Miss Julia

Meet Julia.  Julia is my boyfriend's sister, a very good friend of mine, and just one of my favorite people in general.  We go on many adventures.  Most recently, she asked me to transform a dress for her upcoming winter formal.  

I have known Julia since she was 12, and it's crazy to see her all grown up.  Here I go getting all sentimental.  But doesn't she look beautiful?  We shortened the dress (a little more than her father cared for) and made it more form fitting.  I was quite pleased with the results.  The back of the dress is still cut out and beautiful as in the original, but it wasn't the right setting for me to ask to take a picture from the back.

Top 3 reasons why I adore her and you should too:

1.  She is the most caring person.  I watched her perform surgery trying to save her dying rat.  It was the most disgusting, foul smelling thing I have ever witnessed, but Julia took it like a champ to save her darling pet.

2. She shares my dark and mildly inappropriate sense of humor.  And plots for world domination.

3. She is an extraordinary friend.  I honestly think she would punch anyone in the face if they crossed one of her friends.

A song for Julia...

Hahaha, weren't expecting that one were you?

Puppy Chow Hangover

I feel awful.  Absolutely terrible.  And there is only one explanation: the mass amount of puppy chow I consumed with my friends last night.  Needless to say, I was in no condition to photograph the dresses I transformed over the weekend.  Instead I am sharing with you a DIY that I'm sure all of you ladies out there will appreciate. It is seriously E.A.S.Y.

I don't know about you, but I am half asleep whenever I am getting ready in the morning.  It is incredibly frustrating that the make up that I use on a regular basis is all the same shape.  I spend 2 minutes searching for the mascara, only to pull out the eyeliner fifteen times.  The amount of time I spend digging through my makeup bag is atrocious.  Therefore I decided to come up with a simple solution to store those similar shaped items that I use on a daily basis.  It really is so convenient.

Materials Needed:
-Piece of Fabric
-Marker
-Scissors
-Sewing machine (or needle and thread if that's your thing)

1. Cut the fabric in half
2. Place out the makeup where you would want it on one of the halves of fabric (you can even organize it in the order of use if you feel so inclined)

3. Mark the edges of the tools (on both sides) about 1 1/2 inches from the top and the bottom of the tool
4. Cut between the two marks on both ends, and slide the tool through the two holes.
5. Continue steps 3-4 with the rest of the make up you have selected.

6. Now sew this piece to the other half using a sewing machine or needle and thread.  Sew all the way around the edges leaving a couple inches to pull it inside out.  When you are finished, pull the inside through as you would a pillow, and finish the stitching with a needle and thread.

You can now place your tools in their designated spots, roll it up and tie a ribbon around it.  Or an old backpack strand if that's all you can find (caught me!)  I love it.  Completely free because I used only found materials...and for that price, I say it's not half bad.

Song I can't stop listening to today (and everyday):  Our Own Pretty Ways/First Aid Kit

Petrified as Hermione Granger

Well I was walking to class today dressed like this (yes this is really how I dress in real life), when I saw a group of three girls walking in their black sweatpants and black Northface jackets (our school uniform which I am constantly violating).  They apparently knew the girl walking ahead of me (black sweatpants, brown Northface) because they started hollering at her, "Macy, really? Black and Brown? Where's your black jacket?"  The girl looked honestly humiliated, "Oh, I think I left it somewhere during the superbowl.  I could not find it anywhere this morning."  But the leader of the pack was taking no excuses. "You need to figure that out Macy, because this is not working for you."  Owwwza!  The girl looked at her feet, completely petrified.  We're talking Basilisk petrified people.  I couldn't believe what I had just witnessed.  It was like a real life, poorly costumed Mean Girls.  I literally laughed out loud...which caused all four zombies to look in my direction, look at my dress, and scoff.  It was then that I remembered it was real life, not a movie I was watching.  And boy, had I upset the pack.

Sorry to offend my little sweatpants darlings.  I have no filter, and I couldn't help but laugh.  But I kind of wish this "Macy" would have punched y'all in the face. 

Song I can't stop listening to after that experience: Girl With One Eye/Florence + the Machine

Take heed ladies, be a little kinder.

Ohh, and my hair is a little darker then I meant for it to become.  But it's okay because I feel sort of like when Ursula is a person in the Little Mermaid...so if you can sing watch out, imma steal all your voices and your men.

If you're having girl problems...

Remember those awful shirts that snapped in the crotch?  I think they were popular in the early 90's?  Sort of like a onesie, but for girls/adults?  Notorious for making you pee your pants as you are dancing around the bathroom trying to get it unsnapped.  Maybe you never experienced this fashion fad, but I know my beloved sister knows what I am talking about.

Well, despite my bitter childhood memories, I found this onesie-type at a thrift store and I simply had to have it.  It is a sweetheart velvet with a mesh type cutout at the top.  (Only furthering my velvet obsession)  The skirt was on super-duper clearance at Gap, which I scored for $4 which made my life!  While wearing, I felt myself thinking back on my childhood.  Back when I thought all my friends were the coolest, and my biggest concern was getting my shirt unsnapped when I had to pee. 

My life has been somewhat drama-infested lately, much to my dismay.  And this song always puts a smile on my face when I am stressed to the max.  

Hence, the song I can't stop listening to today: 99 Problems/Hugo

The 5 Stages of Waking

School has begun for me, and so I have said goodbye to my winter break of bliss and hello to an 18 credit nightmare.  I have barely had time to breathe, much less blog, these past two weeks.  But the absolutely worst thing...is that now I am forced to wake up at a reasonable time! Gasp! 11 o'clock mornings, where did you go?  My mornings now go something like this...

Stage 1: (8:45 a.m.) Denial- "No, it couldn't be that time already."

Stage 2: (8:50 a.m.) Anger- "Stupid Alarm! Stop bothering me! I AM NEVER GETTING OUT OF BED EVER!"

Stage 3: (8:55 a.m.) Bargaining- "Well maybe I didn't have to get up this early, just ten more minutes."

Stage 4: (9:00 a.m.) Depression- "Today is going to be so awful, what's the point of getting up anyway?"

Stage 5: (9:05 a.m.) Acceptance- "Oh shit, I really have to go."

Sound familiar to anyone?

Song I can't stop listening to today: January Hymn/The Decemberists.

Mehhh, I wish it was still January.