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.


Saturday, February 19, 2011

Inspired By: Frye

It always works out when you go shopping for one thing, you wind up buying something completely different. My point? I bought new shoes today when I set out for bedding for college. Yay for me because I found a comforter but shoes did not fit in that equation.

This situation sucked for my mom because she told me I wasn't allowed to shop today. LOLZ. I bought shoes. But obviously, it rocked for me. Sorry, mommy, I love you and your new Kate Spade flats.

Here I am clad in an entire Free People ensemble, duh. (Reference to my newspaper interview) I'm a clever one. Yay Free Peepz and yay FRYE.

This blog forces me to position my body in ways it wasn't meant to. Notice my discomfort in my hand area, no arm should bend that way. Anyway, the point of this picture is the lace detailing on the back of my Free People shirt. I wore this shirt in my Senior picture for high school, yay.

New Frye shoes. Obsession. I haven't taken them off since I got home...that can't be healthy. Oh well, they're my new companion, or my feet's new companion. Either way, we're in love. Sidenote: I should probably paint my toes soon.

THUMBS UP for new shoes and a wootwoot.


Thursday, February 17, 2011

Inspired By: Grandma Chic

"What was the look you were going for today, Amanda?" my friend asked me when she got to school and saw me in my collared ensemble. "Grandma look?" she added. "That's sexy grandma, to you, sister" I responded. Or, to quote Glee, sexy school girl librarian grandma chic.

No grandma-inspired look is complete without a pair of striped flats.

Kisses from me to you (I'm trying to show you my lilac nails, duh)


Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Inspired By: Cupcakes

The school newspaper come out on Monday, and unbeknownst to me, it was coming. Anyway, if I had known perhaps I would have worn a fancy ballgown to school to ya know, look the part. But instead I wore boyfriend jeans and an eyelet blouse. Cute, right? Yeah, well not to some.

A friend of mine told me I should have dressed more elegantly. My rebuttal? Show up to school the next day in a dress. HA. But this dress hardly even looks like a dress because I threw on a Michael Kors sweater over it. Gosh kid, if only you truly understood fashion, then you'd understand my Urban Renewal dress is making its own statement paired with an oversized sweater and a safari vest.

Today two track friends and I went to get cupcakes. I am so indecisive so we wound up staying there pondering our cupcake options for a good 20 minutes. I finally made the possible, ok so I'm leaning towards this cupcake, but maybe not decision to go with the green tea cupcake. "NO, I won't allow it" says fancy lady working behind the cupcake counter. Ok, fine I shall feast on a cookie dough cupcake with fudge (she lied, it was actually just chocolate icing) filling inside and a nice decorative cookie on top. Livin' the life.

Ecote Safari Vest from Urban Outfitters, a fancy view from behind. I'm also sporting kewl sweater tights and my desert boots. Ever notice the difference between desert and dessert? It's a good thing I'm not wearing dessert boots because then they'd be edible...


Monday, February 14, 2011

Inspired By: High school Newspapers

An issue of my high school newspaper came out today. For those of you who didn't throw it out immediately after receiving it would notice yours truly on page 5, in the Arts section! Not trying to toot toot at the old horn, but I got best dressed in this issue, toot. Anyway, here are the answers to my article questions. (Also, notice my outfit..yup I was rockin' my University of Maryland tootin' scarf and ensemble). This red scarf is also a tad ironic due to what today is: Valentine's Day aka worst holiday ever if you don't have a boyfriend. But I do have a mommy who buys me a pound of candy hearts, the best candy on earth only around once a year, so sad.

My lady valentine, or also known as my valentine friend, and I exchanged gifts this year. On the one hand to lessen the depression of being boyfriend-less but also because her sister thinks we're in love. and when I say love I mean legit luv. Perhaps she thinks this because my lady valentine Alex and I send each other kissy face emoticons when we say goodbye. Whatever the reason, she was da best valentine friend eva. We exchanged candy and cards, the best c words there are. She also surprised me with my favorite coffee, one in which she memorized because I forced her to buy me one after she dared me to do something no one thought I'd do. That's the great thing about me-I don't back down. That's why in middle school there was a day devoted to me during lunch time called "Amanda Dare Day". I did it all, danced on tables. Kidding but I did humiliate myself in front of some 8th graders, oh shit, tragic. Yay life. Peace luv amanda dare day.

Interviewer (to be referred to as I): What is your favorite store and why?

Pretty Bird (to be referred to as PB, yup, I'm a pretty bird): Free people, duh. Can’t you tell from my Free People overload everyday? And basically because everything from Free People is so unique and flattering. I also enjoy the occasional shop in my grandma’s closet.

I: What would you wear if you had unlimited funds and could buy anything from any store?

PB: If I had unlimited funds I’d probably clad myself in all things Chanel, Christian Louboutin, Valentino, Chloé, Prada, Miu Miu, Elizabeth & James, Balenciaga, Proenza Schouler. But let’s be real here, so I’ll gladly stick to my Free People and Urban Outfitters roots.

I: What is your favorite accessory?

PB: I’m a hat person. I love beanies and fedoras. Mainly because they’re oh so trendy, and partly because they do a fabulous job of hiding bad hair days.

I: What are your favorite brands and designers?

PB: Free People! And then there’s J. Crew, BDG, Kimchi Blue, Ecote and I really love vintage pieces, which I normally find in my grandma’s closet.

I: How much time do you spend getting ready in the morning?

PB: Around 15-20 minutes. It helps that I pick my outfit out the night before, so all I have to do is wake up to my alarm clock, press snooze a few times, brush my teeth, get dressed and run out the door.

I: What was the boldest article of clothing you have ever worn?

PB: Overalls. You say country freak, I say country chic.

I: What article of clothing or accessory would you never wear and why?

PB: I would never wear a tutu. They remind me of my childhood ballet days. But I’m not one to judge, so if you can rock it, rock that tutu girlfriend.

I: What is your favorite style?

PB: My favorite style is definitely man-repelling. What is man-repelling, you ask? Man-Repelling (noun): outfitting oneself in a sartorially offensive way that will result in repelling members of the opposite sex. Such garments include but are not limited to harem pants, boyfriend jeans, overalls, shoulder pads, full length jumpsuits, jewelry that resembles violent weaponry and clogs. -man repeller

I: What celebrity or fashion icon would you compare yourself too?

PB: I’d love to say the Olsens, but since my mom isn’t a fan, I won’t. So I’d have to go with Sienna Miller or Diane Kruger. I am obsessed with their style and they are just flawless.

I: What is your favorite article of clothing?

PB: I’m a combat boot kind of girl. Most people think they are a bit too intense and heavy, but I think they’re awesome. Mainly because I like adding an edge to my outfits, and partly because I’m a victim of the man-repeller epidemic.

I: What is something you hope never comes back into style?

PB: Argyle sweater vests, need I say more?

I: What is something you hope comes back into style?

PB: Most blasts from the past have already reincarnated themselves. But I’d like to see more of the shoulder pad look. Football, anyone?

I: Do you have fashion advice for Northern Valley?

PB: Ditch the UGGS, please, and cop yourself a sweet pair of Doc Martens.


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.


Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Inspired By: Leather Leggings

When I woke up this morning I just had a feeling track was going to suck, and when I say suck I mean like really suck, the suck where I cry painful tears and my knees buckle all over the place. Let's just say, I was correct. So, if you speak track lingo, which I'm assuming most of you do since most of my readers are in fact my track-friends, hurdle-friends, coach-friends. Ok, I'm kidding, my coaches don't read this shit. At least I hope they don't.

Getting back to this feeling and track lingo: today we did 5 600s. 'Nuff said, sistas. If my math is correct, that would be..........just under 2 miles. I'm bad at math. Anyway, that doesn't seem like much unless you are running against winter track's one true enemy: the wind. And he was not too friendly today. And the fancy loop we run around isn't too nice either. Oh, and did I mention it was a sprint?

The point, you wonder? The point is that when I woke up this morning and took these pictures, I wasn't too excited to embark on my day...hence, my face below.

My efforts of showing off my fancy leather accents of my leggings have failed me again due to my photobooth. Check out my Superga sneaks, they're comfy.

Question of the day: Who does this sweater belong to? (well, it's not mine, obviously) CORRECT it is my mom's. Thanks, mommy. I have to say it's quite lovely I might have to run away with this one too.

...and this is the best I could do as far as a picture of my pants since I am too lazy to take out my actual camera and am therefore stuck using my photobooth. But don't say I didn't try since it did take a lot of effort on my part to move my body in such a way to get out of the frame. You are welcome.

This pendant necklace broke in half today while a friend and I were walking in the hallway. I'll forever miss you, pendant. My life is rough. Oh silly readers, don't worry, the pendant is still in tact, it was just the silly chain that snapped. Easily replaceable, don't worry about me.


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.


Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Inspired By: Levi's

Check out my funky red scarf. There are two reasons for me wearing this scarf today. 1) It's a swell and comfy scarf and 2) It's red, and I have just been accepted to the University of Maryland!!!!! Go terps. Sorry to toot my own horn, but toot Maryland toot.

Anyway, to celebrate I decided to go all out and wear tights to school today. Tights with Levi's jean shorts, yup fancy. Levi's are the ultimate shit and I could live in them. End of story. Anyway, this was just a pointless post with some photos of my kewwwwl outfits. Enjoy. Oh and my shirt here is from Urban, on sale yo. And my scarf is vintage, yeah baby.

And here I am again in a new outfit...
Blazer: J. Crew, Shirt: Free People, Shorts: Levi's, Shoes: (not pictured) Kick Ass Desert Boots
Just a little sneak peak at the back.