Hypochondria, Sequins, Banana Republic

So remember my attempt at running last week?  I have been in so much pain the last few days I cannot even tell you!  Through my research on Web MD it appears that my body is in such an atrophied state from lack of physical activity that even the slightest amount of exertion leaves me feeling like doodoo.  Or I have a tape worm.  It’s hard to say!  But enough about my hypochondria/imminent tape worm death let’s talk about my most recent self diagnosed health issue, oniomania, or compulsive buying disorder.  Also known as me sobbing over my last Visa statement.

I’ve been hitting the pavement hard this week searching for more black, grey, white and denim.  If you’re holding out for a post with colors, patterns or anything shiny this blog is not for you.  Also, sequins are not for day they are for Atlantic City.  Sorry.  I’m sick of seeing your shiny ass out on streets.  Your parents don’t love you.  I may have taken this too far.  But seriously you look like a disco ball.  This is not the remake of Saturday Night Fever, it’s an Applebee’s.  Okay, now I’m done.

This weeks picks are from Nordstrom Rack and Banana Republic.  (Banana Republic is killin it this fall!)  I’m always looking for amazing t-shirts and jeans and these two fit the bill.  I just keep buying things that look exactly like everything else in my closet.  It’s like yet another disease, Alzheimer’s perhaps.  One time I actually bought a shirt while wearing that same exact shirt and I did not notice until I got home.  And no, I was not drunkopping (a word I coined for drunk shopping.) I was only 18 at the time so I had to be sober for the pep rally or prom or the SAT’s or something.

And now for the real reason you frequent this blog, awesomely bad “photography”.  You will be happy to know this shoot involved an extraordinary amount of cursing (even for me) and an hour-long breakdown in which I seriously questioned the direction of my life.



(Unintentional selfie before breakdown.)  I call this look I could punch a kitten.

Let’s meet here Tuesday because I’m going to Vegas and it’s gonna get weird…

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