Monday, February 28, 2011

Inspired By: Maxi Dresses

My friend Molly loves this blog. Not sure why, kidding! Because I'm the shit. Kidding again. Anyway, I saw Molly this weekend and she screamed out for everyone we were with to stalk my blog. To her surprise and my delight, people exclaimed, "I already read it!" Guess this shit and pointless stories aren't totally going to waste. (Insert thumbs up symbol here)

Molly loves shoutouts. Hi Moll. Thanks for taking these pictures of me. (Molly took this in hopes that they would make it on the blog) You made it big, congrats, Moll!

Enough pointlessness for one day so let me tell you about my ensemble. This weekend I had a dance to go to and while everyone wears short dresses I decided to spruce it up a bit and opted for the maxi dress, woot woot. This maxi is from Urban Outfitters and is Ecote.

I'm off to take a nap. I'm tired, sick, and my feet are still in a permanent high heel arch from dancing the night away in mah Fryes. Peace, loyal followers.

If you'll kindly excuse my awkward and odd shaped face for one minute and focus your attention on my necklace. Fancy, right? Yup, it's my mom's.

Of course I couldn't resist wearing my new Frye heels in public. They needed to be seen, and not just on this blog.

Inspired,
Amanda

Friday, February 11, 2011

Inspired By: Farmer Chic

Here's an entertaining pointless story for all of you. My high school is really big so I of course do not know everyone. So, yesterday I was walking to class and felt myself being tugged in the opposite direction. "Who the hell is grabbing me?" I asked myself. More like what is grabbing me. I turned around to find that my sweater was stuck to a stranger's backpack.

Well this is just swell. How do I get myself out of this. Don't cry, Amanda. Whatever you do, do not cry. (I'm a crier). I developed the courage to speak to this stranger and I said, "Excuse me sir, excuse me." He turned around and was not amused. "What?" He asked. "I'm stuck on you!" He still had no idea what was going on. So instead of bother this poor innocent stranger I decided to tug at my poor Michael Kors holey sweater. No worries, we are both still in tact. We were then able to part and go our separate ways (the boy and me, not my sweater and me because then i would have been topless, duh...)

I still don't think that boy even knows what went on, and I still don't know his name. Pity, we could have had something special and then had a wonderful story to tell the grandkids about how we met.

This is mostly where the "farmer" from farmer chic comes into play. But, this farmer top is special because there is a ruffled collar. I love me some ruffle, you should know that by now. You know what's better than ruffles? Ruffles on sale at Urban for $10. Yup, I scored this Urban Renewal plaid shirt for $10 on sale. Score for me. And my mom, if she should ever chose to borrow anything from my closet.

I know what you are all asking yourselves right now..."That bow is just so cute, Amanda, it can't be yours, so who's is it?" Well, silly readers, I've borrowed this one from myself 10 years ago. Yup, something I'm wearing is actually mine, crazy. My entire outfit today is mine. I know, you're speechless.

Molly Horowitz, I just love you.

Inspired,
Amanda

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Inspired By: Tweed

I look silly. But in my defense, when I repeatedly practiced this pose in the mirror, it looked cool, and made my legs look extra skinny. Unfortunately, I was unable to transfer the coolness from my misleading mirror. As for my legs, I'll deal. I'm a muscular girl, I run track. I say this because being a sprinter is not easy on the legs, especially when I want to wear some tight pants and call it a day.

The moment track begins my legs blow up and that means bye-bye corduroys until June, when my legs have been restored to their skinny goodness. Why June, you ask? Because June is when my 7 million month track season comes to a close. And why corduroys, you also ask? Because when your legs aren't skinny and you wear corduroys the fabric rubs together and squeaks. Yes, I said SQUEAK. And then I'm off to college and I won't be doing track there. But hey, at least I'm living where there's a two story gym. I like me some elyptical workouts. Ok, fine, I love track.

Anywayyyy..yet another pointless track story from me. Sorry. Enjoy the weird position I positioned my body in. And if your looking for the most comfortable pair of black flats, um ever, buy these. They are the shit.

Also important to note: I blow-dried my hair for the first time in 2 years tonight. I tend to go for the all natural look, but tonight I decided to live a little.

Shirt: Mom's closet. Blazer: Vintage. Jeans: BDG. Shoes: Michael Kors

Whippin' out the high wasties again, obvs. Although, I'm beginning to realize they never look high waisted in pictures. Oh well. Take my word for it, they come up to my belly button.

This is my fancy new blazer. I use the words my and new very casually, just so you know. Because the blazer is in fact my mom's, well now it's mine, but this time she gave it to me I didn't have to steal it. My life rocks. And also, this blazer is far from new. It has been in that downstairs closet for ages, I like to call it the vintage closet. This jacket may or may not have come with a matching skirt...ok it did.

The perfect blouse. Unfortunately for my mother, since it does belong to her, I will run away with it to college.

Inspired,
Amanda