tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9350051183179041822024-02-20T19:52:05.959-08:00Allie is CharmingUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger101125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935005118317904182.post-90993563921038712722011-10-27T13:38:00.001-07:002011-10-27T13:41:00.876-07:00Purple People Eater<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7DjPQGvtveEgyaRK_UkVoq9wST7rcrhkffEsIFVol_kXeUBfhd4dJM2Oj6bjBDu-PtbJOXB8ERjjU-n4b5vRL1Jwh7DQ8Y1Z0ffqIAy4PwUMJAcQ2xdusBFpNrBLSXFxpHjzMGPHBDHQt/s1600/purple.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668274284768673954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7DjPQGvtveEgyaRK_UkVoq9wST7rcrhkffEsIFVol_kXeUBfhd4dJM2Oj6bjBDu-PtbJOXB8ERjjU-n4b5vRL1Jwh7DQ8Y1Z0ffqIAy4PwUMJAcQ2xdusBFpNrBLSXFxpHjzMGPHBDHQt/s320/purple.JPG" /></a><br />Dress and cardigan: Old Navy; Boots: Torrid; Necklace: Forever21.<br /><br />Today purple was my power color. I had quite the productive, awesome, good news day. And tomorrow is Friday... aka Halloween Eve. What is everyone dressing as?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935005118317904182.post-82787440148077716142011-10-26T12:24:00.001-07:002011-10-26T12:29:04.170-07:00Safari Allie<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp4t_X2P4j47d7e5nlC0lcZ6hqGFA-UNrnR9h6vmCzULo7PqtwluJNkF9ZWJPu1vqoAVDpR3fcM6d9CIFoBcPZ5V3Sas3KuHE_arF-Vj4t_nerK1x3gZcMRfBT6AfDxoS_9pUZsi1UYCCH/s1600/khaki+allie.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667884270476890866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp4t_X2P4j47d7e5nlC0lcZ6hqGFA-UNrnR9h6vmCzULo7PqtwluJNkF9ZWJPu1vqoAVDpR3fcM6d9CIFoBcPZ5V3Sas3KuHE_arF-Vj4t_nerK1x3gZcMRfBT6AfDxoS_9pUZsi1UYCCH/s320/khaki+allie.JPG" /></a>Cardigan: H&M; Scarf: Target; Shirt: Macys; Skirt: Old Navy: Boots... I don't remember!<br />Today my skirt would not cooperate. I had just washed/dryed it and usually that makes things a bit tighter than usual. So I went about my day as usual. It didn't occur to me until I was on my lunch break, filling my car up at the gas station, that my skirt had turned itself around. This is a very good sign, my friends, because you see, I just purchased this skirt a month or so ago in a smaller size than I would normally have worn.<br />This also means that this outfit would not have sufficed, should I have gone on a safari. Which was my original plan, but work got in the way.<br /><br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935005118317904182.post-59069057703483020852011-10-25T10:59:00.000-07:002011-10-25T11:49:12.107-07:00ChchchchchchangesThe past few months have been a whirlwind of work, work trips, vacations, work, work, and more work. I am fully committed to keeping this blog up, mainly as a place to host my daily outfit photos. I was going to do a timeline of outfits past, but since most of you readers are also my friend on Facebook, I will post today's picture only:<br /><br /><p><br /></p><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy8Om4dLhQ-zh0mLMMofB5odFUGcs-nP3oopslw-5IPf2Cp3uPWBqqO8oqUix6Ln4hyphenhyphenlUJ3VWaoCg9a7zOAqlSSS1P160BWR5IZjl9QS7F-P_oCn-PR7NknvzxT1tEZIQDVSj1x5_ZN7SF/s1600/311355_10100175909452997_15603092_45476649_879893980_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667502346742793218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy8Om4dLhQ-zh0mLMMofB5odFUGcs-nP3oopslw-5IPf2Cp3uPWBqqO8oqUix6Ln4hyphenhyphenlUJ3VWaoCg9a7zOAqlSSS1P160BWR5IZjl9QS7F-P_oCn-PR7NknvzxT1tEZIQDVSj1x5_ZN7SF/s320/311355_10100175909452997_15603092_45476649_879893980_n.jpg" /></a><br />Cardigan: Old Navy; Cat Print Shirt: Forever21; Skirt: Macy's (forgot the brand); belt and boots: Torrid.</p><br /><p>My goals for this blog:<br />1. Track my weight loss through daily pictures. I'm about 20lbs down since the beginning of August, so it's neat to see the changes in the clothese I wear.<br />2. Help others find ways to be more creative with what they wear.<br />3. Motivate other people to post their outfit photos so I don't look like such a narcissisistic clothes horse.<br />4. Purchase a full length mirror for my house so no one has to look at the walls of my bathroom anymore.<br /><br />With these four goals, I hope to keep you entertained. If I get enough readers, I'll start posting more personal stuff, but for now this should suffice. I mean come on, how many of you have ever seen the inside of my work bathroom? I'm breaking barriers here, people!<br /><br /><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935005118317904182.post-91445059474808067922011-02-08T12:25:00.000-08:002011-02-08T12:40:04.576-08:00Ruffles and Boots (again)<div align="center"> So Sunday I ended up wearing nothing but my black skinny jeans and a Steeler's jersey all evening, thanks to the Superbowl. I didn't count it as one of my outfits because I didn't put the jersey in my 30 because when else would I wear it? </div><div align="center">Monday I didn't leave the house because I was too busy crying over their loss against the Packers. I kid. I was crying because I had a mini hangover from too many Hefeweisen.</div><div align="center">I'm back on track today though! <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571420009936239698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNEk_xxkPUD8ZiV2JNBxEZdODcNQegv6iU3khulcwl2MorlNHAQ1m4dEqnHqWXpwb_ncvp060-PwC7IH7QnJFy0vyORZCpb0-N9SnXV1YmXUNdAZX3XhO9Mz-7uV9wi1kqclHwg7s___lt/s320/DSCN0056.JPG" />Dress- Macy's<br />Cardigan- Old Navy</div><div align="center">Tights- Target<br />Boots- Torrid</div><div align="center"> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571419834600677234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbswq6NlhRCDT-mlia5O_SkbgZ7X_eUyqgXDe5jUe-9YZldE3vjckSWcIiEyKsiuh_ZAsaRV6DZktAU-WegwwBJVXylOt_zrAAfzYgfWcfEjGA0sCEv57LoU6I4sdLExHrwh8pKX9FdP5R/s320/DSCN0048.JPG" />If you look closely, you can see the (blurry) pair of shoes sitting on my gym bag. I need to get these fixed so I can wear them a lot because they're my favorite. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571419648157833186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYY9HXiPcHmgku4jE0a7LIhn-N0a9QQpYxb4oY_fXsBHno_WbYywhAMU4H7Lzl9gkOrJlIqAy4gGnmRpU7U4NtFnkxLDld18-Sp384yQ0h2bZG9qMamjMZquRFyxqpUIQy58iXWJ2npRjP/s320/DSCN0045.JPG" />I got up early this morning and actually "did" my hair. I'm getting used to the new haircut, so I've been wearing my hair back a lot.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571419241947691106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXsSK7O7BjY2cwRdn-RGGzixHSU0PGd9uXTtB5c5EfaKl0gVq6SV1oF8quO-FgL8xp3n7H2RGuIMC2Sg2JXZG3LpTHhmN1LEGSJniq0cTx4tG1uwI5-GQyvqz0F9h3_axay3sVsCzqHCmM/s320/DSCN0055.JPG" />And, due to request, here is a sneak peek of the dress I'm going to wear to the Vampire Ball. Don't worry, remixers, the ball isn't until March 5, so this isn't breaking rules!<br /><br />I'm super excited about my outfit for tomorrow. It's going to be snazzy.<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935005118317904182.post-67818592823748521482011-02-05T14:40:00.000-08:002011-02-05T15:32:04.714-08:00Let the Food Times Roll!<div align="center">This weekend, my parents came up from Stuttgart for a visit. Mom and I got our nails done while dad took care of some car stuff, then we just hung out at my house and relaxed. I love hearing my dad's "war" stories and talking about TV shows and celebrity gossip with my mom. </div><br /><div align="center">To cap off the day, we went to one of my favorite childhood restaurants, a small Italian restaurant called Bella Capri. I remember going there when I was 13 and talking to one of dads' coworkers' sons about Nintendo Power magazine while eating rigatoni alla panna. The food was still as delicious as I remember.</div><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570349632454268642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs99-grqg6M6xN755Vqi01bdyuUAdp92C8aJl2bd1fy3PZzpmp2ar7tA_UphWRWZMXQsfLh_vF-S_6j-LMgXB29_dmmLWVm74hg3Bt9SHSmnTtT50xXrGa8UD7Ct1QHJTaz3JANsKhUGxJ/s320/DSCN0032.JPG" />One step up from mirror photo is mom photo. This is my main foyer, which I have newly decorated and am so in love with. I know I wore these jeans and blazer yesterday, but I don't care. Dad joked that I needed a bigger belt and mom said I've had this shirt since middle school. I guess it was from my "goth" phase. I probably haven't worn it since middle school, so it's a good thing I put it in my remix choices.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570349473058172466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwdKOIs7bPRSPhhBKZvY7wAB27A7IebfNqgBa3wiu68Ny_QOn6E7xgHNA0d7yyPfWA-h1pj8FYOz_X5EVLzSOaxI84-S8sK2GyTVcFQAPBE7e3QVaOa3jew19TX_-dwI1TB24v7zeb5CkI/s320/DSCN0035.JPG" />Happy Mom.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570349304953807650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijhyY1_YW5q-n-C7SKxmWoccgNcwH-tKne0W1TQyB8RQFC7enBEJL41asdVZFQoAcWB4-YuRTNXUXPosb9YZjkmVa3BWlNW5NPIPPBkDFmxuYRNGJTvbkc7Q6mQx_CYVQbF4b6a5BilT2Y/s320/DSCN0037.JPG" />Dad, likely mid-story.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570347678417109314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLNTgTtNy46r0QcDOZ5Wng7isV-QQZwArwqlNbhUE_ukLKv5OdFQCLLzlZ7iPdM81V1k9hQh6EWzaZ1J2svlzP7nunq7BT0H842_rxwlHeAsaAB16Y7_S-JcPdXM4JjMtLmZCQtp4EM-8c/s320/drinks.JPG" />Lambrusco (fizzy red wine) and San Pellegrino.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570347633093978162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg5cWM3BhnohYJfjy9j9Z6A0mTJHSmm2JjWpPQ_J5ICE29YGOUaclsc8C3zojS8gJeXjhVwSJNoujPKj_l07UHY9xpBTqD7FYhsq9KbeZ5Fz5SdHD28aFgeD457JwHjQwpH7KmQRcWUzwp/s320/Salad+1.JPG" />Germans make the best salads, ever. Yes, I realize this is in an Italian restaurant, but I'm so glad they follow the German rule of "veggies cover the small amount of lettuce, while yogurt dressing covers the entire salad."<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHMHkKcaSKHQ2pyy5Os9Bwupqz7meIoiCd0kcw8r8GSe4S009zrDyrzLPRfEYoo_KEQ5ArYduuPHvANJX6hfeZBuz3os-3SR5CeJRIs72ot0d_O6s92LAKbWI6pHQQh5IE3ZseZWf_V3es/s1600/Pizza+1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570351844965973202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHMHkKcaSKHQ2pyy5Os9Bwupqz7meIoiCd0kcw8r8GSe4S009zrDyrzLPRfEYoo_KEQ5ArYduuPHvANJX6hfeZBuz3os-3SR5CeJRIs72ot0d_O6s92LAKbWI6pHQQh5IE3ZseZWf_V3es/s320/Pizza+1.JPG" /></a> Pizza Quatro Formaggi.<br /><br /></div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570347530619375218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2ujxFAJJSgFu3dsoIN9aNSiv0lhPZA44UV53FVQG9AWJdOFdL2CPvd0jA6dGyphJVfukYxjpFx6-lpnhORRc8Fl34vgIX-UOTG3pxvi8a3rybsmDOYCxlW-ipgYeBxg3Nf2ag0RRify_d/s320/pasta+con+panna+1.JPG" /> <p align="center">Rigatoni alla Panna<br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrlhJRtPQvn9xqMIk-f6O709d8_Kyelgi9k4Q92TvuBUGgRstPR80yOQlF50hOV4QeyzzgyRGlS_oCs7z5LNeFw2cmU2zs3CcXJYOtpetQebDULZGjRR5Dri3mP2IM4EXqPzRFL4NqodZL/s1600/spinaci+1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570349819826173154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrlhJRtPQvn9xqMIk-f6O709d8_Kyelgi9k4Q92TvuBUGgRstPR80yOQlF50hOV4QeyzzgyRGlS_oCs7z5LNeFw2cmU2zs3CcXJYOtpetQebDULZGjRR5Dri3mP2IM4EXqPzRFL4NqodZL/s320/spinaci+1.JPG" /> <p align="center"></a>Penne alla Panna con Spinaci.<br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935005118317904182.post-17772665794399505312011-02-04T09:56:00.001-08:002011-02-04T10:02:54.674-08:0004 Feb 11- Purple RainOn Fridays, if our leadership is gone and it's going to be a quiet day, we wear jeans. Today I decided to dress it up a bit and add a blazer and belt to a shirt I normally wear by itself. I *almost* wore my purple boots, but I think it would have been too matchy-matchy, so on went the boots.<br />Blazer and Shirt- Target<br />Belt, skinny jeans, and boots- Torrid<br />Jewelry- C&A<br /><br /><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569895345440785490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFAKijCL4iPZrcmlJtImePpB5FXheH7J3hTEgdwuGeSU65mLlc8yT60-Pfp6loNKA-ZytDcQtjRTX2-aYdUflmZO9viwEoavJRI_ARt8K2S_s3d4xrGw4CKNMbzK-KTj8Gef2UAuQIwKXR/s320/040211+2.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569895276478828210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihALIjlrJkoGQwqi9YIZgC3ve1gbEtEyAFcsQyICX0YQBTPdanVv-E5_q8qEqgkdFgkcXtI6lS7bFHD0siUwMSBI8-kZcWHvEyPyOJSWAM9rbdyVxEKNisjTi8OmjmE0wbRp5YDW8tj9IZ/s320/040211.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569894936530244402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh36t3T324Her0nuQq88QzHMZo21uHDplp0zsdylBm3o-6PcvWnHk7ep6aKjWHGVIOPFPQ8BpxoGCxM2q9cMJ_jgO0MSUihipoGcwnxsmhFT5iLHMZ0vVcaLrf74u3FslQIQje2A5_2Ae77/s320/300211.jpg" />It was a pretty successful outfit... another one of my guy coworkers asked me if I had been losing weight and that I look great, so I guess if a guy notices, then it's true.</p><p>Also, I have decided to replace one of my black shirts with a Hello Kitty t-shirt because I tried the black shirt on today and it was so well loved that it ripped. *sigh* I really need to go through my clothes and part with the ones I've just worn too much. Prepare for the funeral, folks.<br /><br />Have a good weekend, everyone! I'll see you tomorrow :-)</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935005118317904182.post-12446745620013701712011-02-03T15:42:00.000-08:002011-02-03T15:45:48.272-08:0003 Feb 11- Preppy McPreppenheimer (Schmidt)<div>Today I failed at getting more than one picture. I swear this weekend that I will practice with the timer on my SLR and find a new place to pose, other than my work bathroom. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>But for now, here's my outfit:</div><div> </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569613317709058978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu6hy5YjleiMpItHBi7CNSIw0Q8xSvK123ThYlAusuemwHgzkjxRPwybxb_7WmiYYuqAbSJR-4qK4_jskhkEMipKEyDPVM-W_NJsrH-liKfLIWMuIHaV2dL5zPSsRdyjUiT-ts-eWSQuDb/s320/03+Feb+11.jpg" /></div><br />Dress- Torrid<br />Belt- Torrid<br />Sweater- Old Navy<br />Tights- Target?<br />Boots- Torrid<br />Necklace- TargetUnknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935005118317904182.post-68355843383532817612011-02-02T12:32:00.000-08:002011-02-02T12:42:37.717-08:0002 Feb 11- Octopus' GardenI wanted an excuse to wear this necklace today:<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569194350834508562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVOxTmDLqpFerocBdeQABOKagbdsWZEBlm2MDjGJa8GFZeuTkqMhZt9uK5gz1IGIPRszGHuIAqIt_bWmqGDqqi-clbDeVUvOndwSF2P_j0xW3Wq6DoVrBGi-DDxEiJkFOSoZVLNToZE1AR/s320/octopus.jpg" />I was also feeling pretty sassy this morning, as evidenced by my pursy-faced pose:<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569194280503009730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWeUbdOFB-mhXsqVoD2WlGTqlQfGCmHnGHidGtNLYwLCkunkNpnAnUldCdtDDITgRpK8mxCINGiDrAg-zeqR4mi8fSzfo8BDs2Q3BsjX1pCaynpW1ig3cinyVuXJCxp4RV5MdLr19ORbWc/s320/DSCN0025.JPG" />Although at a certain point, my shoes seemed to disappear:<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569194024114187522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3I48CIja6uvr_yTYBdLAle0OY8mcHHe66YVnEXRYvwoiogOLcaXRavoMP9D5rQ29aeUhhrRoFocB_SC1uUhkZgYKKKHDLAxHx2o4aTFe4forD2cGR2mlGKGEIglCFfExBIR0saGm77D1H/s320/bathroom+02+feb+11.jpg" />I think today's outfit was frilly and cute. I give it a 7 out of 10. I went out for sushi later and put on dark skinny jeans and purple boots (which, btw, have replaced the pink pair of death heels I had originally put in my 30.<br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569193854479510578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNy9oKcIvhQJgxW3CnP3uH_4salUvfjUl7fXkA4QBOPOoRvwgJD6RlxC06cdmPiNtZ_P-a0d2R5UGh7JdhaL3k6mBstKuC6Pf9H_ZOC1PF3vn_EqxY9atI7dSPfvrVEAge1wcE2JqNlgow/s320/DSCN0007.JPG" /></div><br /><p>Cardigan- Old Navy<br />Necklace- Betsey Johnson (RIP Octopus necklace, until my mom can fix you)<br />Ruffled shirt- Forever 21<br />Tank Top- Old Navy<br />Pants- Lane Bryant<br />Shoes- the 10 Euro shoe store, Jumex, which is right next door to my favorite Irish Pub, the Dubliner.</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935005118317904182.post-6600076390992234972011-02-01T13:02:00.001-08:002011-02-01T13:08:39.326-08:0001 Feb 11 OutfitToday's outfit was inspired by the movie 'Secretary."<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj80WEkbyKDHFp7QMRY2FJH0lGNT98Wg6ZJxyQ3JBBCzo2Q-x2zf7Q-sPQej7LP33Bl5hdltO3SBTWD9bjDIXLa6Vj5Ox3BuW_-cYGxNymxCOOvHfNO5mHpSxstW4XFCGNpgj4bSvbYAyWx/s1600/DSCN0004.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568830014344036114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj80WEkbyKDHFp7QMRY2FJH0lGNT98Wg6ZJxyQ3JBBCzo2Q-x2zf7Q-sPQej7LP33Bl5hdltO3SBTWD9bjDIXLa6Vj5Ox3BuW_-cYGxNymxCOOvHfNO5mHpSxstW4XFCGNpgj4bSvbYAyWx/s320/DSCN0004.JPG" /></a> <div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568829608121347298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw5fJ1gMwaF1ugJCD2hMM2xSdJDdkoy6_K66CDLTnn2rcZl291b9ltKfBjoPmaJ_5J0ryQ39ZOI3uY1YDNdEV6QRsOP_59n8cQlDiGd4YDnpWeKIbfvhoGJDD0OoB1Rc9gbofEra0pu97x/s320/DSCN0003.JPG" /></div><br /></div><p>Shirt- C&A<br />Skirt- Anne Klein<br />Belt- Torrid<br />Tights- LB or JMS?<br />Shoes- Kenneth Cole Reaction<br />Earrings- H&M<br /><br />I kind of had fun with this outfit today. I normally wear the skirt way lower and with a shirt over it. The shirt I wore today actually is more of a shirt dress, but I liked the way it looked under the skirt. Today when one of my coworkers saw me, he said "You look completely WOW today." :-)</p><p>So I rate Day 1 a 9 out of 10.</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935005118317904182.post-86120496479487792622011-01-31T12:25:00.001-08:002011-01-31T12:41:12.076-08:00Remix- My PicsHere are my pics for the Wardrobe Remix, which starts tomorrow:<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAtbjcH3UCwqdfWUgqUcNS5z66aU2Q_yvcHuYpPdHeowbtK1DyC_E4p-CTwNUKL0SoV-3ml8pZbIE_2_miWhSekCz1sx5eNYI6-4FyJAfnOaFvsMg2d2Hly0NksnzeKJgEpF3tiPMSac4Z/s1600/IMG_4360.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568451058898589346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAtbjcH3UCwqdfWUgqUcNS5z66aU2Q_yvcHuYpPdHeowbtK1DyC_E4p-CTwNUKL0SoV-3ml8pZbIE_2_miWhSekCz1sx5eNYI6-4FyJAfnOaFvsMg2d2Hly0NksnzeKJgEpF3tiPMSac4Z/s200/IMG_4360.JPG" /></a> 4 Sweaters</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3jn19pHL_6O78voRJJxJSlbr5TR_Yyj9GIB42XfrTypF_blqrwqpyqOO_hkyhc9Y8lXewispX6ySRNxbfxwZe8maTtFIsuiLRXJdYnJabOUr_D-UcG_VUt6k4B7vHiOWIvXFLV8R3oS7f/s1600/IMG_4357.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568450820792933234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3jn19pHL_6O78voRJJxJSlbr5TR_Yyj9GIB42XfrTypF_blqrwqpyqOO_hkyhc9Y8lXewispX6ySRNxbfxwZe8maTtFIsuiLRXJdYnJabOUr_D-UcG_VUt6k4B7vHiOWIvXFLV8R3oS7f/s200/IMG_4357.JPG" /></a> 7 Shirts<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxv-Ilz9ROX8_acB_nTVFRcOYdgcgCZoKB3Crs584ybDl5yAfCoSrlqzjjS7ENG_VLz70T-MJZ8vn5oxalK0FPfqZIeaj9F0TL4T7jBXVO3RPixgfM_zNjhmyUyP7CFNcPZmLBMrDoivry/s1600/IMG_4356.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568450626639124482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxv-Ilz9ROX8_acB_nTVFRcOYdgcgCZoKB3Crs584ybDl5yAfCoSrlqzjjS7ENG_VLz70T-MJZ8vn5oxalK0FPfqZIeaj9F0TL4T7jBXVO3RPixgfM_zNjhmyUyP7CFNcPZmLBMrDoivry/s200/IMG_4356.JPG" /></a> 3 Jackets<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfg7MmYAEbkfFsRuvCJvsmieOpR9hXyluqsiJsfQO74UGf-nFV65pL0lB0t458rudR9DEFNraFpZs7j6qGjhEdUh3imRMdlPsqv0pw7rPaZOCQysgeNNl6K9nQNidYcMfjQlThciRyouqR/s1600/IMG_4355.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568450295244190962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfg7MmYAEbkfFsRuvCJvsmieOpR9hXyluqsiJsfQO74UGf-nFV65pL0lB0t458rudR9DEFNraFpZs7j6qGjhEdUh3imRMdlPsqv0pw7rPaZOCQysgeNNl6K9nQNidYcMfjQlThciRyouqR/s200/IMG_4355.JPG" /></a><br />4 Dresses<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0NJAXdvH7goJrnWGg7urRmKr1ikiynMj2DMN1lv7rje7akYupxt6GLSGWPxZMrT2mKe3z4KyN3FkAVDRfylr6MIKS1e4_L0FcWsTZadHlBFQrSggNBvyUgel_KO792eXeSRpIDIPQPacx/s1600/IMG_4354.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568450087105578722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0NJAXdvH7goJrnWGg7urRmKr1ikiynMj2DMN1lv7rje7akYupxt6GLSGWPxZMrT2mKe3z4KyN3FkAVDRfylr6MIKS1e4_L0FcWsTZadHlBFQrSggNBvyUgel_KO792eXeSRpIDIPQPacx/s200/IMG_4354.JPG" /></a>2 Skirts<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh57qjGrFx9N-BIhTQY_4lLpcn1JAjJQg9E15qTYzULdks6lYjdSEOYmGVrxYlGoElAM_HlpLzX2AIGaEhQUTywWuSG9-w7mBvwWynpet7cjL7w9YE_Ldct-k54ighemhqroSdwsw7xnlF6/s1600/IMG_4353.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568449459149852978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh57qjGrFx9N-BIhTQY_4lLpcn1JAjJQg9E15qTYzULdks6lYjdSEOYmGVrxYlGoElAM_HlpLzX2AIGaEhQUTywWuSG9-w7mBvwWynpet7cjL7w9YE_Ldct-k54ighemhqroSdwsw7xnlF6/s200/IMG_4353.JPG" /></a>5 Pants<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhth0EpPgUtVm1dcXLG4T9Ch6CYASNz_HVX8AxapBd38_Thk9WjVgzc6Ly9i1q_ddJN6RuJi4WztQ-kCrjmbBEup6zg-NXav7gmdXqq0aNx0EduBsqhdui5Udj2sJ4XBZy8a9cHBXQpfy_H/s1600/IMG_4352.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568449131930985330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhth0EpPgUtVm1dcXLG4T9Ch6CYASNz_HVX8AxapBd38_Thk9WjVgzc6Ly9i1q_ddJN6RuJi4WztQ-kCrjmbBEup6zg-NXav7gmdXqq0aNx0EduBsqhdui5Udj2sJ4XBZy8a9cHBXQpfy_H/s200/IMG_4352.JPG" /></a>5 Shoes<br /><br /><br />I'm planning to use a lot of colorful accessories to brighten up these pieces. I'm really excited to get started. Tomorrow's outfit is already planned and it's already outside of my normal "fashion zone." I just hope I can learn how to use the timer on my SLR so I don't have to post lame iPhone mirror pictures. </div></div></div></div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935005118317904182.post-49180731929140772372011-01-25T12:11:00.001-08:002011-01-25T12:20:23.247-08:00Fashion Frenzy<div>So I've just signed up to join the 30 for 30 challenge starting February 1. You can read about it <a href="http://kendieveryday.blogspot.com/p/30-for-30-remixes.html">here</a>.<br /></div><div>I recently cleaned out my closet and discovered several new ways to mix up things I already had. I've been in a comfort zone lately, only wearing things I *know* look good, but I've lost 30lbs in the past few months and I think it's time to start exploring different outfit options, since I'm becoming more confident with my body. Plus, it will be interesting to document each outfit and see how my style/creativity is honed as the days go by.</div><div></div><br /><div>I've been practicing the past few days, here are a few pictures:</div><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566220313609016770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisQsor4Ua4UUssdW5qa-xDAAmOi73ao81SfEZ2W0yAzHbGcQKXHJTjwxuL33RNW8WvXV-Kszhe2-qyjv1cRZ0Kzdjbfx9ytnP7k3uvjkEnSAee_acdZ2dKY2lkiNPHXeFtGVpeStPqGTEn/s200/black+dots.jpg" /><br /><div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566220180944753266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyovH_kUqR3LtoorsfMkLNgfxqwlpy9CpnaFvcyaIVLrvV5HwvBVYULId0iyqhjpESK7_R9FX452SCD-MC8hz0T5VQW6tcEYvHPyrOx0KnNU-dw0ebqLoKYGlshCksttmQRSgjPXCyND7l/s200/blue+and+grey.jpg" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566220050940198082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh72AqLCZvr6SR1PfphUKyVcN-0Qe3izIQ_KWg0IXQ2iXm_PgD5pPn_qpfedO3G11rRaEjAq8ZmTLdPtdNu5fZbsdcuCtpgL5dwqllfmSSVFWUKx9uut-cV-cX0zWibshJ39zsgAwGff3dP/s200/green+and+orange.jpg" /> </div><br /><p>Let me know if you decide to do it, we can support each other... especially with the whole "don't buy anything" rule :-)</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935005118317904182.post-24329054774246326402010-12-25T10:00:00.000-08:002010-12-25T10:51:44.582-08:00D Family Christmas<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Last year I had just gotten to Germany, therefore I was all by myself on Christmas. It was pretty tough, Skyping with my parents and friends back in the states while I ate canned soup and watched a "Moonlighting" marathon on British television. Now that my parents live here too, about an hour from me, they decided that this year will be Epic Christmas of 2009/2010. Let the picture show begin:<br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554689960771328450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibPl5fOH-53Tll5AlsK1Jw99lh5oIW6Rn5XSzucjCj99DY8VPKMiX66UnMvGgQDBrUV1QzgdP3PFRYYavBPjg3oisT41vU6TjR45_6kDoqV560r-QzbsJScL5DflTTj3sAlJV-q9lCyc3P/s320/front+porch.JPG" />We woke around 0700, due to hungry kittens, and discovered that it snowed a TON overnight. You can't really see it from the picture, but it was still snowing. I think it's still snowing now.<br /><br /></ href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUb9e21JQktnT4IkONfi4fSkbVEmdXHITCiBs6tgVBgAHJ3fuZfSNOETHdiMQbE9461AXwIGfdTAP6Fk8pL43ZJnqsjY78uUDU_fwCyDQ_5qjpX_U_sW-v9ZaXQTeuZCbj5-ytgOuI8jGR/s1600/betsey.JPG" /><a><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554688666407598626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUb9e21JQktnT4IkONfi4fSkbVEmdXHITCiBs6tgVBgAHJ3fuZfSNOETHdiMQbE9461AXwIGfdTAP6Fk8pL43ZJnqsjY78uUDU_fwCyDQ_5qjpX_U_sW-v9ZaXQTeuZCbj5-ytgOuI8jGR/s320/betsey.JPG" /></a> </p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjSx_JzkOjWW-JTxRph_2Bmi67fFXkWWWih1nBXgR-Zp4hZHF5ZLK-n-Aktys46uHR3MYm5YqzfROsgMSHbUUW8HxyZwOxIBxa8uB1NWYWnMHiH8qoVChFyHjX1nvvZt7vPT3tH77lEX_G/s1600/book.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554688593913323458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjSx_JzkOjWW-JTxRph_2Bmi67fFXkWWWih1nBXgR-Zp4hZHF5ZLK-n-Aktys46uHR3MYm5YqzfROsgMSHbUUW8HxyZwOxIBxa8uB1NWYWnMHiH8qoVChFyHjX1nvvZt7vPT3tH77lEX_G/s320/book.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><br /><br /></p><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">We all got some lovely gifts, but the highlight for me was the set of Betsey Johnson necklaces. She's my favorite. Dad and I got mom a carved wood Bookkeeper that she got teary about, so I think she liked it.<br /></div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhObM54tKXjNMHRczDD3aTW4N4jnX9rbo0OXDgVMzOX84JxohBdpu91WBmDyg6f1X-22s-llOfKgc9yf0y2w79RYpK9qK_jsfdoiaGiywuKtt3u8-C-rq4aerno9wmH6UY_dH4dzyJtGTux/s1600/boomer.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554688534896896706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhObM54tKXjNMHRczDD3aTW4N4jnX9rbo0OXDgVMzOX84JxohBdpu91WBmDyg6f1X-22s-llOfKgc9yf0y2w79RYpK9qK_jsfdoiaGiywuKtt3u8-C-rq4aerno9wmH6UY_dH4dzyJtGTux/s320/boomer.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFy6o3BWqKLzXspbE03ZMyd7_P899VwgsTtrTYys5WRPWUgVcPGGbXOGShsjK6vminH5aqFJHggXz5wVNeCvJzmeavkdW3SfxEEIpejU4nFGBpZEBnOZyHqmLThq3xqUNzBUNAwQKs_iny/s1600/buffy.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554688475146442882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFy6o3BWqKLzXspbE03ZMyd7_P899VwgsTtrTYys5WRPWUgVcPGGbXOGShsjK6vminH5aqFJHggXz5wVNeCvJzmeavkdW3SfxEEIpejU4nFGBpZEBnOZyHqmLThq3xqUNzBUNAwQKs_iny/s320/buffy.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFy6o3BWqKLzXspbE03ZMyd7_P899VwgsTtrTYys5WRPWUgVcPGGbXOGShsjK6vminH5aqFJHggXz5wVNeCvJzmeavkdW3SfxEEIpejU4nFGBpZEBnOZyHqmLThq3xqUNzBUNAwQKs_iny/s1600/buffy.JPG"></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br />After we were done ripping into the gifts, the cats felt the need to inspect every piece of wrapping paper and empty box.<br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554688365789354130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix7EmZPAE0NgHWR2e5VXdFA0u8dJI1K9V3FJgJ4MjZvU1h8lZ-H-QifYD4D9WVqLLSD7Hyqy5O8AC1bJoJTlH_bpyRa7Vj6FwAzbUueIISwxXqaa7M8l77gjHcV1LFAWD2D8PCQQFIn1Uv/s320/donuts.jpg" /><br /><p align="center">Then, while dad cleaned up the wrapping paper remnants, mom and I made our traditional homemade donuts.<br /></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554688146689394434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYOXag4lkqTcENITPBq8FtIVGQPxPZch6ddvHkG8WcRztD0alBA4fxnQefbnKX79lOI3Pb4JMvK9pOJA40mj6VGLa9o1S0EbHkLA1BQXI0DMw3P12Ju-VSZIdMXelEep2pzAQ440BQOfKa/s320/allie+in+the+snow.jpg" /><br /><p align="center">After a short rest, we decided to venture out into the snow. This is the only time I like snow; when I don't have to drive in it.<br /></p><p><br /><br /></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2fU51vdpHxP9OwjS749xqbOj7mioTusNUhPfwToQ5945FrjJrNaDrgzG4wm3YrxxBvKX4hMTc-tQu3xcvfqCr9e0WNqssPmnC5v-dcJsHLD5OCJy82lfTZ8tg8Dm224wDzCGLbi6w0iu2/s1600/zavelstein.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554691946302240178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2fU51vdpHxP9OwjS749xqbOj7mioTusNUhPfwToQ5945FrjJrNaDrgzG4wm3YrxxBvKX4hMTc-tQu3xcvfqCr9e0WNqssPmnC5v-dcJsHLD5OCJy82lfTZ8tg8Dm224wDzCGLbi6w0iu2/s320/zavelstein.JPG" /></a><br />My parents have a castle in their town. I love that they put a tree on the very top of it.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrlYj2b5pHkf9uS2-4PLOex-dxD8bXfUHBcNbOu0JfapGj9PeRS-wF5zffF8tol65oqu6GQU5RZWvHFYJbdKcdF4VZjoVPWJaPizGwqxUsDtyhfKYwSlZliIEgh9OdZZXpkY6MEifaUQg7/s1600/food.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554692601181414418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrlYj2b5pHkf9uS2-4PLOex-dxD8bXfUHBcNbOu0JfapGj9PeRS-wF5zffF8tol65oqu6GQU5RZWvHFYJbdKcdF4VZjoVPWJaPizGwqxUsDtyhfKYwSlZliIEgh9OdZZXpkY6MEifaUQg7/s320/food.JPG" /></a><br />Later in the day, mom made our usual Christmas dinner of ham, garlic potatoes, and green bean casserole. Does anyone else put cheese in theirs? It's amazing that way.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4ScWmWL5Xkj2pY_OHKV4QLAmGBAXfwPBUSaHdto5MZ97VBpCTVUDYHrUCA0y0VjYMt4BdW18W-1zoJAG4WSwBSjBFWtodSUgywy9Th_8pcQU02YWKrGRH1g3aDbXF-64kqvabWuaKl9VI/s1600/Laura+and+Gary.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554686978760070642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4ScWmWL5Xkj2pY_OHKV4QLAmGBAXfwPBUSaHdto5MZ97VBpCTVUDYHrUCA0y0VjYMt4BdW18W-1zoJAG4WSwBSjBFWtodSUgywy9Th_8pcQU02YWKrGRH1g3aDbXF-64kqvabWuaKl9VI/s320/Laura+and+Gary.JPG" /></a> We ended the night with apple pie (not pictured, we ate it too fast to capture on camera) and Skyping with my Aunt, Uncle, and cousins. </p><p align="center">Merry Christmas everyone. I hope yours was as warm as mine.</p><p align="center">You can check out more pictures from today on my <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pinkisneat/">Flickr</a>.</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935005118317904182.post-82419756859590623252010-12-24T11:08:00.000-08:002010-12-24T11:11:05.204-08:00Reverb- December 8<em>Beautifully Different. Think about what makes you different and what you do that lights people up. Reflect on all the things that make you different- You'll find they're what makes you beautiful.</em><br /><em></em><br />I'd like to think my positivity is what makes me "beautifully different." I am mercilessly positive about things. I also love to make people laugh; I feel that I've got an "in" if I make someone laugh and that's usually how I break the ice when I'm meeting new people.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935005118317904182.post-59777009013486209512010-12-24T08:11:00.000-08:002010-12-24T08:15:58.799-08:00Reverb- December 7<em>Community. Where have you discovered community, online or otherwise, in 2010? What community would you like to join, create, or more deeply connect with in 2011?</em><br /><em></em><br />In the past two months, I have become friends with some of the best people in Heidelberg. I've been lucky enough to find a group of people that I have a ton in common with and that I can have fun with doing just about anything, from going out drinking to staying in and playing board games.<br />Next year, I hope I can cultivate these friendships even more and go on more adventures with them!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935005118317904182.post-12382930937480152882010-12-23T13:31:00.000-08:002010-12-23T13:39:58.969-08:00Reverb- December 6<div><em>Make. What was the last thing you made? What materials did you use? Is there something you want to make, but you need to clear some time for it?</em></div><br /><div><em></em></div><br /><div>I've made quite a few things lately, to include cupcakes and an ugly Christmas sweater, but the thing I'm most proud of is my Halloween costume. I went as a peacock:<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553994262235981666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW2ChRiDOZ5CfMNTP_ApS2WP_dpp4Cyd2WRsCjpasY653lZvA3HSURwR5VETLDB7UWIfoLPAEotWdpYsvxWRUkE7UorSPFG0TUTTENpyBRL-QDPz8fT-TOtohOFvtA730haQZO1ZAlqZc-/s320/peacock.jpg" /><br />The dress was $10 at the Gap, I bought it about 5 years ago. I put an Old Navy shrug over it.</div><div>The hat was made out of a piece of felt, hot glued at the back and black pipe cleaners hot glued to the crease.</div><div>The tail was made from teal blue material, cut into a feather pattern. Then I hot glued felt circles on the ends of the feathers and used black pipe cleaners and black Sharpie to make the lines. Then I glued PVC pipes to the sides and some of the lines, connecting the bottom part to the pink and white belt. </div><div>It was a good design because it also folded down into a tail that I could bend down by my legs. The only downside was that when the tail was up, I had to walk sideways to get through doors and I kept knocking into people. It made for a memorable evening.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935005118317904182.post-87819309713487301562010-12-23T13:27:00.001-08:002010-12-23T13:31:36.235-08:00Reverb- December 5Let Go. What (or whom) did you let go of this year? Why?<br /><br />I let go of the man I was in a relationship with for almost a year. I won't go into details, but I will say that long distance relationships rarely work. I also truly believe that he wasn't the one I was meant to be with, so in the end it was the best decision I could have made. Of course, there are always moments when I regret my actions, or think maybe it could have turned out differently, but I have to trust in myself that everything happens for a reason.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935005118317904182.post-20310129246595830082010-12-23T13:22:00.000-08:002010-12-23T13:27:14.926-08:00Reverb- December 4Wonder. How did you cultivate a sense of wonder in your life this year?<br /><br />I'm still pretty much in awe that I'm living my dream in Germany. Each day was a new experience for me, especially when I was on the road so much. There were three weeks in July and August that I probably saw over 5,000 people and was able to see how what I was a part of was affecting them.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935005118317904182.post-78729722571120341462010-12-23T13:12:00.000-08:002010-12-23T13:22:02.994-08:00Reverb- December 3I'm back. It's been way too long and to be honest, I've been using Facebook to fill the void that blogging once took care of.<br />I'm sort of participating in <a href="http://www.reverb10.com/the-prompts/">Reverb 10</a>, which will be my best way to catch you up on the last year of my life.<br /><br /><em>December 3- Moment. Pick one moment during which you felt most alive this year. Describe it in vivid detail (texture, smells, voices, noises, colors).</em><br /><em></em><br />I always feel most alive at concerts. The initial rush of the crowd as the main event mans the stage, the screaming that beats through your heart louder than the bass chords, people touching you, thrumming with your body as you lose yourself in that one perfect song. Them Crooked Vultures made that moment for me. Josh Homme, with his swively Elvis hips and Dave Grohl, my hero for years, they made me feel alive in that Luxembourg arena, screaming lyrics with a crowd that spoke more languages than the United Nations. Everyone was equal, we all knew the music, that was our common thread. No worries about offending anyone, hurting anyone, just losing yourself in perfect rhythms.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935005118317904182.post-10892528830239733492009-03-03T16:36:00.000-08:002009-03-03T17:26:52.964-08:00The PhraseI've been craving peanut butter since the first day word of the salmonella scare broke out. I kind of obsessed about eating peanut butter, or not eating peanut butter, and how much peanut butter I had really been eating before we all found out it may be dangerous to do so. <br /><br />Thing is, I still haven't eaten any peanut butter. It's probably been a few months. Do I miss peanut butter? Sure. Would I still be eating it even if it hadn't made the news? Probably. Could I live without peanut butter? Most likely. Do I want to? Not really. Would I have thought about peanut butter this much if it wouldn't have been on the news? Absolutely not.<br /><br />I recently got a new camera and I had been dying to try it out. I took it with me to NYC, but really had a hard time finding organic photographs out of the numerous museum exhibits I visited. One of my best friends, <a href="http://terradawnphotography.blogspot.com">Terra</a>, asked me to take a few shots of her, so her clients actually know what she looks like. I quickly agreed and off to a studio in Rockville we went (Conor too!!). I soon realized, as we were bouncing around the studio, listening to loud music, laughing at silliness, and taking fantastic photographs (more on her end... but still), I realized that this was really what I had been craving. This camera was my peanut butter. I lived without it for so long that once I had a taste of it, I realized what I had been missing. <br /><br />Let's just hope I don't get sick from it...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935005118317904182.post-31662058181364602112008-11-22T18:34:00.000-08:002008-11-22T18:43:30.518-08:00Allie Does DallasBasically, I didn't leave the hotel for eight days. At least it was the <a href="http://www1.hilton.com/en_US/hi/hotel/DFWANHH-Hilton-Anatole-Texas/index.do">Hilton Anatole</a>, which is a mini-city in itself. <br />The highlight of my week was watching two groundskeepers chase a gigantic opossum around the park with a giant stick. <br />I'm tired, I am so sick of talking about work, and I am really, really ready for the holidays... and what will (hopefully) happen after they are over.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935005118317904182.post-54499880166388231602008-10-09T17:23:00.001-07:002008-10-09T17:43:10.863-07:00Time for A-List!In celebration of my four day weekend, and upcoming celebration of freedom, I present to you my lists of current likes and dislikes.<br /><br /><3<br />-<a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://nymag.com/fashion/fashionshows/2009/spring/main/newyork/womenrunway/projectrunwayleanne/#">Leanne</a> from Project Runway<br />-Tabatha Coffey<br />-Peter Pan collars<br />-Starbursts<br />-Thinking up Halloween Costumes<br />-Having better Halloween plans than most people<br />-Halloween anything, really.<br />-Working for the Army<br />-Sleeping<br />-Dressing up on a daily basis.<br />-Gossiping about coworkers.<br />-Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist<br /><br /></3<br />-"My Name is Earl"<br />-Emotional Obama fans<br />-Acorn<br />-Fridays/Red Robin/Ruby Tuesdays<br />-Gin<br />-Standing up for 10 hours straight<br />-Heat in October.<br />-Rude women<br />-Losing an earring<br />-Bangs on people that shouldn't have them.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935005118317904182.post-17290849785082548232008-10-02T16:28:00.000-07:002008-10-02T16:36:55.083-07:0025% More FreeOk, <a href="http://www.terrabehindthebooks.blogspot.com/">Terra</a> sort of dared that I wouldn't do this, so here I go!<br /><br />1. Link to the person who tagged you.<br />2. Post the rules on the blog.<br />3. Write six random bookish things about yourself.<br />4. Tag sixish people at the end of your post.<br />5. Let each person know he or she has been tagged.<br />6. Let the tagger know when your entry is up.<br /><br />1. Sometimes I secretly think I got a degree in English only because it meant I would fill my shelves with really interesting, fascinating books.<br />2. I believe that a book should not only BE read, but LOOK read as well. I crack the binding, I fold the corners of a page over to keep my place, and I leave books in random places. There's no sense in leaving such a tangible item untouched.<br />3. I've been writing a book in my head since I was 13. I'm afraid that once I start putting it on paper, it will lose it's appeal to me.<br />4. I can't write poems or papers on the computer. I've got notebooks filled with handwritten bits of lines and paragraphs that I then transfer to the stark white screen. There's nothing organic about typing things out on an electric board.<br />5. I have a gigantic collection of Archie comics and Babysitter's Club books.<br />6. When I was in elementary school, I would always make my mom read the ending of any book involving animals and if they died, I wouldn't read it. That's why I have never, to this day, read Old Yeller.<br /><br />I will tag <a href="http://starryfays.livejournal.com/">Colva</a> for this survey. End.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935005118317904182.post-53368241603890521882008-09-20T19:21:00.000-07:002008-09-20T19:57:45.327-07:00To be honest...My writing has been on the fritz since I graduated from college. I haven't written a poem in ages and I'm beginning to think that I need a swift kick in the rear to get my writing back in gear.<br />I've had so many other ventures running through my mind, like opening my own bakery, finding a job that will take me back to Germany, and shooting the pilot to my and Colva's future reality television show.<br />Yesterday, my friends and I went to Smith & Wollensky for Wine Week. $10 and basically all the wine you can drink. It was the first time in a long time that I was out with people, not caring about anything but having fun. I've been so wrapped up in work and work and, well, work, that I hadn't taken the time to go out and actually enjoy myself. <br />We started at noon and didn't stop until midnight. I haven't drank that much since my Los Angeles trip in January. <br />Speaking of Los Angeles, I am HIGHLY looking forward to my trip this coming October. Terra has graciously decided to accompany me and I do believe it will be a spectacular event. We may not even come back. <br />I'm starting to realize that as I get closer to knowing what I really want to do with my life, the harder it is for me to actally get up and do it. I've become the world's most practical person and I don't like it. My urge to pack up and just drive off into the sunset is with me every single day, has been for the past year. But then I start thinking about all of the repercussions, like what about my job? And what about money? And where will I live? How will I make new friends? What if I don't get a job in my new city?<br />My friends are always telling me I think about things too much, but it's how I am. I overanalyze, going through each and every possible situation until I've exhausted my brain and don't even want to deal with certain situations anymore.<br /><br />This entry is all over the place. I sort of thing it fits my current brain situation.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935005118317904182.post-25107096336477058252008-06-24T16:47:00.000-07:002008-06-24T16:55:17.738-07:00Hmmmmm<span style="font-size:85%;"><span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body">Wanna have kids before you’re 30?<br />Yeah, but if it doesn't happen then I won't kill anybody.<br /><br />Last item you bought yourself?<br />Chipotle. mmm<br /><br />Do you sleep on your side, stomach, or back?<br />Side/stomach<br /><br />Are your eyes the same color as your mom's or dad's?<br />They're a mix of both. Mom has brown, dad has green. So I've got hazel!<br /><br />What makes you laugh?<br />Pretty much anything.<br /><br />How do you feel about chocolate covered strawberries?<br />YUMMMMMMMM<br /><br />Are you self-conscious?<br />In certain respects, yes.<br /><br />What did you do today?<br />Got up at 530, was ready by 630. Spent like an hour at Starbucks because the barista there is SLOW AS MOLASSES! Then I got to work and spent 3 hours in my office alone before anyone showed up. Then I went to lunch with an old coworker and spent the rest of the afternoon listening to sales pitches from Orlando and learning about new work tools that excited me waaaay too much.<br /><br />Where did you get the underwear you are wearing right now?<br />Um... not sure actually.<br /><br />Who texted you in the last 48 hrs?<br />Twitter, Dan, Serena, Colva, Kasha.<br /><br />Who was the last person you cried in front of?<br />Serena?<br /><br />Has your number 2 on your friends ever made you cried?<br />Probably not.<br /><br />How did you and your number 1 become friends?<br />Good ol' Barnes & Noble.<br /><br />If your doctor told you TODAY that you were pregnant, what would you say?<br />I'd be super excited!<br /><br />When was the last time you flew in a plane?<br />Last week.<br /><br />What are your plans for the weekend?<br />WALL-E!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And zombie movie prepping.<br /><br />Are you ticklish?<br />Yes entirely too much.<br /><br />Can you do the Crank Dat dance?<br />No.<br /><br />What is the longest road trip you have ever taken?<br />Wisconsin.<br /><br />What was your last alcoholic beverage?<br />REALLY strong rum & coke. Yum.<br /><br />What are you craving right now?<br />Nachos<br /><br />Do you like surprises?<br />The good ones.<br /><br />Do you like anyone?<br />Yes<br /><br />Do you think you're approachable?<br />Incredibly so.<br /><br />Regret doing anything in the past week?<br />I regret not doing something Friday night.<br /><br />What's your worst habit?<br />Um... I am too agreeable.<br /><br />Has anyone ever broken your heart?<br />Yes<br /><br />Who was the last person to send you a text message?<br />I'm not sure, phone is downstairs.<br /><br />Do you miss anyone right now?<br />Yep :-(<br /><br />Does the person you like, like you back?<br />Yep<br /><br />Are you taller than your mom?<br />We're about the same height.<br /><br />If somebody totally hurt you/broke your heart, would you still think about them/want to be close with them?<br />No<br /><br />What is your weakness when it comes to the opposite sex?<br />Smile. If they look at me a specific way. Mmm.<br /><br />If someone were to tell you they like you right now, would you care?<br />Sure<br /><br />Have you ever kissed in the rain?<br />Yep<br /><br />Do you like nuts in your brownies?<br />EW<br /><br />Has anyone touched/smacked your butt?<br />Yes ha<br /><br />Have you ever jumped in the pool with your clothes on?<br />No, I can't swim.<br /><br />Who do you blame for your bad mood today?<br />I actually wasn't in a bad mood today.<br /><br />What was the first thing you did this morning?<br />Took a shower.<br /><br />Who was the last person you took a picture with?<br />Serena?<br /><br />Have you ever kissed someone who's name starts with the letter B?<br />Yes<br /><br />how about d?<br />Mmmhmm<br /><br />How about J?<br />Yes<br /><br />What about O?<br />Maybe<br /><br />And finally S?<br />Perhaps<br /><br />Something you'll never do again?<br />Work two jobs while going to school<br /><br />Is the person you have a crush on older or younger than you?<br />I don't get crushes.<br /><br />Have you ever told someone of the opposite sex you loved them and meant it?<br />Yes<br /><br />How many friends do you have?<br />A lot of good ones<br /><br />What are you listening to?<br />Hum<br /><br />When's the last time you cleaned your room?:<br />A few days ago.<br /><br />How did you wake up this morning?:<br />alarm clock<br /><br />What is the status of you and your first love?:<br />Um, non existent.<br /><br />Do you prefer warm or cold weather?<br />75 and breezy.<br /><br />How much money do you have on you?<br />$0<br /><br />Is there a secret you've never told your parents?<br />Probably.<br /><br />What were you doing at 12 am?<br />sleeping<br /><br />When was the last time someone yelled at you?<br />Not for awhile.<br /><br />When was the last time you talked to one of your best friends?<br />A few minutes ago.<br /><br />Where is your best friend?<br />Various locations around the northern virginia area.<br /><br />Next vacation spot?<br />LOS ANGELES AND VEGAS BABY!<br /></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-935005118317904182.post-24311238796348841352008-02-24T14:05:00.000-08:002008-02-24T14:12:14.741-08:00stupid car wash.<span style="font-size:85%;"> Now, here's what you're supposed to do. Copy & Paste this text into a new message, delete my answers, and put in your answers. Then send this to a whole bunch of people including me. The theory is that you will learn a lot of little known facts about those who know you. Remember to send this back to me too!<br /><br />4 jobs I have had in my life:<br />1. Patisserie Chef<br />2. Kid's Lead at BN<br />3. CS Person at the Post Exchange in Heidelberg<br />4. Career Management Specialist for the Army<br /><br />TV Shows that I watch:<br />1. Gossip Girl<br />2. Lost<br />3. rock of love.<br />4. Nigella Express<br /><br />4 places I have been:<br />1. Italy<br />2. Germany<br />3. Los Angeles<br />4. NYC<br /><br />4 people who call me:<br />1. Colva<br />2. Serena<br />3. Dad<br />4. Kasha<br /><br />4 favorite things to eat:<br />1. Cheese & onion enchiladas<br />2. Chipotle burritos<br />3. Pasta<br />4. Gummi bears<br /><br />4 places I would rather be right now:<br />1. Garmisch<br />2. Los Angeles<br />3. My own place<br />4. Firenze<br /><br />4 things I am looking forward to this year:<br />1. New job<br />2. New apartment<br />3. Going on all these work trips<br />4. Saving money<br /><br />4 Things I'd like to do but don't make the time for:<br />1. Making my artworks<br />2. Vacation planning<br />3. Writing poetry<br />4. Baking<br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0