The Stylish Flamingo

This was going to be a post about how I am obsessed with changing my bulletin board, but after seeing these photos I decided that we needed to talk about flamingo's wearing scarves.

I mean, doesn't everyone?!?

After weeks of wanting to paint it and never doing it it, I decided to give my feathered friend a try. And while this is most certainly not Louvre quality, it definitely deserves to be displayed on my  beloved bulletin board. Naturally, only the finest and most stylish flamingos belong there.

And that concludes our wildly exciting chat about flamingos with scarves. Next session we'll be discussing the importance of frogs with fairy wings. Don't miss it!

Things about stuff

(my official end  of the school year photo, see 2012 here.)

helloooooooooooooooooooooo!

Wow. Okay, for the record I am not in preschool although my over use over exclamation marks and unnecessary letters might not help me prove my point. Can preschoolers even type? Sheesh. Kids these days! Back in my day, we had to....

My point is that TODAY IS THE LAST DAY OF SCHOOL and therefore I am very hyper/excited/sad because now I will probably wear gym shorts until School next year. And wearing gym shorts and being very un-fit is kinda a weird deal, if you ask me. And also, these are my goals for the weeks. So I don't end up wearing gym shorts and eating Cheetos and watching sponge bob for the rest of my life....

When do you finish school? Happy day to all you ladies!

Back from Chicago town

For the record, April in Chicago is ABSOLUTELY FREEZING! I come from a land where we wear shorts and tank tops every day, not because we like it, but because we have too. And so here I come to Chicago, my one true city love, in a short skirt and um, it was snowing? 

Thankfully I packed a pair of tights, and so after spending 20 minutes trying to get them on in the airport  bathroom (somehow at that point I seemed very uncoordinated), I was wearing stripes, bows and floral print. So. Doggone. Stylin'.

In other words, Chicago is a very nice city which makes you feel like a very unfashionable human. Amen.

A passion for.....never mind.

Guys, I'm not fashionable at all. I really push the "fake it till you make it" to it's limits. But nevertheless! I do enjoy shopping and fashion in general an immense amount. I have since I was a very little girl (or nut, your call.) and now I'm doomed!

That might be a little extreme.

Anyway, Since interviewing myself went quite nicely, I decided to go for round 2. Of course, tags are so 10 years ago, so I apologize for my not-quite-vintage-lameness. But, it was fun! That's basically the only deciding factors in decisions with me anyway, so I might as well put my pride on the line.

And in case there was any uncertainty, I would go with nut.

(original post)

1) How would you describe your style?
Please, don't judge my current apparel status of gym shorts and a t-shirt that should have been washed about 15 years ago, but ideally I go for classic with a twist. Classic, as in preppy and pretty and clean (?? hopefully everyone strives for that!) and with a twist because I also find wearing polka dot socks with gym shorts attractive. Just kidding....(ish)

2) What are your wardrobe staples?
Skirts and Dresses and really simple necklaces that you can wear with 80 bagillion things. Well, if I had 80 bagillion things.

3) Most wanted item?
A floral print dress. Because I always want a floral print dress, duh! But if you really must know, this is what I'm drooling over (unfortunately, it might actually be literally.)

 4) Favorite designer?
Guys, I am a girl with wine taste on  a water bottle budget. Dumb that down to a 15 year old and you will find me going through clearance racks like nobodies business. But hey, a girl can dream! and I do, and it's of J.Crew, Kate Spade, Shoshanna, Lilly Pulitzer and MADEWELL (!!!!!) Oh and Kenzie and Zoe Karssen. I think I spend too much time dreaming, maybe?

6) How much do you spend on clothing?
I seriously think everything I own is under $25. In our family, the way to survive is to bargain, barter and use coupon codes. It's like a modern day Hunger Games! Or, I guess an olden days one. Whatever. I have no idea what I'm talking about.

7) Favorite places to shop?
Target (because whoever said money can't buy happiness has clearly never been to Target.) Gap, Old Navy and Forever 21. I also really like Aeropostales basic shirts.

8) Favorite fragrance?
Forever Red from bath and body works. It's heaven and puppies and chocolate in a bottle. Basically, a lot of wonderful things.

9) Favorite way to have your hair?
Easy! Is that a style? Cause if so, it's ALL mine. I curl my hair a lot, but I also love buns and braids and anything that takes under ten minutes. Because clearly I have a busy schedule, House Hunters is on ALL day long!

10) What is your go to outfit when you don't have anything to wear?
A dress. A skirt. Something easy that does not involve thinking for more than 5 seconds. Who in the world has time for that anyway? I usually just grab sandals and my VB and I'm out the door.

That sounded so lame.

11) Most prized possession?
My Vera Bradley, I use it to death. And I loooove my glittery shoes. But they also love my feet to death so we sort of have a long distance relationship. It's better that way.

Feel free to tag yourself! Just don't say passion for fashion. It's a grievous offense. Except I just did.....

Life: Beautiful

Forget reality, I'm all about aesthetics. "So worldly!" "So Vain!" you say. And yep, I totally hear ya. It goes like this: I'm particular about colors, shapes, fonts, photos. You name it! I carefully debate over EVERYTHING I pin. I think fancy people call it curating. You and I? We call it picky.

Imagine me in a bookstore. I don't love reading. I'd rather critique covers than debate plots. I was busy looking at the covers when Life: Beautiful caught my eye. It was the peonies, I promise. Anything with peonies and I'm in. I was happily surprised to find it filled with eye candy, colorful goodness and fluffly flowers. (?) It's like a Christian Martha Stewart magazine! And we thought that would be the day when pigs flew....

(I almost said flied.)

While still fake and still worldly, it was nice to find a magazine that was both christian and aesthetically pleasing. And filled with peonies! And cream puffs??! And adorable crafts!?

for reaaaalllls!

BloomFest

Saturday is for cherry blossom hunting. Officially! I've been wanting to see the DC cherry blossoms for goodness knows how long. (Goodness DOES know: 4 years!) So this weekend we decided to be-bop on up to DC to behold the cherry blossom BloomFest.

Unfortunately our Cherry blossom joy was a wee bit premature - the tidal basin blossoms were not in bloom. But we did spot some trees on the Capitol and I'm am now an immense cherry blossom fan. Seriously, the trees ARE PINK AND FLUFFY!

I mean, if a tree CAN be fluffy, which it can right?
 Totally! Absolutely! YES! Maybe?

There were also about 400 portapoties on the National Mall. So classy DC, so classy.


What did you do this weekend?

A story about love

I'm not the mushy gushy type. At all. Mush and gush is fine for pea soup but romance? Please! And so while I love Valentines Day - mostly because of the chocolate and roses....hello, I also kind of don't like it.

It's really a very difficult thing to navigate. Thank you for your sympathy.

So my story about love is different. 
Because well, so am I.

As you all know, I am a firm believer in smelling nice. Perfume, lip gloss, body lotion - you name it. (also reason 155456 why this store is my wallets worst nightmare.) The amount of perfume I use a day is quite embarrassing, but somehow, I'm sheepishly proud of it.

ANYWAY!

I like to smell good, and I normally do.

so as the love story goes,

An 8 year old friend of mine walks into a room that smells very lovely. She smiles to her mama "This room smells so nice.....it smells like Kryn!"

Which of course made my heart gush and bubble and do back flips. What a compliment!  What an honor! Who cares if my clothes match now and who cares if I've got bacon stuck in my braces, I've got my perfume to fall back on.

For the record, my heart is the only part of me that can do a successful back flip and not injure itself or others. So instead of pretending to be a gymnast, I think I'll just stick to bathing in perfume daily - I seem to be better at that.

What is your story about love?

HAPPY SPRING! Amen.