Just another beautiful blogger!

Which came first? The model or the blog? It's honestly getting harder and harder to tell these days. I'm totally late to the party but a fun friend just introduced me to the exotic beauty that is fashiontoast.

Not only is this girl Blogger of the Year, she's going to hot fashion parties, has actual model representation and was sent free clothes* to be part of the new Rag and Bone ad campaign. Have you seen this ad spread yet? Basically they sent clothes to pretty people with blogs, aka "models," in the hopes that they would take cool pictures of themselves and give the brand more real world approachability.

Do companies like Rag and Bone think they're pulling one over on us? It's very clear that none of the people featured are "regular folks." R&B, I have news for you, just because the Toaster can pose with a cardigan on a counter or effortlessly done floppy felt hat, I'm not about to attempt either. Just look at her model-ish thighs, they are skinny enough to pull off anything!!!!

*Similarly yesterday at the Bagel Broker I was offered a free dessert. Of course this gratis gift was probably more related to the fact that I was the only non wig/hat wearing female in the place (take that Rag & Bone!!!), and less to do with my beauty or certainly my blog.

**Please also note that I am aware that eating at said establishment is probably not doing my thighs or potential modeling careers any favors... But after consuming that slutty chocolate strudel, I'm pretty ok with that.

It's Friday night, do you know where your brain is?

So you probably think that reading girly blogs is a fun, harmless way to waste a few hours at work. Just a little junk food for the brain, nothing more. Well I'm sorry to burst the beautiful bubble, but today I had a scary revaluation... America is no longer home of the free. Our brains are being taken over... one blog post at a time.

In the beginning I too thought this blog stuff was all fun and games. It's no secret that I've been ashamed of my daily unwashed hair/yoga pant daily dress code and after spending too many hours staring at pictures of cute outfits, I'd decided to amend my sloppy ways. I've become a big girl who gets dressed in real clothes before running out to do errands. Today I even managed an accessory. An accessory I thought I was wearing for me... Oh, how wrong I was.

So there I am, ridiculous chunky scarf tied around my neck, when I decide to stroll over to CVS to pick up a tube of the lipstick. Now sure, Sweatercups was wearing it yesterday but I've been coveting coral lips for a while, unsure of what colors are actually coral out of the tube. I was happy that someone had finally told me what color to buy and that it would only set me back a few bucks. Much to my chagrin, CVS was out of the glorious Blase Apricot! All the other colors were neatly stacked but there was no blasted Blase! Knowing that my east side CVS is never thoroughly stocked, I was disappointed but told myself to move on, I had grocery shopping to do.

Oh yeah, I should mention that I'm making soup tonight. Sweatercups endorsed soup to be exact. Now in my defense again, I had been on Martha Stewart yesterday debating soups and thinking about how good sausage and kale soup would be. But if I'm really going to be honest, my mind wasn't made up until Sweater's recommendation. Boy was I surprised when I got to the produce isle of Ralph's and saw the gaping hole where the kale used to be. It was just like the lipstick, the surrounding chard and collard greens were plentiful but the kale bin was bare. Friends, I have never seen this. There has always been kale at the Ralph's. There's no other answer...

Sweatercups is taking over my brain and maybe even yours. What's next our mother's? Our (unborn) children? The world.??!!

I'm serious.

But keep this on the DL. We don't want any more executives finding out about her powers. Not only did she make a Coach bag, get to see the BHDLN line before any of us; now she's trying to sell us Madewell too. Resistance is not futile. We cannot keep giving in!!!

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to make some graham crackers.. from scratch. Because they really are that much better.

Why wasn't I invited?

Have you ever logged onto Facebook and seen pictures of a bunch of your friends at a party you definitely weren't invited to and didn't even know about? Suddenly you're pouring over the images, obsessively tallying which of your acquaintances were there, what amazing outfits they were wearing and then coming up with terrible scenarios of why you weren't invited. Then the next time you see them you casually mention the party hoping for more details but they play it off like it was no big thing... even though you all know it was THE BEST PARTY of the year and it's super pathetic that you weren't invited.

Well that's exactly how I felt today when I logged onto the the blogs and saw that a whole slew of my daily reads were at an exclusive unveiling party for Anthropologie's new wedding line BHLDN. Not only are they cool girls, with cool clothes, great hair and the ability to create/eat an endless variety of cute snack foods, they also got to go to this super cool party thrown by every girl's favorite retailer!!!

They ate fancy lady desserts!


And drank champers with dresses!

And got a private runway show!


And were surrounded by these thingies!


I'm going to try to play it cool but I know it's going to be a little awk next time I leave a comment on their blogs.

Beautifully Depressed

I hate to admit it, but I was actually relived to read that even fashionistas sometimes "fall apart." They may be featured in Vogue but they have bad days just like me. Unfortunately, our similarities seem to end there. When Liz of Late Afternoon has a bad day she takes pictures around her apartment during "a lazy Sunday."

A chair covered in lace.

A stack of her favorite diversions.


Her beautiful tousled mane.


Ummm, I wasn't depressed until I started looking at her gorgeous images. How can her life be so bad when she can call other fabulously dressed friends on her pretty, vintage telephone? Not even on my brightest Sunday has my world ever looked so lux. Trying to prove myself wrong I decided to try to copy her images. Here's what "falling apart" looks like in my apartment.

A chair covered in lace.


A stack of my favorite diversions.


My beautiful tousled mane


Maybe we're not so different after all.