I woke up early this morning for the sole purpose of working out before work. Mind you, I only had my alarm set for half an hour earlier and finally dragged myself out of bed about 15 minutes earlier than I normally do. BUT I still did it, and I feel pretty damn good about it. Will I continue to do it in the future? Who knows. Did I only do it because I was in a FitBit challenge? Could be. Did I do it so I could justify eating a huge omelette for breakfast? ENOUGH WITH THE QUESTIONS!
In the midst of my hardcore workout of walking dreamily on the treadmill, I started thinking how everyone else in the fitness center seems to have what I refer to as “adult” gym clothes. You know – the fitted Under Armour shirts and the fun-patterned pants, all color coordinated together in a put-together gym outfit. Is this gym etiquette now? Do I have to buy clothes specifically for working out? I can barely dress myself for day-to-day wear, much less purchase and coordinate an outfit in which I will sweat profusely.
Who doesn’t like David Bowie? I mean, how could you not? There are all of Bowie’s characters to choose from – Ziggy, Aladdin Sane, the Thin White Duke, etc. – not to mention Bowie himself, a creative, courageous, and unique human being Starman.
As I sit here watching Labyrinth, dried tears on my face, I feel incredibly sad. I may sound like an overly-dramatic teenager, crying about someone leaving/joining/tearing apart One Direction, but I don’t care. I feel like I’ve lost a friend? kind of? but different, but I don’t know how to explain it. Although he created most of his pieces about other words and space creatures, I feel connected to a lot of his lyrics and characters.
First of all: blog post title or title of a historical novel?
We went to New Orleans a couple months ago (yes I know, I’m the worst at blogging) and as usual, it did not disappoint. We locked down a MUTHA-EFFIN’ wedding venue!! The MUTHA-EFFIN’ was definitely necessary in the previous sentence as it conveys how pumped I am about the location. Let’s recap, shall we?
I am definitely not the most stylish person you will ever meet. I buy a lot of my clothes at secondhand stores and I hate paying more than I have to for necessities (Clearance Rack Diva is a cool nickname I just came up with for myself). Therefore, I’m either scrounging Goodwill for hours looking for unique items (which I rarely do since I’m very impatient), or I’m jazzing up cheap basics with trim n’ stuff. I present to you:
Sammerz DIY: Closet Edition
A few months ago, I used trim to take two items from basic to fairly-basic-but-with-a-little-something-extra. I found both the gray crop top and the black bell-sleeved shirt at Forever 21 and picked up some fringe trim and pom trim at Joann Fabrics (links are to similar products; you can purchase the trims by-the-yard when you shop in-store).
Milwaukee to San Francisco. San Francisco to Big Sur. Big Sur to Santa Clara. Santa Clara to San Francisco. San Francisco to Milwaukee. All in just eight days. Visiting each of those respective cities is exciting on its own, but we explored beyond each city and had many unforgettable adventures. Just take a look at these gems:
Can I sufficiently summarize our trip? No. Will I try? Sure.
This is the song I am referring to in the title of this post:
Just like Stevie can’t wait for … more hairspray? another shawl? more coke? (Yea, I NAILED that subtle drug joke), I can’t wait to go to California in just 56 days. Fifty-six days, ya’ll! To say I am excited would be a sick understatement, and I don’t mean sick in the good way. I mean, check out this awesome cabin we booked.
I have been 25 for almost three weeks and we are 15 days into the new year, so what better time than to review my 2014 and 24th year of life? No time like the present, amirite?! Here are my favorite moments from the past year, in no particular order, and very much summarized because I am feeling sleepy zzzzz