ZIGGY ZAG

I really have nothing to say today that will not get me into trouble so I am going to go downstairs and watch Colbert and John Stewart to see if I can come up with something tamer or at least funnier than what's in my head by next week...

Blazer-H&M
Button down blouse-TJ Maxx
Jeans- Seven coated black jeans
Shoes-Converse
Purse-Chanel
Broach- NYC Korea Town. I would really love some Kimchi right now...

XOXO

25 and UP

From what I heard through the grapevine, otherwise known as my all knowing friend Nicole, "when you are 25 and down, you... capital S, SHOW up to the club;  but when you are 25 and up, you... capital SSS... SHOW up to brunch!

So always one to take heed to sound advise, I made sure to sparkle for  sunday brunch even though it was a rainy day in Houston

Used J. Crew belt as a choker necklace.  I have a thing for flimsy sandals. This is my newest pair and to say I am in love with it will be an understatement. The colors alone on that thing...

Asos blue sparkly sweater
Erdem flower power shorts
Sophia Webster sandals
Vintage bag and umbrella

Hope you have a wonderful week!
XOXO

Would love a hoodie!

But until I find a good reasonably priced one, I would have to tote around my umbrella and frizzy hair during rainy days.

Just imagine an army green fur hoodie jacket with this dress instead... that's right, I just told you what the molten chocolate cake version of this ensemble would be.  And you are welcome!

Urban Outfitters sweater jacket
ALC sweater dress
Christian Louboutin purple suede thigh high boots
Celine Bag

Hope you are enjoying spring forward, I am crawling back into bed with the movie Love in the time of Cholera, Woody Allen's, Vicky Cristina Barcelona; and Lord knows what else. After careful consideration, countless of hours worth of soul searching and half a bottle of Moscato, I decided that Javier Bardem and I must re-acquaint ourselves with each other ...
XOXO

Manic Pixie

I am not a manic pixie girl

I don’t wake up with a flock of singing birds flying about my window and if for some reason I had birds at my window, they will be more Hitchock than Disney.  I certainly don’t rise up out of bed with arms outstretched to heaven, perfectly disheveled hair ala a Neutrogena commercial and a cutesy yawn in tow.  Instead, I roll out of bed in the dark, mentally give a finger to the heavens for having a life that requires an alarm clock and then drag myself to the bathroom with my hair looking more like Don King

I am not a manic pixie girl

On all days, I go about my business without evoking eccentric personality traits at every turn.  I do not burst into a song and dance just to get laughs out of people, my mannerisms doesn’t resemble that of a Terex patient and my sole responsibility is not teaching significant others new ways to embrace life.  I have my own happiness to worry about.

I am not a manic pixie girl

Nor am I an air head, a superficial snob that does not get along with other women, a sex kitten, or a bitter career woman that is so into my job that I forget to get laid and need the ghosts of past time to appear and remind me that I need to get a man and some munchkins before…

it’s Christmas and it's too late for ANYTHING...brouhahaha…..

I am a woman who will cringe at making a public scene and will just die on the spot if someone I know made a public scene in my presence (no outrageous anythings at my door step please)

I do not always have a sunny disposition and for the life of me I cannot think of why I should have a smile plastered on my face 24/7

I don’t crash into things

I've maintained relationships

I don’t think the world of everyone I meet and that does not make me a bitch.

I don’t break into a run in heels for any reason.  To sum it up, I can wait till day two to profess my love to the man of my dreams if there is such a thing.  Oh yeah… And another thing, I don’t profess.  I calmly communicate

I am not a manic pixie girl

Take heed Hollywood, We are not all manic pixie girls
We do not all fit into any one mold. Tinseltown already realizes that there are different types of men: The strong silent type, I’ve dated them all; the communicative, pseudo understanding type, I’ve slept with them all; the artist type, I’ve admired them from afar, the crazy serial killer, the troubled yet loving one, I could go on forever; so why can’t they realize there are different types of women?

Please throw me a bone and show me different variations of women instead of variations of manic pixie or straight tunnel vision working girl?  
  I am starting to think there is something wrong with me when identifying myself as a woman’s woman simply because 

I AM NOT A MANIC PIXIE GIRL