Alas, the time has come for me to depart from all of you and head off to the wonderful winter wonderland known as St. Louis, Missouri. I hope you all have the best holiday season, and don't get too drunk on NYE!
As you all probably know by now, I'm heading out for Christmas vacation on Saturday morning and I won't be back for 17 sweet, sweet days. I have been waiting for this vacation for a VERY long time, and I can't wait to be back home to celebrate the holidays with my friends and family. It's going to be marvelous.
Unfortunately, with my parent's sad excuse for an internet connection, I will be off the radar for quite a bit of time. I won't be able to update my blog until I get back to civilization on the 3rd. It's okay guys, I'm sad about it too. Just follow me on Twitter and you can trace my every move (@meganmccalla)
But when I get back I'll get to tell you all about the goodies I got for Christmas, and tell you how New Years went and how many guys I made out with. I'll try to keep track, but I know there's going to be so many it's going to be hard to remember all of their names. Make sure you guys remember as much as you can about your holidays so we can swap stories.
And now, without more adieu. I give you the outfit inspirations behind my NYE 2012 look. Hint: pink and red will play a large role in the outfit (Yes, PINK, I know crazy). As will a large amount of bracelets and possibly some animal print.
Based on the title of this post, you should know what I'm going to rant about today. It's the dreaded- GIFT CARD. Now most people prefer to get gift cards over an actual present because they can buy whatever their heart desires. I, on the other hand, start to panic when I receive a gift card. And that panic follows me all the way to the store when I have to actually use it.
My problem with gift cards is that I really want to use it to get the best possible item that I can find. As soon as I get into the store, I start to sweat profusely. I wander around the racks looking for a timeless, classic piece that I can incorporate into my wardrobe for years and years to come. I end up finding something completely useless and what I will most likely wear once or twice and never put on again.
It's hopeless. Every single time I have a gift card, I end up with buyers remorse. The sad part is, it really shouldn't matter either way. It's not like I spent my hard earned money on it, so why does it matter? It just does, ok??
So if you want to get me something, but you're not sure what. Take cues from the images below:
Christmas is getting dangerously close. This means that I should have presents for all of my loved ones taken care of and fully ready to be taken back with me to the good ole Midwest. Instead I have pretty much bought no presents for anyone, and I keep thinking of more things I need to get before I head back for 17 glorious days.
One of these things that I "need" to get before I head back is a pair of tan ankle boots. If you look at the bottom of my closet, I have about 6 pairs of black ankle boots. Not exaggerating. But I don't have any pairs of brown or tan boots! Can you believe it?? Me neither. It's blasphemous.
But I need all of your help in deciding which boots to get. I trust your fashion judgement since I'm only friends with people who fully know how to dress themselves. Based on the shoes below, which ones should I get?? Such a tough decision.
Whoever this is looks super cute in tan boots! This could be me!
These are my ideal brown boots, I will probably be searching for them forever.
If I get these boots, I too can lay in the grass all day taking pictures of my boots. A girl can dream.
I like these a lot, but I'm not sure about the color. Is this color better? Or.. worse?? Are these too high on the ankle?? Are these hideous?? Are these too orange??
This weekend seriously kicked my ass. Anyone else? I feel like I was beaten with a bat at some point, my body is all types of sore. Sadly, this is probably from all of the dancing I did on the dance floor rather than any form of real exercise. My friend Jaclyn was in from out of town, so we made it our mission to drink a substantial amount on Saturday night (okay, day and night).
With Christmas only a couple weeks away, my sister and parents have been asking me what I want for Christmas. Usually I have a few things that I want such as luggage or a purse or SOMETHING. This year, the only thing I really want is a ton of lipstick and nail polish.
I feel like with any outfit, you can add an instant punch of fun and color with a great lipstick and nail color. Both are relatively inexpensive and are fun to experiment with new colors.
Hopefully after Christmas, I'll have a bunch of new makeup to play with!
I'm going to be honest with you guys, I'm a fucking giant. Ok maybe not a giant, but I'm tall as shit. I grew up being the tallest girl in class pretty much every year until boys started to catch up in high school (thank god puberty finally kicked in for them).
I haven't gone to the doctor in awhile, but last time I checked I clocked in at 5'9. When I went home for Thanksgiving break a few weeks ago, my sister looked at me and said... "Have you been growing..?" Me- "Um, no" Then my aunt walks into the kitchen a couple minutes later and she says, "Wow, you've really gotten tall." By then, I thought they were playing a joke on me. But I looked around the kitchen, and I actually was taller than everyone- by a lot. I'm even taller than my dad now which is just embarrassing.
The next day, while shopping at a store, my mom wanted me to pick up a coffee maker that was on a high top shelf. Another woman with her young son also wanted the same coffee maker. I said that I could easily get it. I barely go on my tippy toes, and I grab two coffee makers from the top shelf. I hand one to the woman, and while we are walking away I hear the child say to his mother, "Wow, mom how did she do that?!?" The mother responds, "She's tall! And hopefully you'll grow to be that tall too!"
I've become a circus freak.
So to all you short people, don't act like being tall is the best. You have a full dating pool of all heights of men, you can be described as "cute" and most importantly, you can rock heels everyday without becoming the height of a WNBA player. God, I would love to wear heels without being taller than every man and woman in the room. But I can't. And it blows.
Below are shoes I would wear if I weren't scary tall.