That one time..... What not to Wear.

I know that I am not one to give 'advice' on fashion... due to the unfortunate items that have grazed my body over the past few decades. And I am just going to be honest.... in the future there will probably be times were I will wear items of clothing that will make people question many things about me.... including, but not limited to, the fact that I may actually be color blind.

I am not.

But my fashion sense may be. 

I'm, of course, getting off topic. Back to fashion and me not being the person to criticize it..... I actually am going to do just that. 

Today I was browsing some of my favorite guilty pleasure sites when I found some items that literally terrified me. The thought that someone may actually be seen on the streets wearing these gave me an actual chill of fear. Fear. Real, true fear. 

I am not going to give away what site it was because I still love shopping there but I am going to show you what I am talking about..... Here they are the top three scariest things that I have found currently being sold as acceptable fashion wear on a human being.............

First, this ONE PIECE: 

Second... the summer version on THAT one piece: 

And, finally.... last but the opposite of the least..... THIS SKIRT:

No. This is not a joke. Yes.... if I see you wearing this I will shake my head in frustration and sadness..... 

These are not being sold on an inappropriate site either.... just a fashion site. Honest to goodness.

I hope you have enjoyed these fashion finds as much as I have. *Shiver

Happy Heffalump Day! 

(And no.... I did NOT write this while wearing overalls)

Monday. Confessions.

Monday...everyone hates them so I figured I'm going to theme Monday. CONFESSION MONDAY. 

Here we go. 

My confession: Icing...in a can. 

Some people have been privy to this issue I've had, but not everyone has....and it's embarrassing and really hard to find a logical reason or explanation for it.Other than I love sweets? Sugar? Icing.....

It started many years ago, I was just a child. Impressionable. Unsure about the world. Seeking solace in anything tangible and stable. I wanted to feel attached and apart of something that would never run out on me (without the option of a refill or easy repurchase.)  One day I had a tasty little cupcake right in front of me. I bit in. I hated it. The cake was dry. Lacking flavor. It was a joke. But then I looked deeper and realized I could just lick the icing off... That is when it happened. Euphoria.

For years I have been in search for the perfect icing. Every new icing is a new adventure for my taste buds. I know that with that first lick, that first scoop, I will hit a new magical accord in my life. Icing really is what dreams are made of. But later on in life I started getting a little resentful of the fact that I always had to find a spoon for the vats of icing that I was purchasing (in a normal quantity, STOP JUDGING). If there was no spoon, there was no happy moment for me....until I found a spoon. It was really hindering my joy. Seriously. 

Then I saw it. It happened. Right there in front of my face. The answer to all my question. The hero to my spoon trauma. 

No-Fuss. YESSSSSSSSSSSS. (ignore the need of a  mani)

All of my icing prayers and wants=cured. My confession this Monday? I eat this crap straight out of the container. All day err day. Get in my belly. Tasty goodness. My word to the wise? Don't knock it, till you try it. 

I hope you all enjoyed my confession. I feel a little bit better about life getting that off my chest. 

By the way, You guys like my leggings (they are icing spill proof):

Happy Monday ya'll. Happy Eating :)