TAG!!!! You're it!

Woo Hoo. I was Tagged by the supercalifragilisticexpialidocious Katie D., who I think could be my hetero-life mate, should we ever meet. I like her creepy photo accompaniment to "things that make me really happy".


I mean, if this isn't warm and fuzzy, frankly, I don't know what is. So, on to the list:

1) Having large and varied circles of friends. Gah. Love 'em all. I could start my own "texts from last night". ex:

text from Friend (a): Your panda shirt is with Friend x. Thanks for giving me homeless-esque clothes so I could conceal my mini dress and hooker shoes on my walk of shame home last week.

text from Friend (b): There is a Rocky-themed bar crawl next week. I assume you're in...especially because the T-shirts say something about eating lightning and shitting thunder.

text from Friend (c): End this debate now...what is a shallot?

2) Good food, better drink. Nothing makes me happier than grabbing an adult bevy after work...or really whenever, usually with #1.

3) Shameless sarcasm.

4) Shiny Spandex.

5) Southern College Football. What else would I do on Saturdays in the fall?

6) Having mostly guy friends, who like to throw down. If you've never drunkenly karaoke-ed/swayed with glassy eyes to "piano man" in a man hug with some frat-tastic bros, you're missing out.

6) a) Sweet Caroline, with fist pump on the "oh oh oh" and "so good, so good, so good"

7) Summer/the beach

8) "Girls only" nights, complete with 8 wardrobe changes, make-up tip swaps, bitching about guys, boxed wine, going to a pretentious club then leaving to go to a hole in the wall, drunk dials (/sober regret), lying about your age/name/job, screaming spice girl lyrics in the cab, guerrilla photo shoots, unnecessary facebook status updating/tweeting/texting while intoxicated, and checking your bank statement only to ask "I was there????".

9) really really really ridiculously high heels.

10) Being vegetarian yet loving scrapple.

Spring Fever

It's the first nice week after a Nor'Easter on St. Patty's day (ok...the unofficial drunk holiday the weekend before....) and a particularly hellacious winter. Not to quote MickeyD's...but I'm lovin it.

Hopefully grabbing few adult bevys with peeps after work today.....al fresco.

Also started unpacking my spring/summer faves....and dyyyyyingggggg (no pun intended) to get my hair done and lighten up a bit.

Faves.

Don't laugh. I went to school in the south. I'm preppy from my croakies down to my boat shoes.

Just try to tell me these aren't the most comfortable flops everrrrrrrr.

I'm loving that "blush" is the it color of spring. This is a little peachier, but still in that color family. Gah, Sienna can wear anything and make it work.

Wardrobe inspiration for the next 6 months.

Body inspiration for the next 2 months....just facing the harsh reality that I will have to be in a bathing suit soon. Frowny face.

My apartment decor is teetering on "hoarder chic". A spring cleaning is definitely in order.

It's supposed to be 76 degrees tomorrow!!!! I can't decide which is going to win....my outdoorsy-competitive side, or my borderline-alcoholic-competitive side. Great weather to golf/run/play lacrosse....but my bracket is kicking ass right now. Anyone know of a good bar in Philly with TVs outside? I want to get skin cancer while I'm getting cirrhosis of the liver and cheering for teams I wouldn't normally give two shits about.

Boo You Whore

Dear Kristen Cavaleri,

Do you have a stylist? If so, does she hate you?

xo,
LegallyBlonde

Love her or hate her and her so-called "reality", she undeniably makes pretty terrible choices on clothing before she walks out the door. Ok, I get it....she's trying not to be all "Hollywood" and "laid back". Fine. But when "breezy" walks the line of were-you-dressed-by-a-blind-person, its time to check yourself.

This is the best thing she has ever worn.

Its ok.

Are you a distant cousin of Jessica Simpson?

Whoa. I don't know anyone who is fashionable enough to own a black shirt and jeans.

LBD & nude heels. Groundbreaking. In fact, I don't think anyone else knows that this is the basic recipe for looking slimming...you tricky devil you.

College girl uniform.

Common. Are you even trying?

This is ok only because you're in Atlantic City....

Anyone else miss LC?

Cabin Fever

I guess the state of this blog has gotten pretty bad, when I'm reduced to updating only on snowy days. Luckily, this has been the most hellacious winter, so blizzard-y days aren't in short supply. I truly thought I would have off today...but alas....just got the text from boss-man telling me to get my ass to work...except I get to dress casually today. Woopty-woop. Normally, I would totally take advantage of this, however, 40mph winds and fucking stinging snowflakes are making me dress more homeless than chic. 879485793475 layers is the only way to stay warm. However, as I was scanning my closet this morning, I began to think how much the olsies have influenced my day to day choice in style as well as my wardrobe in general. Here's a little tribute to my faves....

The amount of black I own would make a twilighter "sparkle"....what can I say? Its slimming, simple and chic...and MKA totally own in. Also, I cannot deny how much they have helped me shift my understanding of pants. Stocking/tights/leggings in any format = pants.

With the exception of the bag, this was the stress-fracture go-to ensemble....I love this look. I believe this photo is circa 2006, and yet I still rock all of these pieces...timeless...or at least I'd like to think so.

I would give my first born for those balenciagas....or that prada bag.

The options are endless.

Aliana = shoegasm. I am a true believer in the belief that the comeback of the blazer was the single greatest fashion movement in my life...and has certainly changed my style for the better.

I'm still a sucker for that prada bag...and I don't usually like fringe.

I love that shorts are now acceptable night attire.

Another wonderful look with the balenciaga heels and prada bag. I didn't realize how many times I cataloged these.

I always loved this look...and the motorcycle bag.

Classy.

Finally purchased a fraggle rock vest last weekend. ManCandy cringed at the sight of it, but by the end of the night, he was petting me/it like a sheepdog. If that's wrong, I don't want to be right.

My inspiration for today. Work be damned, I don't want to brush my hair! Snow + wind = wellies and warm/furry jacket.

The perfect beach-sexy. Sunkissed wavy hair and bronzed skin.

I'm all about the "splash" of color. Call me boring, but I would much rather have an entire closet of black and white and and entire shoe rack/handbag hook of color, than wardrobe encompassing the rainbow.

Dear Prada, I will commit to a life of servitude and hard labor for the bag photographed above.

One of my absolute favorite looks....I love this photo of them and their ensembles.

I am of the school of fashion that believes leopard accents are chic.

I'm pretty much going to wear something like this tonight....it is absolute perfection.

Don't eat the yellow snow

YESSSS!!!! So, a "blizzard" just tore Philadelphia a new a-hole. Since the Mayor urged business owners to close (not to mention his "shutting down" of the city), my boss actually gave us a Snow Day!!! Although that was awesome and much hilarity ensued, my sorry ass slugged through 2 feet of snow and falling icicles bent on impaling me to work today (insert sad face).

This is not my kitchen, although I wish it was. Tuesday night (the start of the storm) we went out to the corner bar to "celebrate" the day off (well, prematurely celebrate). 5 glasses of wine and a fall that can only be described as "turtle on its back" later, I can say it was a pretty phenomenal little Tuesday. Wednesday, I began to get the itch of cabin fever and decided to spend the afternoon cooking as the snow continued to fall at an alarming rate. Around 6, the Betty Crocker high had worn off, and I was beginning to be convinced work might be actually be cancelled for Thursday (today). So, again we bundled up and basically walked around in search of an open watering hole. Surprise, there were plenty. While I sipped a beer or two, I watched in delight as ManCandy and his roommates got obliterated. Fortunately, I was there to witness the "wake-up of doom" as they realized not only was going to work a possibility, but that their cars were buried under 3 feet of snow, and public transportation was not really running.

I, on the other hand, felt like a million dollars and got to waltz in at noon. Aside from the trek across Siberia to get here, I have to say the mid-week break has been pretty efin sweet. I realized a few things; 1) daytime tv is really shitty. 2) there is always a loser in a snowball fight. 3) there is no distance I will not walk for beer. 4) girls are like, wayyyy better at planning for natural disasters. 5) I make some sweet-ass hash browns. 6) ManCandy is getting a lot of "homemade" Valentine's Day Surprises...and "homemade" = being snowed in + being poor.

Oh My God! Oh My God You Guys!

Yes, the Legally Blonde on Broadway theme song is resonating through my head today. No, I'm not getting engaged to Warner, and no, I didn't get a 179 on my LSATs or in to Harvard Law....

OMFG I'M MEETING LAUREN CONRAD TOMORROW!!!! *
(*ok, by "meet" I mean stalking at a book signing....but whatev)

I am so ridiculously excited it's not even funny. I know, this might make me the lamest person alive, and getting a ticket more or less involved giving the events planning woman at Barnes and Noble a verbal bitch slap, but I get to meet one of my absolute favorite fashion icons in the flesh!

Now, most (cough, all) of my friends have not let me off without some ridicule. I understand that I am a 24 year old who is starstruck/borderline obsessed with another 24 year old, but I stand by my love/adoration of this "reality" star. This is not the first time I've been told by my friends to "check myself". There are quite a few other recent occasions where I've had to wrestle with my dignity:

1) Going to a Fall Out Boy concert with my friend and her little sister. I was going solely to see one of my favorite bands and possibly throw an elbow or two in the pit....my friend went as a guardian/babysitter for her twelve year old sister so her parents didn't have to endure the 4 "different" pop-punk-emo bands at the show. My "check yo-self" moment was when I realized not only was I the only person over the age of 21 as I sipped my $8 luke-warm miller lite, but that a group of brace-faced teens told me I had "such a cool outfit...did you get it at Delias?" as Miley Cyrus's brother's band totally "rocked out".
2) Going to see No Doubt for the 7th time on a Thursday night. The concert was sort of close to my office and started at 7:30. I saw no good reason to go home and come back in that short amount of time and my habitually late friend was supposed to meet me for drinks at 6:30 at a nearby bar. Changing into my doc martens, fishnets, a floral skirt ala kate moss, and a wife beater topped-off with bright red lip stick in my office was one thing. The raised eyebrows from the attorneys working late was not something I had prepared my self for...nor was I ready to walk 10 city blocks dressed in that attire because said habitually-late-friend went to 5th and market instead of 15th and market. Upon meeting her at the car, she was in jeans and an AA V-neck...this was my realization that just because I dressed like Gwen Stefani for her concerts when I was sixteen, I had to understand that it wasn't quite as cute or socially acceptable for walking into my go-to yuppie happy hour spot; and the bartender/suit-clad friends starting the "slow-clap" upon my entrance.

3) Halloween bar crawl 2009. I was having a blast as Lara Croft, complete with double leg holsters, guns and fingerless gloves. ManCandy was a "Hipster" of www.latfh.com fame. At one of the bars there were local radio/newspaper photogs snapping some of the more original costumes and low and behold, ManCandy, the "broadstreet bear" and I were snapped in a particularly classy frame...I, mid-shot, the others complete drunkface. Two days later we are on the cover of "spark" weekly, the entertainment/scene-y Delaware magazine. My parents were so proud to see their little girl clad in a booty-short-leg-holstler ensemble one fist-pump away from a Public Intoxication.

So, leaving my beloved city limits for Barnes and Noble suburban hell, waiting in line with tweens, moms, and gay men for probably 5 hours, and in all probability enduring this in a blizzard anticipated to hit the eastern seaboard tonight, my creepy adoration of Lauren Conrad is not officially warranting a "check yo-self" quite yet.

My issue is locating the fine like between understated admiration and stalker, and staying on the former side. Do I wear one of her Lauren Conrad Collection pieces when I meet her? I'm resolving to avoid the wide-eyed perma-grin and possibly drop a casual compliment. Last time I "met" someone famous it was kind of a disaster. I was a hostess at an uber-hot new restaurant down the beach owned by a scarier, chubbier clone of Kelly Cutrone. She informed me that an old "friend" of hers I might recognize was coming in with a large group for dinner and I need to to clear tables/re-arrange tables/ bargain with the devil/whatever to accommodate them. As I'm re-positioning chairs on the sandy "beach" dinning section (in stilettos no less), I'm cursing to myself that this "friend" had better be the fucking shit for all this effort...I wasn't getting sand caked between my toes and a sprained ankle for the fucking town mayor. Bosslady finally told me the "friend" had arrived and to "Not at like a fucking teenager" when I was seating him. (I was 18 at this time). Well, the "friend" was Dave Grohl, and needless to say I flipped out and acted like a total fucking teenager.

Taking a page from the Always Sunny In Philadelphia Chase Utley Love letter....

Dear LC:

I feel like I can call you LC because you and me are so much alike. I've always wanted to meet you, it would be great to go shopping. I know I'm not as rich and famous as you but I think you would be impressed with my fashion sense. I love your hair. You're really pretty. Did you have a good relationship with your father? Me neither. These are all things we can talk about and more. I know you have not been getting my letters because I know you would write back if you did, and I hope you write back this time and we get to be good friends. I am sure our relationship would be a real "treat".

xo,

LegallyBlonde

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dleb_SHnAOw watch this clip...about 2:00 min in...you'll understand.