12.08.2011

Wise Words from a Giant

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.














Images via Guerreisms.com

PS This is my 100th post! Happy 100th post to Me!

12.07.2011

Dressing for the Buffet

I have an odd relationship with Chinese buffets. In college, my best friends from the dorms and I had a tradition of all getting together at the local Chinese buffet to talk about our lives and stuff our faces with egg rolls and crab rangoon. I would also frequent the location for special occasions (hangovers) or when I had a craving for everything drenched in grease (hangovers).

You can imagine my sheer joy and excitement when I learned from my old coworker Jack that they were opening a Chinese buffet in LA right by his apartment. I. was. stoked. I haven't been there in a few months, and last week I got the craving for it big time. I made plans with Jack, and today is the big day that I return.

Now I don't encourage buffet eating for everyone. If you are going to be indecisive and talk about calories, don't come. And if you go, don't linger in front of the orange chicken, it's super annoying that I have to wait for you to decide how big of a portion you're going to get when I only know one portion size: heaping. I'm there to do one thing, and one thing only. Stuff my face and leave reeking of the feast I just enjoyed.

Perfect Chinese buffet outfit options:

This outfit is great because of the layering. By the end of the hot buffet, you'll be down to a tank and jeans, trust me.

This outfit is essentially a plaid tent. Could it be any more perfect for a buffet meal? No.

You know when you get home from the buffet you are going straight to bed feeling horrible about yourself. Save yourself some uncomfortable jean removal time, and just go to the buffet in your pajamas.
"Pajama chic" This makes you look a little less crazy, but still very comfortable. And you won't be sweating your way through the 5th and 6th courses.

"Who's that weirdo not wearing pants at a buffet? We better let her go in line before us." ...Need I say more?


Happy Buffet Eating, bitches.

12.06.2011

To Adele, With Love.

Guys, I have huge news. Not sure if I'm the last to find this out, but Adele officially has Twitter! Since I have yet to confess to you all about my Adele obsession in its entirety, I thought that today would be a perfect day to do so.

First, this video pretty much says it all: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QJuSCPxTUvo

Once you've finished watching this SNL skit, I'll explain to you when Adele and I were first introduced, and what blossomed into a full blown sick obsession.

It was the summer after my junior year of college, and I was staying at my friend Lauren's house for the summer. I had an internship, and as soon as I got home from it, I would turn on the TV and watch recorded episodes of So You Think You Can Dance. In my opinion, it was the best season ever. I was moved to tears (shut it, I cry easily) by more than one performance (Mia Michaels is a genius). One dance in particular was performed by Katee and Joshua, and I still YouTube it and get chills (go watch it, it will change your life: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yte-HphZEVc). The song that they danced to was Hometown Glory by Adele.

I had never heard of Adele, but I was immediately obsessed. She was my Pandora station, she was my everything. Sadly, or I guess not so sadly for her, she exploded in popularity in the last couple of years. Everyone knows Adele, everyone loves Adele. But I loved her first (or so I'd like to think).

So next time you turn on Someone Like You or Turning Tables or One and Only, belt the words out, shed a few tears, and remember that the love you have for Adele, I have times a billion.




Non- Adele Related Pics of the Day:

Sweaters and Jackets, hooray!







12.05.2011

Shear Genius

Well, well it's Monday once again. Isn't it great how the weekends fly by and then Monday seems to drag on for eternity? It's the best.

Today I want to share with you the ultimate gift I want for Christmas. Well, what I really need is a memory foam mattress topper since my bed is made of springs and misery, but that's already being taken care of by my sister. So, second on my list is a leather/shearling coat for this winter. It's thick enough for the non-bitter-coldness of winter here in LA, plus who doesn't love giant shearling lapels? That's what I thought.

Below, feast your eyes on the inspiration behind my big Christmas wish.

Currently listening to: Gone- N'Sync (Flashbacks to slow dancing with my 8th grade crush to this song.)













12.01.2011

Harper and Harley

After my hair-hating rant from yesterday, I actually stumbled across the most adorable blogger named Sara- from Aussie blog Harper and Harley who recently chopped off her locks. She looks adorable. It's making me reconsider loving my hair again. Isn't she precious? Damn it, I wish I could be from Australia. Mega jealous.









Go stalk her blog immediately if not sooner.