Alright, I know I've been MIA for the past, well, weeks, but my little sister's asked me to start posting again and I think I'm down.
The wedding was a huge success! I know I kind of fell off on the posting right when things were getting juicy, but a poor internet connection at work along with my negative desire to sit in front of another computer when I get home led to zero posts.
So let's see if we can get this party started again.
You all remember that I ordered our bridesmaid dresses from etsian sohomode, right? Well, she recently sent me a convo via etsy asking if she could share my wedding photographs on her blog. Ummm... heck yeah! But also, how in the heck did she find my wedding photos? I've never been big into facebook and definitely haven't posted my photos here so I started to get that eery the-internet's-really-Big-Brother feeling.
I told her that of course she could post my photos but oh, how did you get those again? She said my photographer posted them, and she turned them up in a Google search. Ah, okay, phew.
In an ease-me-back-into-blogging effort to get my first post back out there, I recommend you all go check them out there! And because I can't seem to view or post photographs anymore at work, I'll post some from her blog when I'm home.
Enjoy!
Showing posts with label Beauty. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Beauty. Show all posts
10 August 2011
26 April 2011
Hair Indecision
I have scheduled my hair and makeup trial for this week at a place I’ve never been. It makes me a little nervous, but I didn’t have many options.
I tried using a contact from a friend for makeup, but she’s attending a wedding on June 11th.
Then I tried using a hair and makeup team I found that comes to your house or venue, but they were booked that day, too.
Luckily I found a shop about 7 minutes away that will do our hair and makeup, and their pricing is the cheapest I’ve found. I’ll take cheap if I only have to drive 7 minutes each way.
Now I’m stumbling over what type of hair style to choose. My first inclination is to go with a side bun. A bit messy, nothing too smooth or perfect, like these:
I tried using a contact from a friend for makeup, but she’s attending a wedding on June 11th.
Then I tried using a hair and makeup team I found that comes to your house or venue, but they were booked that day, too.
Luckily I found a shop about 7 minutes away that will do our hair and makeup, and their pricing is the cheapest I’ve found. I’ll take cheap if I only have to drive 7 minutes each way.
Now I’m stumbling over what type of hair style to choose. My first inclination is to go with a side bun. A bit messy, nothing too smooth or perfect, like these:
What I don't want when it comes to the side ponytail:
It's a bit too, well, bridal for my taste. Too prommy or something.
Yet my stepmom and mom are encouraging me to leave my hair down. Appealing, since I'd like the feel to be casual to compliment our backyard wedding, but what if it's humid? What if I get hot? What if I need my hair wrangled? And part of me thinks that I don't need to be casual just because our wedding is a bit on the casual side because - hey - I'm the bride.
So then I moved on to consider a side ponytail. It can look a bit dressier while containing my hair and still looking somewhat 'down'. My only fear? Looking like a country music star:
So then I moved on to consider a side ponytail. It can look a bit dressier while containing my hair and still looking somewhat 'down'. My only fear? Looking like a country music star:
I hate that roll thing in the front. Eeek.
This is actually probably exactly what I want (oh, Keri Russell, how I love you. It's meant to be):
Except I'd probably have the part on the same side as the ponytail. And while my hair isn't nearly as curly as hers naturally, I do think that our hair is probably about the same texture.
This is nice, too. The volume is a little much but then again I think you need some volume to make it look done as opposed to I-just-rolled-out-of-bed-and-I-love-the-eighties.
I think my favorites are the first side bun, the Keri Russell hair, and the Katie Holmes hair. Any input from you?
Where my WB girls at?
28 December 2010
Ready for Our Close-Up
J and I chose our wedding photographer! And are currently awaiting our contract via email!
That's one big fat check off the To-Do list.
I'd share her link here, but to be honest - I'm not terribly pumped about her aesthetic. Budget is boss around here, so since the photographer that I would have preferred {working within our budget, who is actually cheaper} is booked for our date, we had to move to Photographer 2.
Hopefully our "complimentary" engagement session will turn me on to her style, though. We shall see!
Any recommendations for engagement shoot locations - generic or region-specific? I already have anxiety about my ensemble(s)!
That's one big fat check off the To-Do list.
I'd share her link here, but to be honest - I'm not terribly pumped about her aesthetic. Budget is boss around here, so since the photographer that I would have preferred {working within our budget, who is actually cheaper} is booked for our date, we had to move to Photographer 2.
Hopefully our "complimentary" engagement session will turn me on to her style, though. We shall see!
Any recommendations for engagement shoot locations - generic or region-specific? I already have anxiety about my ensemble(s)!
14 December 2010
Bra-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la
There are some "becoming a woman" things I always associated with getting married. Getting professionally fitted for a bra was one of them.
So when bff Y asked last week if D and I wanted to get fitted at a local bra boutique, I thought, Perfect. I get to spend time with my ladies and check something off my not-yet-totally-formed-and-(probably)-"cute"-to-others-more-into-their-planning list.
We all arrived with the same expectation - that we've all been wearing the wrong size forever. And that we'd have to invest crazy amounts of money to rebuild our bra collection. This is not entirely true for me, the one who shops at Forever 21's accessory store for her bras and scoffs at Victoria's Secret prices - even during the semi-annual sales. But for my friends, D and Y,who frequent Victoria's Secret like it's going out of style, they'd be losing some serious moolah in their bra drawer if their sizes were wrong.
With two sales women and three of us, we divided among the changing rooms. I had the mean lady who measured me and told me that I'm the exact size I've been wearing for years. I was surprised, but not terribly. My breasts aren't big, and there's really not much room for error.
I told Mean Lady that that was the size I already wore, and she left to help my friend. She never told me she'd get me some bras to try on (which were located in the back of the store), so I redressed and went to the front of the store.
After she helped a friend, she found me in the front and said, "Oh, you didn't want me to get you any bras to try on?" and I said, "Oh, no..." as I hadn't realized that's how the store worked. I thought maybe I chose my merchandise and then tried it on. So then she says, accusatorily, "So you mean you don't want to try on any bras?" To which I responded, "Uh, no."
Within a few minutes I figured out that I was supposed to stay in my dressing room, as my friends began to try on bras that were brought to them. I even heard D and Y call out to each other - both were off by TWO cup sizes. Ouch.
Luckily the nice lady rescued me, and I went back to my dressing room for a few tries.
But man oh man I didn't realize bras could be so expensive! The first she brought was $82. The second, $62. The third (and my favorite), a whopping $90. Ridiculous!
Because of the enormous pressure I felt from Mean Lady, I caved and chose the $90 bra with matching $38 "panties"*. For a total of $135, I had one lame-ass honeymoon getup. Do you know how many things I could buy from Victoria's Secret for the same amount?
The more I've thought about it, the more pissed I've become that I let pressure get me. So today, after work, I took my neatly wrapped package back to the store to return. The woman - luckily neither Mean Lady or Nice Lady - first asked if there was a problem with my purchase. I tell her no, that honestly it's just the expense that's the problem. Then she reviews my receipt and goes, "Oh, did you buy 'panties'? Those are non-refundable, even with the tags." Okay, fine, I can understand that. Though I doubt many women who are purchasing $38 underwear are then the type to return them after a wear or two.
So then I asked if I could just return the bra. She begins to go through the motions of returning it and then asks, "Did the salesperson before mention that bras may only be returned for store credit?" Uhhhhh, no! I tell her this. She gives me a sad look and says, "Well, I'm sorry, but..." And I'm thinking, HELLO. If I told you that the expense of two pieces of cloth is the "problem" with my purchase, what makes you think I want your damn store credit?
So then I think, fine, I'll just get the store credit and use it later. But then I realize I'm stuck with some $38 leopard print underwear with no matching bra. Might as well have the whole set, right?
So I say, forget it! I'll keep it!, snatch up my bag (okay actually I was quite nice - it wasn't her fault), and leave.
But then as I drove home I thought I should really call the manager. It's ridiculous. I was never told that I would not be able to return the purchase for real money. I bet the company's owned by a man.
Totally did not go as planned. It is pretty, though, isn't it?
*That word makes me skeeve.
So when bff Y asked last week if D and I wanted to get fitted at a local bra boutique, I thought, Perfect. I get to spend time with my ladies and check something off my not-yet-totally-formed-and-(probably)-"cute"-to-others-more-into-their-planning list.
We all arrived with the same expectation - that we've all been wearing the wrong size forever. And that we'd have to invest crazy amounts of money to rebuild our bra collection. This is not entirely true for me, the one who shops at Forever 21's accessory store for her bras and scoffs at Victoria's Secret prices - even during the semi-annual sales. But for my friends, D and Y,who frequent Victoria's Secret like it's going out of style, they'd be losing some serious moolah in their bra drawer if their sizes were wrong.
With two sales women and three of us, we divided among the changing rooms. I had the mean lady who measured me and told me that I'm the exact size I've been wearing for years. I was surprised, but not terribly. My breasts aren't big, and there's really not much room for error.
I told Mean Lady that that was the size I already wore, and she left to help my friend. She never told me she'd get me some bras to try on (which were located in the back of the store), so I redressed and went to the front of the store.
After she helped a friend, she found me in the front and said, "Oh, you didn't want me to get you any bras to try on?" and I said, "Oh, no..." as I hadn't realized that's how the store worked. I thought maybe I chose my merchandise and then tried it on. So then she says, accusatorily, "So you mean you don't want to try on any bras?" To which I responded, "Uh, no."
Within a few minutes I figured out that I was supposed to stay in my dressing room, as my friends began to try on bras that were brought to them. I even heard D and Y call out to each other - both were off by TWO cup sizes. Ouch.
Luckily the nice lady rescued me, and I went back to my dressing room for a few tries.
But man oh man I didn't realize bras could be so expensive! The first she brought was $82. The second, $62. The third (and my favorite), a whopping $90. Ridiculous!
Because of the enormous pressure I felt from Mean Lady, I caved and chose the $90 bra with matching $38 "panties"*. For a total of $135, I had one lame-ass honeymoon getup. Do you know how many things I could buy from Victoria's Secret for the same amount?
The more I've thought about it, the more pissed I've become that I let pressure get me. So today, after work, I took my neatly wrapped package back to the store to return. The woman - luckily neither Mean Lady or Nice Lady - first asked if there was a problem with my purchase. I tell her no, that honestly it's just the expense that's the problem. Then she reviews my receipt and goes, "Oh, did you buy 'panties'? Those are non-refundable, even with the tags." Okay, fine, I can understand that. Though I doubt many women who are purchasing $38 underwear are then the type to return them after a wear or two.
So then I asked if I could just return the bra. She begins to go through the motions of returning it and then asks, "Did the salesperson before mention that bras may only be returned for store credit?" Uhhhhh, no! I tell her this. She gives me a sad look and says, "Well, I'm sorry, but..." And I'm thinking, HELLO. If I told you that the expense of two pieces of cloth is the "problem" with my purchase, what makes you think I want your damn store credit?
So then I think, fine, I'll just get the store credit and use it later. But then I realize I'm stuck with some $38 leopard print underwear with no matching bra. Might as well have the whole set, right?
So I say, forget it! I'll keep it!, snatch up my bag (okay actually I was quite nice - it wasn't her fault), and leave.
But then as I drove home I thought I should really call the manager. It's ridiculous. I was never told that I would not be able to return the purchase for real money. I bet the company's owned by a man.
Totally did not go as planned. It is pretty, though, isn't it?
*That word makes me skeeve.
02 November 2010
Mmmm
{}I’ve been subsisting on nothing but “fun-sized”* candies since Friday.
I’m pretty sure that’s exactly the opposite of what I’m supposed to be doing as a newly engaged woman.
No wonder I haven’t been hungry for any real food.
Mmmmmm, kit kats…..
I’m pretty sure that’s exactly the opposite of what I’m supposed to be doing as a newly engaged woman.
No wonder I haven’t been hungry for any real food.
Mmmmmm, kit kats…..
*Isn't this qualifier a bit unnecessary? Like there's a candy bar size that isn't fun?
27 October 2010
"I Toed You"
Toes, watch out.
In my crazed rush to get out of the house this morning - to make it to the office in time to ride with my boss to an off-site meeting that was apparently canceled(!) - I stubbed my second-to-last toe on the stainless steel benchy stooly thing that's been living in our kitchen* for the past few weeks.
I did my usual "ow" dance around the kitchen, called for the very much asleep Jeremy, and then took the time to look down. That little sucker was gushing blood! Okay, not gushing, but there was a large presence of blood for such a small toe.
I woke Jeremy up, turned on the light, and thrust my baby toe into his face. It took a while for his eyes to adjust, and then he told me he thought I cut it. That's when I started to get grossed out. It may be obvious to some that blood = cut, but not to me. I was just thinking I banged it up, that it was bruised, and that it was bleeding a little.
So I hastily rinsed it in the tub, dried it, put some Neosporin on it, and wrestled with a bandaid for a bit. Have you ever tried to put a bandaid on a baby middle toe? Not the easiest feet.**
I'd like to say it was the sole*** reason why I was late, but it wasn't. I called my mom a bit after, and she said exactly what I thought she would: "you need to slow down!", which is something she says a lot. And she's right. I just didn't want to hear it.
I'd rather assume it's just because I'm clumsy, not that I'm a sloth who has to sleep until the last half minute before work.
*It works great as a cutting board surface. Not.
**So not intended, until it was.
***Alright, now I need to stop.
19 October 2010
Blower
You know post #2 on the same day is never a good sign.
Now I'm pissed.
I'm sitting here enjoying a late afternoon snack - the notorious Famous Amos cookies - at my desk when my teammate, a woman, walks by. I don't notice her as she comes back and pokes her head around my cubicle. Granted, that's because I was digging through the crumbs to find the chocolate chips, but that's beside the point.
Here's how our conversation goes:
{Her} You know what's going to happen, right?
{Me} [Thinking she's alluding to work drama] No, what?
{Her} If you keep eating like that?
{Me} [Flabbergasted but trying to play it cool] Ha... What do you mean?
{Her} Well, I've seen you out here a few times, like one time you were eating a big box of those cheese crackers [Cheese-Its, HELLO]. Are you one of those people with one of those crazy metabolisms? Because one day, it's going to catch up to you.
{Me} Haven't you heard of a serving size before?
Damn. I already have insecurities about my weight because I've gained like 15 pounds in the past few months. I probably shouldn't be eating cookies, but I've never been that type to really restrict myself. Since J and I have finally finished with the bulk of the house work, we've been trying to eat a bit healthier, and I've already noticed the difference.
But what I really don't need is the THIRD coworker of mine approaching me about my weight and my eating habits. So not cool.
I think I might have to make a new category on the blog for asshole coworkers.
Now I'm pissed.
I'm sitting here enjoying a late afternoon snack - the notorious Famous Amos cookies - at my desk when my teammate, a woman, walks by. I don't notice her as she comes back and pokes her head around my cubicle. Granted, that's because I was digging through the crumbs to find the chocolate chips, but that's beside the point.
Here's how our conversation goes:
{Her} You know what's going to happen, right?
{Me} [Thinking she's alluding to work drama] No, what?
{Her} If you keep eating like that?
{Me} [Flabbergasted but trying to play it cool] Ha... What do you mean?
{Her} Well, I've seen you out here a few times, like one time you were eating a big box of those cheese crackers [Cheese-Its, HELLO]. Are you one of those people with one of those crazy metabolisms? Because one day, it's going to catch up to you.
{Me} Haven't you heard of a serving size before?
Damn. I already have insecurities about my weight because I've gained like 15 pounds in the past few months. I probably shouldn't be eating cookies, but I've never been that type to really restrict myself. Since J and I have finally finished with the bulk of the house work, we've been trying to eat a bit healthier, and I've already noticed the difference.
But what I really don't need is the THIRD coworker of mine approaching me about my weight and my eating habits. So not cool.
I think I might have to make a new category on the blog for asshole coworkers.
16 September 2010
10 September 2010
Cookie Monster
Mmmmmm cookies.
Stupid asshole at work yesterday was walking by my cubicle and saw my HUGE box of Famous Amos cookies sitting on my desk. What does he say? "So you're saying goodbye to being skinny, huh?"
Nice. Real nice.
My reply: "Actually, the box has 14 servings, which I plan to abide by."
Which, of course I don't. I just wanted to see how cost effective it was for me to buy the box versus the bags from the vending machines. And I remember quite easily taking note - because the number was so unexplainably high - that there's no way I'd make the box last through 14 sessions*.
Which is why I am currently stuffing my face with them as a lunch hor d'oeuvre.
Happy weekend and happy gouging!
*Yes, I called them sessions. Because they're blissfully enjoyable, just like the other sessions you're thinking of.
Stupid asshole at work yesterday was walking by my cubicle and saw my HUGE box of Famous Amos cookies sitting on my desk. What does he say? "So you're saying goodbye to being skinny, huh?"
Nice. Real nice.
My reply: "Actually, the box has 14 servings, which I plan to abide by."
Which, of course I don't. I just wanted to see how cost effective it was for me to buy the box versus the bags from the vending machines. And I remember quite easily taking note - because the number was so unexplainably high - that there's no way I'd make the box last through 14 sessions*.
Which is why I am currently stuffing my face with them as a lunch hor d'oeuvre.
Happy weekend and happy gouging!
*Yes, I called them sessions. Because they're blissfully enjoyable, just like the other sessions you're thinking of.
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