These two dresses were in the Beyonce ad campaign that took over the U.S. and Europe for H&M. Amazingly… both of them cost under $50 combined. I recommend everyone run to their closest store and buy them! They are so comfortable and easy. Also, hot.
The black dress: H&M dress, Prabal Gurung for Target sandals, American Eagle earrings, Prada clutch.
The blue dress: H&M dress, BCBG pumps, Topshop earrings.
During my obsession with Kimora Lee Simmons, I happened upon this blue Baby Phat suit while searching for remnants of the seemingly extinct fashion line by the mogul. I fell in love with this. Not sure if I can pull it off, but I gave it a try one night. The suit is Baby Phat, the tank is Vince and the booties are from H&M. 
Things will change. Even if they are bad, even if they are good, the world is moving. I was sincerely moved today- (my birthday!) by my Uncle Bob, who has always been an encouraging presence in my life and could now continue to be that for all of BU and Boston yesterday. I went through almost 5 hours of terror, thinking, praying, and wishing that he and my Aunt Jan weren’t running, or walking down the street so close to their home where the bombs went off, or were encouragingly waiting for friends at the finish line. I sat there being mute, worrying, as I usually do. I only told a few people about my internal workings, because no one in college really gives time to worry about much than themselves. Which is fine, it’s just how it is. No one can say “ugh I am so tired,” without everyone in the room proclaiming how internally exhausted they are. I’m trying to not be the person that starts the pity party. Everyone is stressed, using an example from Mindy Kaling’s book Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? so there is no point in saying it out loud. I have been thinking so much deeper lately. It’s probably from listening to “Mirrors” by JT so many times I start to think every person is like a reflection. In any event, I have noticed that moving through your days are harder when you don’t have anything but yourself to be devoted too. I can try everything to please myself, but making other people feel good is much more self satisfying. People are joyous. I need to have faith in myself, and then faith in people to do the right thing. By saying you’re stressed, you send stress and exhaustion their way. So that when they change Facebook for the hundreth time I don’t yell out “ugh I just want to kill them,” and be more like.. “That’s cool, whatevs.” I realized I stress too hard when I thought I could have lost two of my loved ones in an instant. No communication for hours, everyone just watching the filming of bombings and me running away from any news pertaining to it. The only news I wanted was good news. I want to be good news for people, and that’s a change I’ll be making.
I tried to do that cute thing she does with her hair to make it look “messy.”
Lately I have been dealing with a lot of external changes in my life. I am growing up and at the same time trying to stay as young as possible. I don’t want to be full on Gap but I don’t want to be Baby Gap either you know..? I have tried doing the whole “by you fall clothes in spring and winter clothes in summer”, but it is really hard not only on my heart to make the adjustment but my wallet as well. I have decided to implement a new system. I may buy some things in that manner, but I won’t stress over perfecting it any longer. Instead, I am going to start Shopbop Monthly. I am going to alott myself $100-150 to spend on http://www.shopbop.com once a month, and buy quality, not quantity. I have realized that those crazy things I buy from Forever 21 are rarely worn more than once or twice, and the amount of money I spend on cheap stuff I could save and buy something I know I will always be using. Like that beautiful 3.1 Phillip Lim bag.. or those Pringle flats or J brand Jacket. If I actually succeed at this, I will post my buys on here for your scrutiny. After a few months, we’ll see if my wardrobe has significantly improved, or if it has stayed in the early 2000’s.
Sometimes I just want to rip my heart out of my chest. A lot of the time the tugging on it just seems like it’s ready to go willingly. It’s like all of my thoughts become potential lyrics for a Taylor Swift song; except more annoying, if that’s even possible. It feels stupid, but that doesn’t mean they don’t stop writing themselves. Like that scene from Harry Potter where the bitchy pink cat lady tortures Harry into writing “I will not tell lies,” into his skin. I feel that all over all day long, you just can’t see it. These words teleport from my brain back and forth from my heart. Making pit stops along the way to my lungs, my amrs, my hands, my mouth. Instead of creating a very unfortunate case of word vomit, I let my hands do the talking and write it out. There are just so many “feelings.” It’s actually more lame than it sounds. Feelings that make you feel things all day long. That feeling to cry learning about political science. It’s a common occurrence but this time “feelings” have other motives. They just don’t stop, they take you over. Why is it that when people feel for each other, there is a point where feelings change or are forced away. Why don’t I know these tricks? Why does my stomach constantly feel like it’s in the wake of buyers remorse? How come some can box them up and throw them out, and I can’t? My best friends Christine and Rachel tell me that feeling is something you can control if you learn how and practice really hard. Chelsea Handler tells me that feeling is something she only has when she is touching herself. Both are extremely unnerving to me in many ways. What I really want to know is…how to get rid of feelings without starting the process like that fat girl who “has a lot of feelings,” in Mean Girls. I actually do go here. Now where do I go from there…?
To whom it may concern,
I apologize for the scarcity that is my writing and inspiration that is needed for it. Lately, I have been doing a-lot of work for journalism and reporting really throws off and cuts off my creative brain flow. It wasn’t until I was simultaneously on Instagram and watching The Big Bang Theory. Which by the way.. coolest opener for a t.v. show in a long time, don’t ya think? Anyways, I realized how much I truly love Kaley Cuoco, and I would probably say she is one of my favorite actresses. The evidence just started piling up, her acting in 8 Simple Rules, Crimes of Fashion, and now The Big Bang Theory and those random Priceline commercials.. and the best part is her amazingly entertaining instagram. Not too braggy, almost too many pictures of dogs, with just the right amount of closet. I love her style, and the incredible way she can put her hair up in this extremely messy tiny bun and look perfectly not put together. Kind of thing everyone wishes they could do every day but just fail at. I pulled pictures from her Instagram and Amy Davidson’s, her co-star from 8 Simple Rules and adorably still her good friend or so it looks. The point of this post is really more for you to try and appreciate Kaley Cuoco as much as I do, no longer as an underrated celebrity and now as a fabulous blonde bombshell. Also, not sure who Norman Cook is, but I’d love to find out! Tell us more, Kaley-er, Norman! 
It’s a new year. Why don’t I feel new? Why don’t I feel refreshed? Why am I not on a beach in Florida? Why why why? So many things changing all around us all of the time. It’s so hard to take in sometimes, I think we just leave it out. I haven’t thought of a single resolution. Last year, I had a laminated list. This year, I don’t even have one randomly written in my notes on my iPhone. Is change really happening because I feel like I’m standing still? Hmm let’s see here. What can I scrounge up as resolutions. Whiten teeth, ummm, grow hair back out? Because it’s what’s outside that counts right? Re-learn French.. That could be a good one. But who has the time? I want to make time. I want to do what I want to do. Maybe I’ll just pack up, sell all my shoes and bags and move away. Forget the liberal arts education and just move on to becoming the next Katy Perry. When do you know when you are supposed to follow the path laden for you, and when you’re supposed to stray? I think that will be my goal this year, my resolution. Finding which direction I’m supposed to be going.
Traditionally, this is supposed to be the greatest time of year. My dad has gone crazy decorating the house and my mom has made about 200 Christmas cookies. It’s all supposed to feel good, be good. I haven’t had an urge to watch my favorite holiday movies because I just don’t feel it. I haven’t wanted to sing along to “Christmas” and watch Christmas with the Kranks over and over to the point where it drives my parents insane. Or dress my little dog up in holiday sweaters. I haven’t felt the need to blog about that one perfect gift, because I feel like gifts really aren’t the things people need. It’s like when the Plaza shut down, and Eloise’s famous hotel wasn’t as special. On Christmas Eve I used to watch her, running around and become immediately enthralled for Christmas morning. I feel like I have to replay that one song on the Aly and A.J. Acoustic Hearts of Winter album, “Not This Year.” Normally, I would be skipping over it, or too happy to care and just sing along anyways. I try reading The Secret, but even reading which would normally send me into another world just puts me into this unbearable state in mine. The death, the sickness of loved ones and myself, the misery that has come from all of these tragedies, and then that constant stray thought that the polar bears are not cold enough and could float away and become extinct. And then there’s the fact that there’s no snow, a constant reminder that our world is changing and not for the better. So how does one get into the Christmas spirit? Can it not be saved? Is there anything that could bring the magic back or are we going to have pray for a good one next year? Why is it that we’re all feeling worse than the teddy bears on the Island of Misfit Toys? I just find myself saying too much, “not this year.”
Bootsie 