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Archive for January, 2013

OOTD: Green, Pink, Manolo & not very work appropriate

Yesterday it poured rain. Poured. But it was relatively warm. This meant I couldn’t resist wearing an outfit that made me think of Spring and not having to wear a coat was nice too.

I got this dress in early Fall of last year at Anthropologie. I deeply regret not buying it in the other colors it was offered in. I like the draping. I like the color. The green is lovely and almost grass like. It’s not an obnoxious, neon green that many companies think is appropriate to sell. Neon green isn’t appropriate in my world.

green full length

The issue with the dress is that it’s figure hugging. Not in a ridiculous, hooker kind of way. But I wouldn’t normally wear this making calls. I ended up only making one call yesterday and doing more computer work before I met Amy at Seasons 52 for lunch. Lunch was enjoyable but I think I talked her head off.

Ponytail of shame due to the rain. But I love the neckline.

Ponytail of shame due to the rain. But I love the neckline.

The jean jacket I got a the J.Crew outlet in Destin a few years a go. The nude shoes are Manolo Blahnik via eBay. See a pattern here regarding designer and eBay? And the scarf is old J.Crew. It’s the perfect shade of bubble gum pink.

green w: scarf

In other not work appropriate photos outfits. Is it to much to ask to be almost 35 and want to bit swimsuit model fit? I don’t really think so. I love Gwyneth but I have this thing that if I’ve got a wannabe goal model type person she has to have dark, brown hair.

Hence, Julia who is Mohammed’s girlfriend on Real Housewives of Beverly Hills. Lord, just airbrush me like her.


OOTD: J Brand, animal print and red

First, I can’t win with this blog. Either the photos are to small or they are to big. Argh!!!!

Second, yesterday I thought my hair looked good. Clearly it was like when Giuliana or Joan on Fashion Police say that a celebrity’s dress looked amazing in real life but in a photo the person is now nominated for Worst Dressed. Ahem, see my hair below.

I was all over my outfit yesterday since I only had to drop paper work off and don’t have to make calls till tomorrow.

My jeans are replacement J Brand Lovestory jeans since my old pair bit the dust. This pair was much more reasonably priced than the original pair. I think with shipping I paid $30 via eBay. Definitely a check in the win category. However, J Brand is not a brand I recommend buying on eBay unless you really and truly know your size. That brand is all over the place. Sometimes its big, sometimes its small, sometimes I wonder if it’s just mismarked. This time I lucked out.

Sweaters is an old, cashmere, cowl-neck I got a few years ago from Intermix and the light weight coat is Elizabeth & James like in a previous post.

Shoes are super tall, lipstick red Kate Spade. Bag is my trusty Goyard.

I felt somewhat Ali MacGraw somewhat ready to hit Studio 54.

Honestly, I wish I could dress in theme every day. It would be so much more fun.

Lol and photo is via the Neiman Marcus bathroom.


Dresses I’m Loving – Spring Neutrals

I am all about neutrals and neutral patterns right when I look at the dresses out there. I don’t like a lot of the splashy, multi-colored prints I’m seeing for spring. I like the below dresses because I can add a pink or green trench when it is still a bit cool in the morning and when it warms up a colorful shoe. Personally I prefer pink or red for pop.

Outfit for Work – Kate Spade, YSL and a Princess Leia bouffant bun

Here is what I wore to work yesterday. Kate Spade dress and the trusty Karolina heels. The scarf is old J.Crew. In the past I wear the dress with several long, J.Crew outlet pearl and gold necklaces and some Kate Spade sparkles studs. I like the dress. It’s basic but has a bit of pop. I felt the crazy, cinnamon roll hair was ok because it wasn’t on top of my head like a satellite. It was in a more normal spot on my head but not wound up tight like a librarian. Then I was carrying my YSL animal print bag from Christmas. It’s been so cold and my regular coat won’t do. I was wearing my knee-length North Face coat outside. It’s just like wearing a sleeping bag and I love it.

Front red

side red

I sometimes, no, a lot of the time struggle with what to wear and what is appropriate. I think it’s because of my age and where I’m at in life. I work in a conservative environment. But essentially, I’m the “creative”. People would rather see me looking pretty but appropriate. People find these pops of color approachable. They like to see a fun bag. But nothing in their face. The YSL is a touch loud but animal print in moderation is appropriate in my opinion. It’s not like it’s a dress. Since owning that bag I’ve felt a bit like a pregnant person who complains about strangers touching their belly. Strangers come up to me and want to PET MY BAG. It’s frightening and creepy.

As I’ve said before I don’t wear pants to often and I certainly don’t wear pant suits. So unapproachable. So boring. My thoughts about work clothes and age appropriate clothes are vast. I could write a thesis about this topic. Maybe I put to much effort into the process? But I think its more about a whole package when you do what I do. I’ve found that these pops of color open the door to the knowledge and the relationship building I bring to the table. Human nature is a funny thing.

The last couple of days have been a big mountain to climb with some success at the end yesterday. Maybe it’s all just in my mind but when I feel good about the outfit I’m wearing I feel more prepared to get the job done. As a person who loves fashion and clothes it’s just always something I think about. The issue is almost, how to be memorable, but not. The clothes don’t wear you, you wear the clothes.

I don’t think I’m totally getting my point across, but I am trying to open up a bit of discussion. What makes you feel good when you go to work? What is your favorite outfit for presentations? What do you think is appropriate? And by that I mean the look, the price, the brand. And even though I’m not a parent, how do you balance your work wardrobe with your mom wardrobe if that is an issue for you. My mom was always dressed up when we were kids so there was no issue.

Twitter might have been a better forum, but I’m trying people! Deep thoughts about clothes over here. :)

Recipes – Rosemary, Roasted Cauliflower

I used to hate cauliflower. I think it was because of the color. Reminded me of a banana and I LOATHE bananas. A year or two a go I found that I liked fried cauliflower dipped in ranch. But who wouldn’t like a vegetable fried in onion ring batter and doused in ranch dressing? Then I found I liked cauliflower as a substitute for mashed potatoes. But once again I kind of missed the health point but mixing in butter and parmesan cheese. Oopsie.

But third time is the charm for the cauliflower Goldilocks. Behold, rosemary roasted cauliflower.


All it is is 1-2 heads of cauliflower cut up, drizzled with olive oil, chopped rosemary (to taste) and little bit of salt and pepper. This round had no pepper and only a little bit of salt since B made it. Put the tray on the top rack of your oven and roast at 450 for 20-25. I like the outsides a bit crispy and the insides soft. This is so, so good.

This is what I ate during the sad, sad Falcons game on Sunday. But my stomach wasn’t sad nor did get bloated or fat from fried food or dairy. I highly recommend this as a snack, side or if your are desperate to for something tasty that won’t blow your diet.

The Weekend – I can still be shocked

This weekend was a busy one. I had class on Saturday morning at 8 AM. Ran through my cleaning list yesterday morning so that I would be able to watch the Falcons game. Meh, to the Falcons. Yay, the smell of bleach and Pine Sol.

Two events happened between Friday and Saturday that I found incredibly shocking even though in the grand scheme of life they are small. The first I posted a picture of on Instagram and honestly, I feel like I have to tell the story so you won’t think that’s a normal Friday night for me anymore.

On Friday, I had been making calls and then came home because I had two chapters to read for Saturday’s class. B called and was going over a list of things with me and I mentioned I wanted to go out for A DRINK. TWO MAX. Famous last words, right? When he finally got home we went over to the local dive bar. The only reason we frequent this place is because its the only place to go near the neighborhood that is close. We met up with some other attorney friends of B’s who also made the unfortunate decision to live in this area of town.

I was sitting there going why is place so incredibly packed. There was one waitress for a large bar of people. Even the cook was running food and drinks. It was ridiculous. Turns out there was going to be a large, birthday party for three women taking place that night. One of the women works part time at the bar as a bartender to help pay for extras for her kids.

The place was getting more and more rowdy. This makes me nervous when places start to get a bit to crazy. The bar was running a karaoke night as well. So you can only imagine what this was like. At one point I looked up from my conversation to see this starting.


I thought maybe it was a drunk patron trying to be funny. But no. It was the real thing. A male stripper. I just about died. I couldn’t stop covering my eyes then looking up then covering my eyes again. Everyone at our table kept asking me why I had never seen a male stripper before. Hadn’t I ever been to bachelorette party? No, my friends and I did not have male strippers at our bachelorette parties. No, I’ve never been to the Coronet Club. No, I don’t find this attractive.

THE GUY TOOK IT ALL THE WAY DOWN. It was just like that Channing Tatum movie. Except not. He had tribal tattoos. Nasty.

There I was standing in my Elie Tahari dress and sweater surrounded by women in suburban club attire, dying. Truly, dying. I took a shower as soon as I got home.

Here’s what I learned from all this. Anything can happen in your local dive and yes, even I can still be shocked every once in awhile. My mind goes down many wrong places and this event made me wonder if the bar needed to have the food inspector called anonymously.

My next small thing involves my car. I drive a Toyota Prius. It has consistently had a left tail light issue since I’ve owned it. The light always goes out. I’ve had several discussions with the Toyota dealership about this issue. Diagnostics have been run, nothing has been found to be wrong. My favorite part of this issue through the years is being told that the replacement lights are anywhere from $75-$200 depending on who I talked too. I was also told that it wasn’t a light that could be easily changed by myself or a husband/boyfriend/fiance. I was told multiple times that a service person needed to change it. I was able to talk these people into not charging me a few times but this minor issues has always turned into a “smile big/wearing something low cut” issue.

I guess, my own personal bad habit of throwing money at the problem in the past I took these people at these people at their word. I would not do something stupid like this now. My attitude now is I will find a solution and fix it myself. Cars can be tricky though. I don’t know much about them and just didn’t think. Instead, I had kept the old, useless mindset.

I had mentioned this issue to B who said he thought I was being lied too and he would do some research. Turns out changing that tail light is similar to changing a light bulb in a lamp. The tail light also cost $4.95 at an auto parts store.

It really annoyed me that I had gotten taken in the past. I had gotten taken that bad but I had spent a lot of time and effort trying not to get taken and talk my way out of a car dealerships BS. When all I needed to do is Google. Just like I do everything else. Research and find a solution to the problem.

Lessons learned.

Happy Friday!

More Fuchsia and Diet Updates

Turns out this week really is FUCHSIA WEEK in my world. I think I’m the only participant but you know pink makes me happy.

snake dvf

I’ve posted this dress on Instagram before but here it is again. DVF wrap via eBay. Nothing better.

Personally, I love the fact that this dress is a snake print. It makes me want to only listen to Poison, Motley Crue and Guns N’ Roses when I wear it. Hair bands forever.

Next up, I’ve been much better about sticking to the anti-inflammatory diet that was prescribed for me since the holidays are over. I wasn’t particularly bad over the holidays with eating, but there were many bites of this and that taken and much champagne was drunk.

I’ll be perfectly honest, it’s super hard to stick with this lifestyle diet and not get distracted by entire food world. Plus, I rarely eat fish so day-to-day the goal is to eat vegan meals. I’m definitely not perfect. I’m still eating MorningStar Grillers which are a soy product. Soy isn’t part of the plan either. So hard since I grew up eating soy products and they are like crack for me.

As with anything, it’s just one day at a time. I feel so much better when I stick with it. No bloating, no creaky bones, less issues with insomnia. Therefore, I have to ask myself daily “will that make you feel good if you eat it or are you eating out of emotion?” Personally, if I could just douse everything in Caesar dressing with a giant bread basket w/ butter as a side I would be emotionally happy. But physically I would feel like crap again. So, no. No to the bread basket. Cue to tears and stomping of feet. This issue leads to what happens physically as you get older and all I have to say to that is Woof.

Day to Day Living – Cleaning and Coats

My life is half work and half cleaning lately. The cleaning thing isn’t exactly new to me. I grew up in a house if the CDC sent in a hazmat team they would have found nothing, zero, nada. My parents were obsessed with a clean house. And there wasn’t a housekeeper. We did it. Ugh, it was so annoying. But as an adult I had a cleaning service for many years because of my work/travel schedule. Currently, we aren’t using a housekeeper. I’m doing it.

It’s been a re-learning experience for me because all I’ve had to take care of as an adult has been cracker jack box sized condos and apartments. I feel all over place when cleaning this house. Schizophrenic, ADD, distracted, I would rather be on the internet, I still have to take phone calls from work while trying to get it done. All of this is very firstworldproblems and very white girl of me to talk about. But its been overwhelming and sometimes I’ve felt like I just can’t win. I’m a better employee than stay-at-home-person.

But as with work practice makes perfect. This house is a project when it comes to cleaning and to keep it at the standard that B expects. Because I’m not exactly good at this, here is what I’ve used to help me deal with a 6,000 sq. ft. house. I went to my favorite place, the internet. Turns out its very helpful. There are obsessive cleaners like my mother with their own websites and cleaning lists to help people like me out.

First, I consulted Martha Stewart. Her weekly and monthly lists are great.

I liked this deep cleaning list as well. It’s kind of intense, but so is B and this is what the job requires.

FlyLady’s commandments are good. But that site is a little over the top for me.

Meh, who am I? I even googled the best way to clean base boards. Might as well do it right.

A couple of other things I’ve learned.

The off brand weed killer is just as good as the super expensive RoundUp. I think the person at Home Depot was a little shocked when I was standing there saying “It’s not Prada. It’s weed killer. That price is ridiculous. What else is there?” It’s funny to me how branding and pricing and people’s stupidity happens in weed killer brands just like handbags.

Here is the $8 (on sale) off brand that has almost the same ingredients as the $75 bottle of RoundUp.

weed killer

I’ve talked before about my obsession with clean bathrooms. I might forget to dust the lampshades but I’m obsessed with clean grout.

Here are my recommendations.

shower supplies

The hard bristled brush works better than a toothbrush.

And since we can’t forget that I have a job/get dressed up most days and my love of fuchsia is immense here is a full-length of the J.Crew Bow Coat that I’m currently obsessed with. It was a Christmas present from my mom. It’s been a great addition to my fuchsia collection. I’ve received so many compliments. I really like fuchsia and statement coats over my relatively boring black & gray dresses, black opaque tights and black patent heels I live in.

bow coat

For me, trying to find a balance and doing these things well has been hard. But the lists are helping me stay focused and not forget little things. Some of this seems a little bit silly, but its part of my day to day life now. As a perfectionist in my work life I figured I might as well get good at this housekeeping project as well. No reason not too.

Now for a bit of blog housekeeping. I’m going through all of my old posts that go back to 2007 and making them public again. I was a very different person and looked very different back then. If you have any questions about the past please feel free to ask. I don’t mind. I’ve changed a lot and the past is just the past at this point. I really don’t care and have nothing to hide about it. But gah, I looked terrible.

Fuschia or Pink – Love it for Spring or really any time

Quelle horror. I like it more than emerald for spring.