Category Archives: Personal

(Sunglasses: Ross-Fossil  Necklace: F21  Shirt: Target  Skirt: GAP  Shoes: HandMeDown-Topshop)

I love Craigslist. It is such an awesome tool to buy unique things at a discounted price, but also sell things that you are no longer using (to make cash and buy more unique things…duh…it’s the Circle of Life). I know that there are crazy people out there and scary stories associated with Craigslist, but so far I’ve been super happy with the awesome individuals I’ve met. It’s like speed dating with other used-treasure-loving-folks. 😉

(Hat: Goodwill  Shirt, Necklace & Shorts: Plato’s Closet  Watch: Nordstrom Rack-Kenneth Cole  Belt: Ann Taylor Loft  Shoes: HandMeDown-Top Shop)

When I was younger, I never hula hooped. I think I was too busy running and climbing things to stand in one place. It wasn’t until I was much older that I actually attempted to balance a hula hoop around my middle. And as easy as other people made it look, I could not get it to stay up for more than two spins. I was/am flabbergasted. I have birthing hips…a phrase lovingly coined by my mother to mean big hips. Shouldn’t big hips keep a hula hoop up without even trying?! I mean it’s like a built in cheat, but apparently it actually works against me to make me a hula hoop failure. I’ll keep trying, but I can almost guarantee that unless my hips go away (which is impossible unless I shave my bone down…ouch!), I won’t be winning any hula hooping contests at any point in my life.

(Necklace: Cookie Lee  Blazer: Plato’s Closet-Silence & Noise  Shirt: GAP  Skirt: Old Navy  Shoes: Plato’s Closet)

Last week I got the book “Divergent” and I couldn’t put it down. I love finding books like that. Ones that suck you in and you can’t get enough of them, so you just have to keep reading until they are over. But then you’re totally distraught that you’ve come to the end. Thankfully there is a second book “Insurgent” which I’m starting soon and then a third to be coming out in Fall. While I was reading it though, I was so addicted invested that I didn’t want to be bothered, which is kinda difficult when you live in a house with two preschool aged boys. I told my friend about this conundrum and she said, “Oh, we call those ‘Bad Mommy Books'”! Ha! I couldn’t have said it better myself. (Don’t worry, no children were harmed or ignored while I was reading.)