judging amy

If you want to be friends with me, I WILL USE YOU. And you'll like it.

A few weeks ago I decided I wanted to have some of my college girlfriends over, it's been awhile since we had a large gathering [I've seen most of these women at random for coffee dates and other lovely times], so I took matters into my own hands. Random fact about me: I LOVE to prep for a gathering; I HATE hosting.

Weird?

Since I hate the latter, I don't host many large gatherings [I live for quality one-on-one time], but sometimes the former wins out and I get to planning.

I chose a night and then I chose the event plan.

Yup. I made my friends judge my wardrobe.

Food.
Craft.
Judging.
Movies.
Sounds like a good night, right?

We're building a cult following for Pitch Perfect, so Fat Amy was the theme.
Amy-Amy, get it?

These are the Signs of Judgement: CRUSHED IT! [yes], ...mmm, better not [no]

Sarah's ready to get down to business.

I'm tired of having clothes I don't love in my wardrobe. It's annoying. We all have this, right? It's on clearance so I MUST PURCHASE IT. I lost weight last year...I gained weight this year [not exercising will do that, weird] and I don't feel as good as I want to in what I have. So, I needed to recruit some secondary opinions and I'm adding some judgement of my own when I'm looking at pictures. Plus these ladies convinced me to put things together that I wouldn't normally. Bonus!

The purple sweater needs a button-up under it. I own zero button-ups [this was identified as something missing from my wardrobe].

I'm always iffy on the black shirt [top row center], but it was determined as a BIG WINNER. You can also see my cardigan from 1999 below. BOOM. 

Also decided: I can wear skinny jeans, just not in the ugly color I previously owned. They also 100%, completely DENIED two of my favorites. The poppy print in the lower right corner of the above is one of them. Waaaaa! I don't want to put it in the giveaway bag. The other is the floral dress in the second set of pictures. THEY HATED IT: the tiered skirt, the print, the shape. I love it, but in the bag it went. 

The woman in the middle in the hippie tie-dye threw her sign at me and hit my face, she calls herself a "pacifist." (-;

Smooches, Jess.

This is my college roommate making fun of the way I dance:

Someday, I'm going to tell you about my mad [TERRIBLE] dancing skills. Unfortunately, this is probably a good example...

Shout out to my ladies for helping me CRUSH IT on a daily basis, with or without backup dancers.


love you people.
xo

class of 2013

It's almost May, that means graduation season is just around the corner. Never mind that it's sleeting and snowing and the weather still thinks it's winter, SPRING IS HERE BECAUSE GRADUATION IS HAPPENING WHETHER THE TEMPERATURE SAYS SO OR NOT.

I envisioned the world yelling that, hence all the caps. That sentence made more sense in my mind, but when I really analyze it graduation=spring it doesn't actually make sense, so ignore me.

These two lovelies are graduating this year from high school. They're both my cousins and I love them dearly and they're so grown up. I've always hated those people who talk about being old and blah blah blah, but freals...this makes me feel old. I held them as infants. I played with them as toddlers. I braided hair as pre-teens.

Now they're adults! WHAAAAAA!

I'm done.

When I see that I've taken pictures this similar of different people at different times I think...this could possibly be part of "my style" as a photo-taker. It's hard to figure out and describe your personal style [at least it's hard for me], but sometimes it slaps you in the face. Oh.

Happy graduation!

words

the cat nail

OK, here goes nothing on my first [and possibly only] post showing you how I do what I did to my nails. You may remember the last manicure I posted? Well, a "SHOW ME HOW YOU DID THAT NONSENSE!" was requested and I live to fulfill requests and avoid studying.

Perhaps more of the latter than the former.

First, I'm going to show you my polish collection. It's grown a bit since I first talked about it...

Uh...yeah.

Those are nail pallets so I can see what all I've got on hand. I don't see this as a problem.

The polishes for today:

1. China Glaze Kinetic Candy 

2. essie absolutely shore

3. black and white polish, I use a cheap-o black [just for accents and dots, but I use it ALL THE TIME] and OPI Alpine Snow for my white. 

4. Kiss nail stripers, you can grab these at Target or Walmart.

5. Seche Vite top coat. 

Not pictured: You'll need a dotting tool. You could use a toothpick or a pencil, but I use an embossing tool similar to this one. It's cheap at Hobby Lobby [grab a 40% off coupon] and you can find it in the paper craft area.

**I'm not endorsing any of these products, find what works for you and your budget!**

Let's get this show on the road. Before we start I always trim and file and clean my nails. We all know my nails are super short for non-poking massages. Yours don't have to be this short unless you're a polish addicted massage therapist too. Let's be friends if you are, ok?

The other thing I've mentioned before is that my nails are messy when I paint them. Because of the way I file my nails, the skin comes up around the end and there's going to be polish there. No worries, it comes off with a light scrubbing in the shower.

I'm sorry, there are going to be a bajillion pictures.

Halfway there?

You see the brush-stroke lines? That's why I love top coat, it takes those away and no one will ever know [unless you take pictures and point them out].

The finished product:

I'd link to the original, but the link from pinterest is broken. BOO. Idea cred to that person, though.
Hope this was helpful, Haley! (-:


love you people.
xo

baby

Little, tiny, new humans are my favorite creation. Can anything beat the heft of a new babe asleep on your chest?

Oh, I love their squishy cheeks, monkey toes, perfect lips.

This is Luke, his aunt is my good friend from college. He was my second baby in a row who refused to fall asleep. That might sound frustrating, but he was a perfect gentleman with only one or two tears the whole time. I was just a minor blip on the outside-of-the-womb life he'd just entered.

My disruptive clicking couldn't hold a candle to his three older brothers. (-:

So much fun.