I haven’t been officially diagnosed or anything, but if constant goose bumps and an innate hatred for soup are any indication, then I’m allergic to cold temperatures for sure. Though WebMD doesn’t acknowledge the millions of us who suffer in silence, we’re here and we’re shivering — whether it’s winter or not.
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I spent much of the 6th grade listening to “The Temptations Greatest Hits” CD on my discman. After a long day of pre-biology and Girl Scout meetings, nothing eased my mind like roller blading around our cul-de-sac while listening to Otis and ‘nem croon. I probably watched their made-for-TV movie more times than the entire Beyhive watched the “Single Ladies” video.*
I knew which way David Ruffin cocked his head when he said this line and the exact moment he threw his hands in the air for that one, adding that special flare whenever I’d recite his impassioned monologues about leaving the group or being raised by a pimp. These performances were highly sought after for family functions and reunions.** I went around snatching broomsticks out of innocent people’s hands for years, staring them down while belting out, “I know you want to leave me, but I refuse to let you go-ohhh!” Continue reading
Want to know why my Tuesdays are Causal? Because Fridays are my Mondays and Wednesdays are my Saturdays. Reread that as many times as you need to.
I love my job more than most things. Want to know how I know? Because I spent 3-4 nights a week in a windowless basement editing my college newspaper throughout undergrad, and I celebrated Christmas Day at my desk for two years in a row now. That’s love.
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Casual Tuesdays could be the last anonymous place on the Internet you guys. I don’t require a zip code, two security questions and your mama’s maiden name to be featured on my site. I’m not going to tag your exact longitude and latitude or whatever it is Foursquare does; I’m not even going to ask for your name. I mean, look at the pictures. You barely need a face!
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Ashley is good at many things. She is good at writing and reporting, she is good at connecting with people, she is good at stanning for Beyonce and she is good at making an already cute outfit even cuter.
I was satisfied with just the pleated skirt and rich blue top, sealed together with the thin beige belt. But then she added another layer of blue that actually complimented, not clashed, with the first. Still, I wasn’t gonna say anything; just let her go on chatting about Bey tickets. But when that patterened coat came on, I squeled like Sasha Fierce herself had walked through the door.
What can I say? The girl is good.
I don’t live in a big place. The only door in my apartment is the one in front of the bathroom, and my closet sometimes feels as big as a high school locker. If it was just me living there, it wouldn’t be a problem. But no, it’s me, an army of purses, a gang of shoes and enough clothes to outfit a small town in Texas.
I promised myself that I’d donate everything that made me think, “I don’t remember ever wearing that.” Some small town in Texas would be very happy. But then I started pulling stuff out, like this black eyelet top and the random green pants, and just couldn’t do it. I suddenly needed them direly. My wardrobe would suddenly be lost without them. I would surely regret getting rid of them all the days of my life. I suddenly wasn’t so concerned about the excess of clothes bursting from every seam of my apartment. All I needed in this life of sin, was me and the things I thrifted.
There is no moral to this story. I might be hoarder. All I know is, I’m glad nobody in Texas is wearing my black eyelet top and random green pants.
If there’s one thing opposites are going to do, it’s attract. First peanut butter and jelly happened, then 50 Cent and Chelsea Handler were a thing, and now green and blue are in an outfit together, looking quite amazing.
I’m not usually a fan of the two colors together, but in this case I’m buying the album and getting an autograph. The same goes for the leather trim around the coat. Odd or not, the contrasting colors and fabrics in this outfit make for a cute couple.
