Monday, July 25, 2011

Bye 'til August!

Hi Friends. This is going to be a "HI" and a "BYE" for the duration of this week.

I so wish I could mix blogging with other endeavors but... it just won't do. It's a prolific week in my social life (that sounds lame but it will make more sense next week - though it will definitely still sound lame) AND I'm getting Keys to my new Apartment this week! I'm moving into a Studio Downtown to live all by my lonesome. I'm really, really happy with the place I've found; it's so adorable and in walking distance to my best friends, my gym, good restaurants and shops... oh I'm excited.
{pretttty much me packing except I'm fatter and do not own a hula hoop. As of right now, I'm wondering why.}

So while I pack and do everything I need to do, I'm going to spare myself the stress of trying to Blog and just sign off for a week! Besides, next week as I'll have new digs- I'll have something to actually write about. Whereas if I did it this week, every post would begin with "packing is hard".
But before I go, R-I-Sweet-P Amy Winehouse. I wasn't a mega-fan of hers but beyond her amazing voice which I enjoyed, I always had an attraction to her fabulous dark hair and her triumphant use of eyeliner (two of my fave things). When I hear of people lost to addiction, it makes me want to hug the people in my life who have already taken steps to avoid that path. RIP.
And finally, I think Mother Nature reads my Blog as she's been pumping out some Sun lately for us and I plan on enjoying it. I'll always forgive a Gal who rights her wrongs!

See you in August!

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Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Staying Close from Afar- what chu wearing?

The Boy and I SEXT.

Can you believe it? We Systematically Engineer Xpressional Texts to one another (isn't that what SEXT'ing means to you???)

Okay, you caught me Nancy Drew, these ain't yo' middle school, half-clothed pictures that keep evoking emergency legislation because some unfortunate teens made unfortunate naked decisions and unfortunately missed the memo that kids pass along text messages... but I digress, no- they aren't THOSE type of images.

These are pics like:

"Here's what I'm eating!"
"Here's my desk!"
"Here's my friends and me in the cab!"
"Here's the book I'm reading!"
"Here's the bench I'm looking at!"

Just pics throughout the entire day of anything and everything that's on our mind...you know, the stuff great love stories are all about. Kinda like my love affair with clothes which The Boy knows allll about. Thus, whenever we start our little "what are you wearing!" sessions, he always asks me to send him a picture of my outfit because he wants to see (that or he is just trying to pretend like he cares to win me over, awww).

Either way- I'm clearing out my phone pictures so here's a little dabbling into The Boy's inbox the last month:

Clockwise from Upper Left- Worn to: Work Worn to: In Nebraska, enduring the heat! Worn to: Going out with my Girls. Worn to: Taking myself out to dinner in California for work.

Soon I'll have to collage my end of the phone so you can see the 700 pics my BF sends me of him in various light-blue button-ups with Jeans. :)

What's your favorite secret communication form between you and your someone?
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Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Mother Nature's Roast

If I were a classless person, I would probably have a running diatribe right now on Mother Nature for this crappy, crappy Summer she's given us.

If I were a classless person I would probably call her a B*tch, a wh*re, a See You Next Tuesday and tell her her thighs look fat.

If I were a classless person I would surprise her while she's nonchalantly traveling down the street, pull her into some dark alley and hold her ransom at knifepoint until she decided to give us some Sun.

If I were a classless person, I would scream every single misogynistic word I know in the vain hope that Mother Nature realizes I'm talking about her and that she's being a total B*tch (and she looks fat).

If I were a classless person and I saw Mother Nature at the bar, she wouldn't be able to even blink before I dumped my drink on her head.

Good thing I'm not a classless person...

Thanks for this crappy weather Mother Nature Dearest, I absolutely loved wearing a sweater at work today!
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My Main Man is Rich, Famous & a Rodent.

Though it's highly juvenile, I'm way into my Mickey Mouse sweatshirt these days. It's not just the internal happiness I get from seeing his jovial face on my chest (ooo, sounds so naughty)- it's the delectable cut and the soft fabric and the fact that I had the good sense to get the Large instead of the Small because I wanted it to be all kinds of roomy.
{Kiesha, Miranda, Danica and I on First Thursday of this Month. I heart my stylish friends.}

AKA- it's a tent that is manipulated enough to look stylish. Oh praise be the Gods who invented that look. I don't even mind that it somehow manages to flatten me down like there's no tomorrow- seriously, where did my boobs go? Whooo cares, soooo comfortable.
{roaming downtown on a hot freezing July night...}

{I typically don't dress sooo obnoxious but it felt fun for a casual night out. Plus- it was FREEZING}

What do you think about wearing Disney?






{via}

Too Juvenile or too cute???
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Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Sangria for Everyone

{Dancing with The Boy}

Every few weeks, my friends and I hit up a Sunday DJ'ing event thrown through my friend Miranda's apparel design team. The parties pretty much embody all that is good about Summer- friends, live music, painfully hot sun and lots to sip on.
{goodness, I'm blonde. And we aren't throwing up reverse peace signs, they're something regarding her work.}

Not to mention, the fashion eye candy is amazing. I don't get a lot of the outfits and I don't like about as many as I love but regardless, they are SO fun to take in- people bust out the color pallettes, the brilliant sunnies... anything they can to see and be seen.
I'm wearing: American Apparel Interlock Asymettrical Dress. Like everything else from AA, I love it.
Though they have live music, undoubtedly, the Bell of the Ball is always the $20.00 Sangria carafes. They pop in your mouth and are rich in flavor... and bite- watch out!
After a few times attending this event, I went off in search of my own Sangria recipe because it's just too yummy.
Party Sangria

Prep Time: 5 minutes | Total Time: 5 minutes

Ingredients:

  • 1 Bottle of red wine (Cabernet Sauvignon, Merlot, Rioja, Zinfandel, Shiraz)
  • 1 Lemon cut into wedges
  • 1 Orange cut into wedges
  • 1 Lime cut into wedges
  • 2 Tbsp sugar
  • Splash of orange juice or lemonade
  • 2 Shots of gin or triple sec (optional)
  • 1 Cup of raspberries or strawberries (may use thawed or frozen)
  • 1 Small can of diced pineapples (with juice)
  • 4 Cups ginger ale

Preparation:

Pour wine into a large pitcher and squeeze the juice wedges from the lemon, orange and lime into the wine. Toss in the fruit wedges (leaving out seeds if possible) and pineapple then add sugar, orange juice and gin. Chill overnight. Add ginger ale, berries and ice just before serving. If you'd like to serve right away, use chilled red wine and serve over lots of ice. However, remember that the best Sangrias are chilled around 24 hours in the frig. - allowing the flavors to really marinate into each other.

Now get on sipping (after 5 PM of course...).

Recipe [here]. Sangria image [here].

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Tuesday, July 12, 2011

All Style, All Substance: RIP my Grandma Fran


{my beautiful, beautiful, beautiful Grandma}

After a fall which harmed her back and ultimately began her slow decline to the other side, my Grandma peacefully left us last Saturday. She died curled up in a cozy bed, surrounded by family and at peace with God and her faith- it's a death that we should all be so lucky to have.
{check out the pants. Love 'em}

However, it still stings to lose, oh how it stings. I never imagined a world without my Grandma in it. The following is probably largely due to her continually keeping up with her dye jobs but my Grandma had always seemed so youthful, healthy and indestructible. She poignantly observed the world around her and her astute knowledge of what's what remained with her up until the last few weeks of her life.

She was a woman grossly proud of her family and always knew the milestones that every member was involved in. I've never lived closer than 2,000 miles to my Grandma, yet she could tell her local Grocer everything about me and my life. She took great pride and unapologetic admiration in everyone close to her.

{My dad and his Mom at my Sister's wedding, April 2010}
Though she often tarried between a "tell-it-like-it-is approach" and an "everyone's fine, life is good" approach, her intent was always the same- to bring out the best, talk of the best and see the beauty in the footprint that everyone leaves on this world.
{seriously, she could not be cuter.}
My Grandma was a Lady to the very end. She always believed in the power of fashion and dressing appropriately for any event you went to. I tell you, I had one of the best dressed Grandmas but that's because (as evidenced in these images), my Grandma was long fashionable even before she had children. Fashion, put-togetherness and embracing being a woman came naturally to her - from the trendy outfits to the sophisticated hair, my Grandma always, always, always knew how to nail it.
{My Grandma (the brunette), her Mom and her siblings. Even as she aged she remained a vision.}
Despite this disposition and her great beauty, my Grandma could still be tough as nails. My late Papa who preceded her in Death in 2008, is not bound to me by blood. My biological Grandfather turned out to be not such a nice guy (see: untreated raging alcoholic) shortly after marrying my Grandma: he beat her, manipulated/controlled her and verbally accosted her regularly. Even though it was the 50s and she was a young woman with 3 young kids in tow (my Dad being one), she left him in the middle of the night and never looked back- an act almost unheard of given the context of the time.
{my Papa Bill and Grandma Fran}

She then met, fell in love and married my Papa Bill who adopted her 3 young children as his own and was the Father to my Grandma's 4th child, my wonderful Uncle Billy. Together, they created a life, a legacy, a family.

{The day Papa married my Grandma and her 3 children. How cute, I love my Dad's little face here.}


{Told you my Grandma always paid heed to appropriate fashion- seeing how this marriage to my Papa was her second wedding, there was no way she was going to wear White. She chose an interesting shade of blue and radiated in all of the images of this happy day.}

It's hard to describe what I will miss most about her as it hasn't fully digested that she's even gone yet. I will miss the cards she sends me and always hearing her greet me on the phone with a resounding "Hi Caitie!". I'll miss her laugh, her surprising knowledge of the Kardashian Sisters and her awe-inspiring, keen eye for fashion which had her looking and acting the part of a lady, at all times.
{Taken in 2007. RIP Papa Bill, 2008. RIP Grandma Fran, 2011}

Grandma, I miss you, I love you and there will always be a part of me that's right alongside you. Give Papa a huge kiss for me, pet Ruby for me (or kiss her, I miss that Dog more than words) and look after all of us down here- could definitely use your support, especially my Dad- who misses you immensely.
{My Grandma Fran and I in Sept. 2010, showing off our shoulders like Kim Kardashian. Her shoulder was much better than mine.}

Tá grá agam duit, Seanmháthair.
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Wednesday, July 6, 2011

It's a Do: The Bandeau

Whether used for layering an otherwise exposing top or letting the piece rock all on its own for a daring night out, I'm really into bandeau tops lately. They're super chic, effortlessly versatile and create an abundance of opportunity when it comes to creating the perfect outfit.
On the Left: Bandeau Top by Free People. Worn for an outdoor BBQ on a vineyard under my Free People top and DIY necklace 7/3/2011

On the Right: Bandeau top from Nordstrom Rack. Worn to a hip-hop party with my H&M sequined trouser jacket and American Apparel high-waisted pencil skirt.


Bandeau Tops






Do you bandeau? And if so- is it a bra, a top, a layering piece... or are you simply a bandeau-loving starlet and utilize it for all of the above?
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