Friday 23 January 2015

WIW, plus a story or two.

BLAZER fur fur skirtI recently saw a meme on instagram the other day that had the caption: "If she shaves your legs in the winter, she really loves you, bro." and I instantly thought.. HA. Ha Ha Ha, clearly a dude wrote that. Because I love my guy more than anything, but my leg shaving habit becomes preeettty rare in the wintertime. How I would have worded that is: "If she shaves her legs in the winter, you've only just started dating, bro." Every girl knows how annoying it is when you shave your legs, only to get cold the second you hop out of the bathroom and have the goosebump stubble happen. I KNOW I'm not the only one this happens to. But as I geared up for my bi-monthly leg shave session yesterday (I want to say I'm exaggerating, but that's probably pretty on point), I was doing such a hurried job that I knew I for sure had razor burn in my future, and then I thought to myself, why are my legs not used to this by now?! I've been doing this for longer than a decade, and the skin still isn't tough enough to withstand a little razor? Come on legs, I thought better of you. I mean like, I've never taken a chunk out of you while shaving, you think you could do me a solid and toughen up. Meet halfway kind of deal.

Now on to another tale from the bathroom, because why not. My skin has been really bugging me lately, nothing insane or anything, just a little more splotchy than I'm used to. Well, I had a mean little zapper on the side of my forehead - THANK YOU, bangs, for always bein' there in crisis's like these - but I managed to squish it pretty quickly. Well, I'm washing my face a couple nights ago and have my hair up in a headband, and I see Jake literally zero in on it. "Yes yes, I know it was a nasty one.. I'm aware of it" is what I said before he could even make a comment.. "Yeah, well that's good.. Don't know how you could have missed it though."..

Now THAT, is love. None of this clean shaven legs crap. Real love is when your boyfriend can make you laugh about the big ol' post apocalyptic zit on your face, and say it in the way that still makes you feel pretty, and have it make you giggle for days after.

-This is totally what classy fashion bloggers write about.. right?

Friday 16 January 2015

brought to you by sushi & a healthy amount of wine.


Look at that glorious dinner I have prepared (ordered and poured) for myself. and yes, that is still my Charlie Brown tree kickin' it in the background.. Jake decided to have dinner with a buddy on his way home from work tonight, and at first I was a little bummed, and then I thought - raw sushi all to myself. And a generous glass of wine to toast to the weekend. Done deal, I'll see you in a couple hours babay.  It's Friday! We've all made it to the weekend - sorry if you're a server or retail worker.. sucks to be you. A few highlights, thoughts & moments of my week, to those of you that find this kind of thing interesting - hey mama <3.

  1. I have come to the conclusion, as so evidenced by my dinner of choice, that I could eat Thai & Japenese food for the rest of my life, and be very happy. On alternating days of course so I don't get too bored, but my goodness do I love me some sashimi and Tom Kha Gai.

  2. If you follow her, you know that Amber of Barefoot Blonde has unbelievable hair. Like, we're talking real-life barbie hair. She put up a tutorial recently that I attempted to emmulate myself. Now, I could only do the top part of it because I have roughly 1/8 the amount of hair she does, but I was pretty impressed my teeny bangs stayed in the braid all day! Score. bfb hair

  3. 3. While on the subject of hair, I am desperately seeking blonde over here. Numerous box dyes and dark colors and my hair just ain't havin' it. My hairdresser even said to me at my last visit "Let's not go dark again okay?"

  4.  So you know when you read in the news about all the phone call scams and how many people for it? I always am judgemental, I always think to myself "Have some common sense here, how are people so gullible?!".. Yeah well, after today, I'm apparently one of those people. I called the customer service line for one of our companies today, and it rings twice and goes to an automated message about completing a survey to be entered to win a cruise. It didn't give the option of opting out, so I completed the easy 4 question survey, and whaddyaknow, I won! Now, because this call came from a legit company, I was still hesitant but not gonna lie, pretty damn excited. So yea, I won a Caribbean cruise, could cash it in any time in the next 18 months, and all it's going to cost me is the docking fee for myself and Jake. While I'm on the phone I'm googling this company to see if it's a scam, but at the same time I'm snapchatting Jake telling him I'm preeeetty sure we just won a trip. Alas, when the overly southern woman would not allow me to verify them and make sure this was legit before handing over my payment details, I figured it was definitely too good to be true, and hung up. But man, those 3 minutes I had as a Caribbean cruise winner were goood, let me tell you.

  5.  I'm about 6 months late to this party, but Let It Go is definitely my new "singing my private concert in the car" song. If you don't know what I'm talking about (aka you don't have children under 14, either), you'll be hooked. Sorry in advance.

  6.  my brother got himself a little fur baby, a french bulldog named Georgia. Look at all that squish! I'm obsessed. If I didn't live in a teeny tiny condo with 30 stairs to our door and no yard, I'd have her sister in a heartbeat.

  7. unnamedSpeaking of this teeny tiny place of ours, I'm definitely ready for an upgrade. No dishwasher and about one foot of counter space really gets to a girl, how can I make fancy dinners if I can't spread out? I mean, I probably still wouldn't with more space, but I'd like the option.

  8. Friends. The entire series on NETFLIX. And my boyfriend loves the show as much as me, aka we watch it together in bed. My goodness, he's just swell.

Now, back to my wine. TGIF, friends :)



Thursday 15 January 2015

I truly have nothing to say.

   user4user1user2user3^^ my head, in picture form.

Most people that know me know that it is a serious rarity when I literally have nothing to say, but well, it happens. Lately I've been in a pretty huge fog, and no amounts of caffeine are seeming to shake it. The other day I was using my laptop while Jake was watching football (go Pats! - as if I have any idea what's going on, I just know that's who I cheer for. Because I was told to, and duh, Tom Brady), and I couldn't understand why it kept freezing and wasn't responding to me. It was probably due to the fact that I was touching the screen to attempt to do things, not using the mouse. I mean, I'm just as shocked as you are that my 15 year old laptop doesn't respond to my touch, really it's just offensive - doesn't it know me?! In my world, that's what my people lovingly refer to as a Britard moment - let's not get started on when that originated. Okay fine, because I love you, I'll tell you. My brother and I were at summer camp when I was maybe 9-10? FINE, I was 13. I was reading the cereal box one morning and couldn't figure out why the French version of the nutrition content had a higher percentage than the English? My wonderful brother informed me that it was because the French in fact get more vitamins than we do, he said it had something to do with their tongues (the French side is the side with milk added for nutritional value). Aaaand clearly, I believed him. I know, you guys, I KNOW. Britard was born, & it's been going strong ever since.

So anyway, enjoy these photos that have absolutely nothing to do with my fog, I just came across them again today realized they never got posted, which is silly because I was pretty happy with this outfit. It's also the day my boyfriend threw me a surprise birthday party, when about 5 hours earlier I was nagging him for not being very romantic.. Yeah, how's that for timing hey? #girlfriendFAAAIL.

Also, RIP Target, I am literally in denial. The f-ck Canada? The F-CK.  I did however buy up all the XS's in my favorite tank, so the blow is hurting slightly less. Where I'm going to put 25 assorted black, white & grey tank tops in my teeny house maintains to be a mystery.