Renegade Craft Fair has its pluses. It's close enough for me to walk to, it takes place during a glorious time in Chicago and it even has some cute things for sale.
But it's also overrun with hipsters, some handmade trash and high price tags, and THAT is super-annoying.
So when I see posts like this (Missed Connections), I can't help but smile.
I rarely get manicures.
Mostly because I opt for basic color rather than this cool shit, and I simply can't justify spending the money (or getting my ass off the couch) to have someone do what I can do in my home...albeit sloppier and slower.
But one thing I do spend money on is nail polish, which is exactly what I just did in anticipation for Fall/Winter 2011.
Behold:
Amid all the Christmas emails, shipping confirmations, job alerts, travel plans and back-and-forths with friends, a note "from Kim Kardashian" was opened rather than deleted, if for nothing else than sheer amusement.
San Francisco was awesome and you guys were right -- it was hard to leave. I'll do some sort of recap this week or weekend, but in the meantime, here's another way I've been spending too much money lately...
Bluefly sent me an email the other day saying that they missed me.
OMG, I thought, I miss you too!
So, to show my love, I bought a few fun things with my discount:
As if that wasn't enough, I then arrived at a hair appointment a little early and decided to kill time by wandering around Urban Outfitters. I ended up walking out of there with a gray skirt, ivory cardigan, white scarf and black leggings. That's right, no color here. Apparently, I should be living in the black-fashion abyss of Manhattan.
And then, because THAT wasn't enough, I went to Lulus.com and used one of my gift cards from Christmas.
And after that, the whore-y case for my iPhone tore so I clearly needed to buy a new one:
And then, my bank account screamed, my check book burst into flames, food stamps fell from the sky and an invite to rehab for shopping addiction magically appeared in my hands.
Well, whatever, there's nothing wrong with a little retail therapy every now and then. Right?
The Scene: I've left my dress in the middle of the floor, in Dave's way. He kicks it.
THEN
"Don't kick my dress! That's a $250 Calvin Klein and it deserves respect!"
NOW
"Don't kick my dress! That's a $30 piece from H&M and it can unravel at any moment!"
The Conclusion: I'm going to transition away from freelancing and look for a full-time job so I can continue to indulge the recklessly irresponsible fashionista in me.
Come on, economy! Bring me something good.
When you think of a SWAT team busting into a residential neighborhood, you probably think that the reason must involve intense weaponry, armed criminals, murderous escapees or some other equally dangerous plight.
In Germantown, TN (where my parents live), the reason was Coach purses.
From the local paper:
The Poplar Estates neighborhood in Germantown was enjoying a typically peaceful Saturday morning -- until rifle-toting SWAT team members started going door-to-door.
Carrying M-16 rifles, the Germantown SWAT team and other law enforcement officers scoured the neighborhood for about four hours Saturday, hunting for three Memphis men accused of robbing the Coach store in the Saddle Creek shopping center.
Police said Jonathan Allen Redd, 20, and Alonzo Jones Jr., 37, ran into the store shortly before 10 a.m., grabbed five purses worth $1,900 from a display case and ran out.
Is it ironic that I was watching Obsessed when I decided to spend an hour combing through Zappos?
Before I knew it, I was receiving email confirmations for my purchases. I probably could have bought a small child for the same price. Frugality fail.
Holy crap, is it HOT out. Chicago went from 50 degrees to 90 degrees in, like, a week. Those of us who were bitching about it being too cold are now bitching about it being too hot.
I, however, have found yet another thing to complain about: the heat's grotesque effect on my makeup.
I would love to find some summer-friendly makeup that doesn't make my face melt.
Help?
Why do I torture myself?
Oh, eff it. I'm buying a couple of these. God, I love spring shopping.
Oh, frustration.
Here are some things I decided I wanted last night, but I can't have them -- not because they're too expensive (actually, they're pretty cheap), but because either my sizes are unavailable or the item has sold out completely and I'm too lazy to shop around.
And here is something I cannot afford, now or ever.
Sigh.
...I decided to torture myself.
As I sat here eating my Simply Asia noodle soup bowl (which is really just a fancy version of Ramen Noodles -- and by fancy, I mean it was $1.30 instead of 45-cents), I got the urge to create a cute outfit.
You see, Team Sugar teamed up with ShopBop and told all of us vapid, fashion-obsessed label whores to create our own looks for an ongoing contest. Here's what I did:
Since this apartment shit is so depressing and I've been accused of not being myself lately, I decided to do something special and buy myself this fabulous fall coat:
It fits absolutely perfectly and it makes me happy. And it wasn't too expensive, either, which is good because my finances are a little limited right now (after the wedding, honeymoon and big furniture buy). Ugh, I'm dying to update my fall wardrobe!! Do you even know how many cute shoes there are out there?
Restraint SUCKS.
Big thanks to Zannie for dressing me. :-)
I usually only post about the shoes I'm currently obsessed with, but nope. Not this time.
I assumed my next post would be wedding-related, but because I'm still mildly cracked out from jet lag, I'm gonna completely switch gears and show you the new furniture we're buying this week.
(Side note: It's OUTRAGEOUS that I'm not allowed to spend all of our wedding money on shoes/handbags, no?)
My latest purchases -- not all of them, though. It's too embarrassing. I WILL say that I only went this crazy because Shoes.com had another one of their ridiculous 75% off sales, but I don't know if that counts as a valid excuse.
Marc Jacobs
Thanks to Ang, I recently learned about Daily Candy's latest contest asking readers to submit a 50-word tidbit describing their perfect day.
DC promises to make the day happen AND give you a fancy-pants new cell phone on top of it. With such high stakes, I knew my lazy "plunk-me-at-the-pool-with-a-margarita-in-my-hand" idea wasn't going to turn any heads. So I decided to go the celebrity route and demand something I knew I could never do myself. I wrote:
"I'd pull a J.Lo and demand that my favorite Michigan Avenue stores close their doors to everyone except my small entourage so we can shop in tourist-free bliss. We'd then don new outfits and take a limo to dinner at vegetarian Green Zebra, followed by cocktails at swanky Violet Hour."
Snark? Check. Pretension? Check. Inebriation? Check. Not bad for a 50-word limit. Besides, you KNOW how much I hate tourists.
Who wants to be in my entourage?? Ang and J, I already figured both of you. ;-)
Someone should really stop me.
Bulga wide handle leather satchel
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