Soooo I start a new job today! It’s basically a glorified version of my old job, only for a new brand targeting a youthful, hip demographic. I’m so lucky and excited to be doing a job I enjoy, with some kick-ass people, in the city I love. Here’s a Polyvore (I’m a little obsessed) showcasing some of the looks I’m hoping to rock in my first few weeks, now that wearing jeans and fashionable pieces is not permissible, but encouraged.
With the recent additions of Pinterest and Polyvore to my life, it has suddenly become a lot less expensive to exercise my love for creating outfits. My wallet is ecstatic.
I’m currently coveting these Tommy Hilfiger Women’s Cuddle Oxfords in beet leather. When I initially fell in love with these beauts, I wasn’t sure how I could confidently implement them into my wardrobe. Sometimes, when you’re buying a statement piece that’s so different from what you already own, it’s hard to come up with a way to style them without breaking the bank and buying handfuls of other pieces as well.
After much consulting on the inter webs, I came up with two outfits I think I could successfully pull off:
Thoughts? Could you pull off either (or both) of these looks? Would you?
Happy first “Me, Me, Me Monday”! I hope your week is off to a wonderful start. I was recently presented with an opportunity show off my musical chops at a very desolate karaoke bar, but I inevitably declined. As a daughter of the community theatre and a past-life show choir brat, company dancer and all-star schmactor, it may surprise you that I do not partake in the act of singing by myself in front of others. But, alas.
Although there’s no greater feeling than performing in front of a packed house, “performing” for me could include anything from telling stories to kicking my face in a chorus line and I would be delighted. BUT I’d rather be thrown into a game of rugby with 250 pound men than sing “Happy Birthday” in front of one other human being. If my terrible taste in/lackluster knowledge of music aren’t compelling enough of reasons to not put others through misery that would ensue if I picked up a microphone, the sound that projects from my mouth is on par with what I would imagine swinging a bag of cats against a running washing machine sounds like. Did I pain that picture accurately enough?
Because I love beating dead horse, here are my top contenders for karaoke songs that you will never have the pleasure of hearing me utterly berate in public. You are welcome.
Do you do scary-oke? What is your go-to song?
Uptown Moxie 