I am an avid hopper.

My fashion related blog is moving to Blogger.
.euphoria swarms in.
New layout, new style, new start.

Personal/musings blog link is found below this entry.

Packin’ Up & Movin’ All My Schtuff.

here.

Not so much fashion related, but then, when was I ever.
I will leave that to my Chictopia.
Please, still visit me, yes?!!

I am witty….
sometimes.

Dear Any Stores that I Go Into,

I want bronze jewelry now.
K? Thx.

On another note, on a trip to view the new magnificient triple size F21, I might have discovered that I am never shopping there again. The only good addition – actually displaying some of their amazingly cheap designer ripoff heels. Now, don’t get me wrong, I loved F21 as much as the next girl. Cheap, cute – I’m there.
First off – do not expand your store if you are going to fill it with the same unappealing shit. Please, utilize your space to actually accomplish something, such as – more designs, differing from the 20 racks surrounding it, show your jewelry/accessories/purses. You maybe had 3 display purses, meanwhile, the same ill-fitting strapless dress in 20 different colors.
Secondly – your return policy, and yes, I am aware of it, is infuriating whenever you go across the hall into Papaya, afterwards, and they have the exact same clothing, better quality, for almost the exact same price.
There is much more to rant about. How, when attempted to go into the changing rooms, there was no attendant, so figuring it was ’self-serve’, I go to walk in, and I get shouted at from across the store about how I have to wait for someone, and, then you take 10 minutes to get someone over there. 20+ girls trying to make purchases, got fed up and left, I stuck it out, but trying on clothes when you’re already frustrated does not make for plentiful, glorious purchases.
Lastly – my ‘leather’ sandals I bought from you a day ago? Strap broke. Awesome. Not even after an hour of wearing them in my office sitting at a desk. Great job.

Don’t Talk To Strangers

Don’t Talk To Strangers.
My Livejournal.

It’s random.

Moving

heels – thrifted, $2
dress – gift
top – H&M, $10
ribbon – gift

Exhausted…

Long conference in Tuscon, Arizona. Update soon, trying to recover from the countless layovers/bad weather.

In progress

I am making newspaper dresses for our conference in Arizona this weekend. The theme is about going green, and so everything should have been recycled/reusable. Our banner is composed of newspaper/soda tabs/grocery bags.
I will let you be one of the first to see whenever its finished, k?

However, if you don’t hear from me soon, I will be in Tuscon, Arizona
getting my conference on!

To Whom It May Concern,

I apologize for my absence, I meant to do a last minute post, but it was kind of a whirlwind day.

I drove to Wisconsin to help a friend move her things back.

& this is one of the first things that pops up when you type in Chetek, WI.

It was delightful.
Home of the best homemade root-beer.
I love it, and I hate root-beer.

Restart #2,907

Alright, so as my waistline has expanded back up from 132 to where it is now, I’ve noticed a few changes…

1. My self confidence has taken a nose dive.
2. I’m feeling under the weather more often.
3. My skin and hair’s condition has declined in quality.
4. I’m irritable, far more irritable.

So, here it is. I’m here during the summer with nothing to do, but class and work. During the nights, everyone is basically gone. I can’t afford fast food anymore. I can’t afford buying bigger jeans (No, matter how thrifted they are). I have access to very limited exercise equipment, but I do have access to it. I have a full kitchen that is at my disposal.

I can do this.

This is Day One.

I have an admission to make…

I have a fashion crush that is endless.

Cammila, I want your clothes.



Please, no restraining orders.