Just a little Audrey to brighten the day!

“You can always tell what kind of a person a man really thinks you are by the earrings he gives you”

“My look is attainable. Women can look like Audrey Hepburn by flipping out their hair, buying the large sunglasses, and the little sleeveless dresses.”

Being a card carrying member of Generation X (or is it Generation Y?), I have a penchant for internet surfing not unlike so many others out there...

As mentioned in previous posts, I have somewhat of an addiction towards Craigslist. Okay, its more than somewhat. I love it, need it, crave it. I suspect men in white jackets will be knocking at my door any minute to cart me away to rehab a la Britney Spears (minus the shaved head).

I usually browse for whatever strikes my fancy that day. Job hunting has finally (thank god!) been replaced by apartment hunting which can be a task all in itself. When my brain starts getting too boggled, I decide to look through the more ridiculous options on there. Did you know there is an entire section devoted to carpooling? The only place I haven't ventured is into the discussion board. Discussion boards can be a volatile and emotional area for all involved, I just don't care enough to read 20 pages of people fighting over which video game is better. Sometimes for a laugh I will skim through the discussion topics. Haiku anyone? Imagine THAT's a real debate topic right there, folks.

Anyoo, back to the topic at hand. Today, I stumbled across something that truly got to me. Now brace yourselves here and please remember I am your friend and not some weird creepy internet weirdo...

I spent like 45 minutes browsing through the "missed connection" section! *gasp* *faint* *sigh*

I know, I can't believe I'm admitting to it either. I went in there out of sheer curiosity, wanted to see what it was all about and what kind of people would actually post things in there...and ya know what? it tugged at me a bit. Despite the sarcastic and cynical outlook I typically have on life, the missed connections site called out to my inner hopeless romantic.

If you've never seen this part of Craigslist, this is a section where people go in and post about a missed connection they had, so something like : "I saw you at Starbucks wearing the pink shirt and we chatted for a few minutes, I wish I had gotten the chance to ask for your number, your smile made my day". Then someone can respond via email and hopefully a connection is made.

I'm not quite sure why this intrigued me so much, but I read through a bunch of them and it was really heart warming in a way. It wasn't a bunch of people asking for one night stands and raunchy sexual innuendos, it was honest people humbly coming forward searching for opportunity. First off, I think its nice because hey, if I'm taking the time to get dressed, do my hair, put on makeup, wear a cute outfit and be generally polite in public to people, then girlfriend should be getting a shout out somewhere...also, with all the corruption and dishonesty in this world, the boys who lie, cheat and are generally just poopy, its nice to be reminded there are still decent human beings out there...

I dunno, maybe I'm just a big, mushy nerd but this whole thing just reminded me so much of a fateful, ABC family, You've Got Mail type of situation, no?

Plus....admit it, how much would you be like OMG if you found yourself on there and some guy was boasting about how beautiful you were and how you made his day?

I'm suddenly having flashbacks of the Vitamin C Graduation song "as we go on, we remember....all the times we, had together..."

Here's the thing. I graduated in December. Its been like 8 months since I donned the cap and gown and did the diploma thing but only know is it starting to sink in, my time in Florida is ending. I leave for Boston in 9 days. My apartment is in complete disarray, I'm living out a suitcase and I'm having a moving sale this weekend to get rid of furniture and excess *crap* for a lack of a better word, that won't be making the move.

I just can't believe its here.

There were so many times when I swore up and down I would never ever like Florida. I cursed myself and my family for making this decision, shot dirty looks at the red necks and country bumpkins and vowed I'd be back north before I knew it. Now, as the calendar days are counting down and the one marked with a big red circle is fastly approaching, I find myself incredibly sad and nostalgic about everything.

Florida and Florida State University have provided me with some of the best memories I've ever had. Regardless of the nastiness of Tennessee St and the complete and utter lack of shopping found in Governors Sq Mall, my life has been profoundly touched by the countless hours spent at Bullwinkle's, Po Boys, Waldemar and on campus. I've met the love of my life here, realized my dream of teaching here and so much more. There is a cliched saying, "I didn't go to college to find my husband, I came to find my bridesmaids". And that I did (okay now the tears are going to start, so just stop reading now if you could care less about the emotional aspects of my life).

My whole life I was an only child. Since being in Florida, I gained sisters. Beyond the greek letters and the stereotypical sorority labels, I found true blue (light and dark blue!)life-long, can't live without them, sisters. You know how I know they are true sisters to me? They love and accept me regardless. Through all the opinionated rants, gossip fueled, late night phone calls, tyrannical nagging, clothes stealing, bitchy, eye rolling times (all on my behalf- whooops), these girls have been there.

In 9 days, I will be making the 22 hour drive from Tallahassee, FL to Boston, MA and its going to be a dousy. As I cross over the Mason-Dixon line, I will be quietly ending one chapter of my life and begin writing the next. However, I know, without a doubt, like any real writer...I will be sure to go back every once and a while and relive all that I wrote...

well here it is, the rare and elusive weekend blog post. I don't think I've ever done one during the weekend?

I figured I need to keep it updated for all the adoring fans out there (ha!) seriously though, I want to say thank you to everyone whose been keeping up with it and told me they've enjoyed it...I really appreciate that and it only makes me want to blab even more!

first on the list... paula abdul. Has anyone seen her new show on bravo? gurrrlll, you need some SERIOUS help. She is so wacked out. Therapy, a lobotamy, something. Whatever drugs she's taking, I want some. Watching her show is like watching a car accident, there are times when I wince at what shes saying, its sooo awkward, I want to just reach through the television and help a sister out. On the plus side, although her stylist seems like an absolute moron, she does have some really cute clothes and she drives my dream car (the White Range Rover...aawwww love). I just hope Paula can pull her ish together and work it, because I'd hate to see such a legend go down in flames the way she is.

The countdown to the move is like 2 weeks...holy shit. I'm moving to Boston 2 weeks from today. And what am I doing at noon on a Saturday? Sitting on my couch, watching America's Next Top Model marathon and getting ready to go lay out by the pool. haaaa I'm seriously such a terrible packer. I made an honest effort last weekend. The result? One box is packed, and its dvds I moved from my shelf to the box on the floor right next to the shelf...

oh well, whats a girl to do? This girl is gonna lay by the pool, drink daquiris and enjoy the last 2 weeks of florida sunshine she's gonna have for a longggggg time :)

Happy 4th!

It is almost the 4th and it is making me nostalgic for all the 4th of July's spent at our family's house on the Cape...

going to the beach


evenings on the front porch


Saturday afternoons in town


summer just isn't summer without Cape Cod <3


next year I will be back there, I make it my mission.... until then, everyone have a happy safe 4th of July :)

It's July!!!

It's July! It's July!!!

I have been waiting months for July to come! and noooo, not because of the 4th (although, I guess as the gf of a deployed Marine, I should be celebrating our Independence?) but no, not the 4th...something MUCH bigger, MUCH better than any fireworks display or red,white and blue themed cook out.....

HARRY POTTER! Yes folks, I am putting it out there for all the world to see and read. I, Marie, am a fully devoted Harry Potter fan and July 2007 is like the month of alll months for Harry Potter fans. Not only do we have the movie coming out (July 11th) but book 7 as well (July 21st). While I'm not going to launch into a full diatribe about the amazingness of HP (yes, there is even a nickname we cool kids give him when in discussion), I will say I give JK Rowling such props. I'm sure she never thought a book about a boy who goes to wizardry school would become one of the most discussed, watched and read topics of the last decade. Her brilliant writing has people of all ages lined up outside Barnes n Nobles around the country for hours before each book release, many of whom rush home at 12:01am and commence a reading marathon until that last page is read.

Personally, I find myself in a moral debate whenever I'm reading the latest HP. They are so good and I'm so interested, I find myself reading it too quickly so I make myself put the book down and walk away only to return and pick it back up 5 minutes later. Its terrible. July 22nd you will find me pacing around my apartment, picking the book up, reading a page, putting it back down, picking the book up, reading..oh you get the point.

While I am not going to be one of the wackos dressed up at the movie in a wizards hat or bearing the lightening bolt scar of Voldemort, I must say once more (in a girlish squeal of delight) eeeeeeeeeeeek I am just so very excited!!!!!

Good for you US Weekly!

While we're happy to provide you with work-avoiding Paris Hilton stories all day long here at Usmagazine.com, we realize that Paris, like paperwork, is not something you want to take home with you.

That's why this week's issue of Us Weekly is 100% Paris-free!

From front cover to fashion police there are no mentions, no pictures, and nary a "that's hot" to be seen.

So when you're enjoying your weekly bath with the mag, there's no need to worry about Paris bursting your bubbles

Bravo. Golf claps. Standing ovations for US Weekly. I don't know about you but I am so sick of hearing about Paris Hilton. I understand girlfriend's got money and that her dad owns a few hotels (okay more than a few...) but seriously, I'm over it. I was over it awhile ago. Although I must admit, I found the judicial part of this scandal quite interesting. The chaotic few days of Paris being in jail, Paris being on house arrest and Paris being BACK in jail were mildly entertaining to the say the least. The sheriff had a case of celeb-itis and thought he'd get away with it. Not so much.

US Weekly has caught a lot of flack for this decision to pull out of the interview and people are complaining they are a gossip mag, its their job to report the celebrity gossip. While yes, I agree they are definately a celeb tabloid and not the New Yorker, the magazine is still written, edited and manufactured by human beings. They've gotta be just as sick of Paris as I am...its a sad sad day in America when the breaking news on CNN is a socialite being freed from her jail sentence, which came as a result of her own laziness and stupidity (you're worth like $15 billion dollars and you can't afford yellow cab on a Friday night? or better yet, a driver?)and let's face it, she's not famous because of her numerous Academy Award nods or outstanding musical talents. She's famous for her ability to utter "thats hot" during the most advantageous moments and her inability to turn off the camera during the most intimate moments. She spouts that jail changed her and she's going to become a different person now, that she appreciates her life so much more and she's going to make this huge difference in the world. What does little Miss Revolutionary decide to do? Get new hair extensions and do a photoshoot for People. Wow, I think the world hunger problem's been solved!!! And wait- World peace broke out as well. Way to go Paris.
Okay
*stepping off soapbox*
Whew!
Regardless, I am pumped for a Paris Free US Weekly. Plus it has pictures of Suri on the cover... how can you resist?

5 Things I'm Loving Right Now...

So I've seen other bloggers do this and I think its a super cute idea so I figured I'd do one myself... plus it will give me a chance to exercise my cutting and pasting photo skills...

5 Things I Love Right Now:

1. Satsuma Body Butter by The Body Shop

The scent is kind of like oranges but not too overwhelmingly citrus. It just screams summer time to me and I love that its not oily. What's even funnier is that my freshman year of college, my roommate ( looove u Laura ) was obsessed with lotioning herself and I always found her preoccupation with self-lathering to be a bit over the top. Until now. I've joined the club. Sometimes I'll take unnecessary showers just so I can have an excuse to put the body butter on afterwards.

2. Bright Lights, Big Ass: A Self-Indulgent, Surly, Ex-Sorority Girl's Guide to Why it Often Sucks in the City, or Who are These Idiots and Why Do They All Live Next Door to Me?

I just stumbled across this author but Ms. Lancaster is so sarcastically funny and witty. I'm really bummed I didn't write a book like this first.

3. The Boston Red Sox

This is pretty much a given. I will forever and always love the Red Sox. They are the like ex-boyfriend you just can't give up. You know, the one who was horrible to you at times, let you down when you counted on him the most? Yet he was still adorable, charming and attractive so you couldn't let him go? Thats the Red Sox. Although, this season they are 11 games up on the Yankees thus far and that will make any proud Bostonian girl fall head over heels over and over again...

4. The Holiday

I know its almost July and I'm citing my love for a Christmas movie (hence: The Holiday) but I just can't help it. First of all, Jude Law = <3 <3 <3 I don't care that he schleped his nanny on the pool table, I find him irrestibly charming. and Cameron Diaz, who I usually find really annoying, has absolutely the best sweater collection in this movie. I love love love it!

5. The Jackie Cardigan from Jcrew

I pine. I perish. I swoon. The name of the sweater says it all...WWJD? What Would Jackie Do?
She'd buy this adorable sweater set in every color the rainbow!!!!


Special thanks to Tres Poshe Preppy for giving me a clue to just copy and paste (duh!) and who I stole the 5 things idea from!

LOVE LOVE LOVE this quote <3

"I believe in manicures. I believe in OVERDRESSING. I believe in primping at leisure and wearing lipstick. I believe in PINK. I believe that loving is the best calorie burner. I believe in french kissing. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day and I believe in miracles."
-Audrey Hepburn

Don't you hate it when what you want and what you have don't match up? like wanting the entire summer collection of Lily Pulitzer but actually having only one dress, from 2 seasons ago...

I want to move back to Boston soooooooooo badly...and I want to live in Beacon Hill or Back Bay and I want a job.

What I have: nada. no job. no apartment. zip, zero, zilch. goose-egg. It is so frustrating. I have a couple interviews lined up for the job front so that is promising but I swear this apartment search is going to be the death of me. First of all, I'm doing it from Florida which is no easy feat. People lie, especially people who want to sell you something, so a "spacious, luxurious condo on the water" really translates to a closet sized apartment that faces a sewer puddle outside the nearest T stop. As a result, I've officially become a craigs list addict. Its like my crack. I must check it easily 50 times a day for apartments, roommates and sublets and when I find one I like... aka in the Back Bay or Beacon Hill area, they want someone to move in like tomorrow and I need it for August. I know I will find one. People tell me I'm crazy and that its too expensive and I'll never find one and I need to just settle for somewhere else but I refuse to settle. Not yet anyways. Maybe around July 20th if I'm still going to be homeless I'll expand my horizons. Until then, I'm going to continue to faithfully stalk craigslist, facebook marketplace and every other apartment search engine out there until I find that home I so desire. I have faith my hard work will be rewarded...I do.

sigh.

Being Irish and a recent college grad who was greek at a big southern university, I'm not afraid to say, I love me some drinks! I've always been a red wine fan but recently I've stumbled across a love for the martini. I don't know if its a sign of the times or my progression into my mid twenties but I love love love them now.

What's not to love? First off, the classes are just so chic and cute, especially when filled with a bright pink fruity liquid that tastes delicious.

I stumbled across a bar called the Blue Martini, which obviously, specializes in the $12 Martini in a variety of yummy combinations. It was here, I fell in love with a Key Lime Martini!!! It tasted exactly like my favorite dessert AND had a graham cracker rim! It was fantabulous!

The other night I went out and had a blueberrini (I think sometimes the names make them even better) and it was certainly interesting. It smelled better than it tasted (I swear it smelled EXACTLY like a blueberry muffin)

For anyone interested it was:

equal parts Blueberry Vodka, Vanilla Vodka and Blue Cuarco

In any event, I may not be able to continue on this Martini tradition as per previous post, I am on a money diet, buuuuuut I don't think one or two here or there is going to hurt too much ;)

Sooooo I'm on a diet. No, its not Atkins, or South Beach, or Weight Watchers.

I'm not cutting out carbs or fats or red meats. This is worse than that, harder than that, takes about 32948023984 times more willpower than that....

I am cutting out....SHOPPING.

I'm on a debt diet. I have to be. I plan on moving back to Boston in T Minus 2 months aaaaand I'm spending money like I'm New York socialite whose dad invented the post-it note. So from now on, I've cut myself off. No more buying new clothes, no more spending money eating out, no more buying something just because its on sale and I already own the same thing in every other color except that one.

AAAND as if this new lifestyle wasn't shocking to the system enough, there are rampant rumors flying around the blog world that Marshall's got a shipment of Vineyard Vines!!! How is this possible? Like a fat kid who loves cake, a moth to a flame, I ran to my nearest Marshall's to see if this was true. Alas, my local store had nary a vine in sight (much to my relief- can you imagine the moral turmoil I'd be in?) BUT I did manage to find something else.....the damn knee length madras skirt I've been on my epic quest for....at Marshalls.

I had it in my hands, I walked towards the register and I put it down. I couldn't do it. I couldn't cheat on day numero uno of my diet. Damnit.

As if it couldn't get any worse, I went to International Plaza with my mom this weekend where EVERYWHERE was having a sale. Nordstrom's had a shoe sale that made me nearly lose my breath. As we were riding down the escalator my mom gasped and goes "oh god Marie, don't even look" so of course, the first thing I do is look.... lo and behold...about 15 racks of shoes...on sale. again, Damnit.

The last bit of torture was following my mom into Ann Taylor (also having a huge sale). It was like being on a real diet and being forced to shop in Godiva. I had to drag my mom out of there as my credit card burned a hole in my purse.

gahhhh. Depsite it all, I managed to make it through the whole weekend spending only $7 on a Binder and page dividers at Walmart. woooo hooooooo me!!!!

maybe this won't be so hard after all? riiiiiiiiiiiight.

I seem to be at a lack of creativity these past few days and have nothing fun or exciting to write about sooo instead you get to read my random, stream of consciousness thoughts about what's happening in life.

First and foremost- the Sopranos.

I must say, I don't know what to say....all I know is that last night I was ready to call up HBO and Comcast and unleash holy hell when I thought my cable went out, alas it was merely a clever little plot element from the twisted mind of David Chase. A friend of mine said the cast was at Hardrock Cafe in South Florida and you could pay to watch the finale with them. I would LOOOVE to know what happened when it was over. Did people start booing and throwing french fries at James Gandolfini? or did people "get" the overt symbolism and mysticism of it all? Personally, I'd wanted blood and violence and for them to all get killed like any true gangster tale should end.

Secondly- I've decided I want to do too many things in life. Is that possible? Is there a way that I can become a house flipping, real estate investor/wedding planner who also teaches high school english and is a New York Time Bestselling author as well? I'd like to think so, I do know one thing, I'd be the best diet ever... having 34298230984 different jobs = no time to eat. I wonder what kind of wardrobe I'd need for that though and it'd be one hell of a business card.

Lastly- I'd like to pronounce my undying love and affection for this fun little number. I think it's just too cute and whenever I see it, I picture little me spinning in circles in her patent leather Mary-Janes and white lace socks...

I found heaven.

and yes, it's here on earth. In a shopping plaza on St. Simon's Island, Georgia to be precise. That's right folks, mecca is a little store called Cloister Collection.

What makes Cloister Collection so amazingly, fantastically wonderful you ask? Not only is it a Lilly Pulitzer Premier Retailer, but it also has Vineyard Vines, Eliza B AND Vera Bradley. This means, of course, heaven is not filled with white puffy clouds but pink and green tea length dresses!!! I'm sure I looked like the biggest spaz ever when I stumbled upon this store. I literally stood at the front table for a good 5 minutes just staring at everything, I didn't even know where to start first!!!!

So much of Lilly's summer line is reminiscent of the late, great Jackie O. She is was and always will be the epitome of classy

it's been awhile since I've posted...I still haven't quite decided how I feel about this blogging business. I never quite know what to write about and I'm not really sure how interesting my life is...then again, it seems like today's society is all about reading other people's information. I can easily spend hours stalking via myspace, facebook and other people's blogs. Haven't talked to Sarah from junior high in 10 years? Doesn't matter, you can see her pictures and read her comments at the click of a button. Seems a little creepy if you really think about it!

I didn't get the job I was hoping for. Apparently the repeated mind bullets I was sending him to hire me didn't work. I keep telling myself, what's meant to be will happen...I'll end up where I'm supposed to be....yeaaaa I'm beginning to think thats a bunch of b.s. The most ironic part is, for a girl who loooves to spend money and has expensive taste, I sure am busting my ass trying to get a job that pays very little. It becomes the age-old question, do you give up what you love to get more money? At this point, I think not. I'd rather bypass Bergdorf's and come home happy then own Manolo's in every style (omg could you imagine?!) and be miserable. Until then, I will satisfy my shopping sweet tooth every once in awhile and rock some bangin knock-offs in the meantime....

Ciao

WANTED:

the real Jessica Simpson

I am offering a handsome reward to anyone who can find the real Jessica Simpson and show her to me. She has been missing for approximately a year now and friends and family are getting concerned she may never come back. She was last seen with long blonde hair, bubbly personality and a fashionable wardrobe. Recent evidence shows that all three things have been left behind in her disappearance. Beware! There is an imposter running around town who claims to be Miss Jessica. She is demolishing Jessica's image with every heinous lip color and mousy hair do she sports. She even wore this shiteous dress to the Met Costume Gala, pretending to be Jessica. Something must be done, and fast, before we lose Jessica forever. If you find her, please report to me immediately. Thanks!

I have to start off today's ramblings by commenting on how much I am in LOVE with these shoes!!!! I don't know if its the pink/green combination, the bow or the pattern, but these shoes just make me smile!!!

I want. I want. I want.

In other things, I am so sad Grey's is over for another season. I'd love to know what other people thought about it. Personally, I'm not really a fan of Meredith. I find her to be whiny and ugh, just irritating. If McDreamy was standing there begging for my love, I sure would be reassuring him instead of the avoidance game she keeps playing. She's going to end up losing him and then spend 4398503945 monologues next season devoted to her lost love (well duh! it's your fault!)

I feel so bad for poor Izzie. There is something I just love about her. First she loses Denny and now this dilemna with George. My prediction for next year is that George will chose Izzy only to find out Callie is pregnant and then it will become this huge, drawn-out triangle for several episodes. If George or Burke even come back! I've read somewhere neither one has renewed his contract, not that I'm too surprised considering all the gay slander gossip on the set... hmmm...

Is it sad that I discuss and analyze this tv show as if they were real people? ehhh I think not.

So it's been almost a week since my big interview and I have been stalking my phone ever since. The majority of people in my phone are categorized by their ringers as I am an infamous call screener. Whenever the "general" ring tone goes off (Maneater by Nelly Furtado- I love everything about Nelly Furtado), my heart starts racing and I run to the phone. An act that is quickly followed by disappointment and slight anger at the caller- how dare you call me to say hi!? don't you know I'm expecting a big phone call? ugh!!!! I try to live life with the philosophy that what's meant to be will work itself out. I'm definitely a believer that you can only do so much and its up to fate to take it the rest of the way.... so c'mon fate, if you could hurry it up a bit I'd really appreciate it. You've got a girl here with button imprints on her palm from clutching the phone so tightly.

In other news, I have recently begun a quest to find the perfect madras skirt. This task, that once began as a simple thought, "I really like madras", has spun into a holy grail, Homer-esque saga of epic proportions. Very few people in the world understand the components that go into the perfect madras skirt. It should have the appropriate length (preferably a little bit above the knee- I can't handle those mini, bend over and see the goods, can't sit, Britney/Lohan shot, always tugging at type skirts. It also needs to be the right color consistency. There are so many variations out there, baby blues, pinks, etc but I really want to find the classic color scheme, reds, blues, yellows.

Since beginning my hunt for the holy madras, it's like my eyes have become these honing beacons. Shopping becomes the hunt, the quest, the ultimate conflict of any good story. Upon entrance to any mall or store, I immediately begin scouring the place for the telltale print and familiar pattern. Once I catch sight of one, I swoop it up before it can escape. My heart is racing, palms sweating, smile across my face. Success at last! To my dismay, it's always too short. always. always. always. I'm not 12, I'm not Mary-Kate or Ashley Olsen. I cannot wear a skirt that is 3 inches long. I sigh, look at it longingly for another minute or so and put it back in its hiding spot. I may have lost the battle, but I haven't lost the war. The search will continue and I will not give up. In the meantime, I managed to find a really cute madras headband from J. Crew that fills the vacant spot in my wardrobe that only madras can fill....

I wouldn't mind this fabulous Lilly dress as a stand-in though...

What Not To Wear

Although I just recently graduated with my teaching degree, I secretly wish and hope and pray to be some famous fashionista with an unlimited wardrobe and invites to all the best shows under the tents. I have an unquenchable thirst for shopping and clothes that isn't deterred by my lack of funds. In an ideal world, I'd have a job like Stacey London on TLC's What Not to Wear. Her and Clinton have made a career off shopping, style and well, basically judging other people's fashion choices...all my favorite past times!!!!

Just talking about it has me all inspired so here it goes...

If there is one rule I can stress over and over and over again.... DRESS FOR YOUR BODY! There is nothing worse than seeing a cute girl walking around in the completely wrong outfit for her body. Pear shaped? Then stay far far away from skinny pants. Have a bigger midsection? Avoid short shirts like the plague. I hate my legs and would definitely classify myself as "curvy" so you will not see me in a mini skirt any time soon but I do know that wide leg pants that fall straight from the hip disguise the thighs and make me look both leaner and taller.

Trends are cropping up everywhere right now and you have to be careful. What's hot in the spring can be dead cold by the fall and you don't want to be caught in a fashion faux paux. Take SOME of the trendier new looks and mix them into your more classic wardrobe. Wedges and Espadrilles work with almost every body type so you can't go wrong. They look great with white linen pants or a cute sundress. As a personal preference, I hate the leggings look. Unless you are skinny, they just don't work and can make you look a lot heavier than you are. When in doubt, stick with the classics, there is nothing better than a freshly ironed polo and your favorite worn in jeans

Everyone's taste is different and style is definately person, but I take these to be universal to all:

Hot, Hot, Hot: empire waste sundresses, wedges, pastel colors, white/black combos, turqoiuse jewelry, oversized sunglasses, bermuda shorts
Not, Not, Not: jean shorts (jorts), platform flipflops, scrunchies, shirts with sparkly words on them (you are not "too hot too handle" or a "sexy angel" and trust me "Don't hate me because I stole your man" is NOT cute)

Post numero uno

This was supposed to be the first one but already I'm failing at this blog stuff and I published them in the wrong order....

Here it is. The very first "blog" post for Marie! I'm not quite sure what I'm going to write about though. I'm not quite sure why I even made a blog. I guess I figured since I spend so much time reading other people's words, I might as well put in some of my own.

In the world of myspace and facebook, I always figured a blog wasn't necessary. People can adequately stalk you via those two places. I mean how many more places can you post drunken pictures of you and your friends before people say, Okay! Enough already! So the point of this blog is more about what I have to say and the inner ramblings that go on. Those closest to me will readily admit I am opinionated and loud mouthed. I have a teensy problem with saying exactly what I'm thinking which usually results in little to no filtering and lots of verbal diarrhea. In my defense though, usually something wise and wonderful can be found in there somewhere.

I am getting ready for a trip to Boston tomorrow and I absolutely cannot wait. There is something about that city I find captivating and alluring. It has all the shopping, restuarants and culture of New York without the overwhelming size and loud-mouthed Yankees fans. Many, many Saturdays have been spent strolling down Newbury Street. I daydream and visualize the fantabulous outfits I could create at Burberry and Chanel before settling on a more realistic version from Jasmine Sola and Urban Outfitters. I'm desperately trying to move back there asap...southern life and I just don't quite agree. Actually, we really don't like each other. at all. and I'm okay with that.

Well kiddos, stick around...you never know what is going to come out of my mouth next...