Charles James: I’ll Take One of Everything

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What does a girl do when she has a summer Friday? Go shopping? Enjoy the weather? Hit up Happy Hour early? Not this girl. I decided to take myself to The Met to see the Charles James: Beyond Fashion exhibit. The past week at work was pretty stressful and I needed a mental break. I can think of no better way to spend an afternoon then in my Happy Place surrounded by gorgeous couture.

Do these come in my size??

Do these come in my size??

I’m not going to give you a history lesson or lecture you on the fine points of pattern making and construction. What I will say is this exhibit was amazing and if you don’t check it out before it ends early next month you are CRAZY. James’ attention to detail, structure, and beauty is insane. I was mostly excited to see my favorite gown: The Four Leaf Clover Gown. I’ve seen it before at The Met but Oh God is it incredible. This gown looks so simple (it ain’t) and I love the contrast of the creamy white satin against the black velvet band. If I could have stolen this you know I would have in a heartbeat. Totally worth getting thrown in the clink.

Four Leaf Clover gown: 1953

Four Leaf Clover gown: circa 1953

Clover Gown with lace

Clover Gown with lace

There is another version of this dress with lace which I wouldn’t mind in my closet either but the deceiving simplicity of the white and black…it’s just so striking! This gown is in my opinion the ultimate showstopper. Actually there are so many gowns in this collection that qualify for the moniker of showstopper.photo 3-1

photo 2-1This is a two part exhibit; glamorous gowns and dresses that were more every day (I’m using that term loosely).   James created some amazing cocktail dresses, suits, and spectacularly constructed coats. The second section showed another side to the designer, a somewhat more practical side to the 1940’s-50’s woman. By practical, I still mean James’ precision and critical eye. There were more than a few coats I wouldn’t mind adding to my collection.photo 2-2

Ribbon Ball Gown, Dressing Gown, and Cape

Ribbon Ball Gown, Dressing Gown, and Cape

Accompanying each gown was a computer generated video which showcased the construction and pattern of the piece. There was even a moving arm complete with camera. The short videos examined the physical process of constructing various aspects of the individual gown, suit, or coat. It was so interesting to see exactly how James created his garments. Having the interior shown off really gave you a unique understanding of how incredibly detailed even a coat could be.

I'll take one of each please!

I am sure I can make room for all of these..

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Right side: Diamond Gown circa 1957

This exhibit was the perfect way to clear my mind and immerse myself in some much needed couture. I felt a calm settle over me as I wandered from beautiful gown to beautiful gown. I’ve always loved Charles James and that afternoon turned out to be just what I needed. Who couldn’t use a little couture every now and again?

Butterfly Gown: 1954

Butterfly Gown: circa 1954

Top right: Swan Gown circa 1955

Top right: Swan Gown circa 1955 | Bottom right: Lampshade Gown circa 1955

Everything and Nothing: A Madcap Recap

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I have been the absolute worst blogger ever. This is a penny poor excuse but there have been a lot of things happening and I haven’t been posting. It’s been busy and emotional in Erica with a C land; I could seriously use a break from life. So here’s a brief run down on what’s been going on…

I was going out but nothing to write a post about. There went May and with that a Memorial Day Weekend BBQ. Happy Hour drinks, nights out, and a few birthdays were celebrated. I ventured onto The Highline and Chelsea Market, which was really great. I’ve been to Chelsea Market numerous times but never to The Highline. You really should go; it was a lovely way to spend a day with some wonderful friends. It also gave me a chance to bust out a fantastic maxi dress and accessorize it. All the while Scotland Yard and I were still talking thanks to WhatsApp. I don’t even want to think about the cell phone bill I could have racked up if it weren’t for that app.

Dress and Jean Jacket: The Gap | Belt: J.Crew | Gladiator Sandals: Sam Edelman

Dress and Jean Jacket: The Gap | Studded Belt: J.Crew | Gladiator Sandals: Sam Edelman

There was also a night out in the Meat Packing District that reminded me of how much I hate going out there.  I don’t wait in line and I certainly don’t have patience for overly self-important door guys and promoters.  It was a great excuse to really get dressed up and that’s not something I do too often.  I wore the same dress I bought for a birthday a few years back and some fun jewelry.  We wound up having a good time but it was so not worth the hassle.

I'm so fancy, you already know..

I’m so fancy, you already know..

Before I knew it June rolled around and after talking to Scotland (a few times a week since we met) he decided to come back to NYC for three weeks.  Yep, FOR SERIOUS.  I had mentioned my birthday was in June and then here he was again.  There were real actual dates like going to the movies, dinner, drinks, and even The Met.  Checking out The Roof Garden Commission provided wonderful views of the city skyline and of course some refreshing beverages.  We hung out as much as possible in those three weeks and I have to say it was really nice.  What was not so nice was that he had to leave again.  I was an emotional mess and totally unprepared for FEELINGS.  We’re still talking and taking it day by day.  The distance is a bit of a bummer so who knows.  I have no idea what I’m doing but do I ever?

I did, however, manage to have a great birthday spent with close friends and coworkers.  This was the second year in a row that it rained and I’m starting to think that’s good luck.  Again I decided on a casual Happy Hour for my Friday the 13th Birthday and I couldn’t have asked for more.  Everyone who came to celebrate really made me feel loved and thankful to have so many wonderful people in my life.  Awwww.

Surprise cupcakes and my Disney girls (I totally jacked this photo from Katherine's instagram)

Surprise cupcakes and my Disney girls (I totally jacked this photo from Katherine’s instagram)

As it happens July followed June and now here we are.  I had an extremely productive Independence Day weekend, I finally moved!  Surprisingly, I planned ahead and made sure I was all packed up and ready with time to spare.  This was a welcome distraction and a change of scenery is never a bad thing.  I have an amazing patio and am way closer to Central Park.  It’s been really great; Sarah and I have taken full advantage of the situation.  There was also a random recent Friday night listening to the New York Philharmonic in the park.  A few friends and I sat on blankets, snacked, and drank wine.  Fireworks ended the evening in spectacular fashion.

A sunny Saturday in Central Park

A sunny Saturday in Central Park

Well, that’s what’s been going on here and the summer isn’t even over yet!  Not that I want the summer to be over but I could do without all this humidity.  This also means that my Wine and Dine Weekend Spectacular Disney trip is creeping closer.  I may or may not have bought another shirt for a Park outfit I’m putting together…

Kill Refurb Marry: Epcot Pre-Shows

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kill refurb marry logoOnce again Kill Refurb Marry has snuck up on me!  This month’s topic as chosen by the lovely ladies from This Happy Place and Mouse on the Mind is Epcot Pre-Shows.  Should I base this decision on music? Gimmicks? Or just something that tugs at my heartstrings?  This topic is a lot tougher then I realized; I honestly had a ton of trouble coming up with my choices.  So what did I choose? Read on to find out…

Kill:   Journey into Imagination…With Figment

I wouldn't look so happy if I were you Dreamfinder.. (photo: disneydreaming.com)

I wouldn’t look so happy if I were you Dreamfinder.. (photo: disneydreaming.com)

I don’t know if you’d really consider the queue or Dr. Nigel Channings’ unfortunate introductory speech to be a pre-show.  Thankfully for me this is my blog and I CAN DO WHAT I WANT.  This might really be an act of vengeance on behalf of the Dreamfinder but I want this whole thing blown to bits.  There’s really no rhyme or reason to my choice.  I just don’t frequent enough Circle-Vision shows to justify outright murder.   Call it petty but I stand by my decision.  Sorry Nigel, old chap, but you can take your “degree” and smell a skunk.

Refurb:  Universe of Energy (Ellen’s Energy Adventure)

What is 1995?  (photo: everythingmouse.com)

What is 1995? (photo: everythingmouse.com)

Oh Ellen, I do find you entertaining.  Sure the jokes are a bit on the corny side and the film itself is wildly outdated but it’s cute.  Who doesn’t love Jeopardy?? I have a sinking suspicion being a contestant on an energy themed episode would be a nightmare for just about anyone.  I only wish I had Bill Nye the Science Guy to guide me on a personal tour of Land of the Lost and teach me about the origins of fossil fuel.  While it’s all very sweet, this pre-show could use a Big Bang sized update.  Most of the references probably don’t even register into the collective consciousness of the younger crowd.  I will spare you a T-Rex like rant on the wardrobe, hair, and makeup choices going on.  I think Ellen and Bill Nye would still make a great team (and be relevant).  Disney could certainly afford to cough up some cash and make it happen.  I’ll take “Modern Wardrobe Choices” for $200 Alex!

Marry:  Illuminations: Reflections of Earth

Oooh pretty lights... (photo: disneyparksinfo.com)

Oooh pretty lights… (photo: disneyparksinfo.com)

Who does not get chills as Winnie the Pooh/Darkwing Duck (or Jim Cummings if you want to be all correct about it) starts his narration with “Good Evening.”  You must not have feelings or a beating heart.  The music starting to swell, the torches, dreams are on their way.  Let’s not forget the appearance of THE INFERNO BARGE! Fire good!  I can’t think of a better way to end a day at Epcot.  All it takes is that one moment and happiness is eminent.  This is a pre-show that holds it’s own and really sets the mood.  Illuminations, let’s you and me make some magical pyro babies.  I’ll even let the Earth Globe watch if that seals the deal.

Perhaps you strongly disagree with my definition of a pre-show but these were my picks.  What pre-shows would you choose?  Don’t forget to check out everyone else’s options.

Kill Refurb Marry: Disney Princesses

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kill refurb marry logoI’ve had a busy couple of weeks and been living in my own bubble. This led me to almost completely neglect Kill Refurb Marry this month! Yikes, how does anyone forget there is a royal execution to carry out? Killing a Princess was not as hard as I thought it was going to be. The real problem is figuring out the rest, there are so many great Royals. So without further ado let’s get that scaffolding ready…

Kill: Snow White

Wipe those tears, your time is up..

Wipe those tears, your time is up.. (image: Disney.com)

I know, I know, she’s the first Princess.  Snow White may be a product of the times but my modern sensibilities just can’t handle her sheep-like mentality.  I can’t get behind wishing for a Prince to come.  Snow White is so passive that it drives me nuts.  Girl, stop cleaning up after the Evil Queen, put down the broom (why are all these Princesses default maids?) and march the hell out of there.  Don’t go to a small dumpy cottage in the woods and clean that too.  History need not repeat itself!  Surely you have some modicum of self worth to not clean the house of everyone you meet??  Get thyself a new wardrobe, a job, and find your own damn man.  Also get a better one.  That Prince is no winner and is certainly not one for deep conversation.  Sure he’s pretty but what about long term? He doesn’t seem like a very proactive guy and kinda creepy.  Mostly silent Prince is willing to kiss some random chick in a COFFIN.  No thanks but I’ll pass.  I hate to do this but I’m going to need that poison apple recipe.

Refurb:  Ariel

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Ugh, I want moooreee… (image: weheartit.com)

Honestly, I love Ariel but she could use a little heart to heart.  I like that she has dreams and believes in love.  I hate that her intense interest in wanting to be where the people are is (yet again) a man.  True her obsession with humans has been going on for some time.  I MEAN look at that grotto, gadgets and gizmos aplenty!  She’s a bit OCD, no?  Ariel is the youngest sister and lives a sheltered life in Atlantica.   So I get it.  Really I do but there has to be more to life then finding a beau.  She’s inquisitive, caring, and has such potential.  I would have really liked her to take those, what do you call them..feet…and do something a bit more productive then romp around for three days waiting for a kiss.  This ain’t 1989 anymore, sistas are doing it for themselves!

Runner Up: Aurora

What a dumb ass.  You know you’re not supposed to touch that spinning wheel but you do it anyway.  Stay asleep.

 

Marry: Mulan

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Now this is a girl I can take home to mom (even if she’s technically not a Princess).  She’s tough, thinks for herself, and isn’t afraid to stand up for what’s right.  Mulan saves an entire freaking country!  This powerful lady was totally willing to step in for her Dad so she knows the value of family.  Maybe she has some authority issues and doesn’t always listen.  We have that in common so our marriage would surely be lively.  Mulan is a great role model for any kid, especially young girls.  I also really love that even though she gets a man in the end it was on her terms.  See?  I’m not such a Love hater.  Mulan, we can legally get married in New York.  I appreciate your reflection and who you are inside.

Runner Up: Jasmine

Jasmine could step in if Mulan doesn’t work out.  She craves adventure and being able to be her own woman.  I apparently like that in my women.  Lady, you don’t need a Genie.  I’ll make your wishes come true but keep the fancy jewels; we’re probably the same ring size.

Well, those were my choices.  Maybe you agree and maybe you don’t.  Did I unjustly murder your favorite Princess?  Who would you knock off?  Thanks once again to the ladies of  This Happy Place and Mouse on the Mind for another great brain rattling topic.  Don’t forget to check out all the other blogs and their picks!

Clandestine Affair: Is That A Kilt Or Are You Just Happy To See Me

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I have a really uncanny knack for attracting guys that are so un-American (complete with accents).  It’s not something I do purposely but it tends to just happen.  Allow me to elaborate…

When you have Good Friday off there’s no better reason to enjoy Happy Hour Thursday.   At least Sarah and I attempted to make it to Happy Hour but to no one’s surprise we completely missed it.  Because I left work later then originally anticipated, I hopped over to Sarah’s so we could catch up while getting ready.  Since I was coming from my super casual office I wore a ripped t-shirt with skinny jeans and boots.  I put my hair in a half up Dutch braid and fixed my eye makeup.  Too much girl talk, Tindering, and a bottle of wine later we were ready to pounce, errr, bounce.  I had some drink coupons left over from a previous night out and figured celebrating Sarah’s birthday was a great excuse.  With drink tickets in hand we went to my favorite Happy Hour bar.

Let me tell you, this is not necessarily the place to meet guys.  I don’t go there for the crowd; I go for the delicious Passion Fruit and Lychee martinis.  I’ve said it before but it’s an interesting mix of people and you never know who will talk to you.  I’ve actually been there on a date or two, the red lights and atmosphere lend itself to a rendezvous.  Sarah and I found seats at the bar and got to ordering.  Some fairly harmless guys chatted us up and the mischief began.  I couldn’t even tell you what mundane things we were talking about, it wasn’t that interesting.  At some point these jokers realized I was a white girl with a BOOTY.  If you know me at all, you know I couldn’t let those mildly average guys get away with that unscathed.  I had to turn the tables so they could see how it feels.  Comparing their respective asses was the least I could do.  Which led to typical puffing of the male ego and I was forced to decide who had the better butt.  They were both fairly flat and equally as lame.  The only fair way to judge this particular challenge was with a firm grasp.  Oh YES.  Asses were grabbed and this time it wasn’t mine!  The final decision was a draw; there could be no victor.

(photo: someecards.com)

(photo: someecards.com)

Retiring my judge’s robes, I decided to move on.  Or at least that’s how I vaguely remember it going.  The reality is I probably got bored and figured I would eventually find someone better to talk to.  I have a bad habit of leaving guys stranded and finding someone cuter.  Oopsies.  At any rate I took the seat next to Sarah and bought her a shot in honor of her birthday.  At some point a very bald man sat down next to me and started talking to us.  I have to say as many times as I’ve been to this bar I’ve learned the bar tender’s name but never the owner.  Very Bald Man as it so happens is the owner.  He also had some type of porkpie hat, which I disapprove of greatly.  It looks freaking stupid and we all know you are as hairless as a Sphinx Cat.  Nonetheless I was not going to let his poor fashion decisions stop me (and Sarah) from accepting free booze.  He was nice enough and the conversation was not as bad as his headgear.

A lovely blonde girl also seemed to know Very Bald Man and we all started talking.  Not only did I meet the owner but I also made a new friend.  Blonde hasn’t been in NYC too long but we discovered we are both in the same industry.   She was super nice and we have plans to hang out again.  It’s hard to make new friends as an adult and she even joked about how weird this potentially could have been.  Blonde and I also managed to evade a rather strange guy successfully.  We had a bonding moment; I mean what’s a better way to make friends then to avoid a creeper together?

I know I promised a foreign accent and here is where he comes in so RELAX.  I know you were worried.

Honestly after being half a bottle of wine, free drinks, and free shots in I don’t recall exactly how we started talking but it happened.  Clearly, the first thing I noticed was that he had an accent.  This time I’ve visited a different part of the United Kingdom: Scotland.  That’s a new one for me.  Sure there have been a few Brits and an Irishman or two but never Scottish.  I’m a sucker, what can I say?  We talked about the difference between NYC and Scotland, good bars here, and life in general.  Scotland Yard was explaining to me that he found himself acting/speaking differently for fear of NYers not being able to understand him.  I put a stop to that immediately.  There may or may not have a speech given about being who you are and not changing to please other people.  Apparently that makes me a strong woman and a bit of a feminist.  Seriously, there is no better panty dropper then a hot accent and when he throws around “a wee bit” casually how can you say no?

I’m sure flirting was also thrown in for good measure.  The conversation kept flowing and before we knew it last call approached.  Sarah was talking to another guy and we had all been sitting at a banquette.  Once the lights went on Sarah and I gave each other the “we’re ready to get out of here look.”  So that’s what happened.  I made sure Sarah got a cab (ALONE) and Scotland Yard and me walked back to my place.  I will spare you the details but I will say Scotland Yard knows how to solve a case.

Ok, now this drives me nuts and not in a good way.  He likes to cuddle…uuughhhh, I hate that.  Didn’t we just do enough touching?  Can’t I just roll over and go to sleep?  Why am I always the MAN??  STOP. TOUCHING. ME.  This was a great source of amusement for Scotland Yard but we finally got comfortable.  Numbers were exchanged and the promise of seeing each other later was made.  I figured this was it and he would disappear into the ether.  This was not to be so!

(photo: quickmeme.com)

(photo: quickmeme.com)

To my utmost surprise and shock, he actually followed through.  Later that day a text was received and dinner/drinks plans were made for that night.  I figured why not, I would just go with the flow for once (instead of overthinking it and living in my head).  We walked around St. Mark’s and settled on Thai food.  Dinner conversation was all over the place, which is a good thing.  We exchanged stories about growing up, our families, and he told me he used to be in a band (they toured, whatever that means).  Damn it, another fucking musician.  There is no denying I have a type and follow a pattern.  Another bar and a few more drinks later we once again headed back to my place.

We hung out in bed for a while the next morning even though he was really here for work.  Apparently I’m very distracting.  I’m also very kissable, which seriously makes me uncomfortable.  Mushy sentiments just feel so strange when you’re thrown lines (many horrible, horrible lines) every time you go out.  I really don’t know how to not want to vomit.  I just nodded and smiled not wanting to offend Scotland Yard; he did seem sincere after all.  Again I got the “I’ll text you later” line but again I’m not one to put any weight behind it.  Also, he was heading back to Scotland the next day so I didn’t think I would be hearing from him later.

Color me surprised when he texted me that evening.  (I know, I know, he’s getting some ass so it’s not all that shocking.)  Luckily I was already out with some friends. This meant I bothered to do my hair, makeup, and put on a cute outfit.  We met up for a few drinks and more conversation.  Scotland Yard talked about how different going out here is versus home and how much he was going to miss NY.  Once again last call passed and the lights were turned on.  Following the trend we went back to my place.  More cases were solved and…ughhh…more cuddles were had.

Unfortunately the weekend had come to an end and Scotland Yard had to high tail it home across the pond.  We’ve already talked and he even sent me the pic we took together (his idea, not mine, I swear!).  There is no possible way to not laugh when you hear the word selfie in a Scottish accent.  Will I ever see him again, who knows?  What I learned is that I can be a girl sometimes, Pringle makes things other then sweaters, and I still love accents.

 

Awesomely Single: You Can’t Teach An Old Dog New Tricks

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Dating websites and apps are the gifts that just keep giving. I know I’ve already composed one of these lists but I couldn’t resist adding another. It is amazing to me how many guys think these ideas and pictures will get them a great catch. Even if they’re only looking for a little fun this is not the way to get it, that’s what bars are for. I mean REALLY now. Clearly my heartfelt words of advice have fallen on deaf ears. Ladies, since the fellas have learned nothing I can only hope you take away some more pointers. Please read on for signs things are not as they seem…

Preach the Truth!

Preach the Truth!

  • He has photos with infants or children. You are fooling no one, those are your babies and I don’t want no baby mama drama.
  • A mask of some sort is covering the entirety of his face. Unless your name is Christine and you’re into kinky half face Phantom of the Opera shit I advise you to swipe left.
  • Striking a pose where he is giving The Finger. This has become a somewhat alarming trend lately. Are you giving me the finger? Why would I want to date you?
  • This classic: Shirtless-ness. Bonus points for dripping sweat. We get it, you work out.
  • There is a girl in the photo. Ladies that is not his sister/cousin/bffl. That right there is his GIRLFRIEND and/or LOVER.
  • Using an exotic locale as a backdrop. This is the only interesting place he’s ever been and he’s going to milk it for all it’s worth.
  • Photo of a celebrity instead of his face: he looks like the exact opposite of Brad Pitt/Leonardo DiCaprio/Justin Timberlake or even Christian Bale in American Psycho. Most likely he closely resembles Quasimodo.
  • If he’s kissing someone else on the mouth he’s hoping you’ll make it a threesome.
  • Names w/ sexual innuendos; such as stud or a classy number like 69. This choice tells me all I need to know and wish I didn’t.
  • Posing with a dog in photo, it is probably not theirs. Who doesn’t love puppies? I certainly do but I know that’s your friend’s dog. I’m not taking the bait you false animal aficionado.
  • WEDDING RINGS. I really wish I were joking.
  • Pretending you’re not the groom and that’s not your bride. Seriously, one guy was trying to pass off the Best Man angle. HI. I can see you’re wearing the tux and lovingly caressing your wife’s face.
  • Mirror selfie complete with duck lips. I’m no stranger to selfies either but I’m usually talking about my outfit. Plus no guy should use duck lips. Quack, Quack motherfuckers.
  • He’s completely facing away from the camera, as in you’re looking at his back. I’m guessing he’s a leper and has no nose.
  • Party photos are not going to woo anyone. I’m just sayin’.
  • An extremely obvious flashback photo. You are not 5 years old any more (or in college for that matter), which leads me to believe you still act that way.
  • They’re lying down in bed. Um, creepily starting into the camera does not make me want to get to know you. I might want to smother you with that pillow though.
  • Handstands and other various yoga poses. This kind of goes along with gym photos but I’m still not impressed.
  • Tigers. WTF? I’m so glad you went to a Big Cat Animal Shelter and let that tiger jump on your back. That’s the only thing that’s going to be jumping on your back.

    Don't cry for me Argentinaaa..

    Don’t cry for me Argentinaaa..

I can safely say this could possibly be only the second list in a series of never ending lists. Guys, you should really consult someone before using these photos. Surely you must have a least one female friend who could help you out?

 

Misadventures in Dating: A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The Bar

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How does a girl go from being stood up to hit on to called a bitch in about one hour? Let me explain…

Last week I had been chatting with a guy on OkCupid and things were going well.  There was small chitchat, talk about general interests, and we seemed to have some things in common.  I should have been wary when he suggested we grab drinks that night but he was open to meeting the following evening instead.  He asked for my number and we agreed on a time for drinks.  I figured what the hell, couldn’t be any worse then the guy who turned out to be married.  That was NOT cute but we only went on three dates; bullet dodged.  Anyway, Potential Date was going to text me at some point on Friday to let me know where we were meeting.

Guys, you are lazy and very bad about timing.  Even though I hadn’t heard from him I went home after work to get ready and didn’t really think too much of it.  Testing girls on their willingness to go somewhere on the fly, being easy going, and not a “princess” is completely the opposite of awesome BTW.  We like to look nice and there’s also the venue to factor in when picking an outfit.  Please, gentlemen we would greatly appreciate it if you took that into consideration.

So, I’m in the midst of my getting ready process (running a little bit behind as usual) and still nothing.  By this point it was becoming clear he had decided it wasn’t necessary to follow through on either the date or any type of communication.  Seriously, all it takes is one lazy/lame text to get yourself out of it.  “Hey, something’s come up and I can’t make it.” Is that really so difficult?  It’s a text and come on, we’re not idiots.  We can take a hint if you’d be kind enough to not just drop off the face of the Earth or get hit by a bus or come down with a sudden case of amnesia.

shirt :  Alternative Apparel   jeans : Joe's Jeans shoes: Via Spiga

shirt : Alternative Apparel   jeans : Joe’s Jeans  shoes: Via Spiga  wine: Blue Fin

After fresh hair, makeup, and a really cute outfit there was no way in hell I was staying in!  Thankfully the lovely Sarah was up for a night out.  Since I had kind of sprung this on her she still needed to get ready.  The only reasonable solution was for me to grab us a bottle of wine from trusty old Trader Joe’s and head to her place while she was getting herself together.  Of course it had to start raining and I had no umbrella.  Not to be deterred, I threw my jacket over my head and hauled ass to the subway.  Unfortunately it was not a smooth run.  Some guy stopped me and I thought he must need directions.  Why else would you stop someone in the rain who’s obviously in a bit of a rush to get somewhere?  No such luck.  Lame-o starts fumbling about how this might be awkward and he knows it’s raining but he had to say something.  He noticed me in Trader Joe’s Wine Shop and had to follow me out in order to talk.

Uhhh…I’m not sure why you thought that was adorable to admit you followed me out of a store selling alcoholic beverages into the rain but NO.  JUST NO.  I know, I know, I’m cute but this was not the work of a genius.  I was all like “Really, it’s raining and I have to be somewhere”.  Lame-o was all like “No come on, what’s your name”.  Not going to happen.  Then he starts walking next to me down the sidewalk insisting I give him my name.  I was insistent on remaining anonymous.   Apparently, politely declining a creeper gets you called a BITCH.  I’m sorry but just because I don’t give you the reaction you’re looking for that does not make me a BITCH.  If I told you to fuck off then perhaps but even then that’s not the best way to prove you’re someone I should have given my name to.  There were small children present so I decided not to curse when I yelled back at him that “OH REALLY, THAT’S HOW IT IS NOW??”

Ugghhh.  With that lovely interaction complete I dashed to the subway.  This went down all within an hour and the night was just beginning!

This is super easy to do! A quick cute hairdo in about 5 minutes, really!

This is super easy to do! A quick cute hairdo in about 5 minutes, really! Bonus: Sarah’s canine baby, Kiki

Once I reached Sarah’s apt I caught her up on all my drama.  While we drank the bottle of wine she got dressed, did her make up, and I did her hair.  There is nothing a Dutch braid can’t fix!  We took our adorable selves to one of our regular spots, had some drinks, and procured free drinks as well.  Sarah found some guys she liked and I thought it best to play wing woman at this point.  The friend of the friend apparently told Sarah that he was really into me and liked girls who play hard to get.  Oh honey, that was not playing hard to get.  That was playing not interested.  I’m not sure what part of you guys aren’t my type was confusing or that I told your friend to 100% not pick me up off the actual ground or I would punch him.  You can guess what happened.

Someone please explain to me why every single freaking guy always wants to literally pick me up.  I AM NOT A DOLL.  I will not go quietly into the night.  I will, however, punch the shit out of you.

Outtakes! I have no idea how to pose..

Outtakes! I have no idea how to pose..

Lesson to be learned?  Never waste a good outfit; you have no idea where the night might take you.  What started out as a shitty evening actually turned out to be pretty fun, even if I had to defend the right to walk on my own two feet.  I’M A MODERN WOMAN DAMNIT!

 

Ca Alors: Luck of the Irish

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After a couple of crazy weeks at work this girl needed a night out.  I knew Sarah would (as always) be happy to lend an assist in trouble causing.  With the weather being pretty nice this past Saturday I decided I was going to dress like it was Spring, never mind the temperatures dipping back down a bit at night.  Since it was a beautiful day I took advantage and ran a few errands.  Errands in Erica with a C Land always devolve into shopping.  Bad Erica!  I had already bought a pair of Joe’s jeans at the Nordstrom Rack on my way home from work during the week.  Luckily for me ankle length jeans are the perfect length and don’t need to be shortened (like every other pair of jeans I own-being short is rough).

I just knew that Sarah and I would make this a late night out aside from it being St. Patrick’s (pre?) weekend.  This called for a statement top to pair with my new very skinny jeans.  While wandering around the Flatiron District I stumbled onto the perfect piece.  It spoke to me with the promise of warmer weather and free drinks.  I’ve come to realize I have a penchant for backless (or sheer) shirts, sue me.  Honestly I blame it on having previously worked in lingerie.  I own some really great sets and why should only a select few get to see them?  There’s something really appealing to me about a peek of lacy lingerie.  Although in this case it was more of an eyeful.  I have this really pretty bra with fantastic lace combined with an almost utilitarian back closure and straps.  It went perfectly with the cut of the new top.

Sweet and Innocent first impressions...

Sweet and Innocent first impressions…

The light steel grey color of my tank lent itself to silver jewelry.  I broke out another necklace given to me by Grandma, which she purchased for herself in Arizona.  Every time I wear it someone always compliments it, I am certainly not complaining.  For earrings I went with simple silver hoops and a few knuckle rings.  Not wanting to overload on the silver I only wore one bracelet on the arm with the fewest rings.   I had originally hoped to wear open toe booties but I figured a backless top was enough homage to the impending Spring season.  Instead, I wore my amazing Sakura II heels from Miss Sixty with a ginormous hidden platform.  I am so TALL in them!

No platform is too high!

No platform is too high!

With a neutral smoky eye, lip-gloss, pre-game drinks, and a vintage boys paisley blazer I was ready to hit the town.

My wardrobe says it's officially Spring!

My wardrobe says it’s officially Spring!

Sarah and I decided to bar hop and check out the drunken masses while we waited for the wasted patrons to call it a night.  After a few places we found a good spot and hit the dance floor.  We started talking to one guy and he was all right, if not a little boring.  I think a cigarette break was thrown in there somewhere so we could hit pause on the impending snooze fest.  A Frenchman and his appropriately Irish friend approached me once we made it back inside.  Let me tell you, a French accent is super hot.  At one point Viva la France and I were have a 3-year-old child’s Spanish level conversation.  Leave it to me to be speaking in horrible Spanish in a bar with a French guy during St. Patrick’s weekend.  In this midst of all this I decided his name was not stereotypically French enough.  I started calling him “Pierre” and “François” and he did not argue.  I’m not sure how I got away with referring to him by those interchangeable names but it was hilarious.  Drinks were bought, flirtations were had, and we all wound up back at my apt.

A last look back..

A last look back..

You better believe French accents in a bar are nothing compared to French accents outside of a bar.  Ladies (or guys) I highly recommend you try it when given the opportunity.  When Viva la France started speaking in French I had no fucking clue what he was saying and frankly it didn’t matter.

Kill Refurb Marry: The Muppets!

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kill refurb marry logoMy first thought when I learned there would be a bonus Kill Refurb Marry this month involving The Muppets was this: Holy shit, I can’t kill a Muppet!!  Although based on some incredibly awful winter coats I’ve seen that doesn’t appear to be a universal problem.  I’m also glad an option is Refurb and not boink a Muppet that would be super weird.  Besides, the Muppets and I go way back…

I used to watch The Muppet Show with my parents when I was a little kid.  Not Sesame Street though, apparently I expressed a negative stance to sweeping the clouds away.  I had a very sophisticated viewership because I pronounced, “Sesame Street is for babies.”  (This is a direct quote) The Muppet Show was one of the few kids’ programs I distinctly remember my dad was willing to watch.  When the series was available on VHS (yeah, VHS) my family snapped it up.  My brother and I would watch the tapes religiously; we’d even act out the skits along with the Muppets.   Although I am against Muppetly harm, even Sophie had to make a choice.

Kill Strongly Dislike:  Kai-Lee 

It's Kaaiiii-LEEEE!

It’s Kaaiiii-LEEEE!  (photo: Muppet Wiki)

Good lord this was a tough one.  Guys, I can’t in good conscience kill a Muppet but I do want to smack Kai-Lee.  If you’re not familiar with this irritatingly hyper Muppet let me help you.  She was featured in the Play-Along series, specifically the Sing-Along, Dance-Along, Do-Along video.  There were some really great songs and skits that are still inside jokes between my brother and me.  Unfortunately (or not) this was the only video in this particular series we owned and it was not a fantastic point of reference for obnoxious Kai-Lee.  Her brother PJ would constantly call her “Kai” and she would annoyingly insist on being referred to by her full first name.  Don’t get me wrong; I have a younger brother too but OMG STOP IT!!!  My ears are bleeding just remembering the sound of her whining.  Girl is giving big sisters a bad name.  Plus she has cold unfeeling dead eyes.  Go to your room and think about what you’ve done Kaaaiii-Leeee!

Refurb (aka a Muppet I’d like to see more of):  Scooter

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Awww, so much cute! (photo: found on tumblr)

I had a Scooter doll and he was adorable!  He has that awkward geeky thing which is really relatable and is so underutilized.   Granted he’s always busy helping to run things behinds the scenes (and the occasional skit) but I think he could use a little more time in front of the camera.  Geek chic could really work well for him, Scooter has a slightly hipster vibe.  The glasses, jacket (I always wanted one for myself), and even skinny jeans work in his favor.  Scooter was cool and didn’t even know it!  Just a slight tweak and I think he could really come into his own.

Runner Up: Bean Bunny

He’s just so freaking cute and I would love to see him (used more currently-he did have some feature performances in the 80’s) outside of Muppet Vision 3D!

Marry: Gonzo

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Gonzo is a badass, ladies love badasses. (photo: Muppet Wiki)

I’m sure Miss Piggy will be karate chopping a lot of you for marrying Kermit and he’s quite lovely, however, my heart belongs to Gonzo!   (Once upon a time I also had a Gonzo doll)  Maybe Gonzo is a little weird but is anyone really “normal?”  He’s a snazzy dresser with a quirky sense of humor and he makes me laugh.  What can I say?  I like that in a man (alien, Muppet, whatever).   His “art” would never go underappreciated with me by his side.  Honestly, who wouldn’t want to be married to someone with the title of  “The Great Gonzo” (or “Gonzo the Great” if you so prefer)? We’d get along great and things would never be boring.  Camilla, you better get to flying the coop because there’s a new chick in Gonzo’s life.

I say this just about every time but choosing these Muppets was incredibly difficult!  This Happy Place and Mouse on the Mind, you ladies are really picking my brain.  So, how would you make this decision?  As always, don’t forget to check out the other bloggers’ opinions on the hop!

Kill Refurb Marry: World Showcase Counter Service

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kill refurb marry logoThe ladies of This Happy Place and Mouse on the Mind have really been making these Kill Refurb Marry posts challenging!  This month we’re debating World Showcase Counter Service Spots and I have to confess I don’t really frequent these establishments all that often on a trip.  Really it’s because my parents were awesome enough to spoil my brother and me.  We mostly ate at sit down restaurants (ahh the good old days when I didn’t have to pay).  I do think having these types of places in the World Showcase is a great option and somewhat more wallet friendly then say Le Cellier.  It allows people to grab a bite while potentially taking in a great view.  Honestly, any day in the World Showcase eating anywhere is better then a day not there!  After that lovely sentiment let’s get down to the murder at hand…

Kill: Liberty Inn

Americaaa spread your Golden Wings..no, not chicken wings..

Americaaa spread your Golden Wings..no, not chicken wings..(photo: Disney.com)

I don’t even have to kill this place myself; the calories in this American fast food eatery will do the greasy, dirty work for me.  Is this really the best way to represent American food?  I MEAN Chili-Cheese Hot Dog, Burger(s) with Bacon and or Cheese, Smokey Mountain BBQ‘ed Pork Sandwich.  No wonder the rest of the world thinks we’re slow moving, hulking, lard-asses.  Granted, Disney has added some healthier options but I think the stigma still sticks.  Now I’m more of a hard liquor girl myself but even I know the beer selection is lacking.  They even use the word SWIGGING in the description, way to class it up.  I’d rather go to the Germany Pavilion for a brew and pretend my last name really is German.  (It’s Rosenbaum.  Yep, that’s right.)

Refurb: Katsura Grill

I wish the food was that pretty (photo: Disney.com)

I wish the food was that pretty (photo: Disney.com)

The atmosphere is great, I love the authentic feel of the Tea House set up.  The grounds are beautiful and it does have a very zen vibe.  With all the sake and plum wine I’m feeling nice enough not to shed any blood.  The food on the other hand was not so great on my last trip or any time I’ve dined there for that matter.  My family would occasionally grab a meal there simply because of the setting.  I think only Fozzie could enjoy that rubbery chicken.  See what I did there? (Waka, waka!)

Marry: Les Halles Boulangerie & Patisserie

Marie, the baguettes!! (photo: Disney.com)

Marie, the baguettes!! (photo: Disney.com)

Admittedly I haven’t been since the update but I’m marrying pastries, coffee, and champagne.  Who doesn’t love carbs, caffeine, and carbonated booze?  (This post is making me sound like an alcoholic.)  This is a nostalgic marriage.  My dad and brother would go play golf early in the morning while my mom and I slept in.  We would take a leisurely walk from The Yacht and Beach Club (more spoiling) to the World Showcase.  It was really nice to have some alone time with my mom and just relax.  Sitting in the France Pavilion enjoying various pastries and coffee was a wonderful way to start the day.  We’d wander around checking out the shops, sampling perfume, and possibly buying my mom some Shalimar.  I heart you and your sexy accent Les Halles Boulangerie & Patisserie.

There were quite a few options this time around and it really was a little tougher then I had anticipated.  As always though this was fun!  I really do love the World Showcase; it’s always supplied many of my favorite spots.  So, those are my choices for this round.  What would you pick? Don’t forget to check out the rest of the blog hop!