I live nowhere warm enough, but I love this. From asos.
Tired of me saying that yet? Yes, I am starting a new blog, but that does not mean the abandonment of this one. I am starting a street style blog named Sidewalk Glamour.
It will be a much less personal, more strictly focused blog that I will update at least once a week, guaranteed. Well, that was my big news and update. Back to paying attention in class...
I want. I need. Lust lust lussst. Demonia Charade-15 Retro Leopard Print Platform Shoes.
I'm about to go back to school.. I need to vamp it up, now! Retro pin-up attire please.
The Likes of You Dress from Mod Cloth.
I'm in love, it's so gorgeous. I just want to frolic through fields and sing love songs to the flowers.
We love your body. If we're in love with you, we love your body. Your potbelly, everything. Even if you're insecure about something, we love your body. You feel like you're not this or that? We love your body. We embrace everything. Because it's you.
Speaking of your body, you don't understand the power of your own smell. Any woman who is currently with a man is with him partly because she loves the way he smells. And if we haven't smelled you for a day or two and then we suddenly are within inches of you, we swoon. We get light-headed. It's intoxicating. It's heady.
We remember forever what you say about the bodies of other women. When you mention in passing that a certain woman is attractive — could be someone in the office, a woman on the street, a celebrity, any woman in the world, really — your comment goes into a steel box and it stays there forever. We will file the comment under "Women He Finds Attractive." It's not about whether or not we approve of the comment. It's about learning what you think is sexy and how we might be able to convey it. It's about keeping our man by knowing what he likes.
We also remember everything you say about our bodies, be it good or bad. Doesn't matter if it's a compliment. Could be just a comment. Those things you say are stored away in the steel box, and we remember these things verbatim. We remember what you were wearing and the street corner you were standing on when you said it.
Never complain about our friends — even if we do. No matter how many times we say a friend of ours is driving us crazy, you are not to pile on. Not because it offends us. But because it adds to the weight that we carry around about her.
Remember what we like. When I first started dating my husband, I had this weird fascination with the circus and clowns and old carnival things and sideshow freaks and all that. About a month after we started dating, he bought me this amazing black-and-white photo book on the circus in the 1930s, and I started sobbing. Which freaked him out. I thought, Oh, my God, I mentioned this three or four weeks ago and talked about it briefly, but he was really listening to me. And he actually went out and researched and found this thing for me. It was amazing.
We want you to order Scotch. It's the most impressive drink order. It's classic. It's sexy. Such a rich color. The glass, the smell. It's not watered down with fruit juice. It's Scotch. And you ordered it.
Stand up, open a door, offer a jacket. We talk about it with our friends after you do it. We say, "Can you believe he stood up when I approached the table?" It makes us feel important. And it makes you important because we talk about it.
No shorts that go below the knee. The ones almost like capri pants, the ones that hover somewhere between the kneecap and the calf? Enough with those shorts. They are the most embarrassing pants in the world. They should never be worn. No woman likes those.
Also, no tank tops. In public at least. A tank top is underwear. You're walking around in your underwear. Too much.
No man should be on Facebook. It's an invasion of everyone's privacy. I really cannot stand it.
You don't know this, but when we come back from a date, we feel awkward about that transition from our cute outfit into sexy lingerie. We don't know how to do this gracefully. It's embarrassing. We have to find a way to slip into another room, put on the outfit as if it all happened very easily, and then come out and it's: Look at me! Look at the sexy thing I've done! For you, it's the blink of an eye. It's all very embarrassing. Just so you know.
Panties is a wonderful word. When did you stop saying "panties"? It's sexy. It's girlie. It's naughty. Say it more.
About ogling: The men who look, they really look. It doesn't insult us. It doesn't faze us, really. It's just — well, it's a little infantile. Which is ironic, isn't it? The men who constantly stare at our breasts are never the men we're attracted to.
There are better words than beautiful. Radiant, for instance. It's an underused word. It's a very special word. "You are radiant." Also, enchanting, smoldering, intoxicating, charming, fetching.
Marriage changes very little. The only things that will get a married man laid that won't get a single man laid are adultery and whores. Intelligence and humor (and your smell) are what get you laid. That's what got you laid when you were single. That's what gets you laid when you're married. Everything still works in marriage: especially intelligence and humor. Because the sexiest thing is to know you.
via: Esquire
Somedays, we all need a breather from the hustle and bustle of real life. Today was mine. I withheld most contact to the outside world in order to meditate and focus on my own smaller universe. This morning I had breakfast with my grandfather, grandmother, father, aunt, and sister for Father's Day. Then we went to the mall where I indulged in two black and white striped pieces and a leopard babydoll tube top. I also purchased the infamous "cross ring" from F21 and some "hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil" monkey earrings. Of course, I sent little "I love you"s to my boyfriend and still updated my facebook, but I remained by myself for the day. People kept asking me to do little tasks such as "put pictures up from last night" or "come do a photoshoot of my band" but I refused. I needed some time to myself. This week I worked two jobs Tuesday-Saturday, so today was a much needed day off. I have come to realise that I probably will have no glorious summer vacation what with working 30 hours a week at my new job, so these days alone will be needed as mini-vacations. I feel so much more at peace and my stress has reduced by leaps and bounds. Whew, exhale, I feel lovely. <3
I'm madly in love with these boots. From Luisaviaroma. Detail pics from Sea of Shoes. I have been lusting ove the ankle boots but now that I've seen the thigh highs.. I'm madly in love. BE MINE!!!
The Belle Starr Over The Knee Boot from Free People... damage: $358. Worth it if you have the cash. I usually hate western wear but these are simply amazing.
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Is is just me or does the JC Earnest look like a complete knock of the Chloe Doc combat boot from f/w 2007??
The Chloe:
Last night my boyfriend and I went on a date to see Alice in Wonderland. (Amazing, I reccomend.) There were so many different costume changes for Alice, and those completely captivated me. My favorite dress was this red and black "made from curtains" dress. My bf even turned to me and said he loved it, which I responded with an astonished look and said "you're actually interested in fashion!??!" then I was proud of him. But back to the dress. I did some research and lo and behold, Colleen Atwood was the designer. Of course, Tim Burton loves having her design pieces for his movies. (She did the dress I would KILL for from Sleepy Hollow) She said she was determined to not make "cookie cutter" Alice dresses that anyone could buy at a costume shop or drugstore. I love her adaptation so much better. This dress is amazing, and I'm determined to attain something similar to it or just make something like it to wear everywhere I can.
Here's the sleepy hollow one:
So, I work at Tarjay, shoot me right? Anyways, I have a love-love relationship with the dollar bin there. LAst month I bought.. FOAM AXES from it. I went to the checklane with my basket full of six foam axes and declared that I was starting a war. With that statement I was informed that the back room had been having an ongoing battle since the arrival of the dollar foam weaponry... amazing. Well lately the dollar bin has been full of crappy St. Patrick's Day green hats and socks ect... until Wedneday when they brought in the Easter stuff. I was so excited as soon as I laid my eyes on these bunny ears... (my boyfriend has a love of bunnies-- notice his arm tattoos) so after work I bought five pairs and decided to have a bunny night with my friends. We finally got around to it last night, and this is the result. We played charades from about midnight till two.. by that time we were all basically asleep and picking easy words just so we coul dbe done with our turn. All in all, it was a great night. I love my friends.
Oh, and enjoy my attempts to take an outfit picture:
Monday night my sister, boyfriend, and I randomly decided to make and decorate cupcakes. We only had white frosting so I improvised with some cherry juice to make mine pink. After we had each consumed at least three tons of frosting we all ran around like crazies, than crashed even harder. It was awesome.