I like to wear clothes.

This is what I am wearing:

thrifted coat & belt, Target leggings & blazer, Dad's denim shirt, Tj's top, AmAp skirt, boots from Italy,

and some hidden bling

Afternoon Delight

I was going to try to cut my own hair, take pics and give you a little how to. I quickly realized this was an ill guided and poorly timed publicity stunt. The two reasons for this being A. I have no idea how to cut hair (although I do enjoy practicing on other people) and B. it would be better saved for a time when people actually read the shit I spew into this blog.

Took a little roady to Boston to visit a dear friend and was met with bad luck each step of the way.  It started out with trying a new skin cream- break out central, continued on to birth control wreaking havoc on my body, and sickness. Once I got there, my truck was towed from the parking lot behind the apartment I was visiting. Granted this was most likely residential parking only, I felt entitled to a spot because I could not for the life of me find street side parking, and quite frankly, I was ready more than to get out of the car. To elaborate on the spot I found: the parking lot was off the side of a one way street, narrowly accessible due to a huge snow bank. On top of that, it was located behind this apartment building, down a small hill and narrow as hell! I could barely back my truck up into the spot. No way did I think any tow truck would be able to get my car out of there, if they were even looking. Tow they did, and mine wasn't the only one; which, being the sick person I am, gave me a bit of pleasure.

Long, Lean & Rich: that's not too much to ask is it?

Get in shape and save money: how typical are these resolutions? How often do we stray from them?! Quite often. I didn't even need to say it.

Be jealous: I've been motivating! We have a sweet new TV with On Demand channels. Helllooo
Exercise TV and soar muscles. I've been getting up nice and early to do 20 minute workouts before I sit at a desk and snack for eight hours...

Doing this gives me enough time afterwards to take a nice shower (how lux) drink a cup of coffee or two, make a yumyum sandwich for lunch and have a smoothie for breakfast. Now, let's tally: shower: free; coffee: $2.50ish; sandwich: $7; smoothie: $5. That's almost $15 a day! Not saying I would buy a coffee and a smoothie every morning if there wasn't time for it at home, but hey you get the idea! Making all that crap myself ensures that it's not filled with a bunch of sugar and preservatives which is great for my body and overall health (and for my future husband who I will relentlessly feed).

This could be me..

As for the yoga, it really does make me feel great!!! I can zen out and wake myself up at the same time. It's really quite nice in the evening with a friend and a few tokes of the kind bud. I can't wait for summer so I can do it out in the yard and if I'm feeling really sassy, maybe I'll get to the beach like those bitches in the videos. Right now, I can only feel the results, I'm still waiting to see them. Once that day comes, I will waer nothing but cropped tops! Take that winter weight!!!

The Art of A Break Up

I would trade my boyfriend for a puppy. I'm not sure why people laugh or seem surprised when I say this, I really would, and it wouldn't take much thought.

The poor thing would be so upset if he knew that, but hey! I'm just not that into you buddy. What was supposed to be a summer fling somehow turned into a drawn out relationship. Kid needs to be dating a 19 year old, not me. Don't get me wrong, he does cute stuff. Well he used to get me candy sometimes? Now he squeezes my belly and sticks his hands up my shirt any chance he gets. Before last night's $20 dinner, the last time we could remember going out to do something was New Years. We've walked his dogs (to buy him some time) and gone ice skating since then, all of which have been my suggestion.

At a certain point, I think people just stay in relationships because breaking up with someone is a serious pain in my ass! It's sure as hell my reason! Unless you're sick in the head, that face they make, and the claims of affection, and the "I'll do anything"s are almost enough to break your resolve. All after much planning of when to execute said break up. It can't be too close to a holiday, birthday, death or injury because you look like a jerk. You start wondering if you can force him to break up with you somehow. Usually by being a complete bitch or trying to catch him cheat by convincing a friend to hook up with him. But this rarely works out, and often does the opposite- somehow making you more endearing.

So I wonder, is it even worth the effort? Thinking up my valid reasons and counter-arguments for the break up is quite time consuming. Maybe I could just say what I want to say in my typical mannerism and end it like that. I always want to ease into it to lessen his pain, but it might actually be easier on both parties to just be blunt.

Oh Gosh

One hundred ninety eight photos to be narrowed down to six.

Of a few days in Cinque Terre. My prints will surround an artist's print of the bay at Manarola. I have the space for three above the print, and three below the print, in a large white frame.

A large space on my wall needs to be filled with photos: framed and themed..

They will all be from my semester in Italia, I'm thinking a few b&w architectural shots, and color landscape pictures of Perugia in a variety of sizes.

While I would like to have some of myself (so vein) and the people I met, those are more reserved for photo albums. It seems almost a little childish to put those ones on the wall. I'm sure they work for other people, but my photography is adolescent. Were they modeled shots by people who knew what they were doing, it would be a different story. Although, I still may not want people in my bedroom, especially super hot model people.

On Manners

I love the idea of royale balls, dinner parties a la Gossip Girl and the Italian notion of sprezzatura. Besides that, I cherish a gentlemen who knows to hold a door, where to place their napkin, and how use chop sticks. A woman who isn't loud and garish, who can dress a little scandalous without looking it.

Today this seems to be lost. We dig into our meals with elbows on the table napkins askew, all before the rest of the group has been served. This is only acceptable in very informal settings, if the group is very large and partially served, or if indicated by the host/ess to begin. I often assume that things like this are common knowledge but that doesn't seem to be true anymore.

Spending your work day reading etiquitte guides online is quite rude, I shall stop now.