A sleeping baby is the best thing in the world, for obvious reasons. When your baby sleeps, she’s not crying or hungry or demanding you not only hold her but walk around while holding her. When your baby is asleep, you can shower or eat or fold the laundry. You can even enjoy a cup of coffee while your baby sleeps. I thought of all this things prior to having a baby whose naps gave me freedom, but I didn’t anticipate the best parts of a sleeping baby. My favorite thing about my sleeping baby is the way her pouty little lips open in a miniature “O.” I love how she falls asleep while nursing, her warm little body curled around me. Her sleepy funny faces where her eyebrows shoot up but her eyelids remain closed make us laugh very time. I love when she falls asleep laying in my chest with her face nestled in my neck. Her little baby smells and the way you can move her little fingers and feet without her waking up. Maybe the very best part of a sleepy baby is watching her wake up. She stretches repeatedly and smiles so big at us. It reminds me that she is just a little person. Sleepy babies are where it’s at. Overtired babies on the other hand…that’s a different story!
I’m back. Back to the world of writing. I was gone for a few reasons, the biggest being that I’m pregnant! Hubs and I are expecting our first little baby (besides our furbabies of course) on September 5th and we couldn’t be happier. We found out in early January and during the first trimester everything is supposed to be very hush, hush. Neither Ron or I are very good at keeping happy secrets (about ourselves anyway) and so the news was spilled a little early, but I still felt it wasn’t something to be shared with the internet just yet. Although various posts and pictures (mostly about Special Baby Dinner…more on that in a minute) have hit Facebook, I almost felt like writing about it on the blog was asking for trouble or unnecessary scrutiny. Yet here I am, unable to continue my absence because I keep thinking of things I need to
talk write about. Usually these thoughts come to me while walking to my car after a shift at the Bucks or while getting ready for work in the morning, and they’ve been happening so often lately it’s obvious I need to put pen to paper, or fingers to keyboard as it were.
Besides the fact that I didn’t feel ready to talk baby on the blog, I’ve also been been a little psycho at work (3 weeks during March found me working full time at BOTH jobs…let’s not even go there) and adjusting to my schedule while pregnant has taken a little longer than I would have thought. I’m looking forward to the summer when I can wind down on hours at the Bucks and get ready for maternity leave. Until then, I think I’ve at least found a good balance and thanks to scheduling meals and lots of help from the Hubs, I seem to have some of my sanity back (which I think he’s thankful for). One of my favorite things he’s taken on is Special Baby Dinner, or SBD for short. Once a week he makes dinner focused around one ingredient, usually a fruit or vegetable of some kind, which he finds from thebump.com, theknot.com’s sister site for pregos. During each week of your pregnancy, the Bump tells you what size the baby is and gives you a food as a point of reference. Last week the baby was the size of a mango! So Ron takes whatever food the Bump dictates and makes both dinner and dessert from it (let me tell you, the onion dessert was interesting…). It’s really fun and usually we have friends or family come over because there’s always a ton of food. It also gets us to try new recipes we never would have sought out, like a Mango pulled pork recipe from last week or the dessert onion rings I alluded to earlier. It’s also really fun to see the Hubs so excited about the baby’s progress. It reminds me after a long week what it all means for our future and it amps me up, too (even when I’m ready to pass out standing up).
In closing I’ll leave you with the ONLY bump picture I’ve taken. In my defense, the bump is still recent and I have plans for REAL weekly bump progress pictures only I’ve been too
lazy busy to get them going. This Thursday marks 20 weeks and I promise weekly bump pics from here on out. Some days Ok MOST days, I don’t leave enough time to get ready in the morning. I get up, use the bathroom and shower (or just wash my face if I showered the night before). I brush my teeth. I HAVE to clean my ears each time I shower or else I feel icky all day. I put eye lotion and face lotion on. I brush my hair and put chapstick on (also a must). Then I usually undergo the daily ritual of getting dressed. Why is getted dressed SUCH an ordeal? You would think after probably 18-19 years of dressing myself, it would be something that had become easy. But no. It never is. I think it’s that I need more clothes (haha). Or possibly because all my clothes are in laundry baskets/stacks on my dresser and I’m too lazy to wear heels?
Anyway, back to the point. After the clothing time suck, I HAVE to eat or at least gather food for the day and that usually only leaves time for hair OR makeup, but not both. Since I would rather not drive to work with a wet head and makeup is much more travel-friendly, I tend to bring my makeup to work and throw it on at my desk. Gone are the days when I spent 30 minutes perfecting my eye makeup before heading to the student center (usually because I took too long and missed my class). My makeup routine is so simple lately, it’s barely even there (but you better hope it is because the alternative is not cute).
Still, even dumbed down, I don’t feel like myself without my face on. Foundation is first and, I swear, it makes me feel like a different person. I feel awake and refreshed, ready to actually see people. I could stop there (and sometimes I do shhh) but that also makes people ask if I’m feeling okay thanks to the absence of bronzer. So usually my bare bones minimum also includes a little matte bronzer and my favorite blush, MAC’s Melba. Fancy days also include eyeliner (either pencil or gel or both) and mascara.
It doesn’t matter what I’m wearing, how I’m feeling or whether I’ve had coffee yet, I always feel better post makeup application. I know some people feel awake after breakfast or ONLY after their first or second cup of coffee, but for me it’s foundation. What gets you up in the morning? If you say a morning jog, I’ll go cry myself (back to) sleep. Can you tell my New Year’s resolutions are taking a hit? PS – makeup does not stop me from yawning. Although that could be thanks to my 6am dog walk this morning.
Below I’ve decided to allow these photos to surface for your amusement…which I’ll probably regret. Enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: These photos were taken during college and while at least partially intoxicated. I believe these facts combined mean I can not be held liable. Thank you!
So remember that time about a week and a half ago (bad blogger award) when I was all like, Yay go me! I worked out every day and went to the gym super early this morning and rah rah! And then I started feeling sick and got busy at work and fast forward to today when I haven’t worked out since and all I can think about is a nap? And I have not one but two laundry baskets full of clothes and crap to put away but are instead sitting next to my bed just begging my pup Clark to go ahead and chew all my underwear? Not to mention the lack of existence on this here blog or the stacks of clothes also to be put away which are currently residing on top of my dresses. Yeah, so maybe I spoke too soon there. My day job is going through the re-accreditation process and are expecting a visit from our agency next week so everything is kind of intense at work lately. I managed to get the weekend off this past weekend but filled it with sleep and time with the in-laws instead of blogging and cleaning, although I did clean the kitchen and frig. 1 small victory for Lindsay-kind. But instead of updating you with all the mundane crapola from everyday around here, I thought I’d tell you a funny story I alluded to recently.
This past Halloween, I decided I didn’t want to dress (too) skimpily and would rather have some amazing makeup than focus on short skirts and low shirts. I did still have a short skirt (come on, it IS Halloween), but I also had some super scary makeup from a super scary makeup tutorial that I found on Pinterest. I was a LIVING DOLL. See inspiration pic below…
Yeah, creepy, right? I figured at a dark club with drunk people it would be even better. So after watching the video numerous times, I realized I needed to cover my eyebrows. And while I tried covering them with glue and then foundation/concealor (thanks Google) didn’t exactly work, I knew I could turn to the tried and true liquid latex method. Oh you don’t know what this is? It’s this liquidy crap with the consistency of glue that you can make fake scars and such with. And the video had said I could use it for my eyebrows. Imagine my surprise when after coming home to a super huge bottle my husband bought, I saw that it said “DO NOT USE ON HAIR!” Which is what eyebrows are made of. Another trip to Google and I was slicking my eyebrows with olive oil and praying that the people who said this would easily take the latex off were right. An hour later, I had drawn on eyebrows an inch higher, crazy lips and fake lashes, and looked like a creepy ass doll. My friend Bianca is actually scared of dolls, which I kind of forget at first, and she couldn’t even look at me so mission accomplished.
For the past 2 years, my friends and I have gone to this bar in Hoboken called West 5. It’s awesome because it has a dancing section of the club but also a more subdued front portion of the club where you can get drinks and kind of talk. We get to the club with no problems and the night gets going. I think I was vaguely annoyed, either I wasn’t drunk enough or I was too drunk, because that’s when my mood turns sour. I decided to go dance by myself because no one was listening to me demand dance time and found another friend of mine, Glam Fairy Jessica Romano, aka Jess Hottie, and talked to her for a bit. Things are definitely a little fuzzy in the middle because I kept losing and finding friends and eventually ended up taking shots of Fire whiskey with my friend Leo. Now, how you ever had Fire whiskey? I don’t know why I capitalize Fire and not whiskey, but I guess it’s out of respect for my now feared beverage. First of all, I didn’t realize it was whiskey. It tasted like red hots and I guess I just thought it was vodka, which I had been drinking. Four shots later and I was done. My friends say you can see the moment when I cross from tipsy to drunk and I’m sure that night was no exception. I know we left the bar and I ended up drunk crying in the parking garage by the car (usual) and the rest is just being relayed to you as it was told to me.
My husband, trying to be chivalrous, let me sit in the front of the cab home thinking it would make me feel the least sick. He sat in the back with our friend Frank and I don’t even know who else. Apparently someone (me?) opened the window and threw up out the window sometime on our drive home. Normally, getting it out the window would be cause for celebration, but I was unaware the rear window was also open and apparently what I was expelling was hitting my poor friend Frank full on in the face. I really have no words to say about it besides SORRY FRANK!!!! Seriously, who does these things? You’ll be happy to hear I haven’t had a crazy drinking night since then (I think??) and don’t plan to in the future. I’m kind of over drunk crying and shot taking and DEFINITELY over the miserable day I spent at Starbucks following our night out. Have you ever done something this ridiculous and gross while drunk? Grosser? (Really just trying to make myself feel better here.)
I’m linking up with Kym at Travel Babbles today to tell you 20 things you might not know about me. I thought it would be fun, but it’s been surprisingly difficult to think of 20 things. I’m sure they’ll start bombarding me when I’m in the car later, though (oops, see #13!).
1. My dogs Bruce and Clark are named after super heroes (Batman and Superman). Both of them were surprises from my husband.
2. I was a cheerleader for 13 years and I still love it. In fact, I went to see Bring It On: The Musical last weekend.
3. I can quote almost any episode of Friends. I love to watch it as I fall asleep.
4. Pasta with butter and parmesan cheese is my favorite comfort food. Whenever I’m really down, a big bowl of it will usually pick me up. Throw in some jalapeno chips and you’re golden. Also? Pasta with butter was pretty much all I ate during my childhood and was the first thing I learned how to “cook.”
5. I hate doing dishes. Our apartment doesn’t have a dishwasher and I seriously cringe everytime we use a dish because I know I’m going to have to wash it (sooner or later).
6. I love to read and I go through books like underwear. I’ll read anything if I have to, but love chick lit and memoirs.
7. I’m a bit of a hypochondriac. I always think the worst when I have an odd twinge or pain, and live in constant fear that I have a tumor I don’t know about.
8. I’m a sister of Delta Phi Epsilon although I was never an active sister. I stopped caring about things like grades in high school which carried over to college and was strengthened when partying every night become the new norm. A poor GPA kept me from taking a little sister, competing in Greek Week, or having a position. It also kept me from graduating.
9. I want to write novels. This has always been a dream of mine, but my desire to work from home has made it grow.
10. My favorite movie is How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days. Runners-up include the new Footloose, the Notebook, and Remember the Titans. I will always put Stepbrothers on if it’s playing and the Fast and Furious movies are the background to my life. I was once in the backseat of a car racing on back country roads…half fun, half terrifying.
11. I became obsessed with makeup after a trip to the mall over Christmas break my freshman year of college with 2 friends from high school. They were getting makeup, not me, but I became friends with the makeup artist (you may know her as Jessica Romano from The Glam Fairy…if not, you should) and would sit and watch her do makeup on other people. Other times, she would do my makeup and show me what she did. I have no formal training in makeup other than short training sessions when I worked for Benefit Cosmetics and Chanel Cosmetics and 2 MAC artist classes. I currently work as a freelance makeup artist (in addition to my other jobs…plural).
12. Even though I’m 24 years old (and have been drinking since 14, shhh) I am still learning how to handle my liquor. Apparently, you shouldn’t lose track of how many whiskey shots you take, leading to crying and throwing up out a window? (Yeah, that story will be coming…and sorry, Frank.)
13. I am a bad driver. Honestly, my biggest drawback is that I have a hard time focusing while driving, which I didn’t even realize until I crashed my car. I have to force myself to keep my mind on the task at hand and not fiddle with the heat or radio, not stare at things out the window, not look at my phone. I never realized what a problem it was and it got me thinking that maybe I have ADD (please see item #7 above).
14. I’m 5’0. Yes, that is short. No it is not legally considered a midget. Moving on.
15. My desk at work HAS to be organized or I can’t get anything done. I find myself constantly re-organizing it lately because I’ve got so much going on right now and things are always piling up. Too bad I can’t say the same for my apartment!
16. I am extremely clumsy. I have fallen down stairs, tripped, busted ass in Starbucks, walked into doors, door frames, walls, cabinets, bang my knee on my desk regularly, cut my hand with any number of things I’m using, etc. At my friend’s wedding, I cut my palm with a steak knife trying to slice bread. After a few drinks in heels? I’ll need an escort.
17. I tend to wait until the last minute for everything. Major procrastination going on over here. I especially do this when I need to get ready, choosing instead to lay in bed for 10 more minutes or just watch this TV show until the next commercial. And then I’m late.
18. My handwriting looks drastically different all the time depending on how hard I’m trying to make it look nice. In school, I used to re-write my notes if they were sloppy. Sloppy handwriting is a pet peeve of mine!
19. I like to cook if and only if I have mass amounts of time and someone else will do the dishes for me. Also, it doesn’t hurt if the dish includes pasta which almost guarantees I’ll like it. I even ate (and liked!) green pasta in Aruba.
20. Last but not least, I am ridiculously scared of bugs. I make my husband kill them. I was really proud of myself for killing a big big BIG bug while he was away on his bachelor party, but I’m pretty sure it stayed squished on the wall until he came home. I know they’re smaller than me, but I definitely don’t think they’re scared of me.
There you have it. Me in a nutshell. Or rather 20 numbered bullets. Leave a few things about yourself in the comments so I can get to know you, too!
Ok, now I know it’s been all of 3.5 days since New Year’s officially started, but I am quite pleased with myself. I’ve been to the gym 3 times this week and worked out at home once (Jillian Michaels even kicks your ass in yoga). I’ve been eating fairly healthily by bringing my lunches to work & last night my hubs made steak and mixed veggies and I put together this Lemony Chickpea Salad from Eat Yourself Skinny! It’s one of our favorite side dishes and I plan to make a big ol’ bowl of it and keep it in the frig for snacking and easy access lunches.
My goal isn’t to diet per se, but to become healthy. I’m putting that into practice by making exercise a habit, cooking at home, and keeping fattening foods in moderation. I had a candy cane last night and I’m not going to cry about it. I wanted a candy cane, so I had a candy cane. I’m also pretty proud of myself that I’m sitting here at work (shh) and have already walked the dogs, worked out, showered and got ready, stopped at Starbucks for coffee and breakfast with my co-worker/gym buddy Dana, and now here I am (and will be until 5:30 when I leave to go to my own Bucks). For someone who normally snoozes until the absolute last second then runs around the apartment like a maniac trying to get ready, I say even one day is an improvement.
They say it takes 6 weeks to make something a habit. Valentine’s Day, I’m looking at you.
And so that all may see and not just my husband’s Instagram followers, my tattoo:
AND I DIDN’T CRY OR YELL OR ANYTHING! In fact, I may not have even breathed except while he was refilling the ink. It was so quick and I’m not sure if I’m more of a baby for being scared or wanting to whine. The $5.00 fee per whine (!!!) is most likely what kept me quiet, not my husband’s encouragement that I’m more mature than my last tattoo and can probably take pain a little better (eh, not so sure).
If you’re in North Jersey & looking for an amazing tattooist, go to Frank at Vintage Tattoo. He is awesome! He has tattooed Hubs and his whole family and does amazing work. Besides that, he’s hilarious and puts you totally at ease. He also sees your vision of what you want and alters it to make it incredible. Just his suggestion of making the quote into a curved line instead of straight made my little tattoo so much better. But don’t whine. You’ll get charged.
And now I’m proud twice!
I’m just going to come out and say it. I HATE TWITTER. Seriously, I do. I know some of you tweetheads out there love you some Twitter, but I really just can’t get on board. I’m addicted to Facebook, love Instagram (but forget to use it and then overload it within 2 hours and then forget again), but I Twitter and I are not friends. I’ll tell you why:
1. Everytime I try to use Twitter, it tells me it’s over capacity. What the what, Tweetsville? How are you “over capacity?” And no, I don’t want to come back later, I’m actually remembering to tweet NOW so let me tweet, damnit.
2. Shameless plugs ALL IN MY FACE. And no, not the posts from bloggers with updates. I will definitely take those thank you. I mean the companies who pay people to put stupid links up and oh try this! And blah di blah blah. NO THANKS.
3. I follow a whole bunch of fantasy football stuff and I want them to shut up. In my head, football is over until the superbowl when Hubs and I have a big party and then it’s over again until I get mildly excited about it in August (that ends mid September). I know I can unfollow them all, but that just seems like a lot of work.
4. EVERYONE uses it which makes me feel like I HAVE to use it, especially to be a good blogger. By putting my thoughts, feelings, and ridiculousness out here for you all, I also need to provide you with a million ways to stalk me. Also, please follow me here and like me here (and in general). Oops, just violated my own hate reasons.
5. It just seems dumb. Also, I didn’t have a number 5 really.
6. Oh wait, I do. I always just seem to end up tweeting my friends about Sons of Anarchy or whatever when I could just text them much quicker from the same device I’m twittering from.
7. Ooh and another! The stacking number of updates makes me anxious. Seriously, I have 3 right now and I know it’s going to jump to 47 in about 30 seconds and then I’ll have to update it and then it will creep up again and it’s a neverending cycle of Twitter Anxiety (real life condition).
So to recap: I hate Twitter, but I guess I have to use it so you can all see the shots of 140 characters I have to share throughout my day. But beware, I will probably forget and then send 800 tweets within 5 minutes to make up for it just like my pal Instagram. Also? They’ll probably be boring. Because I work all day. And because of my fatness, I then go to the gym. And then I go home and eat dinner and watch TV while working on my blog. All very boring. So don’t blame me if my tweets suck (but seriously, can you follow me?)
I’m getting a tattoo today, and I’m so nervousexcitedscared I think I might pee myself. I have 2 tattoos already so I know how bad they hurt and I’m really not looking forward to the process. Too bad alcohol isn’t allowed beforehand because I really think a glass of wine during the needle point on my back would make it much better.
I’ve wanted to get a tattoo in remembrence of my mom since she passed away in May. Nothing big or flashy, nothing that said MOM emblazoned across it or with the dates that bookend her life. Something simple & delicate that would make me smile when I saw it or others asked about it. The choice was pretty obvious. My mom used to say “I love you to the moon and back.” It was probably one of the only emotional things we kept up, transitioning her “name” from Mommy to Mom or Mama if I was in a good mood. Even through our fights, each time we made up it was what we said to each other. It was in my birthday cards and I even have an inscribed copy of the book as well as a stuffed rabbit my mom gave me (I think I was 19) that I’ll pass on to a future daughter one day.
A few months ago I decided I DEFINITELY wanted the quote permanently inked on my body, shortening it to “…to the moon and back”. I love my friend Alyson’s tattoo on her shoulder blade, also a quote, and decided it was the prettiest (and least fat) place for mine to go. After getting her approval, my decision on both WHAT and WHERE to get the tattoo was made. All I needed was when. At first I said I would do it after our honeymoon. Then I thought for sure before my friend’s wedding where I wore an open back dress as it would look perfect in the outfit. Then I decided ok, before my NEXT friend’s wedding. Or the next… And there we were, no real tattoo plans in sight.
Fast forward to Christmas morning when confusion struck upon opening a box of unscented body wash, and I look at my husband like, huh? Pulling back the tissue paper I found a gift certificate AND an appointment time for my tattoo. I had thought it odd but sweet when he had been interrogating me about specifically what I wanted a few weeks earlier and he claimed he was drawing a picture of it, and now I know he was really trying to get information for the gift. I’m so touched that he not only paid for the tattoo, but also made sure the date was set in stone (or at least written in a book).
So that leaves me to this morning as I’m wondering what to wear to work (I’m going straight to my appointment after) that will allow the tattoo artist to have full access to my upper back without having to chill in his room with the window that faces the street sans shirt or bra. I settled on a tank top my sister sent me from Australia that has a lower elastic back so I can simply push the strap down (hopefully). I also brought a bathing suit top as a desperate option because I really don’t want to wear that in the shop either. Not right now only a few days into my healthy me campaign.
So here’s to pre-tattoo Advil, quick work & a glass of wine at approximately 9pm (AFTER my appointment, people) while watching season 2 of Walking Dead, of course. Honestly, I’m just hoping I’m not asked to use my “indoor voice” which may or may not have happened during my first tattoo. But to my credit, it’s on my foot! That’s supposed to be the worst place! Fingers crossed my back isn’t QUITE so painful. Or loud.
I love New Year’s. Not so much the partying and drinking; I’d rather stay in with friends and family and wake up without a hangover in the morning. I love the fresh start it offers, the chance to change for the better and the idea that the year isn’t tainted just yet.
2012 had its ups and its downs. I had the best day of my life and the worst. I married the man of my dreams and saw my mom fight a losing battle with cancer. I think I’ve experienced every emotion on that spectrum and learned a lot about myself in the process.
This year my resolutions, my goals for 2013, are focused on the better. Better for me, for my relationships, my work, my future. Five months into my marriage, I’m feeling a little more grown-up, a little less interested in taking shots or road sodas. At the end of the day, I want to feel good about myself, mentally and physically.
I don’t have next year all planned out; all I know is that I want to be better all around. I’m not going to commit to losing 30 pounds because I want to lose enough weight to feel good and then maintain that feeling. So my resolutions are less about creating a hard number and more about feelings (because I hardly ever talk about those).
- I want to be healthy. I’m not trying to be the weight I was in high school or fit into a size zero. I want to feel good about how I look and comfortable in my own skin. I don’t want to feel sick or bloated because I ate too much crap. I want to like working out, or at least get hooked on the endorphins,
- I want to have a clean and organized apartment. This doesn’t sound so hard, but nothing in my life is really organized. I want to know I can find socks and clean underwear when I need them and not need to spend 30 minutes searching for the hubs’ Christmas presents.
- I want to grow this blog. It’s become an outlet for me and provides a way to connect with other people. Even my friends, people I’ve known for years, have become closer or opened up more to me because of Hot Mess, Cool Day. I’m so excited to see where it can go.
- I want to be a better friend, a better wife. Despite a busy schedule, I want to make time for the people who are important to me. I want them to know they are important to me and not just because I say it.
- I’d like to better myself educationally. Just because I’m not in school and without a degree doesn’t mean I need to sacrifice my intelligence. I’ve definitely felt “dumbed down” lately and it’s my own fault. Next election, I’d like to feel less lost (or like I have any semblance of what’s going on). And I would really like to get going on my book.
Those are the bare bones of what I would like 2013 to look like. And I wouldn’t mind s few more nights spent with good friends like we had yesterday. Hubs and I spent New Year’s Eve at a friend’s condo eating, drinking (a tiny bit), and playing Twister. It was a lot of fun, we stayed safe, and we avoided crowds and $100 open bars.
I came pretty close to the Twister tournament finals (as a former gymnast, I would hope so), but Daddy Long Legs Joe took the round. Honestly, I probably could have had him if I was willing to dislocate an elbow in the process. Other highlights of the night included a Clemson win, champagne and a brownie contest (go Meg!).
How did you spend your New Year’s Eve? Did you party at home with friends or brave the crowds to ring in the new year?
PS – you SHOULD be seeing Twister photos here but unfortunately I left my phone at my friend Jill’s house tonight and don’t have them! Typical Linds.
TGFPM…thank God for party mode! A least you can see other people’s photos courtesy of Google+!
The girls and baby Wach (not yet born)…also, Julie isn’t interested.
Twister semi-finals…not even the most awkward part.
Also? I’m game for any party that involves yoga pants.
A woman’s purse can say a lot about her: the style, color, detailing, but what’s INSIDE a purse is what’s really personal. I like to carry my whole life around in my bag, possibly because I’m constantly hopping from one job to the next to family parties or friend get-togethers. Even though my purse could be considered luggage for some people, it never seems to be big enough for all my junk. Speaking of my bag, here she is:
I’ve had this bag since 2007, and I keep going back to it no matter how many purses I get or what the current trend is. It’s from Coach and is actually a replacement for a previous Coach bag (my first one!) my mom had bought me for Christmas. The leather handle broke on my first bag and after sending it to Coach’s complimentary repair service, they determined it was unfixable and sent me a gift certificate for the original amount of the bag. Impressed by the amazing customer service, I decided the only just thing to do was match the amount of the gift certificate and buy a truly luxurious bag that I could use forever. And that was the beginning of our happily ever after. I didn’t even take the bag out of the box for months after purchasing it, whether it was respect for the bag or a fear of ruining it, I don’t know.
So I meant to link up with Aunie at Aunie Sauce, but thanks to a ridiculous amount of work last week and Christmas and all, you get to have it now! Yay! Here goes nothing:
Whoa. All you type A’s out there getting itchy looking at that? Don’t worry, I’ll show you what I threw out first after! I feel like a little explanation is necessary.
- I keep this clutch in my purse so I can grab it and run into the store quickly without my huge bag. I keep my license, debit card, and chapstick inside at all times. I also tend to forget a clutch when I go out and I refuse to lug that heffer around a bar or wedding.
- I usually have this coffee sleeve from my friend Dana, my earphones I never use and possibly a name tag from my day job floating around my bag. You know, the important stuff.
- So I used to use this wallet before the zipper broke and now it pretty much houses change (when I collect it from the bottom of my bag), business cards, and my checkbook. Not confusing at all.
- The hat is from a spontaneous dinner out with my husband following a late morning sans shampoo, rinse, repeat. The boot sock was supposed to be part of my outfit on Christmas Eve, but I forgot the other sock (running late = finish getting ready in the car).
- I like keeping memorial cards from loved ones in my bag. Every time I see them it’s a little reminder of those people.
- I don’t like to wear my Pandora bracelet to Starbucks because it’s leather and I’m afraid it will get ruined so it tends to live in my bag when I’m not wearing it. My sister-in-law gave it to me for my birthday 2 years ago, and it currently has a butterfly that matches hers, a blue bead from my mama-in-law and a wedding bell my sister gave me the night before my wedding. The Jersey Shore bracelet is from my cousin and she bought it to raise money to rebuild the shore from Hurricane Sandy.
- Starbucks schedule and a gift card to Forever 21, my Secret Santa gift from a co-worker. I can’t wait to spend it!
- 2 lipglosses, 2 chapsticks (they have Disney princesses on them…my friend Meghan has Sleeping Beauty, her fave), a lipstick, hand sanitizer, tweezers, Advil (necessary) and matches from Ramie & Jeff’s wedding in November.
- My makeup bag, also gifted to me from my friend Dana. This bag is my lifeline. I don’t know what I’d do without it. Sadly, it often comes with me to work because I’m bad at waking up in time to actually finish getting ready at home (see a pattern here?).
- Lastly…4 sets of keys. Yup. I actually put my car keys back on my real keys. I have been too lazy to do so since I got my car back but after my husband nagging me for 2 weeks, its done! I also have my keys to the front door and my office at my day job as well as a keychain with store loyalty cards, which I also added to my Vera Bradley chain lanyard.
And now the truly scary part…
Receipts, old pay stubs, keychain from the auto shop, movie stubs, an exploded lotion (love Hempz, ahh tanning!) and who knows what else! Luckily, They all went in the trash and my purse is nice and clean for about another week!
So what does this all say about me? I think it says I’m busy and while I’d like to be organized, I’m not so good at it. Also, I’m addicted to lip products. And sleeping past my alarm.
What does your bag and its contents say about you? Head over to Aunie Sauce and check out her link up! I LOVE her bag but I know I could never rock a neon bag for long. My love of fully matching outfits would prohibit it. Although I do love my teal patent leather Guess bag, perfect for summer! (It may have even gone to the beach once or twice!)