When you explain to a woman that you can’t date her because of her size, what you are really saying is:
You know how sometimes you just know? You KNOW that was the right job to take. You KNOW moving to that new city was just right. You KNOW that coffee and caramel and whip cream all go together. You just KNOW.
Imagine walking into a room and just KNOWING that what was across the way was meant for you. Sure, you might pass by it trying to convince yourself that your mind is just playing tricks on you. You try to amuse yourself with other distractions as to forget about what you knew when you first walked in. You try to ignore that feeling in the pit of your stomach and the increased beats of your heart. You might even try to fill that space that you KNOW is supposed to be filled with just this one thing, with other things instead.
But sometimes you just know. So, finally you drift over to that part of the room where THAT THING is waiting on you. You reach out for just a soft touch and before you know it, arms are intertwined and you lose all inhibition.
That folks, is what it felt like when I went into Target recently. This furry vest drew me in like a moth to a flame. I tried other areas of the store for comfort. I am not supposed to be buying new clothes anyway so I needed to just put it out of my mind. Ok, maybe I’ll buy something new, but there is no reason for me to own a pink furry vest. I will just buy shoes instead. Nope. Nothing satisfied. I finally go over to try the vest on and convince myself that it just didn’t look right. I didn’t need the added layers on my body. Where would I really wear it to anyway? We just weren’t a match, I told myself. It would never work.
So, I left it. Hanging here for someone else to love. I’ll never be the same.
Even though this was maybe written a bit dramatically for a fur vest, it resembles my life more than I care to talk about. I cannot keep letting things get away just because I convince myself that I shouldn’t have them! If you KNOW something, if you feel it in all your bones and your heart beats faster for it…..then you have to go after it. It doesn’t have to to work. It doesn’t have to be the greatest thing you’ve ever done. But it cannot go unapproached. It just can’t!
Farewell pink furry vest of greatness. I will never forget the lesson you have taught me.
When is it ok to wear sequins to work?
Hooray for a new week! Some of my favorite outfits are up on deck this week to show you from shopping in my closet as well as some of my favorite stories and life lessons to go with them! You’re going to see lots of repeats this week. That was what made putting these together so fun, that I had so many pieces that worked with so many different things!!!
In the theme of repeats, I figured we might as well talk about repeat boys. Before your mind starts wondering to places it shouldn’t in reference to repeats (especially you people from my home town that know what a stupid teenager I was), let me clarify. I mean those repeat offenders that you keep letting back into your life when they have proven so often that they don’t deserve to be there. You know, the ones that you just can’t seem to cut ties with? Maybe you’re not always the one bringing them back in, but when they show up, you don’t object. If repeat offenders were one of those punch cards that when you fill up you get free food, I would have been able to feed my whole family last week! Was there an old flame haunting convention in town and I missed it?
I am going to try really hard to make this short and sweet when every typing bone in my body could get started and not stop until at least a few chapters were written on just this subject. In my complete education from the School of Hard Knocks and extreme lack of education in the area of psychology and other “guru doctorness”……here are my reasons/revelations as to why the only repeats I want in my life moving forward are good outfits, good movies and good songs on loop! Although the following is more of a “me preaching to me” session, I am guessing there is someone else that needs to read it too!
As usual, I rattled way more than I intended to! I hope that you get what I am saying and that you truly understand how precious you and that big ol’ heart of yours are! Let’s end the repeat boys right there and get over to some good repeats, like this outfit! :) This chami was purchased for less than a Sonic drink and goes with SO MANY things in my closet! First up, is how it looks with this cardigan. Don’t you just love a long cardigan? I will have to have the same talk with myself as I do every year. I will stand in the mirror and say “Alicia, you cannot wear a cardigan every single day this fall/winter. You have to give the other great pieces in your closet some love too!”.
Before you go, can we also just please take a minute to drool over these FABULOUS shoes and that great hat? My exchange student insisted that I bring the hat into the wardrobe family and I am so glad she did!! These shoes. Well, these shoes are filling a hole that no man could fill anyway right now! :p
Before I even start this post, I need you to understand that I am sometimes (ok, always) random and a tiny bit weird. I often wonder if some of the things that go on in my head also go on in other people’s heads. I am convincing myself that they do and I am relying on those people showing up to read this blog. The rest of you, well, you were warned. :)
When I saw this dress online a while back, I was completely drawn to it for two reasons. One, I love the style of being a bit 50’s-ish. Secondly, funerals. Whether you want to admit it or not, or whether you think I’m a total loon, every girl needs a funeral dress. Obviously, this dress is fabulous enough to work for tons of other functions, but I primarily bought it for funerals. Clearly, I don’t sit around anticipating another’s death. I also don’t mean for it to seem as if I treat a funeral like a fashion show.
I do, however, feel like it’s important to look classy and a bit reserved for such an occasion (it’s really the only occasion I believe this for, by the way). You cannot go wrong with pearls (even if they are fake) and a black dress. When I came across this dress I realized that I didn’t have a dress that fit my “funeral belief system” and when I discovered that I could snag this for $20, I jumped right on it. Now, all I need is for someone to die. JUST KIDDING!!!!! I just knew that once I coupled this with my pearls and black heels, that I was definitely going to win any Audrey Hepburn costume contests!
Once the dress arrived, I tried it on and realized it was THE PERFECT funeral dress for any funeral……..except mine. I started thinking about how I would make my funeral different from most (because I always want to be different and MAYBE I have a few control issues – even in my own death). I can respect a classy funeral, after all, I just bought a dress for that exact event. But, I need funeral fun. So, in the event of my untimely death, I am publishing my funeral wishes for all of the interwebs to see……..and maybe to also make sure enough people see it so that my mom feels obligated to carry it out versus putting me in a button up cardigan and pearls! :) Weird? Probably so. Cares? Zero.
Unless you’re an ex that broke up with me and realized how incredibly stupid that decision was and now it’s too late to do anything about it.
I’m pretty sure that the fact that my chest will be stiff should be taken advantage of. Gravity has taken over my boobs these days, so death may cause them to be stiff enough to go back where they were in my twenties and I don’t want to waste it.
Bold red lipstick though, not “I just crawled out of my pimp’s car to go to a job” red.
I don’t want someone up there talking about anything boring. I just want people to tell funny stories. Let me know if you need me to draft a script for everyone.
This one is the most important. It would be great if P!nk is still alive to just have her come do a few tunes. If she’s not, anything upbeat that makes you wanna do a Rocky Balboa, stair type run will do. It won’t even hurt my dead feelings if everyone breaks out into spontaneous dance. If you REALLY loved me, you would all burst out into Don’t Stop Believin mid-funeral.
Everyone at my funeral should be dressed in something bold and fun. I don’t need it looking like a circus freak show….but getting out of your comfort zone is the least you can do for my death wish, right?
Preferably in inflatable form, will do in lieu of flowers. If there are flowers, leave the carnations out of it. I don’t know why they got the dirty job of being the funeral flower, but they are not for me.
First, I want a casket that you can write on. Have colorful sharpies available and leave me a good love note. I’ll know if you skip that part in the line and I will haunt you forever. :) I kid! Next, it needs to include lights. Fun lights on the outside (that could potentially move to the music) and good, Hollywood type lighting around my face that accentuates my red lipstick and long eyelashes. Forgot to mention that before. The eyelashes need to be long. I won’t hate you if you pick ones from the Halloween costume aisle that have a little sparkle to them.
Cover my grave in glitter. Unless you’re my friend James. He hates glitter, so he gets a pass. The disco balls are for tombstone decorations, mostly because in all my years in advertising, nobody has let me incorporate it into any of my campaigns. Actually, anyone who can pull off a real, spinning disco ball as my tombstone will get extra points. I’ll be sure to put in a good word for you with the big man once I meet him.
I think that gets us started. I feel like if you all start with this list, the creative juices will continue to flow and my funeral will be an epic blowout.
I think we can safely say that I feel comfortable with you people to share my weirdness so openly with. Don’t leave me hanging! Share one fun thing you would do at your funeral and reassure me that I’m at least a lovable weirdo! :)
Dress (completely customizable): Eshakti
Necklace: Sam Moon
Shoes: Nine West