska while we’re in the middle of the ocean on a boat, and yet OUR FUCKING COMPUTERS AND PHONES NEED TO BE CHARGED EVERY 3 HOURS. WHAT.

WHAT.

I just realized it’s exactly like the food/peeing. Having to re-ful/charge things, whether bodies or devices, infuriates me. Everything should always just work non-stop forever with no refueling. Just work. Always. I hate being interrupted.

13. I scream when it’s cold. E.V.E.R.Y. single time i get into a cold car, it can be 4 x a day, if it’s cold when I get in, I scream. It’s really weird and I do it unconsciously. It’s like an energy that needs to be released. I do not know how to get into a cold car and not scream. I don’t know when it started. It’s weird.

14. I am the greatest parallel park EVER. Like I am SICK. SICK. NASTY. DIRTY. RUTHLESS. at parallel parking. I will MURDER you at parallel parking.

15. I take almost 4 baths a day most days. A bath to me is hopping in for 10 minutes to get warm and then get out. Sometimes I’ll get in, get out, live life for an hour, and then get back in. This also goes hand in hand with another random fact about me which is that I am always cold, unless its 75 degrees and above. If it is seventy degrees, I’m still cold. People are like “omg this weather is beauuutifulll!!! So happy it’s 65 degrees” and I’m like “that’s fucking freezing.” 80 is basically my minimum. Miami, New Orleans, and yes D.C. in the summer, when it’s oppressive muggy heat, is like perfect to me. I love being bathed by warm air that stays in the air even at 4 in the morning. Walking outside in the middle of the night in Miami, D.C. and New Orleans and feeling that heat is one of my favorite sensations ever.

16. I hate spring. It’s a bullshit joke of a season that doesn’t own up to anything and is summed up by me as watery ,muddy, worms. It’s like watered-down tea. That’s what spring is to me. Metaphorically and literally. Like a watery cup of earl grey tea that’s been sitting out for 7 hours. Spring is a joke.

17. Every time a Drake song comes on the radio when I am driving, I think to myself “yes, Drake is my favorite rapper.” I don’t mean a new Drake song, I literally mean A-N-Y time any Drake song comes on, whether new or old, or the 4th Drake song I’ve heard that day, something about having the time and mental space of being in the car, alone, driving, where I can really sit back and listen to every word he raps, and relish in the hilarity and cleverness of his lyrics and his sexy voice, affirms that he is my favorite rapper. This is subject to change but without fail if a song of his comes on the radio in the car, I think it.

18. Something about female heroines in movies that are right, about where or who the killer is, or whatever truth, and people not believing them and making them out to be crazy, drives me CRAZY. I can’t handle beleaguered movie heroines who nobody believes and brushes off as crazy women. Rosemary’s Baby is one of my top 5 favorite movies, but/and when she’s right about everything but everyone makes her out to be “a hysterical woman” and puts her in a hospital and no one believes her, I was crawling out of my skin with anger, frustration and rage. I was SCREAMING at the screen. I hate it. I hate the era, and feel like it still kind of exits (?!?!?!?) when women were right about things, or alternatively, passionate about them, or just plain old…BEING HUMAN, like having thoughts and feelings and expressing sexuality or a range of emotions, or fear, or sadness, or anger, everyone acts like they’re crazy ass hysterical bitches who need to be in a padded cell under supervision. The Yellow Wallpaper KILLS me. Like it causes me legitimate stress.

19. I’m super independent. I enjoy doing things alone and frequently do, mostly because I don’t have time to sit around waiting for someone else to come with me. If I want to see a museum exhibit, I go. If I want to try a new coffee shop or restaurant, I go. When I studied abroad in Barcelona, I traveled to Paris, Rome, and Portugal alone – I eventually met up with and stayed with friends, but in Rome I spent every day alone. I toured the entire city by myself, including the Vatican, Coliseum and ruins. Just straight up…me myself and I, on a bus to the Vatican, wandering through the ground floor and taking in the Pieta, up and around every level, and the roof and everything, just moi. I especially love spending days in cities wandering and shopping alone, like Brooklyn and LA.

20. I love buckets, bowls, and chairs. Every time I go into GoodWood, what tempts me is the bowls, buckets, and chairs. I love chairs of every style era shape and size and color, and same with bowls and buckets. Deep and shallow, silver metallic and gold metallic, wood, metal, marble, engraved with Native American designs, standing on duck feet, wide, deep, shallow, circular, square, tall and narrow, what have you. And same with boxes. Boxes buckets bowls and chairs. Oh shit and baskets. Boxes buckets bowls baskets and chairs.

21. Salted butter is one of my favorite things on earth. Butter that isn’t salted is an embarrassment/a non-thing.

22. I am extremely passionate about customer service. When I have good customer service in ANY industry, I am genuinely filled to the brim with gratitude and appreciation. I will tip someone 400% when they do good work and are an awesome person. I do not care about math, percentage, standards, or my income. I will give my last 50 dollars to an awesome service that only cost 10 if I feel like it. I have and I do and I give zero fucks. I will always be compelled to monetarily thank someone for their talent and attitude. When I have bad customer service, I am enraged to my core, to the brink of tears sometimes.  I hate being treated poorly as a paying customer and it shakes me on a cellular level.

23. I change my mind every. single. day. (sometimes 3 times in one day) on whether or not I want to have kids.

24. I give zero fucks about tap water. I have all these bougie friends who will only drink filtered water and think it’s gross to not, and only drink from a Brita and nothing has ever phased me less. People are always apologizing for their tap water and I like, laugh. Basically if it’s a state in the United States, I will drink from the tap. I will drink from a water fountain, I will drink from anywhere that has water basically unless it’s like somewhere sketchy in Mexico. But I’m weird about other health/germ things. Like I hate door handles and buttons on elevators. But door handles are the worst. I always open them with my shirt. Almost always.

25. I sleep with a noise machine. I love white noise. Fans, air conditioners. It’s soothing and reminds me of summer.

26. I’m such a good shopper I think I would make an excellent buyer as an alternative profession.

27. I love and drink regular Coca Cola. I laugh in the face of diet drinks. A fresh ice cold coke poured over ice is one of my favorite treats.

28. If I love a new song, I will listen to it to a number of times in a row that you actually wouldn’t believe. Like 600. Like just over and over and over and over and over and over again. The most recent one I did this with was Iggy Azaela’s Fancy, which I am now sufficiently over, since I listened to it so many times over my birthday weekend, and the next one I’ve borderline ruined is Doc Hollywood & Ya Boy’s I’m at my Palm Springs Beach House.

And a 29th for fun: LA is my favorite American city and Barcelona is my favorite European city. They’re tied as my favorite cities on earth.

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On winter

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If you have been wondering where I’ve been since I last blogged like 2 months ago (really really hard to believe how fast the time goes), don’t. I’ve been nowhere except the black hell that is the winter.

Every winter, I marvel at all humans who have not yet moved to California, and judge their intelligence and understanding of the notion that they have free will (even though I am one of them). I think: why do you put up with this? Why do you LIVE like this? Do you know that you don’t HAVE to live like this? That every year, for 4 months, you don’t have to stay inside your house because getting dressed and going outside is straight up physical abuse? That you don’t have to live in a place where when you walk outside, darts of freezing cold wind literally STAB your body and whip your face and slap you around, and where leaving your home makes you shiver and ache and recoil into yourself, hoping that maybe by keeping your head down and squeezing your skin closer into your ribs, you might make it to your car without WANTING TO FUCKING DIE.

I look around, at all these people and think: do they know??? Do they have instagram? Do they UNDERSTAND that it LITERALLY DOESN’T HAVE TO BE LIKE THIS. THAT as we fight snow storms, and trudge through piles of frozen ROCKS, spraining our ankles and falling on hips and having heart attacks from shoveling all this FROZEN WATER………..that humans in California are L.I.T.E.R.A.L.L.Y. on the beach.

Like LITERALLY, SUN TANNING.

LITERALLY walking to their cars in tee shirts.

LITERALLY DOING YOGA ON SAND.

LITERALLY SKIPPING THROUGH THE AIR, KICKING THEIR HEELS UP, RUNNING NAKED DOWN STREETS.

BECAUSE THEIR PHYSICAL ENVIRONMENT ISN’T LITERALLY BEATING AND ABUSING THEM.

That THERE IS no external obstacle to walking out their own front door. That opening their door doesn’t mean DISCOMFORT, DANGER, injury, hell, and certain death.

HELL ON EARTH.

That getting to their car doesn’t entail SHOVELING MATTER. Like their car isn’t buried beneath a literal ICE-HARD, ROCK-HARD barrier of physical MATTER that they have to EMBARRASS and degrade themselves CUTTING through, with little plastic tools – JUST TO DRIVE TO FUCKING WORK – AT THE RISK OF THEIR APPENDAGES LITERALLY FALLING OFF. LIKE THEIR BLOOD LITERALLY CEASING TO FLOW TO THEIR FINGERS AND THEM FREEZING OFF AND LOSING USE OF THEIR HANDS.

AND WE ALL JUST PUT UP WITH IT.

ALL OF US LIKE IDIOTS, walk around, just waking up every day and literally  ACCEPTING the abuse. Just like. Accepting it. AS THOUGH CALIFORNIA DOESN’T EXIST.

As though there isn’t a state in the union where winter doesn’t exist.

I mean sometimes it is literally hard to believe. When I am in Washington, D.C. (WHICH DOESN’T EVEN HAVE BAD WINTERS COMPARED TO NEW YORK, NEW HAMPSHIRE, CONNECTICUT, MASSACHUSETTS, ETC.), and I have just walked to my car, and my fingers are LITERALLY ON THE VERGE OF LOSING THEIR ABILITY TO WORK, and there is a storm – some toolish fucking storm called like “Bianca” or “Timothy” and ALL anyone has talked about for days has been Bianca, and Bianca is threatening to end life as we know it (and practically does), and we all FUCKING STOCKPILE SUSTENANCE because Winter is a REAL THING that threatens to close business and halt supply of groceries and freeze pipes and and make the heat stop working and kill us all, and threaten the lives of our newborn and elderly populations, and we all live in fear like we have an abusive husband, and then Bianca hits; literally strikes; and roads are shut down and people can’t leave their homes for 4 days and homeless people die and cars slide on ice and we’re all living at the mercy and whim of LITERAL SNOW; and I’m getting into my car because at some point you still have to go to work, and scrolling through instagram because it’s the only glimmer of hope and life I have when the natural world around me has literally FROZEN, LIKE AN ICE-WORLD, LIKE ALL LIFE HAS CEASED TO EXIST, AND THE MUD, THE TREES, THE WALLS, THE AIR, ARE JUST LITERAL CHARDS OF ICE; and I scroll through instagram, and am faced with the visual proof – the UNDENIABLE REALITY – that  REAL LIVE HUMANS in California (on instagram) are LITERALLY

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NAKED ON A BEACH.

At the same VERY moment that I have just broken up sheets of knife-sharp ice, with the strength of my hands, that have frozen over my windshield 4 inches deeps, like I am Thor; freeing my car up from this hostile shell of natural matter that has cased over it, BURYING it, attempting to bury its existence, trembling as frozen air burns the edges of my ears, provoking all microscopic portions of exposed skin; as I am on the DEFENSIVE just to live my life -

At that same moment. There are humans in LA,

Having coffee in the sun.

In shorts hiking Runyon Canyon with their fucking dog.

Having god damn PICNICS ON MOROCCAN WEDDING BLANKETS.

I am faced with the reality that:

THEIR PHYSICAL WORLD HAS NOT FROZEN AND DIED. That winter doesn’t mean DEATH where they are.

Nothing has died.

THE TREES ARE STILL GREEN.

GREEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NOT DEAD.

The plants ARE FUCKING ALIVE.

THE TREES HAVE LEAVES.

THE GRASS IS GREEN .

THE AIR IS WARM.

FLOWERS ARE PURPLE AND PINK AND THERE. THEY ARE THERE. YOU CAN SEE THEM.

THAT THEIR SKIN ISN’T CRACKED, DRY, PEELING OFF, AND BLEEDING.

THEY DONT HAVE A LAYER OF FAT ON THEIR BELLIES BECAUSE WINTER HASN’T MEANT THAT THEY CAN’T LEAVE THEIR HOUSE SO ALL THEY DO IS DRINK HOT CHOCOLATE AND DONUTS.

THAT THEY’VE ACTUALLY WALKED OUT THE DOOR IN SUNDRESSES AND GOTTEN SMOOTHIES.

THAT THEIR CARS AREN’T BURIED.

THAT THEIR DOGS RUN FREELY OVER GRASS, FEELING THE BLADES BETWEEN THEIR SOFT TOES.

THAT HUMANS AND DOGS ALIKE ARE RUNNING AFTER FRISBEES.

THAT THEIR BODIES MOVE FREELY; NOT IN STIFF DEFENSE OF THEIR ORGANS AGAINST AN ATTACKER.

BECAUSE BIANCA DOESN’T EXIST IN CALIFORNIA.

THE SUN JUST NEVER STOPS SHINING EVER.

WINTER HASN’T MEANT THEIR DEATH.

THEIR ELEMENTAL WORLD ISN’T ATTEMPTING TO END THEIR LIFE.

AND it is in those moments that I am more stunned by the existence and acceptance of Winter than I might be by anything in the entirety of my life.

Like that California is not a Government lie.

And it’s not fake.

It’s a real state.

Where no one lives like CAPTIVES for 4 months out of the year.

THEY JUST LIVE. RUNNING NAKED THROUGH THE SAND. NOT DYING.

IN A PLACE WHEIR FINGERS AREN’T BLACK AND BLUE FROM ONE FUCKING MILLISECOND OF EXPOSURE TO THE AIR.

Everything is as it was.

THAT, as I shake, shiver, and shovel; they are SITTING ON PATIOS. IN SHORTS. NOT ADJUSTING THEIR LIVES TO ACCOMMODATE a physical world around them that has formed in the very opposition to the continuation of all human, animal, and plant life.

That their natural environment hasn’t become TREACHEROUS.

And yet we, in places that have winter, continue to accept winter, like it’s okay. Like it’s a totally normal fact of life to accept that our physical, natural world, will become a dark and sinister place, in opposition to everything that makes life easy to live.

WHAT. THE FUCK.

I judge all humans who accept winter.

I reject winter.

Talk to me about enjoying the cold; talk to me about there being different kinds of people in the world; talk to me about fireplaces! and sparkly magical snowflakes! And sledding! (also kill yourself). But THERE IS NOTHING THAT ANYONE ENJOYS and DESIRES about putting on 7-pound snow boots to carefully trudge through FEET of ice to watch their breath come out of their mouth in icy clouds as their cars struggle to start because it is a metaphor for the fact that even brilliant 21st century MACHINES can barely start their engines in frigid winter mornings because evolutionarily if you don’t have shelter in winter YOU DIE and that cars are not immune to the abuse. That no structure is immune. To winter. The ice, the snow, can cover, encase, erase anything, and we’re at its MERCY, in a CHOKEHOLD, just WILLINGLY GIVING INTO ITS DEMANDS.

ACTIVE PARTICIPANTS in its blackmail. Like heyyyy guys, I am going to make your life REALLY like….PHYSICALLY uncomfortable for the next 4 months; I’m going to make it, quite frankly, “un-fun” for you to do mostly everything you do – go to work, walk outside, grocery shop, walk to your car, attend a party, park outside. Because you’ll still do those things, but they will just be far LESS enjoyable when it’s 11 degrees and the wind is slapping your face.  And not only I am going to make the things that you HAVE to do un-fun (like grocery shop, walk outside, drive, park, etc.), I am also going to flat out TAKE AWAY – like literally eliminate your ability to even UN-FUNLY do a lot of the things you want & like to do – such as eating outside, taking walks, sitting in the park, reading outside, having a wedding or birthday party outside, etc. So it’s not even that you can do those things but they’ll just be less fun — You flat out just can’t do those things. Like you won’t be able to host an event outside. Like those things become non-options. Like restaurants take their patio chairs away. Like you can’t have your wedding or birthday party outside. And if you do, no one will come. And then even things like running or  biking for the most hardcore athletes – if not less fun or less of an option, they become at the very least, more dangerous. Like even if you insist on doing something, it will just factually be more dangerous. And I’ll also make travel — air travel, bus travel, train travel, car travel, way more dangerous and way more unpredictable. And also if you for some reason get lost, or your car breaks down, or you get stuck, you will literally will be at risk of dying. Like that is what I bring to the table as a season. As winter, most of things you enjoy doing become impossible, less fun, and more dangerous, and I hurt and kill. That is me. That is who I am.

And yet people CHOOSE to live in Boston.

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ARE YOU LITERALLY

fucking kidding me right now

If you don’t move to California, at some point in your life, for the rest of your life, I simply can’t believe that you have a functioning brain. Or that you want to live. Because winter is, factually speaking, the death of life. And an abusive spouse that is straight up psychotic. A thief of joy, merciless, and legitimately threatening to your life. So.

See you in California.

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Peace Out 2013!!!

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Deuces up, 2013.

I had a lot of health lows in 2013, but comprehensively I absolutely adored the year. I had SO much fun, made 2 new lifelong friends and solidified another, we solidified a few new couple friends as well, I got completely out of debt (not counting student loans), spent a lot of awesome time in NYC, went to 4 of the best music festivals E-V-E-R, and had a lot of amazing work/blog opportunities.

Here is my retrospective.

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January pretty much consisted solely of Friday night cheese & champagne dinners with Anna. We took a trip to New York where she introduced me to Tipsy Parson and we had oysters at the John Dory Oyster Bar at The Ace Hotel. She has good taste. And I love her.

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In February, our apartment was shot for and featured in Apartment Therapy!!!

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This December while in Palm Springs, a few people texted and emailed (THANK YOU!) to let me know we were on the homepage again, featured as one of the top tours of the year (And our place got 10K + pins on Pinterest!!! 10,000 + !!! )

In February I also wrote this post about our Valentine’s Day staycation in D.C. and Spike Mendelsohn’s fedoras.

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In March, I celebrated my 27th birthday in New York City with Alex (we tried ABC Kitchen for the first time), and injured my hamstring which is still an issue for me a full 10 months later. March/April began over 4 months of physical therapy, and a super super upsetting and frustrating time period. I stopped exercising ALL together when it happened, and to this day can’t do anything but Pilates without re-engaging the pain. Pilates it is I guess. I miss cardio though. I can’t do anything that involves the full weight of my body being supporting by/propelled forward by my two legs, i.e. running, elliptical, biking. I’ve tried a few times, and every time, no matter how slow I start, or gentle I am, or how much strengthening I’ve been doing to get the muscles around it strong, the pain re-starts up. So I’ve basically accepted that my hamstring is never healing. It’s hurting at this VERY moment as I type this post, and the last thing I did was attempt a 2-minute light jog in Palm Springs 2 weeks ago. Not happening.

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My sweet friends also took me out for a fun birthday day in D.C.
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And in March I also chopped my hair again, by myself, with kitchen scissors. #oops
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April I didn’t do much except cry. I was very shaken by my leg pain and lack of progress. I worked a lot and ate a lot of yummy pretty food, and contemplated life on Anna’s beautiful dreamy porch.

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But May was way better! like, amazing.

I took a road trip with my best friend and saw my love Kendrick Lamar live for the first time. IMG_2842

And I got to be part of Refinery 29′s 30 Under 30 in D.C. project, which involved a 3-day shoot with 30 of the baddest bitches in this city.

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Hi John Wall ^^^

It was such a cool, creative experience and I met a lot of awesome people + wrote their stories for the feature.

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In May I also covered the Sweetlife Festival for Refinery 29, and saw Karen O. blow my MIND.

In June……I went to Governor’s Ball.

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It was the best 3 days of my life. I have never had so much fun. The whole experience will go down in my book for all eternity as a top life experience. I will remember the moments and feelings that whole weekend gave me for the REST of my life.

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I saw GUNS N ROSES, Cut Copy, Kings of Leon, Kanye West, Grizzly Bear, Bloc Party, and Yeasayer, as close as a human could get. My brother had bought me VIP tickets as my 27th birthday present, and I get chills every time I see a photo, have a flashback, or watch a video from that weekend. It was magic. Ugh. Best weekend E.V.E.R.!!!!

Thank you Carlos!!

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I took this video of Kanye (1 of literally like 250) I took during his set, and only marginally thought about the extent to which what I was experiencing would be what everyone would talk about the next day. Because I’m rarely in-person experiencing the event that is then all over the blogs the next day. Like the people who were at Coachella when the Tupac hologram thing happened.

He went on this hilarious, EPIC rant about the radio, and though I was kind of eye-rolling just because it’s so easy to give him a hard time for his rants, it was also so cool and surreal to be in that crowd, Kanye being the very very very last performer of the very last day of this epic 3-day music festival rage-fest weekend, the sun down, perfect weather, just thousands of humans loving life, loving music, loving kanye, loving each other, and to be there as he says

‘you know with this album, we aint drop no single on the radio, we ain’t got no big NBA campaign or nothing like that, shit we ain’t even got no COVER….. ‘Cause honestly at this point, when I listen to radio, that ain’t where I wanna be no more. I could give a FUCK about sellin’ a million records, as long I put out a album for the summer that ya’ll can rock to all motha-fuckin summer.”

And everybody LOSING IT.

And then the next day, that being EVERYWHERE and quoted and I was like….oh I was THERE, AS it was happening. I watched this video 2 nights ago and literally every hair on my body was standing on end, because it’s so cool to have been part of. Also, the fact that he performed 4 new songs from Yeezus like a month before it was released! And I have the videos! Of him performing “send it up”, before the rest of the world got their hands on Yeezus weeks later. It’s SO FUN to watch all the videos I took of his set that night. Omg and when this video goes into “snitch”, which is one of my favorite verses of his ever, my hair STANDS. UP. ON END. I’m not kidding! Ugh, music festivals.

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In June I also walked the Color Me Rad marathon (couldn’t run because of my leg), and then got a severe kidney infection and ended up in the ER and severely sick for a week, out of work, incapacitated in bed on heavy duty painkillers. (health low). ^^^ Alex snapped this picture of me PASSED the fuck out with my RAD tattoo still on my arm after we got back from the ER : (

The rest of June and July were filled with concerts, drinks and bbqs with friends, a lot of pet-sitting, some trips to the zoo, lots of trips to GoodWood, LOTS of crop tops, and all the things that make summer the best season there is.

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Dan and Serbie hahahah best picture ever ^^^ this pug’s name is Tyson as you should clearly know, but he was born in Serbia and imported to the U.S. and has a Serbian passport, so Anna instantly began calling him Serbie.

July came with more trips to NYC.

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Exploring Greenpoint –

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Breaking the Soho House no-photo rule but they can’t stop a bathroom selfie!
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And a quick trip to Miami where I always find the BEST. STUFF. EVER. at Zara. The Zara at Dadeland Mall in Miami is like one of my top 5 shopping destinations in the world. Does that make me sad? Women aspire to shop on Champs-Élysées in Paris and Rodeo Drive in Beverly Hills and “Bergdorf’s” (KILL ME) and all I need is the Zara at the Dadeland Mall in Miami.

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It’s where I got the most amazing find of my 2013 besides my RICH necklace – this Jane Birkin screen printed tee for 7.99, on tripple sale and an XXL – which made it MORE perfect

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August — an amazing month. More NYC, concerts, photo shoots, and good people.

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I met Viceroy at a private NYC birthday party with my best friend Peter

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I <3 you Peter!

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H&M asked me to partner with them for the launch of their online shopping (A BIG. HUGE. DEAL. !!!!!!!!)

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I covered Trillectro for Refinery 29 and had a BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAST of a day, that capped off with A$AP Rocky joining ASAP Ferg on Stage.

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Audrey!!!!!

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At the end of August, I celebrated Labor Day in Maine with my besties – it was SO. SO. SO. SO. fun and nice to be up there, with crystal clear air after so many weekends in gritty smoggy city-land – the ocean and air ugh!

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SEPTEMBER oh mah GOD September was gooooooood. Back to the city to celebrate Cheralee’s birthday. Pretty much best weekend ever.

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And the best sequence of dancing of all time, ever. These might be my favorite pictures of the year. Just sheer unbridled joy and happiness, dancing with our friend Rameet.  If you had been there, our unchoreographed sequence was much like the Bradley Cooper / Jennifer Lawrence scene in Silver Linings Playbook/ Sandy and Danny in Grease. Best night/birthday celebration ever.

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Also this was the trip on which I found my RICH necklace at a thrift store in the East Village

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I would be such a better citizen if my hair always looked like that. The heights I would reach man.

The following weekend I covered the Virgin Mobile Free Fest for Refinery 29, and saw Chvruches and Sky Ferreira live -

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and wore this outfit which was one of my faves that I put together all year -

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In October, I was furloughed when the government shut down, which was a MAJOR. BUMMER. But Alex and I house-sat and cat-sat for Dan & Anna when they went to Spain, which made the furlough a little less painful.

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We went to District Flea almost every weekend. And I found a hat!

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November  was also a surprisingly awesome month.

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I did a blogger partnership with Maybelline for their new Color Elixir lipglosses -

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Stayed in room 666 at the Waldorf (aykmrn), Alex treated me to a massage at the Guerlain spa (IT. WAS. THE. BEST. SPA. EXPERIENCE. EVER. !!!!!!!!), and just had an illegal amount of fun.

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On our way out of the city, we stumbled upon the most incredible, massive, stunning, surreal, jawdroppingly beautiful cemetary in Brooklyn, right before a storm was about to begin. I tried researching it and still haven’t figured out which it is, but it had a view of the entire skyline and was just so expansive and gothic. The whole scene, and day, felt like I was in Wuthering Heights. I took a thousand videos that I still need to upload. It was an amazing experience.
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And of course, couldn’t head back to D.C. without a Bareburger black-and-white milkshake. They’re my favorite in the world. IMG_7405

Later in the month, I took Cheralee to see RAC at Rock and Roll Hotel – I had bought tickets 3 months earlier without knowing who I’d take. They were amazing!!! And I have videos I need to upload too. SO MANY VIDEOS TO UPLOAD.
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And, I can’t forget about our visit to Monticello, and the post I wrote about how Thomas Jefferson was a wanna-be European who wished he lived in France but was slightly stuck between a rock and a hard place since he was a president who wrote the declaration of independence -

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December = PALM SPRINGS!  The year capped off with a trip to my favorite Palm Springs (and a little time in LA).

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And we officially said goodbye to 2013 and hello to 2014 at a party at The Kahoes

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My new year’s kiss!

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PEACE OUT 2013!

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Best purchases / items I wore most often (CLOTHING):

  1. Jane Birkin tee  1. RICH NECKLACE
  2. See-through white daisy crop top
  3. Drew baseball jacket
  4. Marc by Marc Jacobs satchel
  5. Rag & Bone ripped black jeans

Jane, Rich, AND baseball jacket all together here (one of my fave pics of the YEARRRR thank you Cheralee!)

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2. – I wore the white daisy top with SO many different things, from high-waisted jeans and shorts, to sheer maxis and tuxedo pants. I adore it.

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4 – satchel

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3 & 4 – Jacket & Satchel pictured together heeeere:

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5 – The Rag & Bone ripped jeans

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Best purchases / items I wore most often (SHOES):

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My leopard loafers, glasses loafers, and black and brown perforated Jessica Simpson booties, all from Nordstrom Rack for super cheap

Best purchases (HOME):

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And our Kelly Towles art -

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Best moments:

  • All of Governor’s Ball but specifically: Guns ‘n’ Roses’ entire set, Kings of Leon playing the first chords of “Closer” as the sun set on day two, and Kanye’s entire set, but Guns ‘n’ Roses wins by FAR above and beyond every and anything else. There will never be a greater band, a greater FORCE. Chemistry. Magic. It was magic.
  • Stumbling upon that cemetery in Brooklyn with Alex, as the wind rustled through the leaves before a giant storm, and the light and sounds were perfectly SUBLIME and I’ve never felt anything like it
  • STUMBLING INTO JASON SCHWARTZMAN IN THE EAST VILLAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • Seeing Viceroy perform in front of my face
  • Peter’s couch in his cozy NYC apartment on a hot July Saturday, with the AC on, in PJs, having barely slept the night before, happily hungover, eating a bacon-egg-and-cheese-bagel sandwich with Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf iced coffee, watching The Place Beyond The Pines on his flat screen TV
  • The moment I first saw and then picked up the RICH necklace
  • Experiencing The Meatball Shop in Brooklyn for the first time, when they were BLASTING West Coast rap
  • A night in Venice at The Brig, where they were BLASTING West coast rap
  • Every second of Palm Springs
  • Chats with Anna and dinners at Chez Kahoe
  • New friendships forming
  • Summer weekends in NYC
  • Watching the last few episodes of Breaking Bad with close friends

Worst:

  • Kidney infection + Hamstring injury
  • Perioral Dermatitis
  • FURLOUGH
  • Personal stuff I can’t talk about on this blog
  • Car getting broken into twice

Favorite food discovery:

  • Bareburger milkshakes and burgers!! Thank you, Peter

Favorite new music:

  • Lorde

Became addicted to:

  • TV SHOW: Hemlock Grove
  • FOOD: kale, brussel sprouts, pretzel crisps, chewing ice, and OYSTERS!

Obsessed with:

  • TV SHOW: Workaholics

Overall themes:

  • Music, Hair, Friends, Fashion, Photo Shoots, Flea Markets, Food.

Wish I had an endless supply of money for:

  • Blow dries

Favorite Movie Of The Year:

  • Drama: Blue Jasmine
  • Feel-Good/Fun: Bling Ring
  • Runner-up: Blue Is The Warmest Color

Favorite Book That I Read:

  • A Thousand Acres by Jane Smiley

Favorite Album:

  • Lorde Pure Heroin, Kanye Yeezus, A$SAP Rocky Long Live A$AP, and Drake Nothing Was The Same. I didn’t care for Daft Punk’s album as a WHOLE, and if you can believe it I STILL haven’t listened to Vampire Weekend’s even though they’re one of my top 3 favorite bands of all time!

2013 in one word: fun 

OVER AND OUT

2013

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Winning The Day

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Coming OFF of my post about skin, which you can tell is clearly (pun not intended ;) very important to me, Clearasil happened to send me some of their new products  (perfect coincidental timing) and asked me to post about how I #wintheday. I win the day in a lot of ways, but working out/doing Pilates (when I do it) would be the #1 way for sherrrrr. I always feel better afterwards and I am completely obsessed and in love with Pilates and how amazing it is. It’s my exercise. I’m not a yoga chick, I’m not a spinning chick, I’m not a kickboxing chick, I love zumba, but.…. I am a Pilates girl. (Hiking would probably tie but it’s more of an effort to do while living in D.C.) 

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One time this Fall I was really like, amped and motivated and happy and just in the BEST mood ever and was so high off life that I was basically high-kicking in the air at a restaurant, and I was with Cheralee and Modi and we were talking about fulfillment and happiness and I was like ‘RAP MUSIC AND PILATES. THAT’S WHAT MAKES ME HAPPIEST. I WANT TO JUST TEACH PILATES CLASSES AND WORK IN THE HIP HOP INDUSTRY AND LISTEN TO TRILL TRAP MUSIC AND BE HAPPY FOREVER.’  (I think I had probably just come from a Pilates class because fashion, writing, movies, comedy, and ALL music are all chief  on my happiness list. But if  If I went to a Pilates class that PLAYED rap music I would probably just combust). So that is how I win the day. Actually If I went to a Pilates class, in LA, that played West Coast rap, and then went shopping, got a blowout, drove around in the sun, read a really good book, went to an amazing improv show, watched a Wes Anderson film, and my skin looked really good……that would probably really be winning the day.

I’ve used Clearasil products since way back in the day. Like my entire middle school and high school years was the Clearasil cream cleanser. They’re just classic. And the branding pretty much nails it because the ONE & ONLY thing that I want / that matters to me is CLEAR skin. Firm is great, moisturized is great, bright is great, but CLEAR skin is literally the only that matters. My skin hasn’t been clear since I got periorial dermatitis 6 months ago (cue me shooting myself in the head), but with my dermatologist products and these awesome new fruity smelling Daily Clear cleansers I’m really hoping that changes SOOOOON!

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If you are interested in sampling the products, they can be yours ENTIREly for free. Clearasil is offering a rebate coupon, until March 15th of this year. So if you buy any one of these products (the cleanser, scrub, and pads – (those are my favorite)), and fill out this VERY EASY rebate, it’s free. All you have to do is click here: http://www.clearasil.us/sites/default/files/Clearasil_DC_Superfruit_Try_Me_Free_Form2.pdf

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Literally zero dollars. You buy it, send the rebate form in, and they send you back your money. NET ZERO.

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Also the pink retro packaging is too cute. Like it is SO 1970′s. I feel like a member of the Brady family, in the best way ever. I get happy every time I glance over at the very 70′s packaging. Super cool on Clearasil’s part. I LITERALLY feel like when I see these products I have time travelled and am looking at a beauty product in Farrah Fawcette’s (RIP) bathroom. So cute right?? I just realized I coincidentally styled them on a book I have with Brigitte Bardot on the cover. Maybe it was subliminal.

Soooo click here if you want to take advantage of the awesome rebate! http://www.clearasil.us/promotions/offers and read more about the products here.

I hope to win many more days this year. I think I may make that my slogan of 2014. Can I do that? #wintheday Thanks Clearasil.

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Hello from Palm Springs!

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It is my opinion that Palm Springs is one of THE most beautiful places on earth.

The light, colors, and silhouettes….. absolutely B-L-O-W my mind. Every second of every minute of every day I am looking around saying “this can’t be real. Is this real? THIS IS NOT REAL.”

I’ve come to the conclusion that Palm Springs is not real.

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It is so. fucking. beautiful.

The blue sky, the sun, the palm trees, the mountains, and the architecture all combine and play off of one another in the most magical, indescribable, un-capturable way. It’s a perfect place.

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This is our second year in a row of coming out here for Christmas and it is THE *BEST*.

In the mornings, we take very-early morning walks and/or hikes. We wake up at 7, brew a fresh pot of coffee, sip it at the kitchen bar, and then head out.

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(I’m pretty in love with my Adidas leggings that I got at the Adidas Outlet for $12).

Walking and hiking in the morning is a complete high. I think about the temperatures back East and I feel legitimately euphoric, to be out in the fresh desert air, with the most insane vivid colors and sights, exercising outdoors with the whole day ahead of us.

After walking, we come back to the house and have more coffee and breakfast & down-time, like reading.

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photo (17)Palm Springs is the land of amazing rentals. Like 9 out of 10 houses are rentals to out-of-town vacationers, and they are gorgeous, spacious, TRICKED-OUTTTTTT., and so affordable. The guy who rents our place has 3 properties and travels all over and just rents his various homes out while he explores glass factories in Europe. Standard Palm Springs. You can seriously get a MANSION with an insane pool situation and gorgeous kitchen and stunning grounds because like….every single home in Palm Springs is like that, and owned by a wealthy gay couple.

Around 11:30, the sun comes flooding our chaise lounges out by the pool.

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We hang out by the pool, and have lunch out there. The property is a veritable orchard. On the grounds there is an orange tree, lemon tree, kumquat tree, pomegranate tree, and grapefruit tree.

A.Y.F.K.M.R.N.

Every morning and all throughout the day, we cut fresh squeezed lemons for our water. It is so refreshing. I have never been this hydrated.

I have an orange a day as a snack, and just walk out back and literally pick it off the tree. It feels borderline bougie to just pick a fucking orange off a tree and eat it. Like the ACT of literally plucking it from its vine and hearing the sound of the separation of the orange from the tree that you are going to then eat is so rich.

Then I’ll have some grapefruit for breakfast or later in the day. It’s a complete joke. THEY ARE JUST ON A FUCKING TREE. AND YOU PLUCK THEM OFF THE GOD DAMN TREE. This is also STANDARD in Palm Springs. Like if you live in Palm Springs and don’t have a kumquat tree on the grounds of your property you’ve done something horribly wrong.

We hang out by the pool until about 3:30, by which time the sun is almost completely behind the mountain. The light at that point is equally beautiful.

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When the sun “goes down” (it hasn’t set yet, it’s just not on the pool), we usually chill more for a few hours. Read, watch TV, talk, just hang out.

Around 6ish we either start getting ready to go out for dinner, or start cooking.

Palm Springs is kind of a foodie town. There are a LOT of amaaaaaaazing restaurants.

Saturday night, we went to Workshop, which was just so. so. good. Last night, we grilled chicken wings and made home made fries and salad with toasted almonds. Before dinner I even went for a run outside. It was my first attempt at running since I broke my hamstring last March. Palm Springs is extremely flat so I figured I’d give it a shot. Running with all the green, trees, and mountains is such a beautiful experience. I simply cannot believe I have to go back to 32 degree weather.

I ran through a park that is near our rental, where we also went for a walk this morning. Most of Palm Springs looks very typical California, but then you get little pockets that ALMOST look like an East Coast Fall.

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Town has all kinds of good restaurants and design stores. The EPITOME of retro. Also, there is a Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf, and a giant statue of Marilyn Monroe, with all kinds of fabulously retro motels & motel signage. You KIND of feel like you are literally on a movie set. Like you are in one of those movies about movie sets where everything looks super fake and is supposed to look fake but it’s just ACTUALLY what California and Palm Springs is like. It really does start to feel kind of meta.

Our rental is super close to town, so we walk in several times a day. We walked to and from our dinner at Workshop Saturday.

Today, Alex’s friend and her amazing Milanese boyfriend drove in from LA to spend the day with us. We had brunch at Cheeky’s (a very famous, fairly-safe-to-call-Hipster brunch spot in town), then came back to the pool and played R. Kelly, drank blue moons with fresh orange wedges PLUCKED FROM THE TREE, tanned all day, and then went to the Ace hotel for a photobooth stop and snack from the King’s Highway diner. The hotel is kind of suffocatingly hipster but the actual food served at the restaurant is EXTREMELY good.

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We have so many days left but I have little moments each day where my heart actually aches that I will leave this fantasy land to head back to the exotic District of Columbia. Literally…………I cannot.

So many more pictures and things to say but I just wanted to say a quick hello from one of my favorite places on earth. <3 Hope you’re having a nice holiday break!

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Perioral Dermatitis

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It has been so long since I posted and I apologize for that. Mostly it’s because my mom reads my blog and I can’t deal with her frantic calls & emails about taking down my selfies. She offered to pay me a thousand dollars to remove every selfie I’ve ever taken on my blog. THAT’S how passionately anti-selfie she is. But I can’t be bought. Seriously there should be a parental-block on WordPress blogs. PARENTS JUST DON’T UNDERSTAND. The best 3 years of my life were the 3 years in which she didn’t know I had a blog. Who ruined that for me, my cousin? Thanks Kathryn. I need to go into the witness protection program.

Needless to say, my first post back is going to be THE MOST unglamorous topic of all time, but I write about real shit on this blog — like debt, parental suffocation, our founding fathers, and acid reflux. JUST A REAL GIRL OVER HERE guys.

Today’s topic is horrible skin conditions that ruin your life.

This is serious.

So for the last SEVEN months of my life – since May of this year – I have been dealing with what I thought was terrible skin. I.e. a breakout. I.e. acne.

My whole life, I have never had skin issues, let alone persistent breakouts. My skin is dry. I have rosacea (My cheeks were always so so so so so flushed as a kid and every time I worked out). It certainly doesn’t look like a glowing super model’s in its natural make-up free state, but I’ve never had BAD skin. I’ve never had more than like 2 blemishes at a time and then they go away and things are back to normal until the next single blemish — nothing grouped, pervasive, and persistent that straight up DOESN’T heal or go away.

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But in May of this year, I got a weird like….raised bump red / pink scaly thing near the side of my mouth and it just. wouldn’t. go. away. I would do a really good job with make-up and covering it up, and was just like “well this is fucking annoying” but figured it had to fix itself at SOME point. Then in July / August, it got really bad and started to spread to the other side of my mouth and all over my chin. I thought it was hormonal, I thought it was dietary, I was UTTERLY and COMPLETELY aghast / mystified at what was going on. I couldn’t figure it out.

I have been using prescription Tretinoin (a form of retinol) for 3 years and it does WONDERS for clearing up skin, and I applied it religiously as always but NOTHING would change.

I tried apple cider vinegar.

I treated it like acne, and usually the idea of going to a dermatologist to me is a luxury because it’s “cosmetic” and god damn insurance companies never cover it – they cover dermatological visits if you have skin cancer (OBVIOUSLY), but not if you have bad skin – so I kept thinking, I just need to keep working on it and I will figure it out – it has to clear up eventually.

So, treating it like “bad skin”, I applied benzyl peroxide. I applied salycyclic acid.

I gently exfoliated.

I tried all kinds of natural remedies in an attempt to both be natural AND spend way less than I would on an out-of-pocket dermatologist visit.

I got into coconut oil (a jar of which lasts forever).

I tried making my own at-home gentle natural scrubs – using sugar crystals, baking soda, vitamin E oil from vitamin E capsules, and coconut oil.

I used my Clarisonic, sparingly so as not to aggravate it, but enough to attempt to turn over the dead skin cells and deep clean pores- since I thought I was dealing with quintessential acne/bad skin.

I mixed lemon juice and apple cider vinegar and dipped a cotton ball in the mixture and wiped it on the affected area.

I was seriously depressed and hated meeting new people because my skin looked so horrific and it didn’t feel like me.

When Cheralee and I FIRST were going to meet for coffee in July, I almost cancelled because I was so embarrassed about how bad my skin looked. I sent her a facebook message after she said she wanted to photograph me saying “you may have to fight me to the death on this, I’ve broken out and am in NO shape to be fancy photographed, trust me.” I just looked up that message — it was July 9th, and this is December 16th. Not one thing changed – and in fact it only got worse but I kept thinking this too shall pass, things will readjust, your skin will clear up, trial and error, be patient, etc. And it had STARTED in May.

Around mid-August I felt that I needed to see a Dermatologist. In my gut, I thought, “something isn’t right. I need to treat this medically / clinically, this isn’t normal.” I would look in the mirror, and there was an aspect to the breakout that REALLY seemed ‘different’ from normal breakouts – like the bumpy breakout would lead into a pink, discolored, patch of skin. It looked like an inflamed rash, it didn’t LOOK like your normal acne, and it evolved over time and grew a life of its own, but I thought it was from me constantly picking and thought it was just some weird annoying form of acne aggravated by me touching it. BTW I hate that word and am always so embarrassed saying it and admitting it but there’s no other way to say it. I pick at things and never leave them alone and so whenever I would say out loud to my friends that I thought it was time to see a Dermatologist, they would say STOP PICKING, IT’S LIKE THIS ‘CAUSE YOU PICK, LEAVE IT ALONE.

I still felt in my gut like I should see a medical professional (after 4 months), but every time someone else would say “just stop picking it will go away!”, I felt momentarily comforted, like “yeah you’re right, you’re right, I pick too much, it HAS to go away at some point” which was in line with the stress that I couldn’t afford to see a Dermatologist because I know how these things work. The visits, let alone treatment, are just never covered by insurance unless you are getting moles checked, or have a skin disease like psoriasis or contract poison ivy or something like that and I knew that if I went, it would be a minimum of $175 out of pocket and lord knows what else, and I kept telling myself it was just bad skin that I had to cover up and deal with because that’s life. ‘Use concealor, it’s cheaper than paying for a dermatologist out of pocket who is probably going to tell you you need laser treatments,’ I would say to my inner voice that was quietly objecting.

This was taken over Labor Day weekend – you can partly see the issue on the right side of my mouth (your left looking at the photo), and the difference between that and the edited version beneath it.

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Do you see???

Wellllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll this past weekend, it was SO BAD on Sunday morning that it literally looked like my face had been eaten like Poppo the homeless man in Miami whos face gotten eaten off by the dude on bath salts. I wish I was brave enough to show you pictures, but I just can’t, the pictures are literally horrifying.

Except I just changed my mind and am going to post them, because it’s just so shocking and unbelievable how bad it got, you literally won’t believe it and they are so embarrassing and ugly but I am not so vain/narcissistic to not show what it was really like and potentially help someone. This negates my selfies right? Honestly I just really don’t care, no judgement. Life happens, we’re humans.

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YEP.

YEP.

THAT WAS ME YESTERDAY.

YEAH.

I KNOW.

CAN you believe that.

#REALLIFE

I was SOBBING and Alex asked me if I had ever done any internet research on what it was. I told him, no, because there was nothing to really research and I wouldn’t even know what search terms to use and it would just yield a stressful and overwhelming amount of information. I said, there are so many skin conditions out there, and if I were to google “red bumps/skin around mouth/chin” what am I going to find — stuff about acne, or rosacea, or eczema, or it’s just going to tell me I might be allergic to something I’m using or have a dietary sensitivity or a bunch of useless crap. I ACTUALLY was trying to be a GOOD ‘patient’ by not trying some fruitless search on the internet because that’s what I usually do and then I end up thinking I have 7 types of cancer, and am allergic to oxygen, water, earth, wind and fire.

I sobbed quietly to myself and Alex went in the other room. 5 minutes later I heard him say

I KNOW WHAT YOU HAVE

He came back in with his laptop, and diagnosed me with Perioral Dermatitis.

As soon as he started showing me the google images, I was STUNNED and stopped crying. I was completely floored. He was right. It was UNQUESTIONABLY clear from the pictures that I had perioral dermatitis.

I was super upset that I couldn’t see a dermatologist THAT DAY since it was Sunday, but we spent about an hour reading about it together.

A few things that instantly made me feel better to read:

  • It’s extremely common
  • It happens in women age 20 to 40 and is thought to be related to birth control
  • It’s not serious, not dangerous (not contagious, in case you were wondering), and just all-around very common

Although comforted and calmed, I was also slightly horrified as I read about it that I’d never heard ONE word about it in life, work, pop culture, school, and/or the vague medical reading I occasionally do. Nothing.

It also made me sad to read the characteristics – like that everyone mistakes it for acne and thus compLETELY mistreats it and makes it far, far, worse.

Ingredients like salycyclic acid and benzyl peroxid and retinol – commonly used to treat acne, make perioral dermatitis 10 x worse, as do creams and lotions and oils. I felt sick to my stomach realizing that literally EVERYTHING I had tried for months, from applying aquaphor at night to soothe it, and trentinoin to attempt to turn the skin over, had been making it far worse.

Also, it was super uncomfortable and itched constantly.

I read that treatment involves several things but most importantly and effectively ANTIBIOTICS. Go figure.

The bright light in my dark tunnel of tears yesterday was realizing after reading about it, that it would DEFINITELY be covered by health insurance because it was clearly a medical issue. It’s a rash, that you can’t prevent or fix without prescription antibiotics, and that is uncomfortable and terrifying to look at it and will never go away if you don’t treat it with doctor-only medicine. I knew even before I called that insurance would cover it medically and I wouldn’t be out $300. (And yes, I am SURE that with the dedication and the right combination of elixors like grapefruit seed oil and sage extract and tea tree oil you can cure this naturally, but it would take way way longer and be way less effective – I did a TON of research on it. I am super into natural stuff, but with certain clinical issues you just can’t compete with modern, Western medicine).

Also fascinating: the fluroide in toothpaste is supposed to be a major exacerbating factor. I particularly found this to be interesting because many times over the last 7 months, I would put toothpaste around the affected skin because of the age old wive’s tale that it dries out blemish/problem areas. Like it’s not even like I read that factoid and thought “hm, weird, doesn’t apply here;” I read it and was like, well THAT makes sense because my toothpaste has had contact with the affected skin a lot since the problem started.

So I bought a fluoride-free tooth paste, and sulfate-free shampoo and conditioner since the sulfate in that stuff is also supposed to affect the skin. The dermatologist himself said nothing about fluoride or sulfates but I don’t see any reason why, while this is healing, I wouldn’t stay away from those 2 things.

So anyways, I called the derm first thing this morning (Monday) and they were able to fit me in as an emergency appointment because a severe inflamed outbreak of perioral dermatitis, by their medical codes, is an emergency. It had been horrifically painful yesterday too (and still is), though it eventually calmed down. Sure enough, my insurance covered it, and all I had to pay was a $35 co-pay for a specialist. When they took me in, the nurse asked why I was there and I said “I self-diagnosed and think I have perioral dermatitis” and without a S-E-C-O-N-D’s pause she said, “you do.” Period. And that was that. Then the doctor came in and of course confirmed and gave me 3 prescriptions.

I have to take doxycycline for 1 full month (yeast infections / severe acid reflux here we come! literally fucking kill me), and then apply two separate medicated gels – one in the morning and one at night.

What I read on the internet yesterday, and what the doctor confirmed is that you can’t cure this “forever” and that it always comes back, but for some reason I’m not stressing that part because all I care about is fixing and healing it NOW. I can manage future things and there’s no guarantee that it WILL come back again and again (look at me being a non-catastrophizer!), so all I care about is right now. It takes time (blah blah blah), but with the antibiotics and gels, and hopefully with using fluoride free toothpaste, by mid/late January my skin will look like itself again.

I have never in my life experienced anything like this, and though it is common and my overall outlook is fine, I am still in general shock that things like this continually happen to me. I am the only person I know that continually suffers from random, unwelcome afflictions that always take LONG periods of time to “heal,” and even then don’t ever “fully heal forever,” and cost money to fix. From my gastrointestinal issues that really were quite frightening for a number of years (all kinds of bleeding, tests, and procedures), to fibromyalgia, to hamstring tendinitis, to fucking PERIORAL DERMATITIS, I am just always that one person that gets the random weird thing that can’t just be CURED and that “fixing” is a long complicated ‘forever’ process of trial and error and lifestyle factors. According to the INTERNET/Dermatologist, this is “common,” and that’s nice and all, but I’VE NEVER MET OR HEARD OF A SINGLE FUCKING PERSON IN MY LIFE that has had this.

HOWEVER, I wrote this post in case you, or someone you know, EVER experiences something like this. So that it doesn’t take them 7 months to figure it out.

I am extremely happy to have gotten to the bottom of the problem, and HOPEFULLY to heal over the next month or so and get back to looking like this!

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The primary lesson I re-learned (that I re learn constantly) is to trust your gut. In my gut, I knew 4 months ago that this was beyond MY personal control. In AUGUST my gut told me, from within my own body, that this thing – whatever it was – was clearly beyond my ability to fix and that I really should see a dermatologist and that picking alone wasn’t the culprit – that it had morphed into something that was strange, and refused to respond to any kind of treatment, and multiple times I said “I need to go see someone this just isn’t right.”  But I didn’t listen to my gut, I listened to other people, which affirmed my other non-gut ‘trying-to-be-practical-about-money’ voice that had been thinking “no, no, keep holding out, you don’t need to see a fancy dermatologist, just leave it alone.” WRONG. Listen to your gut. If I had, I would have gone in August and been diagnosed with perioral dermatitis and treated. Mostly I am glad that Alex is a brilliant internet researcher and was able to help me figure this out even before the doctor.

So……if you ever experience a “breakout” around your chin that simply doesn’t go away and feels/looks/seems like something slightly different than usual acne, you may have perioral dermatitis, and listen to your gut. I’m just a normal, 27 year old girl, who likes fashion and lives a normal life, and for seemingly no reason I got this, so theoretically anyone could at any time and I would really hope it might take someone less time than 7 months to figure out and deal with. Having bad-looking, bad-feeling, uncomfortable skin on your face is upsetting. No one WANTS to look like an ogre, and your skin – particularly and ESPECIALLY your facial skin – is the single most external, outward-facing (no pun intended) part of us – other than hair. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. GOOD skin is irrelevant with bad hair. But good hair with bad skin is second worse. I don’t know if that just made sense but somehow the logic is supposed to show that hair supersedes skin because it doesn’t matter how good your skin is if your hair is bad; but I think I just changed my mind and decided that bad skin with good hair is still worse. Yep, skin is the most important. Skin, then hair. K bye.

Literally can’t believe I have this. WTF.

P.S. This is my first selfie ever. I think I’ve gotten worse Like my selfie game peaked with the first selfie ever, and then has just progressively gone to shit.

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A Q&A

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A few weeks ago Hitha tagged me in this Q&A and I pretty much need to go to rehab for how addicted I am to answering q&a’s. I love any question that makes me think. Like…what IS my all time favorite movie? I just like answering questions. And picking favorites.

So here you go.

1.  If you could have any superpower, what would it be?

MIND READING, OBVIOUSLY. I know, I know, people would probably say – you don’t REALLY want to know what’s going on in other people’s minds because a lot of it would unnecessarily hurt you and nobody really needs to know the inner thoughts of other humans but, there are always situations where I think that I would give one billion trillion dollars just to know what was going on inside a person’s head at that moment.

2.  Share your guiltiest guilty pleasure – no judgement!

Woah this is REALLY HARD. I have NO IDEA!!!! I guess terrible pop music?

3.  Who would play you in a movie adaptation of your life?

Um………….Kerri Russel? I’m obsessed with her and she has curly hair so.

4.  What’s the one dish/meal you could eat repeatedly without getting sick of it?

Cinnamon rolls.

5.  What’s your dream travel destination?

Barcelona, but for a place I’ve never been – CUBA!

6.  You’re at da club.  What’s the one song that gets your tush to the dance floor?

Montel Jordan This Is How We Do It.

Also, anything by RAC or Viceroy; Q-Tip Vivrant Thing; Miley Cyrus Party In The USA; Queen Pen Party Ain’t a Party, Justin Timberlake Summer Love.

7.  Which celebrity or public figure can you NOT STAND?  

Selena Gomez hahaaaaa. And Beyonce. Yeah that’s right. BE-YON-CE.

8.  It’s karaoke time.  What song are you wailing along to?

Maroon 5 This Love, Madonna, and as of this past week – Britney Perfume.

I’m not tagging anyone because I have no friends.

Happy Monday.

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Dolce Vita Flippa Cap Toe Lace Up Oxford Flats

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One of my favorite destinations to shop in all of the world is the Bloomingdales on Broadway in New York City.

It’s just quaint enough to actually feel manageable and dare I say – cozy.

I can’t think of a single time I’ve ever visited New York City in the last 5 years of my life and not found 10 minutes to stop in, just to browse.

It’s in the dead middle of Soho, and I love wandering around my favorite streets – Prince and Mott and Mulberry and Elizabeth – getting a latte at Balthazar, and then hitting up my familiar little Bloomies.

This past summer I went to the big giant famous historic Bloomingdales uptown for the first time in my life, and literally have never been so overwhelmed and numb. I don’t like giant stores. There’s so much stimulation that I actually am unable to process any of it. It’s just….so…..much……
Every brand in the entire world. Tables and tables and tables of denim, 10 floors, it feels miles long and wide. It’s like, what is the point. Where can anyone begin. It’s like a corn maze in the middle of Tokyo or some other horrific and overwhelming commercial experience. I felt desensitized. I walked down aisle after aisle and was like, none of this is even interesting or catching my eye because it’s JUST. SO. MUCH that everything starts to feel meaningless.

I felt the same way about Barney’s. Like it actually depressed me. The layout, set-up, size, quantity of stuff. It filled me with a deep-seated sense of emptiness. I spent approximately 10 minutes in each place before being like “get me out of here.” Maybe this is just me, or maybe you know what I’m talking about, but when you walk into a department store you either feel connected to a combination of factors that all combine to give it the “feeling” that you sense upon walking in….., or you don’t. Like you either like the place or don’t. I don’t know what those are…. size, layout, lighting, something. But I HATE almost every department store in New York City besides the teeny tiny little Bloomies on Broadway. And I don’t hate the Macy’s at Union Square even though it’s big…it just has a better feeling than the others.

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I always find at least one amazing thing at that Bloomingdales, which brings me to these darling cap-toe lace-up oxfords (or I call them tap shoes) that I am absolutely IN LOVE WITH.

Alex and I went up to New York City a few weekends ago (I have a re-cap post coming!) and though it was a super busy weekend I of course steered our ship to the Bloomies on Broadway because I couldn’t leave without at least seeing what’s there.

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They were having a shoe sale, and somehow I beelined for the cheapest shoe in the entire store.

I couldn’t. Handle. How Cute they were.

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PERFORATED. LACE-UP. SILVER. CAP. TOED. FLATS.

They were only $55.00 for the sale, and the only thing I purchased the whole weekend. I was so happy to find such a dream-find for so inexpensive.

I wore them out that night with leather pants, since wearing heels for a Saturday night out in New York City is actual suicide. Normally I feel super lame/fugly if I’m wearing flats out at night, but I didn’t even CARE that I “had” to wear flats out because the shoes add so much / are so cute.

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I wore them the next day for a chill Sunday of milkshakes, brunch, and cemetery exploring.

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I love wearing them with tights and skirts / dresses.

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You know those pieces that you get complimented on an AWKWARD amount? I have a few of those, but in one week alone have never experienced anything like this. I wore them to this outlet event and people are obsessed with these shoes. I got asked where I got them / told they were the cutest shoes ever at least 30 times. 30 times. I am NOT EXAGGERATING. 30 TIMES.

I thought they’d be a unique store-only lucky find, but after a quick search found that they are in full-stock, every size available, and same sale price ($55.00) on Bloomgingdales.com right now. It’s times like these that I wish I wasn’t too lazy to have ever signed up for any kind of affiliate shopping program because I am rewarded absolutely 0 percent if you click on or purchase anything from my blog. Nothing. Not one cent. So there’s no incentive to me if you do anything, just wanted to share the cutest pair of shoes I’ve ever owned.

They are beyond comfortable, versatile, and just absolutely adorable.

And that is all.

Shoe Love = True Love.

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Sale at Style Etoile This Saturday! – plus a visual story of everything I’ve ever purchased from Style Etoile

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I’m hosting a big sale at Style Etoile this Saturday with my bestie and fellow blogger Cheralee-lee.

And of course, the insanely gorgeous sisters who own the store that I adore. My amazingly talented brother took these photographs of them in their store -

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If you live in the DMV, Style Etoile is in Rockville. It’s out near the big shopping centers/Container Store on Rockville Pike, aka where you probably need to do some holiday shopping regardless.

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Over the last 2-3 years, some of the single best items in my closet – things that I would never get rid of or sell because they’re high quality and timeless and unique – all have come from here, and ALL always on sale. I have gotten insane pieces, like a stunning white Iro dress (^^^pictured above^^^), Iro leather shorts, Iro romper, Camilla and Marc sweater, and Wren dress, all for under $100. They literally throw the most insane sales. I’ve gotten the sickest denim, accessories, sunglasses….they sell THE. BEST. SHIT in D.C.

Anyways, they are having a MAJOR pre-Black-Friday sale, with pretty much every item in the store marked down, and I am also personally selling half the stuff in my closet.

Most importantly: If you Facebook-post, or Instagram the invite to the sale (either Instagram the sale image above tagging @style_etoile and/or me (@thehyperbalist), or post on Facebook tagging Style Etoile https://www.facebook.com/style.etoile), and/or Tweet mention the sale, you’ll be entered to win a $150 gift card that if you come to the store on Saturday can be used towards the sale merch that day. Trust me from experience that $150 goes a LONG way on seriously amazing brands includingggggg Lovers and Friends, By Zoe, Rachel Antonoff, Camilla and Marc, Siwy, Nonoo, Goldsign, Iro, Kova and T, and one thousand others.

I pulled together the photos of all of the things I’ve gotten from Style Etoile over the years. Call this my Style Etoile retrospective.

First, THESE SUNGLASSES THAT I DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE FOR! Alex surprised me with them for my 26th birthday because I’d been wanting them for monthssss but would never buy myself sunglasses because it’s just something I don’t buy. It’s so funny to me that there are like, sunglass people and watch people. And bag people. I am none of those things. I own one watch and one pair of sunglasses (below) and it’s because they were gifts. I don’t know what I am. I’m a stripe person. And shoe person, but who ISN’T. Actually I also own a pair of heart sunglasses that my editor Holly gave me, so also a gift.

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Sunglass retrospective continued, with these floral Citizen of Humanity pants that I alsoooo got at Style Etoile:

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And here, in Philly with denim shorts that I ALSO got at Style Etoile:

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And here, at the Arboretum

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And here, at the Dupont Farmer’s market in D.C.

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(And that TASSLE necklace up above ^^^ was ALSO  from Style Etoile, approx $40, also pictured heerreee) -

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AND HERE!!!!!!! —In Maine this summer, and in every picture ever from every day of every season for the last 2 years ’cause that’s how often I wear them. GOT-DAMN those sunglasses were a good purchase. {Alex}.

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AND SPEAKING OF THAT PICTURE ^^^ *ANOTHER* Style Etoile purchase — THESE NAVY AND WHITE STAR, FLARED, LACE-UP PANTS! AYKM?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? They are the greatest item I own. Period. They were $60.00.

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This Wren dress which you probs recognize from my Maybelline post and I LITERALLY got for like $50 dollars. WREN. AND IT’S AMAZING.

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And oh look, this was when it was on the mannequin at the store, before I bought it! Photographed by my brother -

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This Sachin + Babbi piece that I don’t wear often enough -

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These Goldsign wide-leg jeans -

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This MONA ASSEMI gold collar necklace that was LITERALLY $40 that I wear with E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G.

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Me and Christina herself in NYC together – (in gold necklace) IMG_0082

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In Marie Claire, no biggie
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At Governor’s Ball this year, WITH ALSO a white silk tie Wren blouse from SE that was like $29, I can’t even with their sales

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(you guys, side note, Governor’s Ball was THE best 3 days of my entire life, I get CHILLS when I see pictures)

THESE studded converse -

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These Iro leather shorts -

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These What Goes Around Comes Around vintage boyfriend shorts that were like $50 (I LITERALLY CANNOT, this is WHY)

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These studded Siwy shorts that I wore for one day of the 30 Under 30 shoot -

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This Camilla and Marc sweater – (ah my old blackberry days! too much lolz I can’t)

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Like it’s ACTUALLY not a joke how much I own from there. I have nothing to say but that Christina has an unbelievable eye and is an incredible buyer. Like I would have 50 % less amazing of a wardrobe were it not for the things they have gone out into the world and picked and purchased for their store and brought back so that humble others like myself may attain them, for like under $100. I LOVE THEM. I’ve never bought something from their store not on sale, b/c I’m too broke to be buying Iro shorts not on sale, BUT WHEN THE ITEMS GO SALE IT’S KIND OF AWKWARD, LIKE YOU THINK THEY’RE PLAYING WITH YOU – AND THEY’RE NOT. I think the single most expensive item I’ve *E-V-E-R* bought was that Camilla and Marc silk sweater-shirt-blouse for $120.

Sewwwwwww guys, come out to the store if any of the following reasons apply -

1.) you want to meet me in person

2.) you already know me but would like to hang out with me in person since clearly

3.) you want to meet Cheralee in person

4.) same as 2 but for Cheralee

5.) you like sales

6.) you like getting amazing things that no one else has, for the best prices ever

7.) you live in Rockville and have NO EXCUSE to not stop by

8.) you like champagne, girls, clothes, music, and attractive people (The Albina sisters)

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9.) you want to shop my closet because I have the best closet ever, and am selling half of it because I am buddhist

10.) you’ve never been to Style Etoile because you’ve always been too lazy to get off your ass and get yourself there, so do it now, or suit yourself and scroll up and see the amazing things I’ve acquired and wish you owned more non J. Crew non Zara non Nordstrom things.

Don’t say I never told you about this place. It’s my GOLD MINE, I’m actually embarrassed for anyone who has listened to me talk about Style Etoile and  still not gone there.

Cait and Ellie, that’s not you – you’ve both listened to me and gone there and own amazing things — respect.

Style Etoile

1701 Rockville Pike
Suite B-9
Rockville MD 20852

THIS SATURDAY, 11/23, FROM 10 TO 6

INSTAGRAM, FACEBOOK, AND TWEET ABOUT THE EVENT AND YOU CAN WIN $150 TO BUY THE BEST THINGS EVERRRRRRRRRRR!

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And meet this super chic gal and her arm parties,  hiiiii christina

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Maybelline Color Elixir

IMG_1301 Hey Ya’ll,

Well thanks so much for the love on my TJ post, it’s safe to say it’s been my most popular post ever, I think I’m going to write a book about Thomas Jefferson, jk I’ll start with my childhood.

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On a completely different note than presidents, American history, and hipsters, here are some pictures of me wearing something I almost n-e-v-e-r wear: colored lipgloss.

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Refinery 29 and Maybelline sent me their new “Color Elixir” lip product in 3 colors that I am completely obsessed with.

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Butttt it justtttt so happened that the Fuschia Flourish, which was my fave of the 3, perfectly matched the tips of my hot pink shoes. So.

I literally wear the same light pink sort-of-lipstick EVERY single day of my life including to the gym, which is funny since I go to the gym approximately once annually, so that’s not saying much, but I never venture out.

Getting sent a sample of something and having to try it because you’re getting paid to is a good motivation to do something different with your look than you do every, single, day and night; and I really really LOVED the glam look of these lip glosses. I haven’t felt so va-va-voom Jessica Rabbit glam in like ever. There’s just something about a super duper shiny eye-catching pink colored gloss for a night out with a multicolored snakeskin dress, leather J, shiny studded heels, and chandelier earrings.

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The thing I like most about them other than their ridiculously pretty colors and adorable alliterative names (Raspberry Rhapsody was my second fave) is they are the silkiest-feeling finish, not sticky at A.L.L. and stay on forever. And they look so pretty in your bag and when you take them out and apply them. I LOVE this product. I want to get them in every single color and my favorite thing is since it’s drugstore beauty they’re literally 7 dollars and 19 cents at CVS. $7.19. You’re welcome.

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They are SO. PERF. for holiday parties and gifts for friends, since again, they’re 7 dollars and 19 cents.

Which leaves money for other things, like your…

PHONE BILL ABOUT 2 G’S FLAT, NO NEED TO WORRY  - MY ACCOUNTANT HANDLES THAT

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