I Scream You Scream We all Scream!



The last thing my expanding waistline needs is smooth, flavorful, and rich ice cream made from a 12% milk and cream mixture.

Unfortunately, my soul does in fact need it, and put up a really strong argument in favor of the stuff.

So, my soul and I convinced my sweets that we needed a summer mini-date night and headed out to enjoy a marvelous sunset drive in search of the perfect cone.

We found this little gem in Richfield, Ohio. Well worth the scenic drive through the winding roads of the valley! Is there a better way to spend an evening than blasting your favorite songs on your iPod, windows down, with your love, in the summer? Not for this little lady.

Of course, I couldn't choose between the freshest Melt-in-Your-Mouth Banana and the creamy Wish-I-Had-a-Bucket-of-It Butter Pecan. So, as is my tradition with shopping, I had both! One scoop of each please!  Pure genious, I know. I could tell the 16 year old kid felt the same as I shouted my bright idea to her across the counter.  

And, just in case you're wondering. I'm wearing the $1.00 dress I purchased at the Salvation Army last summer. It made me feel very Mad Men.

 Now, if I only had a '57 Chevy.

A girl can dream.

Sigh.

Eight Trends and Counting

I never thought I would say this, but I think I went a little over board with the trendiness on Saturday.

Let's count, shall we?

1. Leopard

2. Scarf

3. Jean Vest

4. Canvas Bag

5. Neon Green T

6. Maxi

7. Arm Candy

8. Braid in the hair

Surely I'm breaking some fashion journalist's #1 rule at Cosmo.

The poster child for rocking too much at once.

In my defense, it was 6 am on a Saturday when I put this little diddy together. I had been in public for a full 2 hours before I looked in the mirror. Really looked. That's when I took my scarf off. And my bracelets. And my...jk. That's it.

Removing just two items really brought me back.

Its a thin line people.

A very thin line.

And I walk it.

How Did I Get Here?

My earliest memories of planning out my outfits for the week date back to kindergarten. It started when my Mom put me in a brown jumper and put my hair in a deep side part with a plastic white barrette that pulled my bangs far out of my face, but flat to my head. I hated it. I stomped and stormed my way to school, crying the whole way. I had my own five year old dreams of what was hip and did not want to be caught dead in what she had thrown together. Luckily, I was the youngest of five girls. While I didn't always have the newest clothes, I certainly had the largest selection!

Fast forward 25 years and I'm still stomping and storming in the morning. Trust me, some days I wish I just didn't care what I wore. But it just ain't so. Dressing up is half the reason I wake up in the morning. If only I could stick to the ensemble I put together the night before. C'est la vie. I'm work in progress ya'll. Thank heaven for blogs and Pinterest!

If you're looking for inspiration, education, or just a good laugh (at my expense) about the latest and greatest fashion trends, then I invite you to follow this page.

Here's where it all began. A Fashion Story.

Grade 1: Loving my pierced ears and the matching shirt and short combo. The bangs made the look.

Grade 2: I was not required to wear a uniform to school. ???

Grade 3: Stripes and neon. Is nothing new?

Grade 4: I would have worn this dress everyday if I could have. Note to self: find a dress you LOVE.

Grade 5: Proud moment. Rockin' the bibs, bangs, and mock t-neck. Perfection.

Grades 6-12 were as awkward for me as they were for you. One picture sums it up.

The awkward high school phase was followed by an awkward college hippie phase. Many a brave pair of jeans lost their seams.

The turning point in my style. I left the hippie in BG and moved back home.

Over the next 9 years I worked as a bartender, student, personal trainer, and teacher. My wardrobe did too.

Guess that's why I learned to be the savvy shopper I am today; filled with a wealth of knowledge regarding stretching that all-American dollar to fit my every fashionable need.