Retro Saturday

Oh, Suzie Q, Oh Suzie Q, I love you, Suzie Q!

Jeans: Michael Kors, Scarf: $5 from yesterday's sample sale, Purse: Vintage Dooney and Burke,

Shirt and Wedges: Ann Taylor

Close up of the text on my scarf; so sweet, right?

My trip to the garment district was a complete success. I snatched up a purse, scarf, dress, two shirts, and belt for $43 buckaroos!

The Shirt, belt, and skirts are all from the sample sales and total a pretty $11.

Other neat photos from my trip:

One of the home decor show rooms, since buyers shop at the least 6 months in advance the whole floor was done up like a winter wonder land.

Sky showroom and their 2013 crusie wear!

HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND FRIENDS!

Getting lost

“Getting lost” is a term my friends and family use for days with no clocks or obligations. Some of us enjoy being without a compass more than other but hey, this is a judgement-free zone. As for myself, I fancy bouncing from place to place with my only concern being the amount of fun I’m having. Today I was able to travel to several different destinations and braved not one but 4 different freeways 5, 57, 605, and 10, but I will assure you the champagne haircuts, pancakes, fried zucchini, drinks by the pool, silly police shows, and now delicious Italian food with my honey is worth it.

Happy THURSDAY my friends!

We are young, We run free

We stay up late, We don't sleep

Got our friends, Got the night

We'll be all right!

(The lyrics I was singing while getting dressed)

Ya for Tie-dye!

This is a close up of the necklace I'm wearing and it happens to be one of my greatest sample sale finds. If you've never been to a sample sale or trunk show you're missing out!

Sample sale perks:

Getting product that has yet to hit retail floors!

Buying clothes, jewelry, shoes, and handbags at cost!

Seeing people play tug-of-war over the most coveted items!

This Friday I'll be going to one in the garment district and will hopefully score some amazing deals.

Dressing Pretty

Mission: Avoid yoga pants, ponytails, hoodies, and my boyfriends clothes. Just like comfort food, comfort clothing always seems right in the moment.

I love fashion but don't always have time to strut my stuff the way I would like.

I've been inspired by the fashion blogs I read to stop being so lazy and start living/dressing a litte more loudly.

I think red heels is a good start.

Hello Sunday!

Hello Ocean!

Hello Buffalos!

Hello Malibu Wine Country!

Hello amazing sign!

Hello cute boyfriend who took me on the best date ever!

Today Matt and I drove up PCH and through the hills of Malibu for the perfect Sunday date. The Malibu Family Winery offers a beautiful atmosphere, live music, and an open door to outside food. You're literally able to bring picnic baskets full of treats, blankets, and board games to entertain yourself all day.

Our tiny spread... rookies, I know. Below are a group of retired regulars we made friends with. They shared their food, wine knowledge, and humor with us, not to mention completely sold me on wanting to get a membership. I hope that when I reach my golden years, I'm able to enjoy my Sundays in a similar fashion with a great group of friends like this.

I can't wait to return, want to go with me?

Balling on a budget

What appears to be a striped shirt is the "it" dress at my work currently, paired with a cardigan and super bling necklace.

One combo is a reasonable $50 and the other is a steep $200! Since I rarely pay full retail, I headed over to the Juniors department to find similar pieces at a fraction of the price. Mixing Missy and Juniors pieces saves so much money! Success? I think so!

I can't wait to Rock it this Sunday in Malibu!

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LA hoodlums

I’m completely fascinated by the show Gangland (Matt and I own the complete series on DVD) but don’t exactly want to be involved in any real life action. Yesterday I had a random little shift that forced me to brave the 10 freeway at 4pm (oh the agony) turning my normal 18 minute commute into an hour. Midway through my journey I found myself (nice Orange County girl in a beettle) sandwiched between an Asian woman in a Camry and two gangster girls in a trashed 90’s Camaro.  I knew this sandwich was going to be trouble when the Asian woman wouldn’t stop swaying in and out of my lane. I wanted to lay on my horn and yell, “Hello!!!! We are only moving 10 mph!!! What is your malfunction?” but instead I maturely slowed my speed to nearly nothing and allowed her to do her thing. The Asian woman then began doing the same dangerous dance with the gangster girls.  The less forgiving gangsters then began yelling all kinds of madness at her. I swear the Asian woman was completely obliviously to all of this and proceeded to cut them off. BIG MISTAKE! On the open freeway one of the gangster girls got out of her car and stomped out the lady’s head light. My thoughts at the current time... oh shit, don't hurt me, I promise I didn't see a thing! I quickly dropped my head in the fear of making even the slightest eye contact with the light stomper.

Lesson of the day: Stereotypes typically are correct.

I want heart candy

Valentine’s Day is the most black and white day of the year for the female population. We're either delighted and over the moon with joy or disappointed and feverishly looking for push pins.

I have no problem confessing I’m guilty of experiencing both extremes.

How about you? Have you ever acted out or participated in an activity to express your animosity?

I remember freshmen year a bunch of my friends and I wore black to school (to match the color of our souls, of course) and then hit up Round Table afterwards to eat away our 13 year old sorrows.

Dramatic, right?  

Alas, those days are over and I'm looking forward to celebrating with my stud muffin. I love celebrating all holidays and have filled our home with as much red and pink as possible.

I hope you have a good week and even better Valentine's day!

Below are my two favorite lovely dovely quotes.

"Can I keep you?"

- Casper

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)

i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

-ee cummings

You look so sophisticated

My biggest fear: vomiting. True story, I'd rather let a family of creepy crawlers march across my body than feel like Emily Rose is dancing in my throat.

On Friday night I decided to have a few, many, maybe a dozen (but who's counting) tasty Daiquiris. Not a bad way to start your weekend if you don't have an 8:00 AM flight. When the plane's engines fired up they woke up all the sleeping butterflies in my belly. I kept myself together and thought that after a quick trip to the restroom I was in the clear. As soon as Vanessa and I got on the escalator to the tram we saw a 20x20 foot Patron Advertisement and she proceeded to talk about strong shots and the time these guys offered to buy us shots and told us we looked so sophisticated.

[Quick side story]

Shots man: Hey ladies you all look so sophisticated so I thought I'd come over.
Me: Thanks.
Shots man: What do you do?
Me: I'm student, you?
Shots man: I'm in law
Me: Really? My brother just took his LSAT, where did you go to law school?
Shots man gives a me panicked look and attempts to change the subject.
Bitchy me: Are you a lawyer?
Shots man: No, not exactly.
Bitchy me: Are you a paralegal?
Shots man: No, ummm...
Bitchy me: A secretary?
Shots man: Ehh, aaahh

If you're going to be a lying liar, perfect your lie.

Back to the escalator... I'm not responding and Vanessa is still talking. She finally sees the panic in my eyes and realizes what's to come. Alas, there is no bathroom in sight. So in front of all my fellow passengers, I created a pink massacre all over the floor and myself. At this point I decided my pitiful self had nothing left to lose; I held my head high and told Vanessa "It's going to be ok, it's time to go shopping" I threw the clothes I was wearing in a trash can and wandered the strip in my PJ's.

Moral of the story: life is unpredictable and embarrassing things are bound to happen. You can do one of two things: knowingly walk yourself into these situations (stupid shots man) or quickly accept your unfortunate situation and move on.

[Last quick side not]
To all my known readers and unknown blog stalkers, this site is nothing more than a electronic journal. I've been asked a lot lately about my plans for it and I have none. I'm growing and changing so quickly that it just makes sense to me to document my feelings and experiences during this wild metamorphosis.

Goodnight.