I'm finally coming out of hibernation mode and feel like the springtime air makes me want to eat more healthy. Some of my other motivation happens to come from the glittery, shiny beacon showing itself from my closet. Her name is Trina and she's a mini skirt that I haven't been able to wear in ages. Trina's gold and black chevron patterns sparkle and shine and make my ass look fantastic. The only problem is, Trina has a nice little 8 under her name tag and she's massively outnumbered by double digit named tagged friends. I want to show her off, her place in being on me, not in the closet!
So I bit the bullet and bought the Advocare 24 day challenge bundle. Usually I don't do we'll with massive calorie restriction diets but I need a big jump start. I have seen others be successful with it so I hoping that I can be too.
Along with my intent to be healthier, Hubs and I have tried jogging nightly. I keep getting teased by him though because I barely pick up my feet and I don't know if the jog/ hop I do around the middle school track by our house counts even as exercise. My heart and lungs seem to think so since I stuff huffing and puffing after only a minute of this little number. Yes...I'm probably the most out of shape person you've met in your life. I just have to keep remembering the words my friend JB tells me all the time, "Fit not fat! Fit not fat!" However, the fit-not-fat mentality that I repeat in my head gets muscled out by "MOTHER OF GOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?" At any rate, my legs and butt hurt like an old lady's so I hopefully am doing something right.
So here's to being fit, not fat, this summer!
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Friday, April 5, 2013
Why Can't My Outfit Be as Cute as My Video Game Character's Outfit?
True story: When the Hubs and I first started dating, he confessed to me that he loved playing video games. I said I liked playing them too, thinking that we were talking about the same type of game. Turns out "Super Mario Brothers 3" was not the type of video game he was talking about. Hubs was obsessed with "World of Warcraft" or WOW as most people call it and played in something called a guild and wore a funny headset with a microphone so he could talk to his cyber buddies.
In an effort to have him think I was truly interested in his game playing, I would go over to his place and sit there and watch him play. This was before the use of a smartphone was the in thing and you could easily check your email or check Facebook while trying to seem interested in what your significant other is doing at the same time. I could only play so many games of bejeweled on my hot pink Motorola Razr before it crapped out and died. It just so happened that the same year we started dating, my sorority had a Halo 2 tournament to benefit our Choose Children philanthropy. We stacked TV's in the living room of the sorority house and created teams. To be honest, I don't remember what the winning fraternity took home for a prize, perhaps it was just the title of "Massive Ownage."
Oh look, video games, something I should show interest in! I thought to myself since I was dating a walking, talking Gameboy. Once after everyone had gone home after the tournament, I decided to take a seat on the couch and take a crack at Halo 2 for myself. What seemed like 30 minutes turned into 5 hours and the sun was coming up, I may have even had a test in one of my classes that day too...My God, what have I just done? After telling Hubs about my all nighter of playing the MasterChief I think he may have realized he found the perfect girl for him and he needed to keep me forever. "What'd you think?" I remember him asking me? My reply was, "I liked it but I don't like that you can't customize the MasterChief's ensemble, I need more choices to make it my own." The look I got accompanied by an instant face palm led me to be sat in front of a computer and the WOW icon was double clicked to start.
"Here, you can make a character on here and start playing it." I don't think Hubs realized the Pandora's Box he opened after that. "Ooooo I could be an Elf with a pretty dress, or a cow with a jeweled nose ring! Look at this Orc! She can wear a purple loincloth!" I think I may have spent an hour trying to figure out what character I would be and what dress and shoes she was going to wear. Shockingly enough that's not much different than how I get dressed in the morning now. Once I decided what to be in the game and what to wear, fashion choices didn't stop in the virtual dressing room, no! The more quests or missions you did, the more chances to get new clothing and shoes you had....Ahhhhhh! Fashion!
If any of you have seen the "Big Bang Theory" there is an episode where Sheldon introduces a WOW like game to Penny to try out. I'm not going to say I got as bad as finding Cheetos in my hair and then eating them, but I may have not gone to class for a whole day and needed an intervention...sorry to any UW professor of mine who may be reading this right now.
Sometimes I wish I could quest more in life in order to get new items and trinkets to adorn myself with. Most people would categorize that as working but I choose to see it differently. I guess I am presented with a new quest each day that I go into work: try not to buy anything and navigate safely through all the fashion. The fantastic outfit you have on right now gives you all the strength and stamina points you need to survive this day.
For those of you who didn't realize how much of a gigantic nerd I am...you're welcome.
In an effort to have him think I was truly interested in his game playing, I would go over to his place and sit there and watch him play. This was before the use of a smartphone was the in thing and you could easily check your email or check Facebook while trying to seem interested in what your significant other is doing at the same time. I could only play so many games of bejeweled on my hot pink Motorola Razr before it crapped out and died. It just so happened that the same year we started dating, my sorority had a Halo 2 tournament to benefit our Choose Children philanthropy. We stacked TV's in the living room of the sorority house and created teams. To be honest, I don't remember what the winning fraternity took home for a prize, perhaps it was just the title of "Massive Ownage."
Oh look, video games, something I should show interest in! I thought to myself since I was dating a walking, talking Gameboy. Once after everyone had gone home after the tournament, I decided to take a seat on the couch and take a crack at Halo 2 for myself. What seemed like 30 minutes turned into 5 hours and the sun was coming up, I may have even had a test in one of my classes that day too...My God, what have I just done? After telling Hubs about my all nighter of playing the MasterChief I think he may have realized he found the perfect girl for him and he needed to keep me forever. "What'd you think?" I remember him asking me? My reply was, "I liked it but I don't like that you can't customize the MasterChief's ensemble, I need more choices to make it my own." The look I got accompanied by an instant face palm led me to be sat in front of a computer and the WOW icon was double clicked to start.
"Here, you can make a character on here and start playing it." I don't think Hubs realized the Pandora's Box he opened after that. "Ooooo I could be an Elf with a pretty dress, or a cow with a jeweled nose ring! Look at this Orc! She can wear a purple loincloth!" I think I may have spent an hour trying to figure out what character I would be and what dress and shoes she was going to wear. Shockingly enough that's not much different than how I get dressed in the morning now. Once I decided what to be in the game and what to wear, fashion choices didn't stop in the virtual dressing room, no! The more quests or missions you did, the more chances to get new clothing and shoes you had....Ahhhhhh! Fashion!
If any of you have seen the "Big Bang Theory" there is an episode where Sheldon introduces a WOW like game to Penny to try out. I'm not going to say I got as bad as finding Cheetos in my hair and then eating them, but I may have not gone to class for a whole day and needed an intervention...sorry to any UW professor of mine who may be reading this right now.
Sometimes I wish I could quest more in life in order to get new items and trinkets to adorn myself with. Most people would categorize that as working but I choose to see it differently. I guess I am presented with a new quest each day that I go into work: try not to buy anything and navigate safely through all the fashion. The fantastic outfit you have on right now gives you all the strength and stamina points you need to survive this day.
For those of you who didn't realize how much of a gigantic nerd I am...you're welcome.
Sunday, March 31, 2013
Sun Drunk
Something has me in an odd mood lately. I don't know if it's the changing of the seasons- all of a sudden the weather is warmer and people have a reason to wear cute sun dresses and shorts sans tights and hosiery. Or if all this great produce is coming into my grocery store which makes me want to actually eat healthy and not just pig out on chips and wine. This oddity, while it's not necessarily a bad thing, is something I realize comes around every time around the Spring and Easter.
I think what it boils down to is I grew up in So Cal where the weather was perpetually warm and sunny and rarely did I ever have a reason to own a pair of rain boots. I remember wanting to wear my sweaters and boots that I had bought during the summer for back to school, only to be discouraged because it was usually still 80 degrees on the first day of school. Being the stubborn bugger that I am, I chose to wear a new wool sweater and trousers on the first day of school even though the forecast called for sunshine and a high of 90. My Mom warned me but I was determined to wear my outfit which was my interpretation of something I had seen in an issue of Teen Vogue. Needless to say, I paid for my bad decision by sweating to death. I think I may have even chose to wear my gym shorts and red school shirt from PE and gave up on changing back into my sweat box for the rest of the day. I'm sure my outfit choice choice for the latter part of the day looked great with my black Mary-Janes and argyle socks. If by chance someone owns a picture of that look, do yourself a favor and burn it.
After living in Seattle for 7 and a half years (as I type that I can't believe it's true!) once the sun begins to shine in Spring, people, including me get what I like to call "Sun Drunk." If I were to put the term, Sun Drunk into the dictionary it would have this definition-
Sun-Drunk:
adjective
1. Being overcome with giddiness and happiness for no reason but for the sheer fact that the sun is out and shining. Actions that might occur from being Sun-Drunk include: smiling even when someone cuts you off on the freeway, being excited about the day-even if it's a Tuesday, and going to a store such as Home Depot or Lowe's to buy your gardening supplies for the season even if the next sunny day isn't until 3 weeks from now.
2. This emotion is usually felt by those residing in the Pacific Northwest or somewhere where one does not ever see the sun.
Today I had a dose of being Sun Drunk. The Hubs suggested we go on walks now that the weather is starting to come around...again, it's the first sunny day in a month and we're not supposed to have another sunny day for a couple more weeks. We may have been a little over-zealous and walked a total of 4 miles, my hips and legs are killing me right now.
Along with making ridiculous plans about fashion choices for the weather and figuring out new dishes to create, I start to reminisce about my friends and family. For me, I want to all of a sudden go out to brunch and enjoy their company more. Not that I don't like to in the other 7 months of the year, but the lack of sunshine and overall gloom in the sky puts me in a crappy crabby mood where all I want to do is hibernate in my bed and not be bothered until it's time to eat again. I am a pissy pants during this season and I feel bad about it. I am the first to admit that I flake out easily and make excuses...for that I am making a public apology to friends and family about it.
All the people in the above pictures are people I treasure and care about deeply. They've impacted me in many forms and I am fortunate to call them either friend or family. They've been there to tell me when I had makeup on my face that needed blending or a shoulder to cry on. So in honor of Easter and new beginnings, I am saying I'm thankful to have all of them in my life and hopefully all of them know that.
I think what it boils down to is I grew up in So Cal where the weather was perpetually warm and sunny and rarely did I ever have a reason to own a pair of rain boots. I remember wanting to wear my sweaters and boots that I had bought during the summer for back to school, only to be discouraged because it was usually still 80 degrees on the first day of school. Being the stubborn bugger that I am, I chose to wear a new wool sweater and trousers on the first day of school even though the forecast called for sunshine and a high of 90. My Mom warned me but I was determined to wear my outfit which was my interpretation of something I had seen in an issue of Teen Vogue. Needless to say, I paid for my bad decision by sweating to death. I think I may have even chose to wear my gym shorts and red school shirt from PE and gave up on changing back into my sweat box for the rest of the day. I'm sure my outfit choice choice for the latter part of the day looked great with my black Mary-Janes and argyle socks. If by chance someone owns a picture of that look, do yourself a favor and burn it.
After living in Seattle for 7 and a half years (as I type that I can't believe it's true!) once the sun begins to shine in Spring, people, including me get what I like to call "Sun Drunk." If I were to put the term, Sun Drunk into the dictionary it would have this definition-
Sun-Drunk:
adjective
1. Being overcome with giddiness and happiness for no reason but for the sheer fact that the sun is out and shining. Actions that might occur from being Sun-Drunk include: smiling even when someone cuts you off on the freeway, being excited about the day-even if it's a Tuesday, and going to a store such as Home Depot or Lowe's to buy your gardening supplies for the season even if the next sunny day isn't until 3 weeks from now.
2. This emotion is usually felt by those residing in the Pacific Northwest or somewhere where one does not ever see the sun.
Today I had a dose of being Sun Drunk. The Hubs suggested we go on walks now that the weather is starting to come around...again, it's the first sunny day in a month and we're not supposed to have another sunny day for a couple more weeks. We may have been a little over-zealous and walked a total of 4 miles, my hips and legs are killing me right now.
Along with making ridiculous plans about fashion choices for the weather and figuring out new dishes to create, I start to reminisce about my friends and family. For me, I want to all of a sudden go out to brunch and enjoy their company more. Not that I don't like to in the other 7 months of the year, but the lack of sunshine and overall gloom in the sky puts me in a crappy crabby mood where all I want to do is hibernate in my bed and not be bothered until it's time to eat again. I am a pissy pants during this season and I feel bad about it. I am the first to admit that I flake out easily and make excuses...for that I am making a public apology to friends and family about it.
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| The best of the best on my wedding day |
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| My two absolute faves from college! |
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| Love her! |
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| JB- One of my greatest friends and mentors |
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| My Mommy |
All the people in the above pictures are people I treasure and care about deeply. They've impacted me in many forms and I am fortunate to call them either friend or family. They've been there to tell me when I had makeup on my face that needed blending or a shoulder to cry on. So in honor of Easter and new beginnings, I am saying I'm thankful to have all of them in my life and hopefully all of them know that.
Happy Easter and Happy Spring to all. I hope the warmer weather has you planning what you're going to be doing with your favorite people this season too! Maybe get a little Sun Drunk as it can only be good for you.
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
What Makes Me Feel Better? Carbs
Today I wasn't feeling so hot so I decided to stay home. After sleeping for most of the day I thought I would take a stab at a French Bread recipe I found on Pinterest. I don't know what it is about bread but I love it and all its different forms.
Hubs and I will be enjoying it as garlic bread to go with spaghetti...if we can stop eating it plain.
I have pictures of my bread making journey. You'll see with the finished product I have two loaves, I took the one pre-oven brad picture when another loaf as in the oven. One of them also got bent funny in the pan so it looks like a weenie to me ;)
Post a comment if you want the recipe. It's super easy!
Hubs and I will be enjoying it as garlic bread to go with spaghetti...if we can stop eating it plain.
I have pictures of my bread making journey. You'll see with the finished product I have two loaves, I took the one pre-oven brad picture when another loaf as in the oven. One of them also got bent funny in the pan so it looks like a weenie to me ;)
Post a comment if you want the recipe. It's super easy!
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Man Repelling: I'm Not a Fan
Urban Dictionary's definition: outfitting ones self in a sartorially offensive way that will result in repelling members of the opposite sex. Such garments include but are not limited to harem pants, boyfriend jeans, overalls, shoulder pads, full length jumpsuits, jewelry that resembles violent weaponry, and clogs.
I follow @ManRepeller on Instagram. It's interesting to see what this chick can come up with when it comes to her clothing. Sometimes I think she looks cool and other times I think she looks like she put a bunch crap on herself and called it good. Whenever I look at her pictures, however, I immediately think it's weird and ugly, but then I get that there is a sort of, "Back of chick, you can't step to this" vibe that she's trying to emit. I think if I were to meet her in a dark alley, I wouldn't be able to fight her off. That is, unless I sat on top of her and pinned her down because I'm bigger than she is.
Why is this a thing right now? I don't like to or want to repel men. I do like to wear boyfriend jeans and sometimes a good palazzo/harem pant calls my name and I need to figure a way to make them look cute. I don't think this qualifies me as a Man Repeller though. Living in the Northwest you see a lot of clogs...I hate to admit that I own a pair of Dansko's but I don't wear them anymore. At the time I bought them, I insisted that they be black patent leather because "patent leather is more stylish than plain leather." I don't know how you can make a clog stylish but that's what I was ok with telling myself. Yes, at that time when I was wearing those I am willing to admit I was Man Repelling before it was a thing, what a trailblazer I am. I'm surprised I didn't get a comment about them from the Hubs since he hates all shoes that look like Crocs, Birkenstock, TOMS, and clogs.
In my realm of fashion, I ache to be able to wear a fabulous Chanel jacket or a long Oscar de la Renta gown all the time. Those "whose a pretty girl?" pieces are what make me weak at the knees and my checkbook scream, "DON'T DO IT!" If I had my way, I would still wear "Mad Men" esque clothing, a big flowy skirt with a massive slip underneath and have matching gloves and hat. I would sip my martini stylishly while lightly patting my beehive hairdo, admiring my alligator pumps. My love of things like this led me to this gem- Meet Baby Prada:
Baby Prada is my new pair of sunnies that I recently had my prescription put into. No need to be blind with the sun soon peeking out in Seattle, I plan on rocking these everyday. I might even don a big poof hairstyle to show off my inner Audrey Hepburn.
This is my answer to Man Repelling- I don't care for it and plan on doing everything in my power to be cute and feminine. SO THERE!
I follow @ManRepeller on Instagram. It's interesting to see what this chick can come up with when it comes to her clothing. Sometimes I think she looks cool and other times I think she looks like she put a bunch crap on herself and called it good. Whenever I look at her pictures, however, I immediately think it's weird and ugly, but then I get that there is a sort of, "Back of chick, you can't step to this" vibe that she's trying to emit. I think if I were to meet her in a dark alley, I wouldn't be able to fight her off. That is, unless I sat on top of her and pinned her down because I'm bigger than she is.
Why is this a thing right now? I don't like to or want to repel men. I do like to wear boyfriend jeans and sometimes a good palazzo/harem pant calls my name and I need to figure a way to make them look cute. I don't think this qualifies me as a Man Repeller though. Living in the Northwest you see a lot of clogs...I hate to admit that I own a pair of Dansko's but I don't wear them anymore. At the time I bought them, I insisted that they be black patent leather because "patent leather is more stylish than plain leather." I don't know how you can make a clog stylish but that's what I was ok with telling myself. Yes, at that time when I was wearing those I am willing to admit I was Man Repelling before it was a thing, what a trailblazer I am. I'm surprised I didn't get a comment about them from the Hubs since he hates all shoes that look like Crocs, Birkenstock, TOMS, and clogs.
In my realm of fashion, I ache to be able to wear a fabulous Chanel jacket or a long Oscar de la Renta gown all the time. Those "whose a pretty girl?" pieces are what make me weak at the knees and my checkbook scream, "DON'T DO IT!" If I had my way, I would still wear "Mad Men" esque clothing, a big flowy skirt with a massive slip underneath and have matching gloves and hat. I would sip my martini stylishly while lightly patting my beehive hairdo, admiring my alligator pumps. My love of things like this led me to this gem- Meet Baby Prada:
This is my answer to Man Repelling- I don't care for it and plan on doing everything in my power to be cute and feminine. SO THERE!
Thursday, March 21, 2013
You Want Me to Wear That?
I had an epiphany the other night: SHORTS ARE COMING! BIKINIS ARE COMING!!! DRESSES WITH NO BACKS TO THEM ARE COMING!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Am I ready for these fashions and this beach wear? HELL NO! When you're as pale as I am and perpetually always look preggo with the food baby I carry around (maybe I'll name the baby Buffalo Chicken Wing with Blue Cheese Dip?) the words, shorts, sundress, bikini, mini skirt, and tube top aren't in my style vocabulary. Throw in some veiny looking legs thanks to working years in retail and you have one awesome looking HOT MESS, i.e. ME
The Hubs and I are planning a trip to Vegas in September to celebrate our anniversary. My goal is to be able to comfortably wear a bathing suit by the pool and look cute among all the other bikini-clad, big boobed women there. So how am I going to do that?
I've become obsessed with hot yoga. It's going to be my only hope at exercise to try and get skinny, that and trying to follow my Weight Watchers program, trying being the operative word. In my very first class of hot yoga I laid on my mat the whole time and thought I was going to die. The look on my face was something reminiscent of Troll Face combined with a look of complete agony, lucky for you I have copied a picture for reference. I wondered, as I was laying there, what the heck is everyone raving about this for? This is terrible! That night, however, I got some of the best sleep I've had in months thanks to total relaxation and exhaustion, maybe this is worth another shot?
Now, I enjoy going to hot yoga and try and frequent it 4 times a week. I've tried to push myself more when it comes to the apparel I wear as well. When I first showed up I was wearing my Zella Live in Leggings and a Nike Dry Fit Tee. That was way too much clothing, now I see why some ladies and dudes are practically naked when they are in there. In an effort to push myself and be more comfortable with the skin I am in, I decided to just embrace it and wear some Nike booty shorts and a Target sports bra. Yes, it was awkward at first showing so much skin and having my food baby hang out, but then I realized that everyone probably feels the way I do about some part of their body. Good thing about hot yoga is, A. the number one rule is no judgement, whether it's with others or yourself. B. you are so frickin' hot just trying to get through it that you don't have time to be checking out other people to see what they're wearing. C. I have to take my glasses off during hot yoga anyway and am pretty much blind without them so lucky for me I don't know if anyone is checking out my cottage cheese thighs or not...winning :)
So this is going to be my challenge- I'm going to step outside my comfort zone and be just like everyone else in class and wear scantily-clad shorts and tops to yoga. Maybe by the time I have overcome my fear of showing myself off around others, I'll be ready to rock a new swimsuit when the time comes.
NOW IT'S YOUR TURN: Have you ever done a crazy workout routine or diet in an effort to get ready for a vacation or the beach? Post your comments below!
The Hubs and I are planning a trip to Vegas in September to celebrate our anniversary. My goal is to be able to comfortably wear a bathing suit by the pool and look cute among all the other bikini-clad, big boobed women there. So how am I going to do that?
I've become obsessed with hot yoga. It's going to be my only hope at exercise to try and get skinny, that and trying to follow my Weight Watchers program, trying being the operative word. In my very first class of hot yoga I laid on my mat the whole time and thought I was going to die. The look on my face was something reminiscent of Troll Face combined with a look of complete agony, lucky for you I have copied a picture for reference. I wondered, as I was laying there, what the heck is everyone raving about this for? This is terrible! That night, however, I got some of the best sleep I've had in months thanks to total relaxation and exhaustion, maybe this is worth another shot?
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| I'M GOING TO DIE! |
Now, I enjoy going to hot yoga and try and frequent it 4 times a week. I've tried to push myself more when it comes to the apparel I wear as well. When I first showed up I was wearing my Zella Live in Leggings and a Nike Dry Fit Tee. That was way too much clothing, now I see why some ladies and dudes are practically naked when they are in there. In an effort to push myself and be more comfortable with the skin I am in, I decided to just embrace it and wear some Nike booty shorts and a Target sports bra. Yes, it was awkward at first showing so much skin and having my food baby hang out, but then I realized that everyone probably feels the way I do about some part of their body. Good thing about hot yoga is, A. the number one rule is no judgement, whether it's with others or yourself. B. you are so frickin' hot just trying to get through it that you don't have time to be checking out other people to see what they're wearing. C. I have to take my glasses off during hot yoga anyway and am pretty much blind without them so lucky for me I don't know if anyone is checking out my cottage cheese thighs or not...winning :)
So this is going to be my challenge- I'm going to step outside my comfort zone and be just like everyone else in class and wear scantily-clad shorts and tops to yoga. Maybe by the time I have overcome my fear of showing myself off around others, I'll be ready to rock a new swimsuit when the time comes.
NOW IT'S YOUR TURN: Have you ever done a crazy workout routine or diet in an effort to get ready for a vacation or the beach? Post your comments below!
Friday, March 15, 2013
Fast Fashion...What's the Rush?
This week on NPR (yes, I listen to NPR...religiously I might add) they had numerous stories about the world of "Fast Fashion." In this economy, it's difficult to justify paying lots of bucks for right-this-second styles that you may only wear for one season. It's like my obsession over those elastic waist pants- I finally found some by the way, thank you H&M. Yes, they were $34.95 but the material made me sweaty after wearing them and they are probably not going to last long. Factoring in "cost-per-wear" though, should I have paid the $238 for the silk Eileen Fisher pants? It would probably be a good investment (hope the Hubs isn't reading this post).
That essentially, is the problem with fast fashion. On the one side it makes style accessible to the masses, however, the materials that stores use to manufacture these clothing items are so cheap, is it worth even paying that small amount of money for something you know is only going to make it a season? To me it depends on what it is. Great little black dress-yes! Sneaker wedge-NO!
I was having an "Alexander's No Good, Very Bad Day" moment on Tuesday when I decided to skip my Weight Watchers weigh in and pass on the hot yoga class. Only one thing was going to make me feel better...a beer and hangers full of clothes! The girlfriends and I headed to Forever 21 to see what gems we could find among all the polyester and spandex. JB spotted some Rag and Bone knock offs and bee lined it for them while I found some palazzo pants that had a jungle print on them...don't know what I was thinking with that style choice. KT nabbed an alligator tank that said "OH SNAP!" on it with big jaws ready to take a bite out of you. I asked her, "where are you going to wear that?" I had to know since I just wouldn't have picked that top for myself. KT exuberantly shrieked, "I gonna wear it while out walking the dog!"...don't know if that's what the designer had in mind when they made that shirt...
Cramming myself into the tiny dressing room with all my picks, sweaters, tees, tops, and those jungle pants, I shimmied off myself what I was wearing to see if I could find a new treat for myself. Between the 3 of us, you heard moans of, "what the heck is this?" and "oh god, this was a bad choice." I just like to grunt and whimper in agony. The tag in those pants said Large when I picked them up but I think Forever 21's version of Large and my version are 2 different things. I had to force them over my hips (I should have just hung the back up) and was determined to get those suckers on. When I came out of the dressing room to show my friends, it was all sorts of wrong. This is why I only buy jewelry from F21, to avoid moments of admitting to myself in their dressing room that I have a food baby, and its name is Pink Frosted Sugar Cookie.
This is my issue with stores like Forever 21 and H&M sometimes- the garments are so cheaply made, you can either A: Only wear them once or B: not even be able to buy them because someone didn't take the time to actually figure out what a real size large would look or fit like for a modern person. So what is the rush here? I understand that these retailers are trying to provide accessible style but why does it have to be so crappy? I wish there was a middle area somewhere.
Now, I own those elastic waist pants I had been coveting from a previous post but am now rethinking if they worth my hard earned dollars. I wore them once and feel like I shouldn't ever where them again for fear they might disintegrate while I am wearing them, talk about awkward. Should I have just caved and bought the silk Eileen Fisher ones? The world may never know.
Now It's Your Turn: I want to know: Have you ever purchased something from a Fast Fashion retailer that has actually lasted? I want to know if it's possible.
That essentially, is the problem with fast fashion. On the one side it makes style accessible to the masses, however, the materials that stores use to manufacture these clothing items are so cheap, is it worth even paying that small amount of money for something you know is only going to make it a season? To me it depends on what it is. Great little black dress-yes! Sneaker wedge-NO!
I was having an "Alexander's No Good, Very Bad Day" moment on Tuesday when I decided to skip my Weight Watchers weigh in and pass on the hot yoga class. Only one thing was going to make me feel better...a beer and hangers full of clothes! The girlfriends and I headed to Forever 21 to see what gems we could find among all the polyester and spandex. JB spotted some Rag and Bone knock offs and bee lined it for them while I found some palazzo pants that had a jungle print on them...don't know what I was thinking with that style choice. KT nabbed an alligator tank that said "OH SNAP!" on it with big jaws ready to take a bite out of you. I asked her, "where are you going to wear that?" I had to know since I just wouldn't have picked that top for myself. KT exuberantly shrieked, "I gonna wear it while out walking the dog!"...don't know if that's what the designer had in mind when they made that shirt...
Cramming myself into the tiny dressing room with all my picks, sweaters, tees, tops, and those jungle pants, I shimmied off myself what I was wearing to see if I could find a new treat for myself. Between the 3 of us, you heard moans of, "what the heck is this?" and "oh god, this was a bad choice." I just like to grunt and whimper in agony. The tag in those pants said Large when I picked them up but I think Forever 21's version of Large and my version are 2 different things. I had to force them over my hips (I should have just hung the back up) and was determined to get those suckers on. When I came out of the dressing room to show my friends, it was all sorts of wrong. This is why I only buy jewelry from F21, to avoid moments of admitting to myself in their dressing room that I have a food baby, and its name is Pink Frosted Sugar Cookie.
This is my issue with stores like Forever 21 and H&M sometimes- the garments are so cheaply made, you can either A: Only wear them once or B: not even be able to buy them because someone didn't take the time to actually figure out what a real size large would look or fit like for a modern person. So what is the rush here? I understand that these retailers are trying to provide accessible style but why does it have to be so crappy? I wish there was a middle area somewhere.
Now, I own those elastic waist pants I had been coveting from a previous post but am now rethinking if they worth my hard earned dollars. I wore them once and feel like I shouldn't ever where them again for fear they might disintegrate while I am wearing them, talk about awkward. Should I have just caved and bought the silk Eileen Fisher ones? The world may never know.
Now It's Your Turn: I want to know: Have you ever purchased something from a Fast Fashion retailer that has actually lasted? I want to know if it's possible.
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