Fairly often, I have this overwhelming urge to dye my hair an unconventional color. I can't commit to anything permanent though because A) I have the attention span of a gnat and B) I like my red hair and it would be almost impossible to get it bleached and then colored without it all falling out of my head.
So I decided to try Garnier Color Styler. It's a non-permanent "dye" that coats your hair with the color, but it doesn't penetrate or actually change your hair color. Sounds like the perfect solution, so I tried it with mixed results. On one hand, the color does show up vividly, which is awesome, and it does last a few shampoos. I've washed my hair once and the color faded a little, but it is definitely still pink. The problem with this product is that it makes your hair have the grossest texture of all time. It feels like there is glue in my hair and I cannot get it to remain tangle-free for more than five minutes. I'm legitimately forming dreadlocks. Other online reviews and comments seem to agree that the texture is annoying. I'm hoping that all of the color, and with it, the consistency, will be removed from my hair in another wash or two. Although some other users said it lasted way longer, so I hope that's not the case for me. I'm not convinced the emotional trauma of having to brush out your dreads every fifteen minutes is worth it. However, if you only want to put a few streaks of color in your hair and don't want to permanently dye your hair, this product will probably work well for you. Just don't be an idiot and ombre athe entire bottom half of your head. Your hair will tangle. And you will die. But at least it looks cool. And yes, this post is doubling as an OOTD post #sorrynotsorry
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Apparently is was supposed to snow today, hence the bleak whiteness in the background. Who knew. Maybe I should get into the habit of checking the weather before I leave my house.
Do you ever just know you belong somewhere? Like you just know you will thrive there? That's how I feel about New York. Since I was a child, I knew that I was a city person. I'm not sure if that's a weird thing to know when your seven years old, but whatever. Every time my family took a road trip, I would always stay up because I knew we were bound to drive through a city, and I loved looking at the lights and the buildings. Even now, every time I see a skyline in the horizon, I still feel that hint of excitement.
I need a big city. A packed metropolis, if you will. Minneapolis is not nearly large enough. The more people, the more buildings, the more craziness, the happier I am. My list of acceptable habitats has pretty much been narrowed down to New York, Chicago and Paris. London would also be a potential contender. However, as I go through the pros and cons of each, there is ultimately some reason why I couldn't see myself living permanently in Chicago, Paris or London — I'll get into the reasons later. Which leaves New York. My true home, I think. And here are the reasons why I think New York is where I'm meant to be: It's on the East Coast. Chicago is a great city — it's big, there are plenty of people, and it's ridiculously awesome in the summer. If I could spend every summer in Chicago, I'd be a very happy camper, err, city dweller. But alas, Chicago is in the Midwest and I am an East Coast person, which I never really realized until I spent a few years in this god forsaken, landlocked tundra. Although I grew up all over the place, I've always had strong ties to the East Coast because my mom is from New Jersey. I spent my childhood playing in the ocean and eating "hoagies." Not to mention, my family currently resides in Savannah, which is on the East Coast (for those of you who are geographically challenged). Which leads me to my next point. New York is only an hour from the beach. I didn't realize how much I missed the East Coast and the beach until my jerk friend Kelly started snapping me pictures from Florida. I miss the ocean. Lakes suck. New York has everything I need – specifically Chinatown. Not sure why I'm so fond of Chinatown, but I'm assuming it's because I have an eating problem and Chinese food is damn delicious. It's one of those things that we always did *if* we were visiting a city on vacation. We would eat Chinese food and it was always spectacular. The Midwest severely lacks quality Chinese food in my opinion. Speaking of food... Brunch is a religion. Brunch is taken seriously in New York. As it should be. People need to prioritize brunch more. Why wouldn't you want to spend hours eating eggs and potatoes and drinking Bloody Mary's!? Those three items are the holy trinity. And I stand by that. New Yorkers brunch like the champions that they are and the world should do the same. So. Many. Concerts. Have you ever heard of an artist not having a concert in New York? No. Because it literally never happens. Every artist ever performs in New York. Oh, you want to see Skrillex? He'll be here on Friday. You wanna see Taylor Swift? She's coming in March. Literally you could see every artist you've ever wanted to see. How awesome is that? The fashion. The true reason New York wins the non-existent competition of my home, is because New York is where fashion happens. Paris is the fashion capital of the world, and I would absolutely love to live there, but Paris is in France. And as much as I love it, I don't think I could ever legitimately become an expat. So unless I can land some baller job that keeps fighting for me to stay in the country, I can't imagine I'll ever be able to live in Paris full-time. But that's okay, because New York is home to so many fashion brands, you can't even start listing them because the list would never end. I want to work in fashion and that means I need to move to New York. It's basically non-negotiable. Not to mention everyone seems to dress well in New York, so that's an added bonus. Have I sold the idea of New York to you yet? Because I've definitely sold myself on the idea. Watch out, NYC, I'm coming for you! Just give me 18 months so I can save up enough money to live in poverty in a super crappy apartment in a very sketch area. Don't worry, I'm sure the views will be great. Yesterday, as I was talking to my mother on the phone (after she accidentally face-timed me THREE times in her attempt to make a call), she excitedly told me that I should start taking pictures of my outfits and putting them on Instagram. Because apparently fashion bloggers make a lot of money. She's so cute. But alas, her naive faith in me has given me the encouragement I need to once again try this whole style blogging thing. So this one is for you, mom. Now do you know where I can find approximately 700,000 followers? Thanks. Photos by Ashlie Johnson. Check her out. She's awesome.
When I was in sixth grade I decided that my New Year’s resolution would be not to drink soda for the entire year. And for some reason, my 12-year-old self was incredibly dedicated to this resolution and I did not drink soda for all of 2003 (or was it 2004?). That was the last time I actually stuck to a New Year’s resolution.
It’s not that I’m a complete failure with zero willpower, it’s just I’ve never really set a resolution compelling enough to really follow through. But this year, I’m making a resolution that really resonates with me. Live an instagrammable life. Not only does this statement encourage me to achieve my goal of having a well-done instagram account (I don’t want to be insta-famous, I just want to take good pictures and use my instagram as a portfolio piece), but it means doing things that are worth instagramming. Perhaps I’ll visit museums, drink more espresso, dress better, make jewelry, hell, even buy more cute shoes – it doesn’t really matter what I do, but by living an “instagrammable” life, I will be pushing myself to do more with my free time, instead of watching 30 Rock for the eightieth time (I still love you, Tina). That is my new mantra for 2015. Live an instagrammable life. Secondary resolutions include: style blogging at least once a week, eating paleo 80 percent of the time, and studying French every time I consume wine (so at the rate I consume le vin, I should be fluent by March). Cheers to 2015! XOXO. A reoccurring theme in my blog posts is how I lack hobbies. I can never figure out what to do in my free time, so I just end up watching 30 Rock until I can go to bed without being judged (I like going to bed at 10, okay?). Every time I think of something that might be a fun hobby, it’s too expensive or I know that I’ll be tired of it after 3 weeks and if I did spend money to do said hobby, it will be wasted. I’m also deterred by having to go somewhere to do something. I’m a real piece of work. A second reoccurring theme in my blog posts is my desire to eat paleo. It’s the only diet that makes sense to me, but unfortunately it’s kind of hard to do, a little expensive, and I have a weakness for nachos. I’ve had some good runs on the paleo diet, but I can never seem to stick to it for more than a month. The first time I did it was right when I returned from Paris and the thought of bread made we want to vomit. I just ate fruit and vegetables while on the couch watching TV and I lost three pounds. Even my dad was impressed. So where am I going with this? Somewhere, I promise – just wait for it. And then the other day my roommates and I decided to watch reruns of past Victoria’s Secret fashion shows, because why not indulge in some self-loathing before going out on a Saturday night? Anyway, my female roommate and I were talking about how we could totally look like Victoria’s Secret models if we just ate well and exercised (duh). We are clearly both delusional and conceited, but that’s a whole other thing. Then today I read an article on elle.com about how the fashion editor was going to try to turn herself into a Victoria’s Secret model. And I thought to myself, “hmm, that could be my hobby.” What if getting in shape a la Victoria’s Secret Angels was my hobby? It would kill two birds with one stone – I would have something to do after work to occupy my time – exercising, cooking, thinking about food but not actually eating it – and I would have to eat paleo. Can’t eat nachos and look like Candice Swanepoel. You just can’t.
Now obviously I’m smart enough to know that I am not committed enough to really do this. I like drinking wine too much and I am rarely motivated to exercise. But it would be a fun experiment for a week or two, right? I'm getting tired just thinking about having to do this, but it would be an entertaining blog series at the very least. I'm should put more thought into this. More to come... Overall, I'd say that the fashion at this year's VMAs was overwhelmingly underwhelming. For an award show that is known for its risque environment, attendees definitely played it safe. (As I write this I wonder if I have become completely desensitized to inappropriate clothing due to the recent requirement for female pop stars to be ridiculously provocative in order to get any media attention). Anyway, that's a conversation for another time. Preceding comment aside, the 2014 MTV Video Music Awards were pretty tame.
Although there were some outliers (I'm looking at you, Amber Rose and Katy Perry), a majority of the red carpet walkers rocked all black ensembles, which I admire immensely. Ariana Grande and Miley Cyrus both went the black leather route, with Grande in Moschino and Cyrus in Alexandre Vauthier. And while the former child stars both looked great, I think my favorite looks of the night are Kylie Jenner in Alexandre Vauthier and Solange Knowles in H&M (!??!!). Let's face it; Kylie Jenner killed it in her floor length silk gown with a semi-scandalous slit (she is 17 after all). It's so effortlessly cool, you almost forget that she is a member of the attention seeking Kardashian clan. And Solange always looks chic, but the fact that she a) wore a baggy blazer/pants combo to the VMAs and b) wore H&M, just makes everything ten times better. This is a perfect example of less is more. I think the VMAs are a great place to be trendy. So brava, Kylie and Solange. I approve. I don't totally understand all of the hype around Beyonce. Sure, she's beautiful and talented, but I don't understand why everyone worships her. I'll give her some credit for being a feminist. I'm very pro feminism. And releasing her album without any press was pretty badass. Ok, maybe I do like Beyonce, but not for her music. Anyway, Beyonce feelings aside, I love that "I woke up like this" (#flawless) has become a thing. It's phenomenal. It's no wonder it's been quickly adopted by the fashion industry. Every fashion girl wakes up each day and spends too much time trying to look like they didn't try at all. This shirt is like an optical illusion, tricking people into thinking that I woke up looking like this, when in reality, I didn't. You have to admit though, this outfit is pretty #flawless.
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