the camera is not my friend

Yesterday my company decided to have a happy hour. At 4pm. In the office. With vodka.

Is there any part of that sentence that doesn't sound awesome? I didn't think so.

But what that means is that there's no way today's work day can compare. Oh well, at least it's Friday, so it's got that going for it.

I can't get a good picture of my braid. It seems no matter what position I put my head in, it looks wonky. I also think that I'm one of those people who doesn't photograph very well because no matter what, I look awkward in photos. You'd think that after 2+ years of running this blog that I'd pick up a pointer or two, but neeeeyope. Then again, maybe I just look awkward all the time off-camera too? Oh dear.

dress, rachel by rachel roy
cardigan, j.crew
tights, merona
flats, urban outfitters
belt, f21
ring, f21
bangle, kate spade
spoon pin, gift from Tara B.

P.S. NOVICA giveaway. Enter. Now. Not a lot of entries. You know what that means? MORE OF A CHANCE FOR YOU TO WIN, BABY.

me no make words good

I was emailed last night by a reader who requested my take on the whole Anthroholic Personal Shopper fiasco. I'm sure everyone knows of what I speak by now. However, I honestly don't have much to say on the whole thing. I still don't know what to think about the entire ordeal because I'm not 100% up to speed on what exactly happened, and I never knew Kim personally, nor have I ever used her shopping service.[UPDATE: Please real JewishGirl's entry about this ordeal here. She sums it all up very nicely and objectively.]

I'm also not too good with words right now, which is weird, seeing as how I write and edit for a living. (But seriously, everything I'm typing about this at the moment is like HERP DERP DERP HERP DERP ME NO MAKE WORDS GOOD.) (Just riveting.)

All I know is that I love this blogging community, and I hate to see everyone so hurt and confused. So rather than speak about something on which I don't think I have enough basis to discuss fairly and intellectually (HERP DERP, remember?), I'll just carry on and do what I do, hoping at least some of you will smile at the sheer idiocy of what I post.

Like when I rediscovered the fun of a computer scanner last night and decided to scan one of my plush dolphins:

Teeeheheheheheehe. I'm pretty sure I'm 7.

And an outfit from a few days ago that I never got around to posting...

dress, rachel rachel roy

cardigan, j.crew
shoes, steve madden
bangle, kate spade
ring, f21

I couldn't pass up the incredibly crazy print on this dress. I'm still not sure what it is -- stamps? Postcards? Who knows!

Teeeehehehehehehehehehe...