I wore this hairbow as a pin last week:

And with one of my cute roomies Monique. It was a good day for short dresses and black flats:
dress- Urbanshoes and cardigan- Target
bag- NY&Co
necklace- gift
I am literally drooling all over my keyboard. Good thing my dad got me a water-resistant laptop (with this exact situation in mind, I'm sure).
The light was much better today.
Easily the most expensive item of the outfit at $28, my Eastern Market necklace:
So worth it. I'll keep it forever.
As my Jewish nana would say, "purdy shaaaahp" (which translates to "pretty sharp" for all of you not familiar with Jewish nanas and their accents). Photo taken by my amazing roomie Monique.
Modcloth-- $99.99
Forever 21-- $29-80 (quite a steal)
Luii (via nordstrom.com)-- On sale for $64.90!
My coveted Urban bookbag (got it on sale at the end of last year).
My room has terrible lighting for pictures. I think I may have to use the common room from now on...
All my jumping pictures come out looking like this one.
Our monstrous rented minivan was completely full of my shit:
My room isn't totally prettied up yet (the comforter won't get here until mid next week), but I thought this rug would add some character:
dress- Nordstrom
Ugly luggage! Terrible, dirty, unsightly luggage that I can't afford to replace. Cute shoes though:
After leaving Logan my parents and I went on a wild goose chase looking for a Macy's (fail) and Bed Bath and Beyond (epic win! $300 worth of win!). Then we all talked with really terrible Boston accents for awhile and finally made our way to my aunt's house for the rest of the evening.
sunglasses- H&M
The back. Strategic cropping was necessary to shield the public from my fat arms:
My boob bow of choice:
After shopping we met my cousin Lyss for dinner at a Tex-Mex restaurant near her new bachelorette pad in Ballston. I strongly recommend Uncle Julio's if you live in NOVA and are looking for spectacular guacamole. I tried to get a picture of it but failed epically. In fact, the only thing I succeeded in doing was getting guacamole all over my camera sock (and by "camera sock" I don't mean one of those cute electronics carrying cases that kind of looks like a sock. Like, I actually carry my camera around in an old white sock. It's usually inside out. Don't judge me).
I can honestly say that I have never had a stronger urge to photoshop an apostrophe onto a picture in my life. Maybe it can borrow one from the train wreck I found at Smith Mountain Lake last summer:
Welcome to Virginia"" a state that cares, about its public schools;*In the meantime, heat the oil in a large skillet over high heat. Add in the garlic; cook 1 to 2 minutes.
Add tomatoes; after another 5 minutes add the corn, beans, and cilantro. Cook until everything looks absolutely delicious (like 5 minutes):

4. Split the vegetable filling evenly among the tortillas.
SELF tacos:


Earrings-- 2 for $10!!
Not usually a big fan of gold (it looked better on me when I was a blonde) but these look ok, right?



The dress saw better weather (albeit worse posture) in Florida this past chrismukkah break.
I tried on these little honeys at the store today, but instead decided to take another pair of booties home with me (not pictured on the site, unfortunately):
Tried these on too, but didn't buy them. Big freaking mistake, how fierce are they?! I'm so going back for them:
These are real leather so I wouldn't buy them, but you probably could:




I stopped by the mall during my lunch break and took some myspace-style mirror pics in the bathroom after a mascara touch-up.
Later, I dressed it up a little bit for a dinner date with my cousin with the strappy brown heels I wore here:
Of course, one week before I leave to go back to school I figure out that my sister's room is the perfect place for pretty outfit pictures.
Thank god for Phantom Winnie the Pooh to ruin my shots.
The one thing I don't like about this skirt is how easily it wrinkles. When it arrived in its navy blue packaging, it looked like a little blue shar pei. Against my better judgment (the tag says dry-clean only and I am not exactly Susie Homemaker) I ironed it this morning. It looked great! However, by dinnertime it looked like I had scrunched it up around my waist and rolled down a hill, then taken it off, rolled it in a ball, and sat on it after gaining 50lbs. Fortunately for everyone, the wrinkles actually looked kind of nice. As I oh so eloquently explained to my cousin: "the wrinkles add character to it... like they do to George Clooney's face." Hence, the George Clooney skirt was born. And since I can't leave a good thing well enough alone, and enjoy making uncomfortable nicknames for things, I hereby dub this skirt The Cloon.
Which is cuter-- Clooney or the Cloon? Stay tuned for many more outfits to come, possibly involving both of the above.