Friday, June 19, 2015

Stitch Fix #13: Shrug

This time around I didn't ask for anything specific so when I opened my Stitch Fix I had my fingers crossed for everyday casual items. Lucky for me, my stylist sent all casual pieces that I could wear this summer. Sadly, I only decided to keep one. Here's what she sent me:

This is the one I decided to keep. Yes, it's a t-shirt, but if feels like an expensive t-shirt. And really, that makes all the difference, doesn't it?

I liked the pattern on this maxi dress, but it wasn't very flattering on me. Something about that floppy area right at the waist just doesn't do me any favors. 

This was a disappointment. This is a navy t-shirt that I could find anywhere. There's no reason it should've been in the box. Also, the seam down the front looked ridiculous when I put it on.

The colors didn't work with my skin tone. I don't think I need to elaborate anymore with that one...

I loved the way this maxi skirt felt against my skin. Seriously, it almost felt like silk (and it's definitely not silk). I didn't even mind the pattern (Nate thought it looked like a peacock). But when I was walking around the living room (modeling, of course) Nate said he could see through the material. That's an automatic no-go. 

So this time I ended up with just the one piece. I had such high expectations after the last box, too! I'm going to chalk this up to unlucky 13 and hope that box 14 is much better. You never know, that could be the box that makes me want to keep all of the clothes! Have you tried Stitch Fix yet? Part of the fun is not knowing what's coming in the mail each month. Give it a go by clicking my link here: Stitch Fix.

Cheers,
Jen 

Wednesday, June 10, 2015

And just like that, parenthood and alcohol are forever linked.



Last night was rough. E was awake every hour and a half, which means I was awake every hour and a half. And it's not like he would roll over and go back to sleep. Oh no, he was awake and crying/whining/whimpering. Honestly, it was pitiful.

At this point, we're chalking it up to gas pain and crossing our fingers it doesn't happen again tonight. I don't think either of us can handle it. I told Nate to sleep in the guest bedroom since he had to get up for work, but if it happens again, I may have to hide out there too.

The point of this ("there's a point?" - you, "misery loves company?" -me) is that it made me think of wine. Like oh, I've had a rough day so I need a glass of wine. Which in turn made me think of dishes because our glasses don't fit in the dishwasher. So for me, I have to decide if the benefit of wine outweighs the downside of washing the glass by hand. Although, now that I think about it, I could probably just drink from the bottle and eliminate this problem for good.

Right so, that led my thoughts to the baby bottle brush. I've been meaning to share this life hack for some time, but hadn't gotten around to it for whatever reason ("probably all the wine" - you, "I wonder if we have any prosecco?" - me). One day, I was painstakingly cleaning my champagne glasses (I could drink champagne with dinner. I'm pretty sure that makes me future BFFs with Mariah Carey) and I realized that the baby bottle brush was the perfect tool for cleaning them! We're way past the bottle stage, but I keep the brush around for our wine glasses and some of our tall beer glasses. It really is the perfect solution.

So I thought I would share it with you in the off chance you have a similar problem. That and I think it's funny. I mean c'mon. A baby bottle brush to clean your wine glasses? You can't deny the link is hilarious.

Or is it just me?

Cheers,
Jen

Monday, June 8, 2015

9 things I wish I could've told my 17 year old self

Photo courtesy of Theeradech Sanin at freedigitalphotos.net

I graduated from high school more than 10 years ago and if I could go back in time and give myself some pointers I totally would. This isn't to say I have regrets (I have none! OK, maybe a few), but I wish there were some things I would've navigated better.

Here's what I would've told myself:

1. Don't go to the tanning salon. You are part Irish. You will always be pale. Having a dark tan during the summer is a pipe dream. One year, you will achieve said pipe dream but probably at the expense of your skin's health. You will spend the following years agonizing over every blemish and bad burn  thinking it'll only be a matter of time before it turns into skin cancer. Listen to me. Wear sunscreen on your face and neck every day. Quit trying to be something that you're not. Embrace your paleness. Be like Nicole Kidman. 

2. It isn't always about you. You will struggle with this concept. You think everything is about you. It's a generation problem. You were brought up with a bunch of narcissists. Later, you'll realize the following generation was even worse and came up with something called selfies. Remember, it's not always about you. There's more to this world than one person. 

3. Don't work at Red Lobster. It's a lousy job. You will be the worst bartender in the history of bartending. Your work clothes will smell like fish. Your fellow employees have a few screws loose. You will get yelled at by Mother's Day mobs in the lobby who want to be seated immediately even though there's a two hour wait. You will gain weight from eating cheddar biscuits when no one is watching. Do not work there. I repeat, do not work there.

4. Go to class. The longer you're in school, the more you'll want to skip. You will have nightmares into your 30s about missing an exam and flunking out of college. Do not sign up for Russian or philosophy. You will drop both and be forced into four years of French. Do not believe your communication professors. They think your writing sucks, but you will win journalism awards in the future. Tell those old, sexist white males they can pound sand (but not to their faces because you still need good grades). 

5. Don't get caught up in the drama. Because you will. There will be a lot of drama and you will always be included in the mix. Take the high road. Be mature. Handle things like an adult. Be tough, but fair. Make friends for life. 

6. Don't go to Mexico for spring break. It will not be the trip you expected. You will want to cross back into the US almost immediately. There will be tears. There will be police. It will be mayhem. You will stop in Port Aransas on the way there - do this instead. Still go with your friend. You will still be friends 10 years later. She is awesome. PS - Do not eat the fruit from the street vendors.

7. Call your parents. They will become some of your closest friends as you get older. When you're in your 30s, you will call your mother every day because you want to, not because you have to. Tell them you love them all the time.

8. Invent Facebook. It's a way for people to connect with each other using the Internet. You will be rich. Also, buy Apple and Amazon stock. Put money into a retirement fund immediately and keep putting money in. You don't need that shirt from Charlotte Russe. Seriously, it's not that cute. 

9. Learn to let loose. You struggle with this concept. You like to be in control. But you need to loosen up a bit. Learn to dance. You are a horrible dancer (this isn't harsh, this is reality) and your husband will like to dance. Take lessons. Put your long limbs to good use. In the future, there will be a show called Dancing with the Stars. Take the appropriate steps to make sure you can get on the show if your career Plan A falls through (spoiler alert: Plan A goes just fine). 

If only future Jen could've communicated with 17 year old Jen, right? Then again, the things I experienced made me the person I am today, who by all accounts is happy and what I assume to be well-adjusted (but with a lot less rhythm than most). Still, just think of how much money I'd have now if I had invested it properly? I need a time machine.  

Cheers,
Jen 

Thursday, June 4, 2015

Another breastfeeding scandal.

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Writing is cathartic for me. So when hot button issues are floating around I usually take a few minutes and bang out a blog post. It helps me get my thoughts together and decide which side of the fence I'm on. Most of the time, these posts don't go live. Mainly because they're controversial and that's not really the point of the blog ("wait, there's a point to all of this?" - you, "only that I'm awesome," - me).

But to address the elephant in the room, yes, I did write a post about Caitlyn Jenner. And no, it won't go public. Not because I feel strongly about it either way. In fact, it's exactly the opposite. I really don't care. I've adopted a live and let live approach and it's working well for me. But I had to get the words out of my system so I could move on and write about other things. This post focuses on something I'm much more passionate about.