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...