Archive | February, 2011

Keri Hilson, Fashion Week, Shoes

22 Feb

I have a few random things going on in my head.

Turtle and I are having a major fight.  We are now talking to each other again after all the drama of yelling, crying and screaming at one another.  I hope we get over this soon.  It is really emotionally draining.

I saw a video of Keri Hilson’s the way you love me single. Em.  Awkward.  One or two raunchy moves …. not bad ….but making me cringe for five minutes because your crotch is in my face?

My first thought was how they managed to get her lady part so well waxed and nice looking.  Hairy people like myself can only dream. Think the Amazonian jungle. I can’t remember the last time I wore a bikini.  I am always in a bikini top and shorts. Only permanent Laser hair removal can help me now.

Fashion Week was one huge doozie.  I know designers are uber creative and make wonderful thought provoking pieces that are honestly very wearable in this day and age where anything goes (thank Lady Gaga and Nicki Minaj).  But some looks were just mind blowing-ly ugly.  Just ugly.

I bought five pairs of shoes in one week/end.  I feel a tad guilty for the splurge but believe me when I say I needed new shoes. So I went to DSW and Marshalls and bought myself shoes – total overkill.  And no this is not an emotional response to my fight with Turtle.

Someone  *cough @verastic* was giving me grief because I bought all black shoes. In fact I quote: “… five pairs of black shoes? That’s worse than Omotola’s ‘high pitch’ singing voice.”

LMAO.

Now – I may not be a fashionista, in fact, I hate buying clothing that are part of a fad like jeggings because they will be obsolete in a year.  As a third world babe, I buy clothes that are timeless.  In fact I am still swooning over this vintage vest I found at a consignment shop…

As I was saying…I may not be a fashionista, I may not even know how to properly apply make-up (eyeliner scare the heck out of me…i keep thinking I will poke out my eye.  I only recently managed to learn how to put on lash liners without painting my entire eyelid)…

BUT!

I know shoes.  Especially everyday functional shoes.

In the words of my little sister, “you really know how to shop for shoes.”  Before I moved to Atlanta, I had almost 200 pairs but I sold most and donated the rest to the charity thrift stores.  I have not built up my shoe collection since then.  Partly because I have honestly been too busy focusing on my wardrobe – going from sub-zero state to somewhere north of Florida means a whole new wardrobe – which is costly.  No one ever tells you to budget for things like this when you move.

Please forgive the dated images below.  I was five yrs younger and 20 pounds lighter. I miss this pair … I lost it the very day I took this photo….

One of my favorites.  I donated this to charity….

Here are my personal rules to shoe-buying:

1) It must be comfortable.  This is perhaps the most difficult to accomplish because the best looking shoes are usually tough to walk in.  I love low inch heels and occasionally get a 5-1ncher for events that require that I am on my butt most of the time.

2) When in doubt, buy black or a mix of black/brown, black/tan, black/dark color or solid brown.  If you must buy in color, make sure you have at least two outfits that you can coordinate the shoe with.  I can’t tell you how many times I stare at a pair of shoes I just can’t wear because I have nothing to wear it with.

3) Avoid Mary Jane wannabes.  They are fugly. Unfortunately that is what has been in vogue for two years.

4) Every woman must have a pair of pumps. Period.

5) Shoes complete an outfit – not the purse – not the belt  – and not your necklace and earrings – SHOES.  Be careful when coordinating.  Color clashes are an eyesore. A red blouse would look amazing with red shoes or pink shoes.  Dear lord, do not wear a red blouse and then finish with light blue shoes or worse – green shoes.  I see fashionistas making this mistake and thinking, “am so avant guard.”  No, lady.  You just gave me the same type of headache I get from reading horrible subtitles.

6) Have heels of every height.  On days you may experience some lower back pain, wear your flats (see where black is good idea because the color is so versatile).  On days you wear work pant wear shoes no higher than three inches.  If possible – wear wedged heels.  If you are going on a date, break out your high heels  but put a back up pair of casuals in case you go dancing.

7) When looking for functional every day wearability, Anne Klein beats Manolo Blahnick.  If you are a fashion editor and spend hours on the red carpet, that is another story.

8 ) Just because a pair of shoes look good, does not mean it is a good idea to buy it.  Think clothes when you buy your shoes.  Trust me, you will save so much money because you start to buy shoes you actually wear not something that sits in your closet until the perfect outfit comes along.  Of my 200 pairs, I only wore maybe – 15 in a two-year period.

9) Summer shoes are a whole different ball game.  Remember to get a pedicure and if possible avoid the same color-clash wahala.  I hate seeing nails painted fuchsia  in brown peep toes.  Plus – this is a matter of preference but gladiator sandals must die.

So to *cough @verastic* maybe for your next birthday on January 14, I will give you a pair.  As long as my one3snapshot tee arrives safe and sound!

Another Food Friday!

18 Feb

Okay people…last week was one for firsts….

I made this Sausage, Sweet Potato and Kale soup, which I nicknamed The Great Depression Soup.  I got it off a weekly supermarket magazine, which is supposedly soup a lady’s grandmother made when things were tough.  It is really simple to make and with cheap ingredients.  The best part is that it actually fills you up – without making you too heavy. A good lunch or late night dinner.  All you need is the above mentioned ingredients and half a cup of oatmeal.

I made my very first roast chicken!  I got the glaze mix all ready:

Got my spices:

Got the chicken:

Massaged the chicken with oil and spices  (I gotta admit…massaging a dead chicken feels so weirdly necro):

And then viola!  A vegetarian’s nightmare:

Although it tasted really good, I’d say if you don’t have the time to be all Martha Stewart-ty just buy one at the grocery store.

I also tried this Mac and Cheese and Broccoli dish using shell pasta and cheeze its…

I melted the cheeze it and milk:

Mixed in the pasta and broccoli and placed in a dish topped off with shredded yellow cheese:

Baked and you have an awesome side for the chicken:

May your bellies be full this weekend!

Vals Day Rain Check? Really?

15 Feb

We just celebrated  another commercialized quasi-holiday where florists and candy makers are able to make enough money to buy a second home.

Turtle took me out for dinner on Sunday.  We went to a restaurant we had always wanted to check out and order baby back ribs.

“Let’s get dessert too,” he said.

“I don’t eat dessert, you know that.  Too many calories.”

“Let’s just get dessert.  We never get dessert.  Let’s make an exception,” he insisted.

We ordered dinner and then he said he forgot his wallet in the car.  My eyes followed him as he made a wrong turn to another side of the restaurant that was obviously not the main entrance.

I began to wonder if he was planning to put anything in the coconutter he wanted to order.  My mind suddenly went a little crazy.  My goodness, I thought…will he propose officially??????

He came back and sat down.  We ordered a pitcher of Yeungling. Soon dinner arrived.

Now- when it comes to ribs, I don’t play.  I eat with my hands and make sure there are no meat left on the bones.  In fact, I am so sloppy when it comes to ribs.  After he insisted on ordering dessert, I decided not to take chances.  If he was gonna propose, I did not want him to slip the ring on a finger slathered with bbq sauce.  So I used SILVERWARE to eat my baby backs.

“Why are you using silverware?” he asked.

“Oh nothing…just wanted to keep it clean today.”

We finished dinner.  Nothing.  Then he ordered dessert.  To go.

I won’t lie. I was a tad disappointed.  I never knew I would be one of those women who wanted to be surprised in the middle of dinner, screaming – and crying and then having everyone applaud when she says yes.  I shrugged it off….after all, he had shelled out almost 70 bucks for dinner – and I had a pretty good buzz from the yingi.

When we got home, I decided to give him a little Vals day treat and paraded around in a sexy little oufit.  And by outfit, I mean nothing but my underoo.

“Oooh,” he said, momentarily taking his eyes of the Assassin’s Creed Brotherhood video game he was playing.  “Can I take a rain check?  Say like in three hours?”

Are you kidding me?  I thought to myself.  I put on my PJs and went to bed.  If he woke me up, he was going to get kneed in the groin.

The next day – on Vals day – he sent me these:

And these:

Annoying one day, sweet as can be the next.

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