Fashion Friday: I'm sorry.

This week was my first full week on 'the boot'....... and my wardrobe has suffered because, it just has. Because I get lazy when I've got a bum foot. No excuses... just facts. But the house hasn't suffer, I have slowly been giving it a face lift.... check it out:

Rug!

Antler candle holders!!

So that's something. 

Here is my humble attempt at fashion this week. Sad, sad state of affairs right herrrrr:

Fiance Hoodie?? Always appropriate.

Closest thing to an outfit... and I changed before I left the house..... ugh.

This pretty much sums up my week: Yoga pants, AF hoodie, and my boot.

My embarrassed, sorry, not sorry, over it face. You're welcome.

Then I decided to get creative with my editing skills for your pleasure. Because everyone needs a little pleasure on Friday:

Be jealous. So jealous. 

Happy Friday! I hope it's semi as cool as mine is going to be. 

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How to: Birthday Style.

In honor of my brothers birthday I wanted to post a blog about how to celebrate your birthday in the most awesome way possible.... in ten easy steps:

1. Take a bubble bath... in champagne. Call it a birthday bubbly bath. Do it.

2. Have a life size cake made for you... and YOU pop out of it. And then eat it. All by yourself.

3. Rent a Bentley.

4. Hire a clown, and then cancel that crap. No one wants to be scared on their birthday.

5. Charge an expense outfit to your credit card... and regret it tomorrow. Yeah, tomorrow.

6. Find the closest big city... and own it.

7. You need an entourage to own the city, get an entourage. Make sure they are ridiculously good looking.

8. Get a hype man. Everyone needs a hype man, especially on their birthday. 

9. Adopt a sloth... who wouldn't want a sloth, I mean honestly.... best. pet. ever.

10. Then you know, just be yourself. Have fun. Don't try too hard. Life should be easy, especially on your birthday.

Animal lover.

The people that I surround myself with usually (quickly) come to the realization that I have very unique taste. I think that over the years it has become a little more refined... not so terrifying. But there are times where all style and commonsense go out  the window for me.... because I get excited about things. Sorry #notsorry (Yes, I just hash-tagged on my blog :))

I love bold items... and I love pets. Animals of all kinds, shapes and sizes (minus Baboons... they're just not my thing) so when I can incorporate bold things or animal something into my life.... I do. Because they make life better. 

 All this to say, I have been on the hunt for a king size headboard and comforter set.... I found a fabulous headboard that I am pretty much in love with:

But when it came to finding the right comforter set I have had no luck.... clicking and searching to no avail. Until.......... I found something that combines my love of Dolphins and comfort: 

I mean...right?? This is a totally acceptable comforter for an adult. I've decided.

Happy Twerking Tuesday Ya'll, I hope you had a great weekend! 

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)

Unhealthy love.

I don't know if I mentioned this before, but as a wee one I grew up on a farm in Jamestown, IN. Be jealous. 

Anywhodiddle, I loved it, I was very one with nature there.... we raised animals *cough, cough* cats.... we explored, we had a good childhood there.... then we moved to Northwest Indiana.... thanks mom and dad. (I kid, I kid)

But, while I lived on the farm I was somewhat (TOTALLY) a tomboy. I played with guns, camo, dirt, and I kind of dressed like one too. Here are some of the examples of clothing choices I made: 

My uncle would send his old camo to us.....I wore them. As clothes.

Khols always had the best selection of cargos... in the boys section for me. 

These bad boys #forlife

My all time favorites looked like these (That my father bleached)

It got so bad that my dad was embarrassed to be seen with me when I dressed like this and he 'accidentally' (completely on purpose) bleached my beloved cargo pants and threw them away.... much to his she-grin I found them, got them out of the trash.... and still wore them. Because I was a boy. Pretty much. Minus the obvious lack in anatomy. After that he took matters even more into his own hands when Easter rolled around one year, and I refused to get out of my overalls. Yes. I'm telling the truth. My father took me to Nordstrom's and stuck me in the middle of a section of dresses and said, 'We aren't leaving till you pick one.' I cried. Bawled in the middle of the store. I pleaded. I asked him, "Why are you forcing me to....be...a....girl????? They dress so stupid.... do you want me to be slutty??" His response? "No, I just want people to know I don't have two sons.... go try this on." 

He really had a way with words. 

So I tried the dress on. We got it. I wore it for the next three Easters. 

It took me a while to come to grips with the fact that I had lady bits, I was a lady, and I was not a little farm boy anymore..... pretty much until I made it half way through high school. And I don't have those urges anymore like I used to, those longings for cargos, camo, and simpler times.... well, there is one thing. One item that I still crave from time to time to rock: 

I can't help it. They call my name. I LOVE overalls. LOVE LOVE LOVE. It's unhealthy. But it's who I once was and still desire to be sometimes. So there you have it, a little history on this face.

Be Afraid.

Happy almost Friday!