Wednesday, August 31, 2016

What about August?


It started happening This week.
And who do you know, but our good friend Target to get it started?? 
The "Happy Fall Ya'll" and the Pumpkin Spice this and the Pumpkin spice That.
The tablecloths masquerading as #blanketscarves, and every sorority sister South of Chicago complaining about how Hot it is and "They Just Want Fall" (insert whining voice).
Let's not forget the early release of a certain hot drink, served at the epicenter of all #basicgirl gatherings.
You're ruining it , you know.
You're ruining My August.
You're ain't  making the Back to School angst any easier.
Now I know it's been sunny and hot, in many spots since April. But August to me is the most consistent of all the months in mind. Please consider, ever been to an outdoor wedding in June?
Better bring a bomber jacket. And July? Well July is the best month ever, and then comes August.
August always gets the shaft because of Back to School. No summer fun can be had at all, because well, you know.. it's Fall!??
 August gets swept under the rug of fake fall leaves that haven't even hit the ground yet, but are strewn across you mantle.
I get it.
I love Fall, with Ya'll. But in my suburban area, summer only lasts 3 months. And I consider September to be part of summer.
When I was growing up, we had that one "weird" neighbors that lit up their holiday d├ęcor the day after Thanksgiving. We made excuses that they were both teachers and they had the holiday weekend to do all their decorating. It was still Super Weird.
But now, it's the norm for you all to be reaching for Rudolph and Frosty, before the calendar even flips to November.
When I consider that most of you will have snowmen and Christmas out November 1st, I start to understand why you have to shove Fall in my way, even before Labor Day.
 
So on this last day of August, maybe its time to take one last leap in the lake.
 Perhaps this holiday weekend, consider keeping the indian corn at bay, and enjoying the start of September.

Monday, August 29, 2016

Perhaps, Potentially, & Polka Dots

Someone from a recent past shared that my reactions to things,
using certain words was becoming Quite predictable.
I would consider the word, Consistent, more complimentary. 
Allow me to explain(according to Her )
Potentially: Apparently if I was asked about something , or For something, and my answer at that time was: Potentially. The answer was almost always No.
Perhaps: Almost always Probley Not.
Maybe its my way of making someone feel like they have a chance, but more often than not, I'll give you answer on the spot( see what I did there?? Spots? Dots?)
As much as I'd like to think I'm not a mundane human being, Consistency can be quite comfortable.
What you see is what you get, and what you get is what you see?
Don't we all just need a little bit less of the B?(bullsh*t) 
Having a low range of predictability, in the world of People Management is an absolute asset.
Do you have any idea the amount of self control it takes, to on a daily basis to keep from giving someone my Jet Blue Moment? (for those of you that have been on Coffee awhile Cheers to understanding That reference!)
The fact that I could be screaming at someone in my head, and not display that In a single shred? #lifeskills my friends. I'm not sure the millennials will ever get that.
 
So I'll take it on the chin, and to my chagrin, that you think I'm predictable.
Next time you think about coming to your boss, with awful news about the sauce(or any other disasters) you'll be thankful if he see's the cup half full.
I will always help you come to a compromise.
And, next time you ask for something, you'll have your answer, before I can give you a line of Bull.
 

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

BoHo dress & what I've learned about Blogging

So it's been about 3 years, and 40,000 views later for this little Bloggity.
I though, perhaps for the betterment, or maybe just for kicks, I'd Share a few of my take aways. 
 
1. Everyone is Offended
I didn't learn this as part of penning a Blog. I knew this well enough in advance. People are either made because you're talking bout them, or they're mad because you're Not talking about them.
I have Always, Always said that, if you're offended at something I speak of, it's due in large part because I'm talking about YOU. You inherently know your guilty about what ever I speak of..
Pro Tip: Only take offense from someone you care about. No one else matters.
 
2. It must be the money
For all those Bloggers who get paid to post, I am not(or have I) going to Jump into that Pot.
If you see me photographing the face wash I use with some cheeky Proctor & Gamble product placement, you'll know I've Sold Out. No one needs to know what I use when.
And for reference, I have been contacted, to carry on about a few products. Not too many are willing to put their name next to mine, So running this little blog on my own, suits me Just fine.
 
 
3. Like it to Know It Links:
These may as well be called, " If you can't figure out how to log onto a website to buy this thing you're stupid". And bloggers that don't tell you where something is from because they're insistent on keeping That information "private?" Bye Felicia..
In the intense world of trying to be an original, being a "fashion blogger" sometimes can be anything, but.
4. The Ferocious need to have it all, First.
Every time a new collection hits a retail clothier, there is a crazy demand, in the blogging world, Who will have it 1st? Depending on the dough a blogger has spent, decides who will have it 1st. Many retailers will stroke the feathers, and egos of bloggers, by sending them freebies some, or gift certificates to keep them in the good graces. One blogger in particular, had some not-so-nice things to say about a certain brand. Next New York fashion week, she was on a private jet to enjoy some (more) freebies.
Someone recently asked me, if Louis Vuitton sent me a handbag, would I blog about it.
I took a moment, and thought about it.
He was a bit surprised the answer was, No.
This blog Has always been about What I've bought, or lessons I have been taught.
It was never about gathering followers, or making money.
It was always about #sayingallthethings and talking about what we encounter, and making light of it.
If I ever lose sight of that? 
Then you can consider me a sell out .

Sunday, August 21, 2016

Leopard Pants & an Elbow PSA

I woke up this morning in a Great mood.
It was 64 degrees, the breeze was coming through the trees and Annie and I had a great sleep.
(I am learning the restorative power of sleep)
I make the Coffee, and meander my way through e mails.
Since I've been 2 weeks and Facebook Clean(highly recommend it), I started screening the daily Instagram updates. Then,, I see it..I see it and immediate get irritated,, Like Facebook irritated.
Irritated at seeing the same thing day after day. Seeing all the #basicness.
Girl and Boy attend wedding. Girl and boy coordinate outfits. Girl and boy pose in front of picturesque setting and want to document the day.
Then..She Does IT.
She ruins the damn moment.. The Gotta Throw That Damn Elbow..See below for reference..(qualifier: This is JUST for reference)
 
 
And Yes,, for those of you familiar with this farce, it has morphed into the throwing elbow With the lean back! Pro Tip,, The throwing elbow is Intended for pics while wearing sleeveless styles.
Further Pro Tip: Honey, You Ain't on the Red Carpet(ancient origin of the Thrown Elbow)
It just makes me Bored.
Bored for Humanity. Embarrassed for Bonnie Rae, and Mary Jo, and for who ever else does this for Show. If there is Indeed, another breed or another segment of humanity watching us all from above, they must be on the floor, laughing at us.
A few years ago I even had a girl, that every time she's try on clothes for her boyfriend, she'd Have to Throw an Elbow. If she didn't? The boy wouldn't be on board for that brown sweater.
Have I personally Ever thrown an elbow?
Sure, all day long. Often to
punctuate the absurdness of it All.
 
But we're pretty blunt here on this Bloggity. 
And if I'm doing my Daddy proud and
Say what I mean, and Mean what I say, I will proclaim this All Day: 
 
Girls: You Ain't doing your abs or arms any favors.
Unless your Tracy Anderson, it's Totally not Hot.
Contorting your appendages into awkward angles, Isn't cute.
Perhaps, next time, get lost In the moment, move your body in a more meaningful manner.
Considerer this your PSA, and Stop Posing for every dag gone Picture!

Friday, August 19, 2016

Guilty Pleasure: Closet Confessional

Part of being a #lifestyleengineer is finding every single space, and making it useful,
And beautiful. As part of our #farmhouserenovation, we had this closet in the former kitchen that (somewhat) functioned as a pantry. There were no shelves in it, just some hooks for brooms and such. And a galley for the garbage cans.
Like most farmhouse closets, you can walk in and turn to your left and right and take a few steps. Imagine what I could do, in just one night!
 
For years I have been basketing my pajamas.
Underneath our bed, or in a stack overhead. I never had an organized system of separating my sleepwear. Imagine to my OCD Delight, My Ironed Pajamas Now have a place, And on Padded hangars!! I just asked P recently if he thought I'd be 60 and still be donning doggie jammies. Yup.
We knew once we moved upstairs, that the weekend would come, and which one of us would go down and make Coffee, would come up. #whitegirlproblems 
So being the sensible girl I am, I gathered al my pretty cut glass mugs, and made those shelves be sensational! P added outlets for our Mrs. Tea Maker and moved in the Keurig. 
Now we don't even have to go downstairs for the Coffee grounds!
So if you haven't turned over, or opened every door in your domicile, I challenge you to make sure every space in your home, Isn't a Bore!