PUCKER UP!

My life has been a bit hectic recently but I've discovered a new thing I don't hate: RED LIPSTICK. 

While I'm not a fan of makeup, I was compelled to purchase some red lipstick after witnessing the sassiness it inspired. When sporting red lips, women tend to be a bit more fiery/ spicy/ masters of sass [to steal a phrase from my sister]

So there I was, in the convenience store, perusing the many shades of red lipstick. And I proceeded, to the check-out line, to pay for the not-too-pink-but-not-too-orange lipstick that would hopefully make me look sophisticated and not like an eight-year-old at a dance recital. And then I went, up to my apartment, to apply said lipstick and add a bit of sass to my evening of movie viewing, popcorn, and slurpees. 

I have many words of wisdom to share from my experience:

1. It's important to practice applying lipstick to ensure that you are, in fact, applying it to just your lips and not the surrounding areas

2. Red lipstick tends to get on your food, so open wide.

3. It also tends to get all over your straw, so get two if you plan to share with your male friend... he'll thank you. 

4. When the wind blows your hair it will stick to your lipstick. Turn off all fans and close all car windows.

5. Don't make any sudden movements. Red lipstick can, and will, transfer to any surface it makes contact with.

6. Scrub red lipstick off thoroughly when the night is over, it tends to stain pillowcases.

7. Invest in cleaning supplies as you will likely find red lipstick residue on your towels/ desk/ papers/ shirts/ cups/ everywhere. 

8. Red lipstick is a fun and sass-filled adventure and while the side-effects are abundant, you will not hate it. 

I hope you have found this post both enjoyable and informative. And I also hope that you too choose to sport red lips but do so with a bit more skill than I did. 

MUAH!

HIDE & GO SEAT!

The acrylic chair. I used to strongly dislike the see-through look, but lately I've started warming up to the idea. A chair that doesn't add any visual weight to a room is pretty nifty for any space -- especially in the awesomely modern designs below. Feast your eyes on these babies (if you can find them)!

Ain't she a beauty?!

At first glance you might be apprehensive to sit on this, but aren't your eyes in loooove!?

yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes!

And now a few snapshots of these spectacular space-chameleons at work:

As bar stools:

As dining-room chairs...

And my personal favorite:

As a compliment to some awesomely-funky-color-spotted-square-chairs...

...YUM!!

The last picture is the inspiration for this post. As I was perusing images of professionally designed homes I came across this and exclaimed, "I THINK I MIGHT LOVE THIS!" Yes, that's right folks, my tastes are maturing. While I used to find anything see-through utterly repulsive, I've decided now that it doesn't offend me in the slightest. Well, anything modern and acrylic and similar to the photos above don't offend me [blow-up chairs circa 2001 offend me. Sorry. I needed to clarify.]

T-T-F-N, 

SHOES!

If there is one thing I really don't hate, it's shoes. I love them. There I said it. 
I have an ever-growing shoe collection that brings me much joy, but over the last couple days I have uncovered three pair of shoes that I absolutelymusthaveorIwilldie. I'm not certain I will make it through another day without these, but if I do, I can assure you it will be miserable and I will spend every waking moment dreaming of what might be...

Prada. Platformed. Penny loafers. A perfect alliteration.

LAMB. Clogs. With a kick-ass heel. Dreamy.

Miu Miu. Harness. Booties. 

I would show you a photo of the heel but my blog would die from sheer perfection. 

And I'm not sure I could resists clicking "add to cart"

You'll have to take the risk yourself. 

I am working on perfecting the art of lottery-winning, whilst simultaneously working 40 hours a week running a retail store and doing freelance design on the side in hopes to afford these shoes. So far, no luck. But it's a process. Baby steps. 

That's all for now, 

THE FANNY PACK

Yes, you read that correctly. I've been thinking a lot about the fanny pack recently, and well, I don't hate it. It may not be my favorite carrying-device but it definitely isn't my least favorite. I think if I were to list my favorite carrying devices, fanny pack would come in around 3rd or 4th. Not too shabby.

I enjoy list-making and I find it easier and less confusing to sort my thought into lists. Below you will find some fanny-pack-perks [fanny-perks for short]:

1. You can easily access your belongings

2. Your hands are free to perform other tasks

3. You will be the only one sporting a fanny pack so you will be sure to attract attention

4. Fanny packs are versatile so there is no limit to the amount of outfits you can wear it with

5. You can wear your fanny pack over your shoulder as a neat purse

and last but not least...

6. You never need to remove your fanny pack. Ever. [you can easily sit, dance, jog, ride a roller coaster, drive a car, do the Macarena, and sleep while wearing one]

I've even come across some fanny packs that are camouflaged as additional shirt ruffles --> 

So, in short, there is no need to deny the obvious perks of fanny-pack ownership and you should really take this moment to wander over to the store [perhaps a local American Apparel for the thrifty shoppers] and make a fanny-purchase. I mean right now I am simultaneously blogging while holding my phone, wallet, keys, and sunglasses. Impressive, I know. Just think of the possibilities.  

I DON'T HATE IT.

Having a blog isn't something I ever thought I would take seriously. In fact, I had another blog previously [I was forced to create one for a class] and I deleted it. I even made it through ten rounds of questions such as "Are you sure you want to permanently delete this blog?" because I was so certain I did not want it. 

Now that I am trying this again I feel a bit like a new mother. My previous attempt at blogger-dom ended in putting my child up for adoption, but I think this time around I'm in it for the long haul. My little blog fetus and I are going to grow together and one day we might even be famous! Our names in lights! Sorry, I got a bit ahead of myself.

Anywho, as I reflect on my past blogging experience, I realize that I never truly hated blogs, I just wasn't sure I liked them. They aren't all bad, but are they all good? They don't offend me, but do I really care if they exist at all? That's a problem I often face in my black-and-white world of likes and dislikes. If it isn't like, it must be hate and if it isn't hate, it must be like. But I've learned that sometimes life can be grey, and well, I might not like it, but I don't hate it.