If a librarian from the 1950s decided to move to 2017 and have a little fun. This outfit post is for her. Continue reading Outfit Post: Vintage Look. Bow Blouse
It’s not that I’m incapable or disinterested in cooking anything else. It’s not that my taste buds are dead or boring party poopers. So what’s my freaking problem?! Why the same meal every night? Continue reading Two new recipes a month.
These people show up to the cafe section with their child– and before you scoff, I’ve got two children of my own– and you know what they do upon their arrival? Proceed to disrupt the thought processes of everyone around them. I get it. People have got to eat. And people have got to keep their kids entertained. But, tell me, what sort of self-absorbed … Continue reading The Barnes and Noble People From Hell: A Rant
I know you probably haven’t met me in person, but if you had, I could probably ask you that question in the title and you’d probably have an answer for me. The reason for this? I’m pretty damn sure I have an inner ear problem because I apparently can’t not talk loudly. According to various sources– some near and some far away– I am always the … Continue reading Talk Like a Lady
Parents, let me ask you a question. If your kids had to come up with a nickname to describe a negative personality trait of yours that, to your chagrin, you haven’t been able to shield them from, what would that name be? Bossy Pants? Angry Man? Toilet Hogger? Screaming Banshee? Mr. Hypocrisy? Endless Talker? Or perhaps, Ms. What-does-listening-mean-I’ve-never-heard-of-it? A recent conversation with my daughter … Continue reading Grumpy Mom
This, of course, is according to my mother. As most of you know, it is World Cup season. And as many of you also know, I have a problem with ladylike quiet. I am also a huge sports fan, an adrenaline junkie and a nut for competition. Combine all of these with my inner ear problem and a mother who is my exact opposite and … Continue reading I’m An Embarrassment to My Mother and Women Everywhere
So I decided that I am decidedly sick of having to deal with hair. I think, “Maybe I should just chop it all off again.” I promptly remember that I’ll regret it in a month. I sit in my neighborhood Starbucks and a girl walks in with the coolest mohawk, the sides of her hair buzzed with the cutest subtle lines. UGH I want that. … Continue reading Oh Goodness… I’m That Lady.
When I was but a little lady, I dreamed, as I suppose most girls do, of living in a lovely home with lots of girlie things. As teenagers my sister and I got a fresh coat of lavender purple on our bedroom walls and I swear it felt like the room glowed in a way that only fairy tale rooms do. Everything seemed to change. … Continue reading Unabashedly Feminine
It’s nice to be thrifty but…. Damn is it nice to do things for oneself. Listen, I am the Queen of Thrifty and “Is it on sale?” and “Hell no, that’s way too much money!” I hate spending money, especially on myself. Well let me rephrase that: I used to hate it, now I just find it uncomfortable. It’s a thing I learned indirectly from … Continue reading Nailed It… By a Hair.
Let me begin by saying that I’m a fairly classy girl. I believe myself to be, and I am. But gosh darn it… I’m sitting in the dentist’s chair trying my damnedest not to let the ashy, white line carved landscape of my heels show. I stretch my toes out, arching ballerina style. I cross my legs to get some angles. I curse myself and … Continue reading Cracked Feet/ Fairly Classy Girl