I will always remember the day Amy Winehouse died…because it was also my wedding day. So naturally, for our wedding anniversary date this year we went to see the new documentary about Amy’s life. What more appropriate way is there to celebrate the perfectly functional relationship between two mentally stable adults than to watch the life of a tragically talented addict unravel before your eyes? The answer: um, pretty much anything. Anything would have been more appropriate. But we’re weird (mentally stable, but weird) and we love Amy. She’s like the guardian angel of our marriage. It’s actually a really cool movie. I recommend it to any music fan. Just be warned that it will make you feel bad for all the times you called Amy Winehouse a hot mess.
Our anniversary was Thursday, so I wore most of this outfit to the office during the day, and I just threw this clutch inside my work bag, along with the statement necklace. Instant fancy.
Can I just tell you about my terrible morning earlier this week? I was all ready to walk out the door when I looked down and realized there was a stain on the bright blue pants I was wearing. Like, a pretty obvious one. Right above the knee. Not gonna lie, I very seriously considered going to work anyway and just hoping no one noticed. But I noticed, and I knew it would drive me crazy every time I looked down at my lap.
So I decided to at least take a shot at cleaning up my act. And by act I mean pants. I went to the bathroom and took soap and water to my leg, but of course then I just had a giant wet spot. So I grabbed the hair dryer. Yes, this story just gets classier and classier. I had used too much soap, so basically I made the whole situation worse. I probably could have gotten away with the original stain, but not when that stain had a big discolored soap circle around it. It was like a Venn diagram of shame.
I had no choice but to change my bottoms. I was so pissed that I just grabbed these jeans even though it was a Monday. They don’t really look like jeans so I figured I could pass for professional. It’s a good thing I’m not a courtroom lawyer. Can you imagine my opening statement? “OK, jury, my client is totally innocent but first let me tell you about my pants.”
The day after this dress came in the mail, I turned on the local news and the anchor was wearing it. That anchor is pregnant with twins. Let’s just say the dress was working hard. For the record, this is not a maternity dress, and the only twins in this belly are a bagel and a scoop of ice cream. I can’t afford to have real kids because I spend all my money at Ann Taylor.
*Bag purchased with gift card provided courtesy of Shopbop.
Any other childless people out there still go to see kids’ movies once in a while? The best plan is to go to a later show to avoid the target demographic. The wife and I went to see Inside Out over the weekend after spending many hours on unpacking and home improvement projects (note the paint on my hand). We even had cocktails at the theater, just to take full advantage of our childlessness. The movie was pretty good, but I don’t think it’s the best Pixar movie. Not even top 5, actually. Give me Finding Nemo or Monsters Inc. any day. Or any of the Toy Story movies. Or Up! I almost forgot about Up, but we used the main theme music from that movie in our wedding. And coincidentally, today is our 4th wedding anniversary. We plan on spending many more years together walking the fine line between kids and grownups. For those interested, you can see some wedding photos here.
No, you’re not going crazy. These are 2 very slightly different versions of the same outfit. The first one is what I wore to work on Friday. The second one is what I wore on Friday evening to go out to dinner and see a show. Now you might be thinking, “hmm, that’s odd for Sarah to switch to flats for a date night,” and you would be correct. I had planned on just swapping out my structured gray satchel for the leopard clutch to go from sassy lawyer to sassy date (the sass is non-negotiable). But when I got out of work, it was POURING. I’m talking cats and dogs, and probably some roosters and iguanas in there too. So I opted to leave on my commuting flats to make the maddest of mad dashes to and from my car. I actually still got multiple compliments on my outfit that night. I wanted to tell people to imagine it with silver stilettos and pink Ray Bans, but I opted for a “thank you” instead. But now that we’re on the subject, seriously…imagine it with silver stilettos and pink Ray Bans.
I participated in an Ambassador Activation on behalf of Influence Central for Gevalia Iced Coffee with Almond Milk. I received product samples to facilitate my review as well as a promotional item to thank me for my participation.
I should really take outfit photos while holding a drink more often, because about 80% of my waking hours I’m consuming either coffee, diet soda, or other substances I’m contractually forbidden from mentioning in this post. (I know I should drink more water, but I usually run out of space in my bladder with the other 3 first.)
The latest coffee product to hit my bloodstream is Gevalia Iced Coffee with Almond Milk. It’s pretty G.D. delicious. Full disclosure: I got to try this stuff for free. But you know me; I’m not going to sugar coat anything for you. Speaking of sugar, there’s a lot of it in this stuff, so it’s not really a replacement for your everyday cup of coffee. But the tradeoff is that it has 9 grams of protein (in the single-serve cartons), which makes a vegetarian like myself very happy. I’d say it’s more of a treat, like instead of hitting up the drive-thru for a latte at the end of a long week (where I’ll inevitably also get a piece of pound cake), I can just pour one of these over ice and it’s just as good, if not better. And even if I had paid for this one, it would’ve been a whopping 2 bucks.
I was a little skeptical of the almond milk because I once tried putting almond milk in my coffee instead of creamer and I was not a fan of the nutty taste. But I didn’t have that problem with the Gevalia Iced Coffee with Almond Milk (probably because of all the sugar). So far I’ve just tried the vanilla flavor, but it also comes in mocha and caramel. If you’re ready to jump on the almond milk bandwagon, you can find this stuff at Target or hit up the Gevalia website to find other stores near you. You serve it chilled, but I think it’s normally sitting on the regular coffee aisle. Here’s what the packaging looks like:
It also comes in bigger cartons which are allegedly for “sharing.” I have no comment on that. Now that you’re all jonesing for an iced coffee, my work here is done.
*Sweater and rings purchased with gift card provided courtesy of Shopbop.
These shoes make my feet look kinda funny but I simply do not care.
Did you guess what B.W.G. is yet? Black, white, and gray – duh. Wearing all black is for widows and New Yorkers. Black and white is for caterers and penguins (or catering penguins). Black, white, and gray? That’s for awesome people. Like me, apparently. I didn’t realize I was so in to this combo until I looked back at my archives. The proof, as they say, is in the pudding. I don’t actually know what that saying means…I think I’m just hungry. Point is: I’ve worn the notorious B.W.G. a lot recently, usually with a dash of color thrown in. You know what it’s time for now…
Hope your Friday is notoriously awesome.
*Blazer provided courtesy of H&M; necklace provided courtesy of Boohoo.
I always pick out my outfits the night before so I don’t have to take time in the morning when I’m not fully awake yet. On Monday night I picked something out and I knew I probably wouldn’t like it once I put it on Tuesday morning. I was right (as I am about most things). So I put this together from scratch in the morning and it actually didn’t take me too much effort, even pre-coffee.
“OK, Sarah, so you picked out clothes in the morning. Whoop-dee-doo.” But wait, it gets crazier. I wash my hair every other day, and I only wear it down if it’s freshly washed. But get this: I decided to wear my hair down even though I hadn’t washed it since the day before. I know. The Earth has flipped on its axis apparently. For someone so dedicated to her pre-bedtime and morning rituals, this was the equivalent of a pastor skipping church and going to a casino. Or Regina George joining the Mathletes. Pure madness.
Do you guys have these kinds of everyday habits that feel so strange when you break them? Or am I the only weirdo?
*Although Shopbop is a sponsor of my blog, I bought these shoes with my own money after I loved the first pair I got c/o!
What exactly is a “natural blond”? If it’s someone who had blond hair from birth to age 5, then I’m a natural blond. It’s just that at age 20coughcough, I need a little help correcting the mistakes that time has made with my body (hair color is the least of those mistakes but it’s the easiest to fix). I used to be really good about getting my highlights touched up every 6-8 weeks, but it’s been more than 3 whole months now. I’ve been telling myself that “ombre” hair is a thing now and I look totally fine and even hip, but looking at these photos, I’m starting to think I’m just fooling myself. People are going to think my reputable employer doesn’t pay their attorneys or that they work them so hard they don’t have time to get their hair done. I swear that’s not true. I’m just lazy. If you don’t see my hair returned to its “natural” state within the next 2 weeks, PLEASE call me out on it. Seriously.
My hope is that you were so distracted by my cute new wedges that you didn’t notice my roots. If that’s the case, forget everything I just said.
I posted an Instagram selfie (YES. I KNOW. SHUT UP.) in this hat when I wore it on Saturday with the caption “today felt like a Say Something Hat Day.” I’m so glad a couple people got my reference to To Wong Foo Thanks for Everything, Julie Newmar. I can be friends with those people. If you’re not one of those people, go watch this movie immediately. Stream it, download it, or if you want the authentic 1995 experience, rent it on VHS. Then we can be friends too.
Anyway, it did seem like a Say Something Hat Day on Saturday. I usually save my cute summer hats for when I’m doing something fun and summery outside, but I was flying solo for the weekend and I had a full day of errand running ahead of me. I just thought it would be more fun if I wore something cute, like a hat. And I was right.
Now everyone go and have a fabulous day, or I will strip you of your princess points.
*Shoes provided courtesy of Boohoo.