Rethinking the whole barefoot and pregnant thing

Saturday I attended Seattle Fashion Week for the first time with part of the Girl Power Hour Power Team… we got all gussied up and hit the town in bright, springtime dresses. I felt like a princess, not only were we given front row VIP tickets, but Vera Wang was showing her Spring and Fall 2010 line at the show (her first time ever in Seattle!)

I’ve never been to a legit fashion show before, and I’m not much of a wedding girl. But, of the fabulousness of these dresses was just unbelievable. From the fabric, to the feathers and sashes, to the buttons down the back. Everyone of her dresses took my breath away. I am now fully on the Vera Wang bandwagon and rethinking the whole “I don’t know that I want a wedding/I’ll just do it barefoot and pregnant on a beach.”

Sound the alarms!

Currently Feeling: Wide awake after an 8-9 p.m. workout and downing a Diet Coke. Awesome. I really aught to work on this staying up too late on a Sunday night thing.
Currently Anticipating: The start to another super busy May week – I hope the weather holds out!
Currently Wanting to “Feel This Week:” Good at my job.

A nice smile just might do it

This weekend I finally got around to watching “Up In the Air.” Super great movie. I like the kind of movies that make you think…about life and love. The pursuit of happiness or lack there of. One scene in the movie was absolutely brilliant, a dialogue touching on the “American Girl’s Dream” – a husband, house, two point five kids and a car – a dream that I once entertained too, then realized there’s about 20 more years of livin’ I need to do.

In the scene, 23-year-old Natalie, is talking to Ryan (George Clooney) and Alex (Vera Farmiga), both of whom are 34+, single and married to their jobs, right after her boyfriend and hoped-for future husband broke up with her.

Natalie: I thought I’d be engaged by now (no offense).
Alex and Ryan: No. None taken.
Natalie: When I was 16, I thought by 23 I’d be married, maybe have a kid, corner office by day, entertaining at night. I was supposed to be driving a Grand Cherokee by now.
Alex: Life can underwhelm you that way.
Natalie: Um, where did you think you’d be, by um… (nods at her, not knowing her age)
Alex: Well, uh…it doesn’t work that way.
Ryan: No…at a certain point, you stop with the deadlines.
Alex: They can be a little counterproductive.
Natalie: I don’t want to say anything that’s anti feminist. I really appreciate that your generation did for me.
Alex: It was our pleasure.
Natalie: But sometimes it feels like no matter how much success I have, it’s not gonna matter until I find the right guy.
Alex: You really thought this guy was the one?
Natalie: I coulda made it work. He really fit the bill, yah know.
Ryan: The bill?
Natalie: White collar. College grad. Loves dogs, likes funny movies. Six foot one. Brown hair. Kind eyes. Works in finance, but is outdoorsy, ya know, on the weekends. I always imagined he’d had a single-syllable name. Like um, Matt or John or Dave. In a perfect world he drives a Four Runner and the only thing he loves more than me is his Golden Lab.

And a nice smile.

How about you?
Alex: Let me think, uh… by the time you’re 34, all the physical requirements just go out the window. Well, you secretly pray that he’ll be taller than you.

Um, not an asshole would be nice. Just someone who enjoys my company and comes from a good family. You don’t think about that when you’re younger. Oh and someone who wants kids…likes kids. Healthy enough to play with his kids. Oh and, please, let him earn more money than I do. You might not understand that now. But believe me, you will one day. Otherwise that’s a recipe for disaster.

And hopefully some hair on his head. But I mean, even that’s not a deal breaker these days.

And a nice smile. Yeah… a nice smile. A nice smile just might do it.

I loved everything about this scene… how Ryan says, “At some point you just stop with the deadlines.” How Natalie rattles off her “bill” of what a perfect guy would be (because how ridiculous are long lists of all the insignificant qualities your “future partner” should have). How both women mention that really, at the end of the day, they’re both just looking for a smile.

I could have been Natalie at one point. Probably was, although it’s weird for me to think back on that Jeanna.

I had a friend once who told me that every single one of his girlfriends have wanted to marry him. I don’t know what it is… but I think us girls are trained to look at every guy, or love, or relationship or boyfriend, as the future father of children. That in college, I didn’t really know what to do, or how to think of myself as single too far past graduation. You grow up hearing stories of all the people who married their college sweetheart. So you think that’s just going to be you some day, naturally. And if it’s not him, then it’ll be the next serious relationship. Or the next.

That used to be me. Until I figured out that was neither attractive, productive nor realistic.

And while I’m not all the way an Alex, it’s closer to reality for me. I don’t want to live my life by deadlines. I don’t want to feel like I need to accomplish anything by a certain age or time, and if I don’t, I’ll be lonely, or left out, or missing something. Now that’s counterproductive.

At the end of the day, I just want to find someone – or something - that makes me smile.

Currently Feeling: Excited for my mom and dad’s new family business plan that we came up with over wine tasting today… add a little wine into anything to make dreams big and beautiful.
Currently Anticipating: A full week of exercise… bootcamp, kickball and a belly class. Time to get serious – I have a cabin weekend in Lake Chelan to plan for because I’m not taking off my bathing suit for four days.
Currently Loving: The sisterly time I had this weekend – happy hour, a sleepover with pizza, breakfast, shopping – having a sister is seriously the best.

I’s be an online shopping Queen

“I wish I had style”

That’s what my best friend said when I showed her my totally awesome new wall decal for the living room (I previously had a terrible, cheap IKEA frame with generic IKEA flower postcard images in it that I was just dying to upgrade).

What I say to that – Woman! This doesn’t take style. This just take entering your card number in on the worldwide Interwebs. I online shop like a Queen.

That being said, I’m obsessed with these wall decals you can find all over Etsy. (24,000 of them, to be exact). Some of them are just.magnificent. And expensive. I posted last July about how I purchased a Keep Calm and Carry On wall decal for my bedroom, which I love waking up to every morning. I think it’s a perfect way to start my day. In fact, I’m a bit in love with the phrase, which is also my iPhone screensaver.

Anywhoosit. I bought one for my living room too, which I think looks quite nice, don’t you? But better than a crappy IKEA frame.

Currently Feeling: Blech after two weeks off Sassy Fit. I’m ready to bring on the May bootcamp!
Currently Anticipating: Memorial Day weekend in Lake Chelan at a house with 12 friends! Awesome. Bathing suit season and summer is upon us!
Currently Loving: That we all rallied to switch out the unhealthy food with healthy food at work – gone are Doritos, cookies and Frosted Flakes. Hello organic cookies, almonds, fruit and yogurt. Much better for my figure.

Because the tea steamed in front of me

A couple months ago I started reading a blog called Hello Vodka, It’s Me… Kassy. The title immediately grabbed me – vodka is by far my only liquor of choice for a night out. Tequila = puke my brains out. Too many memories from trips to Mexico. Rum = yuck, yuck, double yuck. And, I’m not even going to mention how I feel about whiskey. Anyhoo, this post is about poetry, not alcohol, I swear. Kassy is a super cute blogger with an obsession for shoes, fashion, food… I like her stuff. But the coolest thing is that she’s a POET. (A Master’s I believe). You don’t meet too many poets, let alone cute female poets. In her recent post, she referenced a poem she wrote that was published, and I loved it so much; I wanted to share it here with you. (Not to mention, I’m buying those boots immediately. Um, a hidden heel?! Yes please!) Check her out!

Because the tea steamed in front of me

by Kassy Scrivner

A woman talking to her ex-lover on the phone
To a voice she has loved, has hated, has feared.
She has worshiped every modulation, its tone. The silence.
She studies, out the window, the thin shapes
of trees. The kind that grow everywhere in the desert, that
withstand the haboob. The desert monsoon’s arched chambers
of deep blue, tiny earthen walls, something bedded in the skies.
A wish descending, air, funnel or cloud,
lovers or vegetation in the sweet scent of the orangery.
Outside, dawning sky, tangled vines, a long bitter history, and rain.

Currently Feeling: Super pumped after pushing myself through a strenuous run this AM. Thanks for being my inspiration to push myself, Kristen.
Currently Anticipating: The 100th feed reader! We’re only three away folks, then I’m choosing one of you to receive a special package of my favorite things, since that’s what the majority of you voted for in my poll.
Currently Hating: A picture that was recently taken of me at an event – I look like I heifer! I’m cutting it out and posting it on my bathroom mirror for running inspiration.

On decorating in pink…

As most of you know, I’m in a LTR. If you’re like me, and you had no idea what that little acronym meant until about a year ago, I’ll let you in on the little secret – it’s Long Term Relationship. (Woowee. How exciting!) I’ve been in my LTR for nearly two years now. EEEKK. Really, that just scares the bejesus out of me. Am I the only one who feels like their life is flying by at warped speed? Before I know it, I’ll be writing some sappy, long post about turning 30. (Puke in my cereal. What? Why yes, it’s past noon, and I’m eating cereal. Don’t judge).

In a LTR relationship at 27, most people have already moved in together or are talking about it in the very near future as their “next step.” Not me and Baby Daddy though; no sirree. We’re on a slow path (or something). There are a few personal reasons why moving in together isn’t in our very near future, but I’ll tell you my favorite part of holding out on living with a boyfriend (besides that I get to sneak away from him whenever I want and do super single behavior in the comfort of my own home like watching trashy reality TV and perusing the Internet while reading US Weekly on commercial breaks and painting my toenails. What can I say; I’m an excellent multi-tasker). One of the very tip top reasons is that I still get to decorate in PINK. Hot pink to be exact.

See, when you move in with someone, you have to give up girly decorating and be all adult or something. Think about all the couples you know who live together – I bet their bedroom or living room is light blue and brown. What is it about that combo that is so conventional couples bedroom? I mean it’s a lovely pairing; I’m not knocking it – I just don’t want to give up decorating in PINK and butterflies just yet. My room is so girly it’s almost comical to see my boyfriend sleeping on my pink sheets.

How much do you love that wall cling that I posted about buying a month ago?

To me, there’s nothing more pretty and lovely, and the best to wake up to, than hot pink and butterflies… perhaps with a hint of orange, yellow and turquoise. What can I say, I love to live a life on COLOR like my girl Lily.

Yes, this is the Ikea mirror that everyone and their mother has – the butterflies are a hanging glitter butterfly garland, that I found at one of my favorite stores in Seattle, Fireworks Gallery

Atop my desk sits a crepe flower I bought at a Fremont Sunday Market,
and the framed print I bought, handmade from Etsy of course!

Some of these handmade, handpicked items are so special to me – what am I supposed to do? Just toss them aside, gift them, give them away at a garage sale? It will be a sad day when I have to let go of my hot pink crepe flower (that is literally nearly three feet tall) or my strand of glitter butterfly garland. I mean, no girly room is complete without it. And even worse than getting rid of these will be hiding all my fashionista crap that I’ve accumulated through the years. When you live with a boy, is it appropriate to…

Display your 100+ hanging earrings & necklaces on the wall as if
they were art? (Psst. I bought this handmade jewelry holder at an art fair for $25).

Or your scarves, hats and 20+ purses of the moment (20+ more in a plastic storage
bin under the bed)? (Psst. That little hot pink phrase wall cling came as an
EXTRA bonus with my “Keep Calm and Carry On.” Don’t cha love it?!)

Or have a ridiculously large storage bin of make-up
(lip gloss drawer shown here) on a table for ease of use?

No. It’s not. And I tell yah what, I love my boyfriend, but currently I love my hot pink and butterfly Princess girly fashionista bedroom just a little bit more. Me, brown and light blue might be friends someday, but for now I’m going to enjoy every dang minute of waking up in my hot pink sheets, sometimes alone if I want to be.

What are you going to be reluctant to give up when you move
in with a boy? And if you already live with your boyfriend or
husband, what do you miss the most about not cohabiting?

Currently Feeling: In love with Rilo Kiley, Pandora, my time, the sun again in Seattle and life in general.
Currently Anticipating: Getting through this busy week – I feel like I’m even more busy unemployed than I was when I worked every day!
Currently Loving: Lucerne rootbeer float ice cream bars – only 100 calories!

Sometimes a girl just needs to wear a really great party dress

Friday night, I had the pleasure of finding myself on the “VIP” list of a new lounge opening in Belltown, which, for those who are Seattle outsiders, is the swanky bar scene part of Seattle. It’s the singles place to see and be seen, peruse the merchandise, hit on and perhaps take someone home. I am, of course, not single – but it’s always fun to get dressed up and go out on the town with friends and/or boyfriend in tow. Believe me you, I will never be one of the boring couples who sit at home and pick out a new vase from the new Pottery Barn catalog during Friday night…

I recently starting volunteering as the social media marketing manager for a really cool “girls only” monthly networking event in Seattle that is rapidly picking up popularity. Started by someone I’ve known through the years from blogging, I reached out when her partner moved to Africa right around the time I got laid off. I figured it could never hurt to do some pro bono work for experience and the old resume builder. I’m finding out the decision was already a savvy one – the perks for being part of the event’s team will make this worth my time alone. We receive a lot of promotional tickets and spots on guest lists to events all over the city. I was quick to take advantage of the VIP treatment at this supposedly new hot spot.

When I checked out the e-mail for the party it said, “Dress code strictly enforced. Vegas attire encouraged.” When I saw the latter part, I immediately thought of this short, flouncy hot pink dress ala Carrie Bradshaw that I bought for Vegas a year and a half ago, and haven’t worn since.

You see, this is Seattle. A place a lot like to refer to as the land of flannel shirts and Birkenstocks. While I adamantly argue against this belief (there’s a great fashion scene here and a lot of well-dressed people among the outdoorsy types), it’s still a place where you could show up in jeans in any and all places, for the most part, and fit in. I hemmed and hawed about putting on the party dress… it just seemed too over-the-top for this city.

In the end I just decided to rock it anyway cause I love it too much for it to sit another year in the back of my closet.

I confirmed my best friend, who was meeting me, was going to show up in a Vegas-style dress too. Then I went downtown to meet her. Notorious for being late, she hadn’t even left her locale yet, which was 20 minutes away, and I found myself downtown, alone, on a street corner. Oh the agony! I felt everyone’s eyes on me as they walked past in JEANS. I found a seat at the bar and proceeded to order wine to loosen up a little. I couldn’t bring these boobs out without a little wine courage!

Eventually, she showed up in something very NON-Vegas – a skirt that was short, yes, but with a sleeveless white tee. And her friend had JEANS on and a party top. (The usual approved party wear in this city). I felt so, so overdressed. And there is nothing more than this girl hates than being over- or under-dressed. Well, besides maybe finding a pube on a public toilet seat. But those two are in close hating proximity to each other.

The worse part – the “VIP” line outside the club was longer than the regular line by the time we got there, and it wasn’t moving. While others in line were in dresses that I would also deem “Vegas wear,” my partners in crime weren’t into waiting, so we left the Vegas scene for another bar in Belltown without a Vegas dress code.

Alas, here I was, out of place and overdressed at a bar I’ve been to 100 times before. I think I must have looked like I was trying really hard. Or totally out to pick someone up. Once I had a few more cocktails, I started to notice the attention I was getting… this dress is hot. And covers up all my not-so-hot curves, leaving me looking svelte with just the right amount of curve and more booby than I ever am in real life. I was kinda a false advertisement, not gonna lie. But it was great to feel sexy and feel like I could flirt with any guy in the bar! (Even if I really didn’t care to).

I danced the night away – laughing and twirling and singing. It was like Vegas all over again, except right in my own backyard. Except I realized, you don’t really need the bright lights and the airplane ride to have a crazy, over-the-top fun night that you talk about for days after.

Sometimes you just need to put on a really great party dress, and pretend you’re in Vegas.

Currently Feeling: A little relief inside an air-conditioned coffee shop. Seattle is in the middle of a heat wave! 105 tomorrow!
Currently Anticipating: Jumping in the lake and hopefully having a crab feast with a friend later tonight or tomorrow!
Currently Wanting: The new sequel to The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo. It just came out, and I hear the book is totally fab!

Shots, sake, frozen yogurt, peeing in lakes and boobs

So, the weekend was totally fab and low-key. I’ll spare a big long, boring update with name dropping of people you don’t know (don’t you hate it when bloggers do that) and just give you the highlights, in non bullet format.

First off, the weather is Seattle is so fantastically f*cking fantastic; it’s ridiculous. Usually it rains the better part of June, but it’s been in the 70s minimum for 10 days, 80-degree this past weekend, and reaching into 85-degrees for this week. I’m holding my breath; it’s too awesome to comprehend.

Friday I bought a new pair of CORAL shorts from H&M to wear out for a girl’s night downtown. They are super duper fantastic. Unfortunately, I can’t provide a picture or a link cause H&M is living in the 90s, and you can’t shop online. All I can say is that bike riding is sculpting my legs, and I felt HOT. Not to mention, I want to wear coral every day. It’s so chic, paired with a white top and gold jewelry. I’m going to make it my staple color of the summer. Here’s an example I created on Polyvore to illustrate:

Before heading out, some of my girl friends stopped by to try out the new Burst Bar Shots that were just shipped to me from a lovely person who contacted me through the blog and said, “You look like you like to go out and party with your friends, would you like some free booze?” And I was like, UM YES. (No moral or ethical obligation here). So they arrived Friday. Basically what they are is a shot in one bottle, made by DeKuyper. So instead of buying four bottle of liquor to pour shots for a party, you just buy this one bottle and VOILA. I was sent three flavors – Lemon Drop, Alabama Slammer and Sex on the Beach. The shots taste pretty sweet/syrupy. DeKuyper makes Peach Schnapps, if that gives you an idea. But they do have a kick to them, and are only $11 a bottle, so way cheaper than buying ingredients for shots. I kinda want to check out the Buttershots flavor cause that’s one of the only shots I like to take. Other than that though, I probably won’t make them a regular purchase unless it’s my last dying wish to wake up with a raging hang over from all the sugar.

For dinner, we hit-up Wasabi Bistro – my favorite sushi restaurant in all of Seattle – before heading out to dance. I’m now brave after the sushi 101 and sake tasting class I took, so I ordered sake for the first time, well, ever in my life. It was a pear sake, and opened up my world to a new alcohol I can throw into the mix. Uh oh.

Friday’s Conclusion: I spent uber amounts of money and got super drunk. Sweet!

Saturday my little sis and I floated for a couple hours on Lake Sammamish in the new float the BF and I bought last weekend. For those of you who didn’t click through to my new blog and read the post about Osoyoos Lake – we bought a stellar float that is two inner tubes stuck together with a cooler in the middle. Each inner tube has a mesh bottom, so your butt sits in the water and you can drink brewskies out of the cooler and PEE through the mesh! (No shame here). It’s genius! You don’t even have to get out to go to the bathroom! Needless to say, I’ll be spending the majority of my summer on it.

After floating, she took me to a frozen yogurt place, and I’m kinda gonna go back once a week now. I am SUPER late on this whole frozen yogurt faze like PinkBerry and CrazyBerry – I think it’s been mostly an L.A. thing. But this place, Shnoo Yogurt, is fracking amazing. It’s been voted Seattle’s best yogurt place. They have three flavors – green tea, plain and pomegranate – and a number of cereal and fruit toppings. I opted for a pomegranate yogurt with pieces of moshi, and fresh watermelon and strawberries. The greatest thing about it – it’s fat free and only ~150 calories. Um, YES THANK YOU.

Saturday’s Conclusion: I laid around and ate. AWESOME!

Sunday I went with a girl friend to a bra fashion show to benefit Susan G. Komen for the Cure. The fashion show included bras created by local Seattle stores, restaurants, etc, PINK martinis and the opportunity to wear PINK from head to toe. I opted for a hot pink top with a short black skirt and hot pink high heels… we ate dinner, drank some libations and snagged a couple pink cupcakes while checking out other girls’ racks.

Sunday’s Conclusion: Booze for boobs! Fabulous!

Currently Feeling: A little guilty with all the stuffing my face I did. I feel great in my skin right now, but I need to get back on a strict diet/exercise plan to shed a few more by the dead of summer.
Currently Anticipating: Rollerblading on Alki tonight and checking out a new sushi restaurant – Mashiko. Review hopefully up on Caviar & Campfires tomorrow.
Currently Loving: Not feeling so super stressed and stretched thin at work. Perhaps I’m finally settled in after a year?

What I want…

…I buy.

Personal mantra. And one I wouldn’t recommend. It’s expensive.

Anywhoo, enough about that. Let’s move right along and continue to talk about SPENDING MONEY. Today I bought myself two pretty cute items that I thought I’d share.

This beautiful little jewelry box I purchased on Etsy from a seller called Sister Butterfly. My first Etsy purchase! I tried super hard to ignore the Etsy hype. I need to shop online more like I need a hole in the head. (My parents use that saying. Is this where I say I’m turning into them?) But I was searching for a present to purchase for my BF’s 30th birthday (rapidly approaching), and I found this little gem. It was too pretty, and too Je, to not purchase. Plus, I’m going to try to do some reorganizing for the impending move, so this’ll be perfect. (More on the move later).

And these cute white capri James Jeans for spring! If you’re not a member of Rue La La, you must sign-up immediately. It’s the best site ever for designer duds. They feature one day “boutiques” of designers such as Betsy Johnson, Coach, 7 For All Mankind, French Connection, Tracy Reese, etc., etc., etc. for like 50% off or more! My lovely friend Jana got me hooked. BUT, it’s invite only. So, if you want me to send you an “invite” through my account, send me a message and I’ll hook a sistah up!

[Also, don't forget to enter the contest a couple posts below for one of five copies of Thanks for Coming: One Young Woman's Quest for an Orgasm, if you haven't already!]

Currently Feeling: Grumbly. I can barely walk or sit – but I’ve been to the witch doctor chiropractor, so all should be healed with the back soon? *Fingers crossed*
Currently Anticipating: Catching up tonight over dinner with Bestie Amanda.
Currently Loving: Change. Even something minor, I love change.

I dress for the ladiezzzz

Today I’m meeting my new roommate for the first time. Sound weird? Not as weird as it was to live with someone I found on Craigslist after the friend from college I was living with bought a condo with her boyfriend and had to move out. I could go on for days and months about how annoying this chick from Craigslist was. But I’ll save you the details.

I recently asked Craigslist Chick to move out, and then I went on a search for a new roommate, sending out feelers to friends, family, acquaintances, long lost pals, etc. All I wanted was some sort of referral from a mutual friend, so I could ensure the next person would have something in common with me. Yah know, all I’m asking is that you don’t blast the Christian music station while you clean; have a cat that scoots its butt across my white carpet, leaving streaks; don’t creep all my friends out; have 200+ houseplants; or leave The Cosby Kids, floating in the pool all the time, making me do your dirty work. Pun intended.

(Okay, maybe I shared just a few details.)

The point of this post before that last little tangent was to tell you that I’m meeting my new roommate tonight for drinks, who is actually BFFs with a girl I hung out with all the time when I was single. The potential new roommate and I exchanged a bunch of emails back and forth, friended each other on Facebook and have had many a discussion about what works and doesn’t work with a roommate. (MAN, have I learned my lesson about what you need to establish BEFORE you move in). There’s a whole separate topic.

Anyway, I think she sounds great and seems super fun, and I feel like we’d have a lot of fun together, in addition to being great roommates, so I want her to like me. So, I painstakingly went through my closet this morning to pick out just the right outfit – cute, trendy, sassy, hip and with it – something that says, “I’m fun! You want to live with me!” I made sure I accessorized, just enough, and I didn’t roll into work with three-day-old bed head. As I rode the bus to work this morning in my sassy black-and-white, leopard-print bubble dress, black leggings, and cute new BCBG patent-leather, open-toed wedges that I recently bought at Ross for $35 (!!!), I thought to myself, “This is far more work that I’ve put into myself in a long time – I don’t analyze my outfits this much for my boyfriend!”

Which got me thinking, us girls, we don’t really dress for the guys. No sirree. We dress for other girls more than we dress for guys. The belt around the waist trend? Guys think it’s dumb. I’ve heard more than one say so. Uggs with short skirts? Heard more than one guy scoff at how idiotic that trend was. But we all still belt, and some of us once Ugged. (Although, I was never one of the Uggers). I’ve also been asked on more than one occasion, “Why do you care about your shoes, guys don’t pay attention to them?” You’re right, they don’t. And when you wear cute shoes, it’s never the guys that compliment you, it’s the girl who exclaims, “Ooooh! Cuuuute shoes!” that makes you feel good.

I care about looking good mostly for myself because I love fashion, and also because we all care a little bit about what we look like when we step into a room full of girls. What’s the first thing you do when you walk into a party or a bar? You scan the competition.

So yeah, gentlemen, we’re not always doing everything to impress you. Some of it actually is for the benefit of our own gender, or yah know, ourselves.

Currently Feeling: Like I have a bit of a nervous belly.
Currently Anticipating: Going to Solo tonight – it’s my current fav bar!
Currently Needing: Groceries. So bad. But I don’t want to buy anything before my vacation. I’m not even going to share what I scrapped together for lunch yesterday. It’s like being in college all over again.

Ghetto fabulous chic

Can someone please tell me what’s so special about lululemon athletica?

I have heard nothing but great raves about it – and my super sporty best friend owns a ton of their stuff and practically wets herself every time her boyfriend buys her something from there. But, I’ve never stepped foot in their store because I was always like, “Well, I’m not really into yoga, so I’ll spare myself that expensive obsession.”

Redacted.

Now I AM hanging out with the cool kids – I do yoga! I do yoga! I can shop at lululemon! I mean, really, life isn’t complete until you have expensive items in your closet from Coach and lululemon! *Sarcasm* for those of you who can’t detect it via the Interwebs.

I still like to check out bandwagons, however, before I decide to jump or not to jump. So, imagine the level of my giddiness when I drove past the outlet malls on my way north last weekend and discovered a lululemon outlet store! At last! Now I can feel comfortable checking out their goods and not spending my last $100, meant for gas and groceries, on clothing. (I’ve been known to do that on more than one occasion). So I excitedly pulled over, expecting to find some super suhWEET deals (like $30 super cute and comfy yoga pants), but apparently I’m delusional. The yoga pants on the CLEARANCE rack at the OUTLET store were $66. Does that make the original price, um, $200 a piece?? Cause really, we’re talking yoga pants here. Some stretchy cotton. With maybe a tie at the waste. In a different color. That’s as fancy as they get. What about lululemon’s yoga gear is so effing special that they are charging so much?

Which brings me to the whole point of this rant – I am, and always will be, a sucker for a sale and a great price. I love to shop, but I also would much rather be proud of my super killer shoes or bag I found at Ross for $25, than wear a designer top I picked up at Nordstrom’s for $200 – and have 45 other girls own it. I take pride in the fact that I’m thrifty chic. Any girl can buy an ugly Louis Vuitton bag. (And man, are those bags are ugly. Like super ugly. Like they got beat with an ugly stick and their momma don’t even love them, ugly.) But not every girl can find a fabulous bag that’s inexpensive, everything you need and original. That takes some scowering!

So thank you, lululemon, but no thanks. I’ll stick to my favorite yoga pants from Target that I kinda want to live in every day. And I’ll roll into yoga class with my black pants straight out of the ghe-TTO, and bust the shit out of some tree poses.

Okthanxbai.

Currently Feeling: Tired. I’m at work super duper early so I can leave early for the last fitting of my Dolphin Sister’s wedding dress before the wedding next week in Mexico!
Currently Anticipating: Checking out this super amazing apartment tonight, with everything we need and the best location EVER.
Currently Needing: Guest bloggers for the week I’m gone. I’ve lined a few good ones up – let me know if you’d be interested too!