Suggestions, please...

I got this fantastic pair of forest green tights at Gap for - check it - $1.18. Yeah. Best Gap deal ever, minus my favorite dress that cost me $13.99. My dilemma?

I'm not sure what to wear them with.

Suggestions, please?

Oh, and I'm sorry to have neglected to mention any food-related things here recently. I haven't been cooking at all. Instead, I eat cafeteria food. Or in rare cases like this morning, I have been lazy enough to eat a bowl of uncooked oatmeal sans any sort of topping. I promise to mend the error of my ways when it isn't so hot.

Everything

Today I'm presenting you with a smorgasbord of things. Maybe you'll find it boring, but I think it's all interesting.

The Sartorialist became one of my favorite blogs to read (slash look at) since my apartment buddy Michelle made me aware of it several months ago. I've never been the most fashionable person in the world, but I think the people in the pictures he takes always look so in style. I don't always like what they're wearing, but at the very least they're all extraordinarily chic. Today he posted my favorite picture yet, and so I'm going to put it here so you can appreciate it too.


I'm also going to give you a few more examples of the fantastic-ness just so your eyes can feast on things that are aesthetically pleasing.

("Aesthetic" has been my word of the day. I've used it about four times already in conversation.)




[The Sartorialist]


Secondly, here is another aesthetically pleasing thing.

LOOK. AT. THIS. CAKE.


[souce]


Thaaaaaaaat's it.

Appreciate its glory.

Revel in its presumed deliciousness.

Anticipate the day when it will be on my counter ready to eat...because it certainly will be.


Thirdly, the Unnamed Denominationalists are here again, which essentially means that it feels like all of Gordon came back for the week, except that everyone has aged thirty years and is wearing what could only be categorized as "mom clothes." (Sorry, Mom. For the record, your clothes don't look like that.) Problems with the Unnamed Denominationalists being here include ZERO PARKING on campus during the day, long lines for food, and odd worship music. Odd is not an understatement; we're talking piano, two saxophones, hand percussion, and lyrics along the same lines as the "Jesus is my Friend" video.



Actually, I think the video is a pretty good overall representation of the Unnamed Denominationalists. Intriguing.


Fourthly, I FINALLY turned in all the paperwork involved with student teaching today, which means that I can get a teaching license! Woo! I will be an official music teacher now. Scary thought, eh? I could be teaching your children how to sing do.

And re.

And mi.

And so on and so forth.

"DOOOOOOOO, a deer, a feeeeemale deeeeeer...." Except not like that at all. No one learns to sing that well that fast.


Fifthly, I've bought some new clothes recently. Would it be a good idea (and/or not vain idea) to do an outfit post sometime? Opinions, please!


Finally, I need a good book to read. Any suggestions?

1920

Awhile ago, I decided that I could have done very well in a few different time periods. One of these was the Pride and Prejudice era, which was during the Napoleonic Wars (between 1797 and 1815.)

The other was during the 1920s, mainly because of the flappers.

Occupational Benefits

My dear roommates/apartmentmates, Meghanne and Diana...


...work in the mailroom here at school.


(This is us, in a nutshell.)

Some of our other friends - who happen to be male - have been prank-subscribed to some magazines. They don't want them, because they are rather quintessentially girly. Thus, our apartment has gladly acquired said magazines - the kind that we would never actually buy or subscribe to ourselves because they would squelch our feminine dignity.


But since we have them, we figure we might as well read them. I mean, who wouldn't want to discover "what to wear, what to buy, and what to skip," "get the hair, skin, and body you want," find "new ways to wear your jeans," and learn to "shop like a fashion editor?"

I had a little time this evening, so I had a good time looking over the latest issue of In Style.


Apparently, I am not rich enough to be truly in style.


However, I can dream, right?


I found some things that I want (when I am rich and famous, of course). I can't use polyvore for this, because these items don't match. But I can display them separately!

I want to smell either like this:


Or like this:


I probably wouldn't use these, but I think these eyeshadows are really cool:



I love this skirt (maybe minus the bow in the front):


I really like this dress:


(Here we depart from the list of things I want.)

I think Penelope Cruz is gorgeous:


I love V8 Fusion juice; it's yummy (it was in the magazine, so drinking it must automatically make me cooler):


I guess that's all I have time to list, because student teaching requires that I go to bed early. Lame, yo.

If I were rich...

This is the first time I've used polyvore, and I've discovered that it's dangerously addicting. I mean truly dangerous. Last night, it (combined with a just-returned-from-break/roomie-bonding/slumber party-esque/uprorious/late night conversation with my dear roommate) led to a significant amount of sleep deprivation. Not the most brilliant move on my part, but if nothing else, the conversation was entirely worth it. The finished polyvore product itself is causing me a great deal of difficulty in terms of blog-publishing formatting, but hopefully that's not too terrible. Maybe this time around it won't make my entire second paragraph a hyperlink. I'm not convinced I'm entirely sold on the shoes, and I think the background might be a little bit much, but it was good fun, and heck, it was only my first attempt. This could become a serious problem, albeit a rather gleeful one.

If I had millions of dollars, I might be tempted to wear something like this. I would also want to travel around the world, take thousands of pictures, and compile actual photo albums for all the cool places I'd been.