Plus, a few items are on sale! Too many exclamation points, but they're all called for.
Wednesday
Tuesday
That jawn did one thing, Miss, it did one thing.
Totally stole the top idea from this lovely lady. Who would have thought you could score a sweet striped shirt for just $6.99 (it's now ON SALE! in store)? Not I, said the duck, not I.
I love my job. I can't stand my supervisor, and I'd rather be back in a museum, but I love these kids. And the teachers, OH, the hot male teachers. And the non-hot male and non-male teachers. I love them all.
And I swear, man, those kids bring out my inner homeslice. I find myself talking like the poseurs (or the kids I thought of as poseurs) from my suburban, white, middle-class high school. But only to a certain extent, to the oh-miss-you're-not-quite-a-poseur extent (I had one student tell me the other day that she likes the way I talk, "because I sound educated." Aww. Melt my heart). They even had me break out my crip walk this past week, and--not to pat myself on the back (pat pat)--those young bulls were pleasantly surprised with your gurrrl's moves. They then told me I'm allowed to throw up the "P" sign since I was born in Philly. Legit. I gotta work on taking it to this level, though.
The kids now have off for the rest of the week, and after two days of training (commencing tomorrow) I shall have off, as well. Just for Friday. But I'll take those thar crop top fotos then, b/c that shit do one thing. Just like that jawn did.
And what exactly did it do? That jawn be poppin'. But we're all supposed to know that, since it's implied. Obviously.
Monday
gah.
I want to beat up Blogger for always bastardizing the most beautiful colors in its photos. Eh.
Sunday
I was on the Catorialist the other day so I could get the site's url for a friend. Normally I read the updates through my Reader, hence why I was so intrigued by the kitty on the left sidebar:
Hmm, the style of that "ad" looks a lot like... Yep, it totally is...
...taking a jab at Am Appy. I love it.
Friday
The 500 Worst Passwords
via kate*'s Flickr via NOTCOT
jk
Wednesday
Ugh, I really wish I could go to this.
But I'm leaving work early to prepare for a day-ass-long interview on Friday.
Tuesday
Random (Word Generators) Part 2
Homeslice 2: Nuthin' much. Gotta go to class, so I'll have to talk to you tonight. Zaters!
Monday
made my night
Yes, Gaga interpretations are becoming tired (see: Gaga cookies), but puppies just make me smile.
And thus was born the Doggie Gaga Project.
photos by Jesse Feidin, via dlisted
Mary Meyer Spring 2010
Some great graphics with this season's collection from Mary Meyer, as always. And there's a mens collection for the first time ever, as well.
And a decoder? That's like what we do in programs at the Spy Museum. Well, not quite a cipher wheel, but still...
fyi
50% off the Steven Alan Gemma skirt in dove grey over at Kaight for today only. So instead of the regular $160, you get it for $80. Major score. Use code "luckydaily1" at checkout. Thank you, Lucky Mag.
Sunday
bird and banner and a few things
Of course we all know of Bird And Banner, but I just came across these wedding invites today (I'm on the slow train, clearly). Again, I don't do wedding posts, but I figured I'd make (yet another) exception.
You'll also have to pardon my laziness over here on this blog. I was in DC for the weekend, and I seem to just pass out when I get home from work these days, so I still have some catching up to do with comments and such (both here and elsewhere). That's what my lunch break tomorrow is for!
Hope everyone had a lovely weekend. This weather was fantastic, and it was probably one of the best weekends I've had in awhile. Score.
Friday
gotz me a crop. top. part two
Ladies, I have been dying of excitement in anticipating my latest acquisition, the Turquoise Mountain Crop Top from Dusen Dusen. The print is killing me. Dead. I've just died. And after receiving it in the mail today, I am all the more blown away by the handprinted details (take a look, ^^^, take a look!), since hand prints are my fave. And the triangles? The TRIANGLES!
First of all, my homegurl Ellen is a total sweetheart. She was so helpful and available via email (which I love, when a designer takes the time out to communicate with her customers), sent the top my way ueber quickly, and included in the package her super secret Fall 2010 lookbook. And though the lookbook's under wraps for the time being, let me tell you guys: AMAZING. I already have a few pieces on my wishlist. And just in case you're curious and haven't yet seen pictures, here are some behind-the-scene photos from the Fall lookbook photo shoot.
I'm taking a trip to KoP again today to find a bottom that compliments the top (all of my prints or colors just clash), and when I do I shall do a crop top photo shoot with the Am Appy crop top from the other day and post the photos here. I'm so excited (!) to wear this piece out--out and about and out, because I will wear it everywhere and as often as possible.
And thanks for all of the sweet comments on my last post, ladies! I'm going to join back in on the venting session later via the comments, but need to head to bed now (I haven't been a good girl with getting my 8 hours this week, and am exhausted). Just wanted to let you know that your kind words are all very much appreciated!
Wednesday
the city of brotherly love ain't got love for me or my car
via ▲mae's Flickr
Okay, let's do the math. Within the past 2.5 weeks, I:
- Was sideswiped by some crazy botch who is now suing my car insurance for injuries. This is after she hit me driving 25 miles an hour.
- Was given a parking ticket (for $36) for an expired meter that WAS NOT expired. I had paid more than enough money for the time I was there, but the kiosk machine was broken and printed me three separate receipts. Apparently parking officials can't add.
- Was given another parking ticket (for $301) WHILE I was in the parking authority office for 20 minutes appealing the previous ticket (an appeal that was, btw, denied). Where was the no parking sign, you mofo's?
- Was harassed by another crazy bitch this afternoon after I pulled in front of her into her lane. As I'm sure you know, only aggressive drivers get anywhere in a city, and I get cut off about 50x a day during my commute. After said act, this psycho proceeded to follow me, pull up beside me (and, mind you, she wasn't in a legal lane), and scream at me that I am a "f*cking white c*nt." I nonchalantly rolled my window up without looking her direction, keeping my music blasting. This clearly bothered her, so she continued to stalk me, pulled up next to me again, and then threw something at my car. Then drove away. Real classy, psycho, real freakin' classy.
Where is the love, Philly? WHERE IS THE LOVE?
Happy St. Patty's Day
Via ▲mae's Flickr. This picture has nothing to do with this post, but I like it. I also loved Pineapple Express. I will not apologize for that.
I had one of my students ask me the other day, "Miss, are you Irish?" I was wearing a bright green hoodie, so that combined with my super pale skin and hair color probably gave it away. I said, "Why, yes, child, I am." He then asked me if I was going to get tanked on St. Patty's Day. Nay, he told his classmates that I would be getting tanked on St. Patty's Day in a bar somewhere, and he (his 14-yr-old self) would be sitting right next to me partaking in the festivities. I said, "Child, I am not 19 and in college. I have to be at this school Wednesday, so, no, I will not be getting tanked on St. Patty's Day." I then went home and my brother--who was on break from his Catholic university, aptly named "Catholic University"--said he would be wasted for the duration of the day, and would be arriving as such to his afternoon classes. His name is Patrick, so I guess he's entitled to enjoying the day and acting like an idiot. And apparently there's a huge Irish-American contingent at his school, which makes such mid-week drunkery okay/normal, I'm told.
With that pointless anecdote being shared, enjoy the festivities, my friends. Even though my mother's full-blooded, my family doesn't really do much to celebrate the occasion. I'll just be sporting my green nailpolish and eating some Irish potatoes. And maybe I'll break out my tin whistle and play a jig for my dogs to dance to. No lie: I rock that shit.
Saving the partying for the weekend, am I riiiiiight? Just kidding. I'm being mature this month. Trying to, anyway.
Okay, maybe I will have one Guinness...
Saving the partying for the weekend, am I riiiiiight? Just kidding. I'm being mature this month. Trying to, anyway.
Okay, maybe I will have one Guinness...
Tuesday
gee golly, I hope someone asks me to prom
Remember when I scored that Wren dress at the Save Fashion event back in November for 75% off? Well, I think I finally have somewhere to wear it, or at least I hope I do. Turns out my predecessor at the high school I work at was asked to chaperone prom last year, but she declined. "You were invited to prom? Why didn't you go, man?" Granted, she's like 52 years old, so prom probably doesn't have the same allure for her as it might for me. Oh wait, I'm almost 24. That shouldn't be the case. But it is.
I went to my senior prom solely b/c it meant I got to go with the hottest guy in school. Seriously, he was an emo girl's dream (I would have never called myself "emo"--I was more a Drive-Thru girl--but that's the best approximation I can come up with to illustrate my point). He was tall, super fit, played the drums in some (shitty) band (hence why his arms were so hot and toned), had beautiful blonde hair that swooped perfectly over his eyes, and those two eyes were of different shades (one blue, one brown). He. Was. Hot. I tried finding a picture of him in his tux but couldn't, so you'll have to take my word for it.
Anyway, my prom was super boring, since I wasn't in my dance party phase yet. Though I obviously cannot and would not party down with these high schoolers, I think it would be hilarious-slash-awesome to just go and watch. And maybe some of the hot male teachers will be there. Wink wink.
That brings us back to the Wren dress. In my previous post I only had Photo Booth at my disposal, so I wanted to post some proper shots of the dress' bling. My macro setting wasn't doing the dress justice, so the following detail shot is the best I have to work with in illustrating said bling:
Cross your fingers for me and hope that I can get a chaperone invite. It would be totally epic.
Hansel from Basel S/S 2010
Nobody told me Hansel from Basel's S/S 2010 line was available! Why do you fail me, internet?! I swear the new collection wasn't on their site yesterday when I looked, and I only just saw some of their new things over at Lambs Ear Shoes. And now I find out they have tights with triangles, but they're sold out? How is that possible?!
These, however, are still available over at Lambs Ear:
These, however, are still available over at Lambs Ear:
Oh wait, I kind of love my bedazzled triangle tights more. More than the other triangle tights, that is; I still love everything Hansel from Basel makes. Can I say that? They at least cost a lot less.
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