tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516163349735413552024-02-19T05:36:20.275-08:00weak with wordsAbMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07634591367524556139noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351616334973541355.post-73254747238132349242011-05-30T11:18:00.000-07:002011-05-30T11:21:37.008-07:00Ralph Lauren Floral Print Niagara Camp Shirt<a href="http://www.porhomme.com/2011/05/ralph-lauren-floral-print-niagara-camp-shirt/">Ralph Lauren Floral Print Niagara Camp Shirt</a><br />http://www.porhomme.com/2011/05/ralph-lauren-floral-print-niagara-camp-shirt<br /><br />I love prints. Loud and obnoxious ones. Clashing colors make them all the more enjoyable. Well done RL, finger snaps to you once again.AbMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07634591367524556139noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351616334973541355.post-2399266787149962882011-05-30T10:05:00.000-07:002011-05-30T10:06:01.957-07:003.1 Phillip Lim Menswear. Mmmmmmm<iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/23586441?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0"></iframe><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/23586441">3.1 Phillip Lim "Weavers" Men's FW11 Collection</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user3868999">3.1PhillipLim</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p>AbMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07634591367524556139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351616334973541355.post-58279418369981009752011-05-25T10:57:00.001-07:002011-05-25T10:57:11.049-07:00Nothing square about itIf the boys can do it, so can we. Feeling saucy this morning and decided to try my hand at the pocket square. Great way to add a pop of color... I think a trip to the fabric store is needed and some custom ones are necessary.... Summer project? Challenge accepted <br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/weakwithwords/WeakWithWords?authkey=Gv1sRgCLal6uDK7oH8JQ#5610714283702273474'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz_gDd-fqU-jyv2XB0DK_ZQ-IC3lMNXFSeQtfY3I4Yj1040NUAWt2PtM8AigZY5NrxfXYL8fPYHQLRv82Q2ANyS2i0E1jo08SrezKcN5maZvhZQhECwLaLpqEh9i_k4j-ZsX3T9sLgbfY/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/weakwithwords/WeakWithWords?authkey=Gv1sRgCLal6uDK7oH8JQ#5610714327966498978'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjux7DUbq8-zfmmGyx-bAJF6gJUoLL-idGwiJKX7cTV58IBbsrPhMPGQi3thfU-ZdJZSf5Ox_Nd6_NTQP5uyc4ixf4t05ay-INc0Y3jgLi1hAky24fv3vAV1EZQ3d33HuhnwXSQ-L1lB6o/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /> <br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />AbMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07634591367524556139noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351616334973541355.post-25290624507307902322011-05-10T23:45:00.000-07:002011-05-10T23:48:00.464-07:00UNDER CONSTRUCTION...BECAUSE THIS IS A HOT MESS <br /><br /><br /> stay tuned for awesomeness...AbMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07634591367524556139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351616334973541355.post-47042139059737688422010-09-13T13:15:00.001-07:002010-09-13T13:25:46.476-07:00FNO @ Nieman Marcus, San FranciscoWell Fashion's Night Out has come and gone, and the experience was none other then exuberant. The Academy of Art University played a particularly important role in this years FNO event at Nieman's in San Francisco, with live demonstrations from students, collection samples, and beautiful window displays by many. I was so lucky as to get to be apart of this awesome event (being a student at the academy) with some friends, we spent the evening oooing and awwwing while enjoying vender-style hotdogs and champagne (yes, Neiman Marcus hot dogs are quite tasty) and taking many kookie pictures along the way....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0JJcx7yUrUMhI-SFpG6gVBIRZ2dc-L8Qb_Q7560EDAk8uPzF_R_b3Z0FKNFUui_PUPwjXDb78V62Wmop237rZoUEWHSLbX4jxLKLlB50y5Tz_BjobNph0E9vNp2y0INDy2jNPVGtEL4o/s1600/fashion+night+out+2"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0JJcx7yUrUMhI-SFpG6gVBIRZ2dc-L8Qb_Q7560EDAk8uPzF_R_b3Z0FKNFUui_PUPwjXDb78V62Wmop237rZoUEWHSLbX4jxLKLlB50y5Tz_BjobNph0E9vNp2y0INDy2jNPVGtEL4o/s320/fashion+night+out+2" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516495091198655682" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9yEaaiy6_ewcOj6oihT1fa4kAkK2Prq9R5X37-ORzmKzc54bA0ITxVaJg4JRFRXivCV2BxVBO6smQt_aNS28GDUeJUU4ALEa2-z9FfLbOuGdAWd9jdvRcDmWEgFYn2KHa2OBKma_0ycY/s1600/me+and+champagne"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9yEaaiy6_ewcOj6oihT1fa4kAkK2Prq9R5X37-ORzmKzc54bA0ITxVaJg4JRFRXivCV2BxVBO6smQt_aNS28GDUeJUU4ALEa2-z9FfLbOuGdAWd9jdvRcDmWEgFYn2KHa2OBKma_0ycY/s320/me+and+champagne" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516495564454705010" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhovwz6k6eBfjiu3msgYv2BqgcWvxI-FN2E_uahXhdRJoYyahLKxm6lZ-CcRbvbIZpmxpiF5Zkj3a5XeWwgjEELmSXLeJWOGHZnqu6JtbwSmI55IeYUwWJNPUEvEboWjylNNHwKwxy7jSE/s1600/ash+and+mirror"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhovwz6k6eBfjiu3msgYv2BqgcWvxI-FN2E_uahXhdRJoYyahLKxm6lZ-CcRbvbIZpmxpiF5Zkj3a5XeWwgjEELmSXLeJWOGHZnqu6JtbwSmI55IeYUwWJNPUEvEboWjylNNHwKwxy7jSE/s320/ash+and+mirror" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516495909238205346" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW2Ny1l-JZZH0yaVsQP8NEk8o1aA5OOzvvt5Mb3NE_bWuaVJFqAXeGzNrkM6tC4U5leqk_mzy79-TtJI4M1OXefA7URqKZRt7Af_sYThyphenhyphen3kbksxhYSmOxjWBJAOXn-cDs4AmfIP87-JzQ/s1600/red+carpet"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW2Ny1l-JZZH0yaVsQP8NEk8o1aA5OOzvvt5Mb3NE_bWuaVJFqAXeGzNrkM6tC4U5leqk_mzy79-TtJI4M1OXefA7URqKZRt7Af_sYThyphenhyphen3kbksxhYSmOxjWBJAOXn-cDs4AmfIP87-JzQ/s320/red+carpet" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516496099055865330" /></a><br /><br />I have taken an interest in Tambour beading now after seeing an insane demonstration by students as to what it really is. If you dont know what Tambour beading is, it's the technique used in all the couture bead work...hours and hours and hours of time are put into these projects. After watching a demonstration I can now see why those dresses are worth as much as they are...200 hours of beading is NO JOKE! I hope to take this class one summer, how fun would that be! Anyways, I'll quit rambling. More pics to be posted soon! toodlesAbMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07634591367524556139noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351616334973541355.post-42391391108208449492010-09-10T16:01:00.000-07:002010-09-10T16:07:29.027-07:00NY Fashion Week & FNO!!!I love my school, I am so glad I chose to come here to Academy of Art University. Why, you may ask? Well, because every time I think I realized why I loved it I am pleasantly surprised by some new tidbit I learn about all the wonderful things offered to students. Take tonight for example; the few chosen talented MFA Fashion Design students will be showing their senior collections on the prestigious runway at Bryant Park tonight at 5 pm! Yes, that's right. STUDENTS from AAU will be showing their full collections on the same runway as William Rast, Rag and Bone, and LAMB. There is a live streaming of the show at 5 if anyone happens to see this post beforehand! (I knew i should have posted earlier, sorry!)<br /><br />And then to make the evening just THAT much more fashion oriented, Neiman Marcus downtown is hosting Vogue's Fashion Night Out and there is special recognition of AAU students doing demonstrations and showcasing work! 2 fabulous designers have had the chance to disply some of their work in the stores front windows for all passerby's to see. It's beautiful (post pics later). I am so excited to see where my schooling takes me (bryant park, anyone?) and what sort of opportunities come my way.<br /><br />Doors and windows are both open, lets hold on to our seats people! Promise to post pics from the night soon (I think Im going to jump back up on the personal blogging train, I've been a bystander for some time now, I want to share too!)AbMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07634591367524556139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351616334973541355.post-56954183104765252162010-03-18T14:28:00.001-07:002010-03-18T14:28:55.581-07:00SPDIn light of my Irish roots I proudly sported lime green nail polish yesterday by OPI. It recieved mad ratings for boldness and being unexpected. I love bright spring colors<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/weakwithwords/MyBlogPhotos02#5450089012893423634'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp_9GWUeHftyvkO8I_u2LR3axG9_gS7InCeXzem_7wh9wDQlyVO7ukSXHllWovHrj-Zkanx5IBDki_bP-pT7tapnpahMaLMIb_i-YhgGibOhkkygaKLFTVNTvuSvN-VQJazOXib9YEqQI/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='276' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />AbMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07634591367524556139noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351616334973541355.post-34438223510469188872010-02-24T14:46:00.001-08:002010-02-24T14:59:34.620-08:00what to do what to do<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:webdings;">So here I sit, watching the rain trickle down outside my window. Baxter is laying with me, blissfully staring as well. (Baxter is my dog, btw). And I'm doing what I always do before I have to make the trek to work...I read my fashion blogs. I have an extensive list of sites I frequent and all of them give me a little something extra for my fashion palette. I wish I knew how to get started like that. I love all things fashion, the photos, the combos, the make up, the hair, the fact that one can wear nothing that matches and have it match perfectly, I thirst for all of that. I've never been much of a writer, so excuse me if this sucks majorly, but I'm going to give my blog the good ol' college try...for once. I'm taking up blog-space anyways, so I might as well try to make this nothing into a something.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:webdings;">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:webdings;">I dont consider myself "fashionable" but I do consider myself knowledgeable in fashion. (there is a huge difference). Since my bank account and budget doesn't exactly let me purchase any YSL pumps or a beautiful Burberry trench, I try to make due with the little morsels I find elsewhere to fit the same look or trend. I find that sometimes even the simplist pieces (a $20 t-shirt from the Gap is better then the $250 designer brand one from Nordy's...it's a t-shirt, you cant really eff it up) are the most tried and true ones and the end up staying in your closet for longer then the trend lasts. Thus being said, whenever I post a look of mine you can almost be certain you wont find any MAJOR designers in them, though I love to read about them in the mags, look at their fashion week presentations, and read about the changes they are making in their fashion houses. Unless someone decides to friend me some YSL pumps or a Balenciaga bag...which I wouldn't mind either :)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:webdings;">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:webdings;">My name is Ashley, and I am an aspiring fashion merchandiser/stylist. I am moving to San Francisco, CA in the summer to start my first semester @ the Academy of Art University for Fashion Merchandising. I spend a good $30 a month on magazines alone (sure I get a couple american ones in the mail because hello! Subscriptions are like less then half the cover cost) but I prefer the international mags to the US ones (I love UK Elle) and one of my goals is to one day learn french so that i can ACTUALLY read and understand the Paris Vogue. I wear heels even when I'm not going out, I love all things shiny, and I'm typically never without a Coach bag or tote on my arm (I <3></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:webdings;">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:webdings;">**Please dont judge me by any of my previous postings, I'm sure I seem slightly wacko.</span></div>AbMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07634591367524556139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351616334973541355.post-66255404542571925122010-01-06T15:59:00.000-08:002010-01-06T16:02:42.357-08:00give me a cookie!!!!Day 6 of no sugar/sweets and it's getting hard...every tasty treat i see on tv or in person makes my mouth water :( but I can already tell a change in my body and the way it feels. A) i haven't had that "ooohhh i shouldnt have eaten that" feeling and then end up feeling like crap all evening long and B) I have been "Puffy" so to speak...you know, when your mid sections just seems to feel a little puffier then normal, well, i'm linking mine to my past sugar intake. Since swearing off sugar for the month of January I've shed a minimum of 300 calories a day in my diet, which will add up to a LOT come Sunday! I am personally very proud of myself for holding so strong for almost 1 full week (sugar free in my lattes, no sugar free candy, no sugar rim on my martini) since everyone who knows me didn't think i'd last 24 hours :) take thatAbMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07634591367524556139noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351616334973541355.post-43640021444581542602010-01-02T10:07:00.000-08:002010-01-02T10:10:12.425-08:00Dear New Year:As i previously made known, my news year resolution is to try something new for a full month, every month this year...I picked January to be my "no refined sugar" month....Day 1 down. I'm a big sweets and candy person, and if this doesn't actually kill me, it's going to be a miracle. I've also decided to chart my weight a few times a week, to see if just the simple act of refined sugar from ones diet is enough to produce a minor weight loss. I'm a fairly healthy person (sugar aside) so i'm very interested to see where this leads.....hummm...<div><br /></div><div>Day 2, no sugar....and i'm dying for a piece of dark choco :( mer.</div>AbMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07634591367524556139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351616334973541355.post-69418680890725056882009-12-22T23:26:00.001-08:002009-12-22T23:31:42.892-08:00three cheers for new yearsso i have given it many many a thoughts..my new years resolution. Everyone, wether they admit it or not, has one. In the back of their mind, they give themselves one that they half heartedly try to follow every year. Well, i've never been much of one to try and pick a serious resolution with intentions on following it until this year. Standing in my shower i had a suddenly brilliant idea: I will try something new, every month, and continue to try it till the 30 days is up. Now as to what months will be what, i have no clue, but I do have a few ideas for a few:<div><br /></div><div>go vegetarian</div><div>not buy any new clothing for 30 days</div><div>only shop at local boutiques (no department stores)</div><div>no sugar</div><div>10 push ups a night</div><div>do something nice/out of the way for someone new</div><div><br /></div><div>i think this is an ideal way to try 12 new years resolutions for a short span of time greatening my chances of completing them and doing something good for myself and the people around me :) I am very excited for 2010 and all that they year shall bring.</div>AbMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07634591367524556139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351616334973541355.post-86105834359431685772009-12-19T15:30:00.001-08:002009-12-19T15:30:38.213-08:00Mmmmm good...Waiting for a friend at Mercato Ristorante in Oly... Enjoying the chianti <br /><br /><center><a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/weakwithwords/MyBlogPhotos02#5417093797257917442'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtzB4ljaqrIMZy99AMw06jeUTW3I5N-K6ymU-ukR1awnRtODGwfhfnasGGrvvp_bipqN5LIlXJLSe_nCAEuSp9Ery9F4jxBqRgvMfHG4PqKL6uRETrB5ipCTO_jCFjEXND_Wgl8JFtKTc/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='280' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Rain is pouring outside and Christmas is in the air. I thoroughly enjoy this time of year even when the economy is on the outs at the moment. How can one be unhappy during this season? It really allows you to appreciate what you have rather then want all the things you are without. Cheers :)<br />AbMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07634591367524556139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351616334973541355.post-4642555031868022222009-12-07T20:47:00.000-08:002009-12-07T20:51:31.460-08:00lookbook love<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjBckKP_1ybc56FydUburDx-bjmEDL60-wS6hfofokisYZUsbfukykV0Ukytfc0m426ZMi3wnXWlbDl4J4Gd4rzNLylGtWDHCKpvQnGWKtb3iJRxQ1qEryUnReV_HBDJj-cLRKtd3tsyY/s1600-h/Lookbook+Test.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjBckKP_1ybc56FydUburDx-bjmEDL60-wS6hfofokisYZUsbfukykV0Ukytfc0m426ZMi3wnXWlbDl4J4Gd4rzNLylGtWDHCKpvQnGWKtb3iJRxQ1qEryUnReV_HBDJj-cLRKtd3tsyY/s320/Lookbook+Test.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412722690748630754" /></a>This was last weeks Lookbook.nu post. It's awkward for me to try to pose and not look like a doornob or something...i was clearly NEVER a model. Ever. I guess I need Tyra to teach me to "smile with my eyes" or whatever it is she says :)<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqLlGnfVRA8psrOi6Ngd3uC3e-0vxrEMdYRSrU-RwH-eUWKo9vaJUHBzU7W0vuk7Aw5XT3fXWfWP493R6JWRE2mlPN6BBz-FfnXZLkheGHpG-PVpzsfLvzzh1721vzEyyebZ97bf1xpIA/s1600-h/Lookbook+12:5.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqLlGnfVRA8psrOi6Ngd3uC3e-0vxrEMdYRSrU-RwH-eUWKo9vaJUHBzU7W0vuk7Aw5XT3fXWfWP493R6JWRE2mlPN6BBz-FfnXZLkheGHpG-PVpzsfLvzzh1721vzEyyebZ97bf1xpIA/s320/Lookbook+12:5.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412722683160982706" /></a>This was my Lookbook post, POST San Fran trip :) I had been dreaming of the day when I would finally run into a Zara and what do you know....I found one in San Francisco. This yummy little flowered shirt dress is from there, Vest by A&F, liquid leggies by Zinc, and shoes by Aldo...I heart Aldo</div>AbMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07634591367524556139noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351616334973541355.post-7192289220446333622009-11-25T13:10:00.000-08:002009-11-25T13:19:07.416-08:00not even photoshop could help me know<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMZaQ-sKt2SMOPoOmixBnrThx1YlLdpY_tP0qtmyMKbZ4UVNMx1vQgAK0uJHzcya86MpaUEtdSgJ-Pn9XCO86RPjq0MR2on6-4EgU3N1HbpKxMvPUarEc00p3R9PZ975W_c97h-kSKmaI/s1600/Photo+on+2009-11-25+at+12.22.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMZaQ-sKt2SMOPoOmixBnrThx1YlLdpY_tP0qtmyMKbZ4UVNMx1vQgAK0uJHzcya86MpaUEtdSgJ-Pn9XCO86RPjq0MR2on6-4EgU3N1HbpKxMvPUarEc00p3R9PZ975W_c97h-kSKmaI/s320/Photo+on+2009-11-25+at+12.22.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408152824170659890" /></a>what can I say, i'm incredibly new to this whole "fashion blogging" thing. I was invited to join Lookbook.nu which was a HUUUGGEE honor to me being as I am SUCH a newbie via the web to this whole scene, so here's my first look. One thing you should know about me is I love close...a ton. There is no such thing as too much, I love creating outfits, i love dressing other people, I love being out of the box when it comes to what i present myself in for the day. Am i feeling chic? Comfortable? Lazy? Sexy? Masculine? Ultra- Fem? I love all the options. It's a sense of complete control that I can't get from much else :) only thing is now I have to learn how to take a decent picture...because clearly I look like SUCH an amateur! This is horrid and I'm sure it will haunt me the rest of my blogging career. ish.AbMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07634591367524556139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351616334973541355.post-12772389281588790312009-11-22T10:50:00.000-08:002009-11-22T10:54:51.393-08:00You make breaking hearts look so easy...and then it ends. After a week of non responsive torture to my heart he finally ended it. Said "he cant be in a relationship right now and it's not fair to me"...right, "fair"...After a very very long drive at 3 in the morning, i just feel numb. IDK what to do really...Heartbroken, yes, but now what? I'm leaving for school in 6 months, I work a lot, and he was my best friend...for 6 years now. Guess I gotta figure it out on my own now. You never really know what you got till you're missing it a lot, that's for sure. All the "should have could have would have"s start floating around your mind making you feel like this all could have been avoided if you'd just done a few things different...but you didnt. Why not? It's a question that will always remain unanswered and who knows what will come of me and Mr. Garland. Till then, I gotta find some other things to occupy my time...least my San Fran trip is coming up soon, get the hell out of this godforsaken town and just experience another place on my own for a few days...If I had known all this was happening I would have registered for the winter classes..Eff my life.<div><br /></div><div>-AbM</div>AbMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07634591367524556139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351616334973541355.post-7690023508991014242009-11-18T10:15:00.000-08:002009-11-18T10:19:06.830-08:00love love love loveWhat am I currently loving?...<div><br /></div><div>My MacBook (hearts)</div><div>Cobra Starship "Hot Mess" album (do not underestimate the power of electric pop people)</div><div>Tights/Leggings/Nylons/Any non-traditional pants as pants</div><div>Leather ...on anything</div><div>Large chunky bobbles (necklaces, rings, earrings, bracelets, head bands)</div><div>Bows. nuff said</div><div>My Americano and my morning fashion blogs on a cold blistery day...</div><div><br /></div><div>those are my current loves. Now when I figure out how to put pictures up on this thing, we can really start communicating :) love you blog, love you</div><div><br /></div><div>-AbM</div>AbMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07634591367524556139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351616334973541355.post-42050042780553710962009-11-15T17:40:00.000-08:002009-11-15T18:33:34.889-08:00didn't see this comingJust when you think you're in the clear of personal drama and life-confusion, someone out there decides "no way <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">hozay</span>, let's try this drama on for size"..So here I sit, knowing I don't have to move (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">yay</span>!) but when I finally take a deep sigh of relief I have to quickly suck it all back in. The same week my location limbo ended, my relationship limbo has been brought to font. The BF is one of the most amazing guys I have ever met, and I should know...he's been a part of my life for almost 7 years now. He's a hard working and caring person, loves to put others before himself and make sure everyone is taken care of and happy, even if that means putting his own desires, wishes, wants, and time on the back burner. I know all this first hand, and yet I still somehow manage to take advantage of him sometimes..not intentionally of course, but with my life tossing and turning me every which way lately, I haven't been as understanding and supportive of HIM as I should have. I know that now, because he's taken our relationship to 7<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">th</span> grade status...the dreaded "break"...<div><br /></div><div>What does that even mean? Breaks are for a cup of coffee and employee gossip around the water cooler, not relationships with people you care about. "Break" is just another word for "I'm putting you on the back burner right now because <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">I'm</span> not ready to make a final decision to the situation"..and its not exactly the best feeling ever. I've done this to him plenty of times (I still feel horrible) but I knew exactly why I pulled the "breaks"; because I was getting bored and wanted to see what other fish were swimming in the sea. I was also a young, stupid, immature <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">adolescent</span> who still has not forgiven herself for all the wrong I have caused to this person I care so much about. It hurts really bad. He says not to worry, that he just needs some space, but what does that all really mean? Is there someone else? Is he bored with ME? Did I push his buttons too far needing him more then he was able to give? All these questions are flooding my head and it's getting hard to think or do anything else besides sit and zone out. He's my best friend, I care about him more then anything else and he's the one person in my life I know will always be there for me no matter what...least I thought that...now <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">I'm</span> not so sure.</div><div><br /></div><div>I've never checked my phone so many times in a day hoping to see a text from BF, never looked at someones <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">facebook</span> status more to see if it changed, hoping to get a clue as to how is feeling...I'm boarding on stalker status... After all is said and done I do realize how my negative energy effects people around me, in a more drastic way then I ever realized. There's about 500 things I would have done differently, but I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">don't</span> know if I'll get the chance. Haven't talked to him for 48 hours...and counting...</div>AbMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07634591367524556139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351616334973541355.post-36283702814230680842009-11-11T00:57:00.000-08:002009-11-11T01:13:00.059-08:00As the world turns...Well I've been in the same place for a year now, and that can only mean one thing...time to move! (<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">exclamation</span> point for dramatic effect only). I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">loathe</span> moving. It's one of the most time consuming, annoying, and frustrating things that we as humans have to do. Animals aren't forced to pack up belongings in flimsy boxes and transport it from one place to another, so why should we? If I had a desire to go through everything single thing I owned, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">don't</span> you think I would have done it months ago? But alas, it is that time of year again. Only this time, when I thought I had moved to the ends of the earth...I have to move even further...to Shelton, WA. Do I even know if Shelton is on your standard map? No. <div><br /></div><div>I love my father, he's the best dad he can be and he's given me more most other children never get from their parents. I consider myself one of the few lucky ones to have scored with 1 completely normal parent. But his choice in woman since divorcing my mom in '98 (actually, I guess since they got divorced she would technically count as one of the "choices" in question) has been completely hit and miss. Don't get me wrong, she's an amazing gal, and she's been so gracious as to let me live with them for the past year (he's been there for 2) but her and her kids aren't normal...They're incapable of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">coexisting</span> with people who function like normal human beings...he threw in the white flag in the battle and now we're forced to live in the only place we can afford right now (with him switching professions and me trying to pay for one, we're slightly strapped), our summer cabin out in Shelton. </div><div><br /></div><div>It's a beautiful piece of property. Sitting on a clean, 5 mile natural lake, it's absolutely gorgeous..when it's 78 degrees out. In the winter it's cold, wet, windy and almost creepy. The house wasn't built with "housing" conditions in mind. We have a kitchen and running water, shower and all that stuff...but we lack a few necessities..like a washer and dryer. And heating! Let me just say, I am not looking forward to this move <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">because</span> I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">don't</span> really see any good that can come from it. Besides having additional thinking time in the extra driving miles <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">I'm</span> going to wrack up, as my job isn't exactly in the Mason County area....lovely. </div><div><br /></div><div>Right now I just want to get to school and not so much start over as to have new material to work with. New people, new places, new things to inspire and motivate. More to look at and think about. I love WA and I have no problem making this place my permanent home someday, but I gotta be <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">doing</span> something else by now. 4 years later, it's time to be an adult and start moving. Literally.</div>AbMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07634591367524556139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351616334973541355.post-31302609571933790742009-10-19T01:32:00.000-07:002009-10-19T01:47:56.177-07:00Creative AvoidenceAfter a long relaxing day of magazines, pampering, and cozy leggings one would think I would be nodding off peacefully in total, utter zen bliss. Unfortunately, the one thing that could effect that rather delightful idea, occured. The dreaded "were in a rut" talk with the BF. Now let me go on the record by saying we've had our fair share of history in the 6 years we've known each other. We don't have enough fingers to measure how many times he told me he loved me and while I loved him too I "wasn't ready" and was trying to spread my relationship wings with a few, rather huge, wastes of time. I knew He was where I belonged and wanted but something was always holding back. To this day I still search high and low for whatever "it" is. I'm completely insecure with myself, work two jobs I can't stand, have no true friends to call and get advice from and live with my crazy and sometimes insane family; while He is just as insecure as I am, completely stubborn, working a second job on top of his full time career in order to put me through school and is forever exhausted... Were two screwed up people trying to figure out how to make the other person happy. When I think secretly we just wish that person would be happy with themselves first and formost. Do I care about him? Absolutely. He's always been the closest thing to a best friend that Ive had. He's accepted me for my faults and flaws along with my fancies and wishes. He drops his own schedule for mine most of the time and he hasn't been able to make his own descisions since freshman year so it's safe to say, yes I care about him. But I still feel like were missing something. Together, were just not fully getting it. It's stressful to plan an evening for us, on the rare occassion he sucks up his sleepy eyes and trys to please me by leaving the confines of his room when all he really wants to do is relax and get back to neutral. And I still try and watch as much football as humanly possible on a Sunday even when I have no clue what's going on whatsoever and drive 2 hours out of the way to bring him his favorite Thai food after a long week ( it also has been used as a peace offering on occassion). I just wish I knew how to love myself better so that I could let him love me the way he wants to. It's a never ending quest. <br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />AbMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07634591367524556139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351616334973541355.post-62238630013848583232009-10-01T16:29:00.000-07:002009-10-06T13:26:41.213-07:00Stuffed to the gillsI went out last night and had a wonderfully filling meal with the boy at the cheesecake factory. If you have never been I strongly recommend it because it is in fact lifechanging cuisine. Start off with a fire roasted artichoke and Asian pear martini (delectable) and the wonderful Evelyns Favorite Pasta for a main entree. While it is a vegitarian dish, this pasta is so packed with flavor it's like a garden party in your mouth. Yum. And the only way to finish the meal off is with a slice of overly delish cheesecake... My favorite is the Chocolate Coconut Cream Cheesecake, but there is by far not a bad slice in that place. After partaking of such a wonderfully satisfying and caloric filled meal I told myself this morning "americanos and salad for you today lady" to offset the damage I did. And that worked perfectly until I woke up and devowered the rest of my cheesecake... Cheesecake in the morning isn't as tastey as it sounds I do not recommend that. But of course, after arriving at job #1 my boss starts trying to fatten me up like a Christmas turkey offering homemade smoothies and whole wheat pizza. And I can't be rude now can I? She keeps me employed after all... So I try to stomach more food, all the while cursing that cheesecake. Damn that cheesecake. ..<br />AbMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07634591367524556139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351616334973541355.post-29735532166158708552009-10-01T13:43:00.000-07:002009-10-01T13:52:59.249-07:00to blog or not to blog?as i am sure you have already noticed, I am a beginner blogger. I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">dont</span> really know nor understand the purpose of a blog, but what i do know is there are many and millions that I constantly view while sitting on my couch, wasting time on the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">compu</span> watching reruns of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Kardashians</span> (you do it too, be proud). Though the ones I am searching through are typically famous fashion blogs of people who have either exceptional taste or a great self style (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">i'm</span> a sucker for fashion although I am very unfashionable in my own personal opinion).my name is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">AbM</span>, i live in the sad, sad little town of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Yelm</span>, WA (doubt it's even on the map if you tried to find it) and I work 2 jobs while trying to save for <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">cosmetology</span> school. i have a very interesting family (if that's the right word? it's confusing) and a not so interesting life. the only thing interesting about my life in my opinion would be my boyfriend <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Josiah</span> who even after 6 years of putting up with my back and forth, "it's not the right time" and "it is the right time" attitude still finds it in his heart to love and support me; and my dog <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Baxter</span> (pictures to follow). so this will i guess be an entrance into my day to day life/a place to vent where judgement surpasses me (because lets face it, i cant see you, it's a computer screen). let me <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">apologize</span> in advance because I am weak with words. thank you<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">AbM</span>AbMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07634591367524556139noreply@blogger.com0