Nailed it

I have never been one to splurge on mani/pedis every other week. Usually my nails are boring or bare or I’m working on scratching the already chipped polish completely off. I envy the perfectly painted full sets of my girl friends, but  I can’t justify spending $30+ only a little polish and hand massage. Luckily, the internet has provided me with the tools and tutorials I need to get just the look I want at home. This isn’t your regular ruby red polish and top coat. Do It Yourself nail art and nail designs are running rampant on beauty and fashion boards, blogs and social media sites.

With the right brushes, a little scotch tape, and the right polish nails can be transformed into a work of art.

Some of my favorites include:

All of these designs are A LOT easier than you would probably think. Toothpicks or small paint brushes can be used for small lines, dots, and details; scotch tape across the nail can help you achieve the perfect color block; as for the print letters, a little alcohol and a newspaper pressed against the nail. Getting a unique look may take a little time and a lot of patience, but the outcome is something uniquely you.

These homemade designs are also great for the holidays. I’m itching to try:

Here a a couple of great fashion blogs that have more great ideas: POLYVORE or fuckyeahnailart 

Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

Winter Break Rant

It’s that time of year again. The weather is dreary and grey, Christmas music is blasting from the radio, everyone’s in a rush to prepare for the holiday season. Four glorious weeks of no class, no homework, and no papers. As much as I love this time of year, there is also a certain amount of dread that comes along with it…

I must confess, I really do not want to see many of the people that claim to want to see me.

Considering everyone who I was best friends with in high school attends universities outside of Louisville, I enjoy three-fourths of the year going through my own routine, with my own friends, doin’ my own thing. For 75% of the year my high school gal pals are nothing put a blip on newsfeed. Drama and distance has helped me grow out of them and into my own social circle.

Then why is it when Thanksgiving and Christmas break roll around certain individuals expect everything to go right back to where we left off senior year?  An ever bigger question, why do I feel obligated to keep up appearances? Honestly, I wouldn’t consider myself friends with half of these people that “can’t wait to hangout!”  True, there are a few that I keep in touch with and truly consider good friends, but I’m tired of trying to connect with people I’d rather talk about behind their back than talk to their actual face.
Am I the bitch here?

If I am, I’m cool with it, I guess.

 

Tagged , , , , , , , , ,

Disposable Clothing

Before Forever 21 moved to its current location in Mall St. Matthews, and before it became the 2nd largest Forever 21 in the world, there was a time when I lived for Saturdays at the mall looking through heaps of poorly made foreign clothing- or disposable clothing, as I have come to call it. It was manageable then. Shopping was still a positive experience. In an out in less than an hour  99% of the time.

Now, what used to be my favorite store, has become a daunting, frustrating, and overwhelming experience. The first time I visited the new locale I was in shock. At a staggering 110,000 square feet, Forever 21 at Mall St. Matt’s is only second to the 126,000 sqaure foot store in Las Vegas. It takes the better part of 2 hours to cover the first floor.

Just the first floor.

On my last visit, one particular room had more clothes on the floor than on the racks, and there is always at least one dressing room closed due to the mountains of clothing that lay on its floor. And don’t even think about asking an employee about where a particular item is or if they have a different size. The workers are almost as lost as the customers.

Even though I don’t particular like or enjoy my time at Forever 21, it doesn’t it mean I refuse to shop there. I wish I was stronger. I wish I could resist the draw of polyester blends and and zippers that break after the third zip. I can’t. I’m a slave to the fashion machine.  In the mean time I’ll secretly berate the store behind it’s back and cackle at the hilariousness of wtforever21.com.

 

Tagged , , , , , , , ,

Leggings are pants. Shut up.

It’s about this time of year where I here this phrase at least once a week: “Leggings are NOT pants.”

I would just like to note, I have never heard this sentence uttered from a male body. Ever.

I don’t know why exactly, but there are a lot women out there who despise the legging and everything it stands for. Personally, I love them- hell, I practically live in them. They are comfy, and for a fairly skinny girl like myself, give me the appearance of a little more curviness than I actually possess.

I’ll admit, leggings are not for everyone, but for those of us that aren’t on the heavy side and are comfortable with a little cling, leggings provide a comfortable, fashionable alternative to jeans, slacks, and sweatpants. Dress them up or dress them down, leggings can add a femininity, edginess or class to any outfit. However there are a few cardinal rules for those of us who are comfortable with the fact that leggings are pants:

  1. Make sure your pair are completely opaque. No one wants to see what color underwear you are wearing when you bend over.
  2. There is such a thing as leggings that are too tight. Puckering at the seams  is a direct indication of this. You want your look to look smooth and put together, not sloppy.
  3. No unsightly camel toes allowed. Ew. See below for the horror.

Abide by those rules and you should be good to go.  I’ll have fun looking cute and curvy while the haters hate.

Tagged , , , , ,

Spark my Pintrest

I’m poor and a horrible gift giver. These sad facts often make gift-giving holidays even more stressful than they already are. I’m too proud to stoop to the last resort gift card, but i can never find something that I know my gift receiver will love, use, or want.Thank goodness I found the current gem of my bookmark bar: Pinterest.

Pinterest acts like a virtual cork board so users can “pin” websites, pictures, tutorials, almost anything from any site that they want to save or share with their friends and followers or even just the Pinterest community. Pinterest has a number or categories including food, photography, women’s apparel, men’s apparel, tech gadgets, hair and beauty, and my favorite: DIY and crafts. The craft boards on Pinterest are going to be my saving grace this Christmas. Thousands of users share their own endeavors with all sorts of crafts and projects. Knitting, sewing, painting, making clothes, jewelry, wall art…there is so much to choose from and explore, and there is always something new to look at. I plan on using some of these ideas to create thoughtful, inexpensive, Christmas gifts for my friends and family. So far, these have caught my interest: check out my craft board HERE.

Pinterest is way more than arts and crafts. It’s a cool way to collect and share all the things you love all over the internet. I will warn you. You may feel productive while perusing this sight, when it actuality you really are just procrastinating. It’s addicting. Happy Pinning!

I have a reason to believe we all will be received in Graceland

Just after the release of Paul Simon’s latest album, So Beautiful or So What, in April, Simon announced a 25th anniversary tour of his number-one album, and my absolute favorite, Graceland. I can remember being 8 years old in the back of my dad’s old Camry singing each track lyric for lyric.

 I don’t know if it’s the poetic genius of Simon’s  lyrics, the beautiful harmonies provided by  Ladysmith Black Mombazo, or the meld of  American folk and African rhythms, but this  album is stuck in my soul.

The album is spiritual, seamless, and vibrant.  The 25th anniversary tour is slated to begin  sometime in 2012. I don’t think I would miss it  for the world.

Paul Simon will be performing in  Bloomington, Indiana on November 20 at I  Indiana University and in Highland Heights,  Kentucky at the Bank of Kentucky Center on  November 22.

 

 

 

ticket info  http://www.paulsimon.com/us/events

Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

I don’t cook, and I don’t care

I don’t cook .

At all.

I don’t cook, and if I try to cook I tend to  ruin/burn/get bored/set off the smoke alarm.  My mother and grandmother are great cooks and amazing bakers.  They are experts in comfort food, holiday meals, and party pleasers, but I am, well, not.

In the last couple of years my lack of prowess and experience in the kitchen has become a running joke. Instead of chopping veggies or or watching the stove, family meal after family meal I am assigned to rolling silverware and washing dishes. If I get near a boiling pot, I get strange looks. If, heaven forbid, I try to make something simple like mac n’ cheese or rice (rice!) someone swoops in to take over the job I’m probably going to screw up.

I guess I’m missing some part of my domestic gene, but it doesn’t help that I’m not trusted within 2 feet of an oven. I know I don’t have a real desire to plan and execute a fabulous meal, but I would like an acknowledgement that I can actually make pasta.  I have so many wonderful cooks and chefs around me I’ve never really had to make something semi-elaborate for myself. Lucky me.

I suck at cooking, but I’m done caring. Just feed me.

 

 

Farting is still funny

Apparently the breaking news on last week’s batch of reality TV shows was that Nancy Grace let one RIP during her post performance interview on Dancing with the Stars. However, Grace denies that she perpetrated the colon calamity, and instead blames her partner, Tristan McManus.

Let’s go to the footage.

Really Nance? I think the evidence is all there and it’s all pointing to you

Exhibit A: At the beginning of the clip, Nancy has a generally uncomfortable look about her. As soon as Brooke points the mic in her direction, she takes a step backwards in order to position her bum as far away from the mic as she can without being too obvious.

Exhibit B: Nancy displays all the classic signs of trying to distract the audience from the sound that is about to come from her rear end. Her hand is positioned on her stomach. When she talks her voice gets a little louder, a little augmented, and she does this weird half bend  hoping to hold off the flatulence until the mic is out of range.

We all know the signs. We’ve all been there…well…we haven’t all been on caught farting on national television. That’s a chance you take as a public figure.

Exhibit C:  I think this picture speaks for itself.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Really, it just seems a like a hazard of the job. If your career consists mostly of appearing on TV, you’re bound to let one at some point or another. My only advice for Nancy Grace: Remember, whoever denied it supplied it.

 

 

Tagged , , , , , ,

Outlook’s Good

If you have lived in Louisville long enough, the novelty of the Highlands on a Friday or Saturday night wears of pretty quickly. Traffic is slow, drinks are expensive, and the crowds at each bar are pretty well polarized.

However, there is a standout among the line of Irish pubs on Baxter Avenue: the gem that is Outlook Inn.

 

Situated on the corner of Christy and Baxter Avenues, for the last couple of weeks Outlook has been my home base Thursday night through the small hours of Sunday morning. It’s always my Plan B if other plans don’t pan out, and a great spot to start out the night. Not too trendy, not too hip, Outlook provides a happy medium for those that are looking for a casual, animated space to grab strong drink, talk with friends, maybe shoot some pool, and pick a few songs on the juke box.

The best part? No cover.

The other best part? The bathroom doesn’t smell like whiskey and vomit.

The other other best part? Made-from-scratch Bloody Mary’s…and super strong LITs…and $2 PBRs…and…do you really need another reason?

 

 

 

 

Tagged , , , , , , , , ,

Keith and the Girl

Sometimes I feel like I’m the only person I know who listens  to podcasts. I only subscribe to a select few but the are huge part in my daily routine: at the gym, in the car, walking to class…I’m almost always listening to something.

If I happen to have my ear buds in and am laughing a little to hard to myself you can probably assume I am listening to Keith and the Girl (KATG). Keith and the Girl is a popular comedy podcast hosted by 30-somethings Keith Malley and Chemda Khalili fives days a week. Their tagline on iTunes? “Keith and his ex-girlfriend talk shit.”

If you are easily offended, this show is DEFINITELY not for you.

This completely uncensored internet radio show (complete with live video) covers everything from the New York comedy and art scene, sex, drugs, current events, interesting news stories, happenings in the hosts’ romantic and professional lives, and the Keith and the Girl community. Many shows also feature guest comedians or friends of the show.

My favorite aspect of this show is the involvement and devotion of Keith and Chemda to their fans. Every week they read listeners’ letters, interact with live listeners during the show, and have produced live show events around the country. They have even done shows in Canada, England, and Israel. Every year they host a slew of events during the week of April 15th when Keith does his annual stand up show in NYC. Keith and Chemda have an incredibly and talented fanbase. Over 90 people have gotten KATG themed tattoos in honor and love of the show. One listener has even animated a couple hilarious clips from past episodes. They are a great introduction to what has become a staple in my daily grind.

Have a laugh!

Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,