Thursday, January 27, 2011

Snow, Snow, Go Away!

Snowy days are meant for cozy clothes, cozy couches, cozy hot chocolate, and cozy books. In short, you're meant to be warm and cozy on a day such as today. Unfortunately, I was stuck in an office in front of computer for more hours than I would have liked, although in an admittedly very cozy outfit at least. So when I finally got home this evening, I decided to replicate the sort of day I wished I'd had. It was lovely even if it only lasted a short while. Now, I need all of this snow to be cleared up quickly, as I have a long day on the road ahead of me again tomorrow!
In case it wasn't abundantly obvious, I was stuck taking my own pictures again tonight. But it's good practice for me. I will choose to view this as an opportunity to learn and improve, rather than sulk and complain.

Cardigan: Mossimo (Target)
Striped Sweater: H&M
Maxi Dress: Sparkle & Fade (Urban Outfitters)
Fishy Necklace: Vintage (eBay)
Tights: Target
Cozy Book: Everything is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer (highly recommended)

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Life Cont.

In other Life news, my first niece, Luciana Elizabeth, was born on November 30 at 8:42 AM, weighing in at 8lbs 3oz and 20 3/4 inches long! She is the most precious, beautiful, tiny little peanut that I have ever rested my eyes upon. I am totally and completely smitten.

My brother called to inform me of the news around 9:00 AM, and I was stuck in another city with meetings for work, but as soon as my first meeting was over (and second was thankfully cancelled), I drove straight to my parents' house, hopped in their car, and we were off to the hospital where little Lucy was waiting to meet us.

Luckily for my sister-in-law, the labor and delivery was a fairly quick process. Luckily for Lucy, this meant she didn't have that strange squished newborn head. Luckily for me, she DID have that wonderful new baby smell. I don't know why they smell so good, but you know that they do. It was very difficult to share with the grandparents, and parents, but you know, we managed.

I, of course, came bearing gift of shoes. I knit these suckers up for her just a couple days prior to her birth, and while I do not normally condone the wearing of Uggs, and as her aunt and godmother will forbid her from wearing grown-up versions, everything miniature sized (and knit!) is so much cuter!

And we've all been able to see each other every couple of weeks at least since her birth. Thank goodness for only living an hour away!

Sneaking a kiss from the slumbering Princess while we were visiting for my brother's birthday about a month later. Obviously my brother was all but ignored. I think he understood.

All together now: AWWWWWWW!

Proudest Abuelito Ever.

Outfit details from my brother's birthday celebration.
Dress: Tucker (Target)
Sweater: Gap (Clothing Exchange)
Belt: Vintage (AA PTO Thrift Shop)
Tights: Target
Boots: Jeffrey Campbell (Urban Outfitters)
Sweet Silver Headband: Stolen from the wrapping of one of my brother's gifts
Healthy Snack: Orange

And if you're wondering, I, of course, got Lucy her first pair of Leopard Print Heels for Christmas. What else could a good Aunt possibly get for her first, and most adorable, niece?

Friday, January 21, 2011

Wrapping Up

So, I have one last shoot that was taken before the end of the year and the extended hiatus of my blogging. I will tie it up in a nice neat little package and share it with you now.

On Halloween, my friend and I took a road trip to a Corn Maze. The corn was mostly shriveled, trampled, and generally dismal in appearance by this point in the season. It was also very windy and COLD that day. Despite these things, or maybe even because of them, my friend and I had a blast, stomping around the maze, finding the check points, and solving the barnyard mystery!

I feel that my outfit failed me on several counts. Not least of which being that my tights wouldn't stay up. Luckily, my friend so thoughtfully caught me in the midst of the delicate process of hoisting them back up so that I could share the moment with you. I will tell him that you say "Thank you."

I was also not dressed nearly warmly enough for the chill. I swear it was warmer when we left town! But you can't win them all. You can just document, post for the world to see, and then move on, and try not to make the same mistake again. Only different mistakes for me, please!

On the way out, we found this ruinous truck, which kind of made up for the saggy tights. Mostly.

Jacket: Urban Outfitters
Undershirt: Sparkle & Fade (Urban Outfitters)
Thermal: Sparkle & Fade (Urban Outfitters)
Jumper Dress: Free People
Saggy Sweater Tights: Target
Boots: Steve Madden (TJ Maxx)
Bag: ? (eBay)

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

What happens when the computer stays off?

If you responded "Life," go ask your boss for a raise, my friend, because you have what I like to call deductive reasoning skills. So, a lot of life has happened to me in the past couple of months. Some of it good and some of it not so good.

Starting where I left off here, with my spectacularly good intentions of going through my wardrobe and picking out my 30 items for the 30 for 30 challenge...well I really meant it when I said that. But you see, Life had other plans for me. Those other plans revealed themselves the next evening when I got home from a long day at work revved up to pick out my 30 items. I walked into my room, and halted causing my friend to bump into me from behind. Then he saw what I saw and said "You really have the worst luck, don't you." Staring at the contents of my closet sprawling into the middle of my room, I said "Yes" and turned around, walked back out of my apartment and went to straight to tango. I wanted to be mad. I wanted to cry. But I mostly just stared into space, apathetic. It's true - I have terrible luck. I'm almost too used to this sort of thing happening to get angry about it anymore. My beautiful large closet, in my beautiful large apartment had collapsed. For once in my life I had a closet that could actually fit everything in it comfortably, not realizing that the closet wasn't really so comfortable with that situation.

That night when I got home from tango, I walked past the mess of clothes and spare linens oozing out of my closet, trying not to think about the wreckage, and climbed into bed. I would deal with it tomorrow.

The next morning, I was thankful to have the day off work (thank you Veterans for your service), mostly because I wasn't about to dig through that pile of wreckage in the wee hours of the morning to find an outfit. No thanks, I would have worn the exact same outfit as the previous day. As luck would have it (for my co-workers), I didn't have to even change out of my p-jammers. I steeled myself to the task at hands, and began emptying my closet of all of it's contents. I wish I'd taken pictures of the mess, but I wasn't in that frame of mind. What I do have are pictures of the damage in the desolate space.

Clearly a sturdy system...

Always looking for the lesson, and the silver lining, I decided that this was sign that it was high time I conducted another purge on my closet. So I took a picture of the mountain of clothing now inhabiting my bed, and sent my tango ladies an invitation to the next installment of our Clothing Exchange.


Over the next couple of weeks, I spent every evening, trying on, sorting, and purging my way through that mountain. Every morning, I would get dressed off of the top. This provided daily sartorial challenge, interest, and frustration. Finally, however, I sorted through everything and I was ready to put my much lighter load back into my closet.

The building manager came out the night before the Clothing Exchange, and put that sucker back up. He even added a few extra support bars, just in case. I was confident that this would be more than enough to hold my clothes securely. After all he's added more support and I had reduced the load by a significant amount! This was great! The next morning, I prepared for the evenings festivities, putting all of my clothing carefully back into my closet (oh, and so beautifully and perfectly organized. Exactly what I always wanted my closet to be!), cleaned like a maniac, and purchased and prepared edibles.

The ladies arrived, bringing neglected clothing of their own to add to my mountainous contribution, smiles, and general good cheer. The evening was perfect. I will have to tell you of my love of the Clothing Exchange on another occasion, because this tale is far from finished. At the end of the evening, the ladies carted off their hauls and I folded, boxed, and bagged the remainder to go to Salvation Army. Cleaning up the debris from the evening, I felt great satisfaction and happiness. There is nothing better than sharing good clothing and good cheer. And as I went to bed that I night, I smiled so happily at my perfectly organized closet.

This went on for a week and a half. Every day smiling in the morning and in the evening at my beautifully organized closet. In the meantime, the year was drawing to an end, and I was having dreams of finishing the organization and final unpackings of my room before the New Year began. As I got home one afternoon from work, filled to the brim with plans for finishing off my room, and finally FINALLY being done with it, I walked in and halted. You have got to be KIDDING me. You CANNOT be SERIOUS! There on my bedroom floor, sprawled like that unfortunate soul who gets too exited about ALCOHOL and passes out in the middle of the party before midnight, was my closet in all of her no-longer-hanging-up glory. I turned around, sat myself on the couch, turned on the TV, emailed the building manager, and proceeded to look for new closet systems on my own. I informed my building manager, that I would like him to please just come and remove everything from the walls, and patch it up and that I would be building my own closet, thank you very much.

The next weekend, amid family, and funerals, and general business, I bought and built myself a new closet. It is now a week and a half since I put that closet up with my very own hands, and it is still in place, smiling happily back at me every morning and every evening.

So now, finally, I have a closet to hold my clothes. Pray that it stays up for me, won't you please?