Showing posts with label 30 for 30 IV. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 30 for 30 IV. Show all posts

It's a Tie

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Remember the other day when I said I was playing dress up in my husband's closet? I wasn't kidding. I thought I might as well go crazy since it's the end of the 30 for 30. Of course if me wearing a tie is crazy to you, then I'd like to introduce you to Charlie Sheen. 

I know you can't hear me because I live in Nowhere, USA but I'm screaming from my living room "I'm DONE!" I've officially completed four 30 for 30 challenges, one in every season. If that doesn't deserve a pat on the back and celebratory pint of ice cream, I'm not sure what does. Granted it's 8 am, but I'm an adult now. Ice cream is completely acceptable as breakfast. 

I Owe You One

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{Shop: Similar Tank, Similar Polka Dot Blouse, Jeans, Similar Heels}

Something very exciting happened yesterday and I owe you guys a huge thank you. Remember when I so selfishly asked for you to vote for me for a Texas Social Media Award nomination and then you did? Well guess what? I won an award because you voted! I would like to think that it's because I'm awesome, but really it's because you're awesome. No you are. No, you. 

So all of that weird banter to say THANK YOU for quite possibly being the best people I've ever known and...not met. Party at my place tonight. Drinks are on the house. (Our drink of choice is tap water, by the way. I'll spring for a bag of ice since it's an extra special occasion. ) 

So this is outfit 29. You know what this means right? It means I'm one outfit away from regaining sanity and the rest of my closet. Well the sanity was never there, but my closet is calling my name.  

Frenchy

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{Shop: Similar Top: Similar Skirt, Similar Shoes, Glasses}

I feel very Parisian today. And by Parisian, I really mean I feel like I'm from Paris, Texas. Not sure why, it's just a feeling. I'll give it a few days, surely this will pass. 

I'm only two outfits away from finishing up. I played dress up the other day in my closet and totally felt like I was having an affair on my 30 for 30 items. So then I played dress up in my husband's closet. Not really to even it out, just because I was curious. 

On the Fence

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I firmly believe that there are two kinds of people in the world: those who work in cold offices and those who do not. So for those who prefer the cold-office look, here you go:


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I liked with the blazer, husband liked it without. Since we're a two-person household, it looks like it's a tie. I'd ask my dog, but I'm pretty sure he's only in it for the food.


(I know, it's ridiculous that this is my winter 30 for 30. But I don't argue with 75 degrees and light wind, so I'm letting it slide. Besides, it's March 2nd. That means it's spring, right?)

Aren't Mondays the best?

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I now present outfit twenty-five. You can't hear it but I'm giving myself a golf clap right now. (A golf clap because a standing ovation seems a bit indulgent.) This was a hard remix, much more than my last one. If there was ever a lesson to be learned it's this -- don't trust Texas weather and include something other than pencil skirts. Variety is my best friend. When will I learn this, when?

If you are wondering what's up with my hair, and even if you aren't, it's been misting rain in the mornings here lately. And apparently my hair remembers that I permed it about 10 years ago with an at-home perm and a friend. A friend who went on to work in business, not as a hair stylist. When mist hits my hair, she curls right up. All the products in the world can't make it curly, but a light misty rain after I've spent 10 minutes perfecting it? Works every time.

How was your Monday? People keep asking me how my day was and I can't remember. That's how good/bad it was. You decide. I don't think I can. Oh and my post title? I was kidding. Mondays are the worst.

Over the Weekend

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I don't usually do this but I snuck in another outfit over the weekend. So I wore this on Saturday, but I'm blogging it on Monday. Make sense? I didn't think so either.

Speaking of weekends, how was yours? Mine was good. If I was a liar, I'd tell you that I cleaned out our garage, I held a spontaneous block party for our neighborhood, and I ran a 5k for a local charity. But since I'm not a liar, I'll tell you this. I watched an embarrassing amount of Greek episodes and didn't move for hours at a time. Don't judge me, okay? We've come to the point in our Netflix queue where we've run out of good things to watch instantly. The Cosby Show is next.

We did get up and go out Saturday night, when I wore this gem of an outfit. Some would call it a date, I just call it a night that I don't have to cook. It's romantic to me either way.

Sunday Morning

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I might have just woken up from a nap. We took photos this morning, I went to the grocery store, the mister made banana pancakes and then we accidentally took a nap all before noon. It was a total accident, I swear. I have no idea how my pajamas got back on and the how I ended up in bed. All I know is that before noon naps might be the best thing ever.

Who's watching the Oscars tonight? We don't have cable, so I might just end up peeking into a few neighbors windows. I'm sure they won't mind. I won't set up my couch in their front yard again this year. That was a huge mistake.

Day to Date Night

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I don't know about ya'll but Friday happened too fast. I won't go into details but let's just say things did not get done. Posting my outfit was one of those things. However, date night did happen so there was an upside. What am I talking about? There's always an upside to Friday.

So here I go from day to date night. Throw on some jeans, add a belt and a scarf. Find a nice patio and you've got yourself a date night. The only thing easier than that is throwing on sweat pants and a t-shirt and ordering a pizza. There is no shame in that kind of date night either.

Twenty Something

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{Shop: Blazer, Similar Top, Similar Belt, Similar Heels}

I am not going to lie. I'm really excited to be 2/3 of the way through. I have a confession to make: I don't really like winter all that much. That is what this 30 for 30 has made me realize. Spring, Summer, Fall you are all right in my book. Winter, you are a distant cousin I will not miss.


Some people* ask where we find all of the places to shoot our photos. Well this is behind a Big Lots. Sometimes people take smoke breaks around the corner and it's awkward. Until I tell them that I'm just snapping a few photos for my style blog. Then it gets real awkward.



*My mother. My mother is the only person who asked this, okay?

Casual Tuesday?

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Yeah I'm wearing jeans on a Tuesday. If I dress like it's Friday, that means I can take tomorrow off, right?

So I'm going to go ahead and state the obvious that this is my second post for today. This makes me either awesome or pathetic. Say what you will, but I'm going to go ahead and say awesome. And I must say posting more than 1x a day is a bit of a stretch for the ol' noggin. I've written this post about 4 times now and every time I read it to my dear husband his laugh gets smaller and smaller. This is not a good sign. I haven't read this to him yet, but I'm going to put money on it that I just get a smirk. Possibly a wink. Definitely not a high five. Which is what he usually gives me after each post. It's like we're on a high school academic team and we're not allowed to hug.

Awesome, not pathetic. 

Dangerous Minds

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{Shop: Similar Skirt, Boots, Similar Belt}

So....I'm a little behind and it's only Tuesday. This is not a good sign of a productive week. I wore this yesterday, when it was a chilly 81 degrees. I've lived here all of my life but I keep forgetting that winter is a tease in Texas. I have 3 items in my remix that might not get mixed unless it cools off here in the next two weeks. I always gamble a little bit when I plan my 30 for 30 during mid-seasons. What can I say? I'm a risk taker. Do you see how close I am standing to that ledge that's only two feet above the ground below? I'm only a few hundred feet away, one wrong move and I'd probably roll my ankle. Danger is my middle name. 

This was another one of those "why didn't I think of this outfit yet?" outfits. Easy and not a cable knit sweater? Sounds good to me. 

Date Night

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"Date night is the best night." I would just like to go on record saying that. So that someday, somewhere, most likely on the internet, this truth will be attributed to my name.

Of course so will "It's like the Olive Garden of outfits." But I'm okay with that. I'm no Oscar Wilde, but I do know a few things about date night, olive garden and internet quote databases. That, my friends, is better than...nope. Oscar wins. I've got nothing but a good husband who takes me on dates.