Showing posts with label awkward stories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label awkward stories. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Dates, decor, and other grown up things.


At the beginning of this year, I was set up on a date with a guy who was in his thirties. He had been well out of college, owned his own company, drove a sleek black car, sported some really awesome facial hair; you know, super impressive and totally had his crap together. I, at the time, was a soon-to-be college grad and emotional wreck, with my crap very much not together. Needless to say, it didn't work out. But that's besides the point. 

While on that date, I asked him if he had any advice for someone who was about to graduate college. He sat on the question for a cool minute, before giving a response that was completely underwhelming:

"Don't buy furniture."

Half disappointed, half amused, I just took it. And it wasn't until the moment I was standing in an IKEA, deciding between the Fürgendürgen and the Hügendögen for my first unfurnished "big girl" apartment, that I realized what he meant; If I buy this, what am I supposed to do with it when I want to move out? Does buying this mean I'm stuck here? Will I ever get out of Utah? What's the meaning of life?... And that is precisely how a quarter-life crisis is born. In the middle of a Swedish superstore. All because I didn't listen to the thirty-something beard guy with his crap together.

Though the permanence that comes with buying furniture is still what keeps me up at night, I've actually grown to really enjoy decorating this little space of mine since then. So much so, that I posted this picture on Instagram, and a few of you asked if I would talk about it on the blog. Eventually I'll give you a glimpse into my whole apartment, and maybe even take higher quality pics. But this is what you get for now.

So let's start with my desk.
I work from home a lot so creating a space that was actually comfortable and enticing for me to work at was at the top of my priority list. I ended up finding this one from Target, and at the time it was 30% off (currently it's $109.99). I originally saw it in the natural wood finish and fell in love, but Target only had it in white and I was too antsy to order online. The square shelves on top of my desk are also from Target and a similar one can be found HERE.

Art Prints 
Once upon a time I worked at The Gap and in a sad twist of fate, the store closed. The plus side to that- we got to raid the store's visuals, where I found that black and white print above my desk, framed and everything. The other prints are just ripped from an old coffee table book about Missoni I found at a thrift store for $4, mixed in with a few black and white photography prints from yours truly. The moral of the story here is that you can find cool stuff in the least expected of places, so always be on the look out! Expert tip: black and white washi tape is really great for the effect, but horrible at keeping your pictures up. Use mounting putty in addition to the tape so your pictures don't fall down in the middle of the night and give you a damn heart attack.

Letters
Aside from making your parents think you're really into drug culture, this is also a cheap, easy way to decorate your walls. I chose the word "DOPE" because, well, it's dope. But the possibilities are endless. I bought mine at JoAnn's and used the app to get 40% off my purchase.

Almost everything else (rug, fur pillow, cork board, succulents, picture frames) are from IKEA, because, duh. My chair was $5.00 from DI (holla), and the shelving unit was inherited from a friend.

Bonus!
The desk lamp was actually from my freshman year of college. It used to have this giant ugly plastic thing at the bottom where you could store pens and pencils, so I was about to throw it away until I realized that underneath the plastic eyesore was a cool, chrome base. I just took a hammer to the poor thing, and there you have it.

I still don't know what I'm going to do with all this stuff when I move out, and I still don't know when that will be, or what my future holds, but what I do know is that I finally feel happy and comfortable being home, and taking the time to put a personal touch into your space makes all the difference.

So take that, beard-guy.

xo
Lo



Monday, October 27, 2014

Life lessons from my high school diary.

On Family:
"I need to be less rude to my parents. It's my worst habit. Other than not wearing my retainer."

On Vocabulary:
"It's an analogy. Have you ever noticed there's the word anal in that?"

On Responsibility:
"So I got this 50 dollar bill today, and at some point I got up and left it sitting on the table. Mom and Cindy decided to teach me a 'responsibility lesson' by hiding it from me. When I finally found it, I went back downstairs and like an hour later I realized I didn't have the money. So I start frantically searching for it and freaking out. Then Cindy comes up to me, reaches in my shirt, and pulls the bill out of my bra. I put it there after I lost it the first time so I wouldn't lose it again. I feel like such an idiot."

On Education:
"High school is just a big fat suffering contest."

On Spelling:
"Definately [sic]."

On Priorities:
"What's something I want to be remembered for when I die? That I had good taste in music."

On Friendship:
"I want to slap her every time she talks about him. Which is all the time"

On Setting Goals:
"Well I'm crossing my fingers and hoping I don't screw this up!" (October 21, 2007)

"So I may have screwed this up." (October 23, 2007)

On Dating:
"Never kiss a guy who, at any point in his life, has had a mullet and/or rattail."

On Humility:
"Sometimes I wish I could be really selfish. Because people who are selfish always get exactly what they want, and they don't even feel bad about it. Haha. Sucks to be such a good person."


Tuesday, June 3, 2014

That one time I graduated college.

*photos by Emma Vidmar Photography

Since I never sent out graduation announcements, and I have virtually no use for these pictures except to please my mother, I figured I'd post them here. And since I already got all mushy gushy about graduating, let me just give you the highlights of what actually went down on graduation day. For posterity's sake.

- buying my tassel from the bookstore, then immediately throwing it away on accident after absentmindedly stuffing it in the paper bag my two maple donuts (read: breakfast) came in.

- having to go back to the bookstore and explain to the cashier how I needed to buy another tassel for my "friend". You know, the same "friend" I bought that second maple donut for.

- getting to walk around all day in an oversized, shapeless sack. Or what I like to call, The Snuggie Lite.

- hearing the BYU Bell Tower play Vitamin C's "Graduation".

- lining up to walk into the Marriott Center and seeing at least 5 other bloggers, who were also graduating in the same school as me (Family, Home, and Social Sciences), begging the question: Did we choose this major because we're bloggers, or are we bloggers because we chose this major? Suddenly, I'm questioning everything.

- fancy dinner c/o The Chris and Josie Nielsen Foundation for Directionless College Grads.

- my BYU alumni t-shirt. Free w/ purchase of 5 years tuition.

So there's that.

xoxo
Lo

Friday, March 28, 2014

You can have a boyfriend, and you can have boyfriend jeans...
















































Photos by Emma Vidmar Photography
tee: gap
sweater: f21 (old)
jeans: gap
boots: clarks (similar here and here)
bag: army surplus (also loving this one)


... but you can't have both.

I just realized that it's ironic that they're called "boyfriend jeans" when any boy I've ever dated actually hates when I wear them. A real life conversation that occurred when I first bought these jeans went something like this:

Me: "Hey do you like my new jeans?"
Boy: "Ummm. Yeah. That whole 'man crotch' thing is in style right?"

I still don't know what he meant by "man crotch". Needless to say, the jeans are still in my life and he isn't, so...

Moral of the story: Who needs men when you have clothes, am I right?


xo
Lo


Wednesday, March 26, 2014

What happens when you're a fashion blogger who hates wearing clothes

top: gap
jeans: f21
coat: c/o sheinside
necklace: c/o the green brocade
shoes: hm
beanie: hm

I just want you to know that 96% of the time, I'm probably wearing this exact outfit or some kind of variation of it: Oversized shirt, jacket, skinnies, tennies, beanies. All the -nies. Maybe a necklace if I'm feeling extra sassy.

I'm still trying to reconcile the fact that I'm a fashion blogger, yet sometimes I feel so lost when I try to dress myself. A typical morning usually involves me pulling everything out of my closet, trying on a bunch of things, having a major identity crisis when I realize I don't even know what my style is anymore, giving up and wishing I could join a nudist colony, then ultimately putting on this outfit and calling it good.

Still considering the nudist colony thing though.

xoxo
Lo

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

A Gap Fashion Show + Why I'll never be a model

On Saturday, I was lucky enough to participate in the Gap at University Mall's Spring Fashion Show! The show
featured bloggers and local influential people wearing outfits we styled ourselves with Gap's new spring line. It was fun to see everyone's individual, unique style and get all Tyra-esque on the runway. At first, I was all like:
But then things got weird when I realized I am incapable of being a normal human being when too many people are watching me. Let me show you.

First, I started strong with an ambivalent beauty queen wave...




Then I channeled my inner Miss Jay and got it together. I walked down most of the runway repeating to myself, "be cute and normal, be cute and normal, be cute and normal," and it almost worked.














































But then I got to the end of the runway, and I didn't know what to do with my hands. I remember I spun around and tried doing cheesy "fashion" poses. But after that, it was all kind of a blur. I could hear the emcee still reading my never-ending bio that Gap made the mistake of letting me write myself and I knew I had to stall. At this point, I completely lost control of my body, and I just started dancing. Just dancing at the end of the runway. Chest thrusts. Hip thrusts. Hands in the air. The whole time, I'm thinking to myself, "What are you doing? Why are you dancing? Stop dancing. Go back to the cute and normal thing." But I couldn't stop.                                          
Pretty sure the lady's face in the bottom right hand corner says it all.  
Luckily, no one hates me enough to post a video of it anywhere, but just to have some sort of visual, it was a little something like this:
(because everything I know, I learned from Mean Girls)

So there's the story of why I'll never be a model, and why no one should ever let me walk a runway ever again. Despite this, I'm so thankful to Gap for including me in this awesome event. Not only did I get to play dress up, but I got to hang out with some sweet blogger babez. Be sure to check out Gap for all your spring essentials, and see more pics of the event HERE!

Some photos by Ryan Houston Photography

xoxo
Lo

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