5 things my friends don't know about me...but do now...
1.) I make coffee just to smell the aroma
2.) I pre-roll in public restrooms...what is a pre-roll you ask? It's when you take the first couple sheets off the roll of toilet paper...who knows what germs can be on there from the last user!
3.) I am lactose intolerant. Too much dairy gives me the farts.
4.) I sometimes pretend I'm on a cooking show when I make dinner, announcing step by step instructions.
5.) I should be working right now but instead...i blog.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Life without style
I don't consider myself an unstylish person but I'm not necessarily a trend setter either. I love clothes but don't have the patience nor wallet to purchase fashionista type items. I work in an office full of young "Trendy Wendys" who look as though they receive style tips from Vogue each morning. White is the new in color? They'll be wearing it before the sun rises. I often see some of the girls walk by me and give me a once over. So what if I'm wearing the same style shirt (but in a different color) as I did the day before or if my two big toenails have remnants of last summer's pedicure (which was over 5 months ago)?
I remember growing up wearing my sister's hand-me-downs. We didn't have much money growing up. We were immigrants and my parents struggled to keep us fed so we didn't care that our clothes came from local thrift shops or that our shoes were Kmart brands. As an adult, I still watch my spendings but do splurge every now and then...after all who can resist a new Kate Spade bag?...especially if it's on sale???
So why is it that 20+ years later I still feel like the nerdy girl in a classroom of Barbie dolls? The girls at work have yet to say something about my lack of style or unrefined taste but their half cracked smiles and their not-so-subtle glances says it all. I watch as they walk by me. Their eyes seem to trail...first it's a glance at my worn out shirt (which has a slight hole in it because my ring snagged it acouple of months ago but I have yet to throw it out cause its so comfortable) then the eyes go to my washed out khakis (which has a slight pen mark on the left pocket cause my husband forgot to empty his pockets on laundry day) and finally the eyes fall all the way down to the pair of half-off last season pumps. They finally realize I am watching them and they manage to crack a smirk as they walk off with their hips swaying side to side.
It's a repetitive pattern that happens every now and then but I don't care. Heck, my clothes and stylings may not be runway quality but damn it- I sure look good in my kate spade.
I remember growing up wearing my sister's hand-me-downs. We didn't have much money growing up. We were immigrants and my parents struggled to keep us fed so we didn't care that our clothes came from local thrift shops or that our shoes were Kmart brands. As an adult, I still watch my spendings but do splurge every now and then...after all who can resist a new Kate Spade bag?...especially if it's on sale???
So why is it that 20+ years later I still feel like the nerdy girl in a classroom of Barbie dolls? The girls at work have yet to say something about my lack of style or unrefined taste but their half cracked smiles and their not-so-subtle glances says it all. I watch as they walk by me. Their eyes seem to trail...first it's a glance at my worn out shirt (which has a slight hole in it because my ring snagged it acouple of months ago but I have yet to throw it out cause its so comfortable) then the eyes go to my washed out khakis (which has a slight pen mark on the left pocket cause my husband forgot to empty his pockets on laundry day) and finally the eyes fall all the way down to the pair of half-off last season pumps. They finally realize I am watching them and they manage to crack a smirk as they walk off with their hips swaying side to side.
It's a repetitive pattern that happens every now and then but I don't care. Heck, my clothes and stylings may not be runway quality but damn it- I sure look good in my kate spade.
First Entry
In an attempt to get the voices out of my head (they tend to ramble a lot) I've started this blog so they have an outlet to be heard (by someone other than me). Please check by ever so often to read my ramblings about everyday life...and then some.
Sit back, relax, and flip me some pez will ya?
Sit back, relax, and flip me some pez will ya?
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