Well, it took her long enough.

Readers, today we have a very special blogging surprise: Libby finally made the 45 minute trek out to Anna's house to visit and, of course, pose together for blog pictures!

Look at this leaf in the foreground with a stylish Libby in the background. She's gazing off into the distance thinking about how good that picture of the leaf is. No, seriously, look at it, she's demanding it. And you don't want to mess with someone who takes artsy pictures that play with ideas of perspective and distance.
Moving on, let's focus on Libby's outfit and her typical kind of pictures:
Libby making a goofy face: I think the question she's asking is, Where am I? I'm hiding so well in the flowers! Or maybe it is, Why did I just take that artsy picture?
Pay close attention to Libby's shoes because I think they are extra pretty. Also, she's distracted with talking to Karen right now, and I don't have a lot to say about her outfit, besides the fact that she got her shorts on the cheap and they are lovely. Oh yes! The back:
It's a key-hole and -- I don't want to say anything -- but maybe a little bit scandalous.
Don't worry! Libby still took a picture looking down at her shoes with her hair in her face. Some things never change.

Shirt: AE

Shorts: BCBG Outlets

Shoes: Sam Edelman

Speaking of scandalous, please ignore that face I'm making, it's actually a little embarrassing. Anyway, onto my outfit -- since, you know, I'm clearly the dedicated blogger, one not distracted by talking to my mom about babies or weddings or something else inconsequential. It's finally cold enough to wear some tights -- Thanks, Hurricane Earl! I took advantage of the weather by pairing a bright color with my polka dot dressing, something I've been waiting to do since the hemming.
I added my new black-and-white striped sweater because, hey, everyone knows I love a mixed pattern.
And, of course, I wore my tights with open-toed shoes. And I loved it.
Dress: Thrifted, St. Mary's Hospital Thrift Store, Hemmed by Mom

Sweater: Gabe's

Tights: Hue, Macy's

Shoes: Payless

You can look forward to the next time we're photographed together which will probably be in 2012, or maybe -- just maybe -- at my upcoming themed birthday party. Party like it's 1925! xoxo Anna Rae

...oh, and that Libby girl. What does she say? Something stupid like "Until tomorrow"? Yes, that's it.

Hmm, this looks familiar...

I know people. It's only the third day back of me posting and it's already becoming redundant. Shirt? Check (Let's hope, right?!) Skirt? Check. Sitting higher on my waist? Check. Wedge shoes? Check. Toilet Paper on the floor? Check. Anyways, another day, another outfit. Wait. That's a lie. This was the same day I took all of those other outfit post pictures! Sooo, same day the other day, another outfit is more fitting. I digress. As usual. So, oh shoot. Where was I?
I guess what I'm trying to say is that when I find a silhouette that works I stick with it. And it's been hot out lately so skirts are a must. Sometimes in the muggy weather if I even think about jeans I start to sweat, once again proving the necessity of pinning my bangs back.
These outfits may seem simple, but I really do love them. I like being able to throw on 1 or 2 pieces and peace on out of the house! And to be able to do that and achieve a summery look...BONUS!

Until tomorrow. Libby

Shoes and Top: Old Navy

Skirt: Gap

Toilet Paper: Charmin

I found a Dollar, I found a Dollar, I found a Dollar hey, hey, hey, hey!

Oh hi. Remember me? No? I don't blame you because there are so many new followers here that I don't know any of you either! Well a quick introduction: I used to post on this blog (mostly) everyday. Then, back in April I quit my job and stopped dressing nicely. Well now I've starting feeling guilty and decided to post again. And if you're new here, me showing my face is a big deal. A very big deal indeed. Don't believe me? Go back awhile (okay, a couple of months) and see if you can find my face in more than a handful of posts.
So here's a little secret. It was gross out today so I took these next few post's pictures all today. I've worn the outfits to school recently, so it's really not technically cheating, right? RIGHT? Listen, don't give me attitude, ya'll..be glad I'm actually posting.
So the whole title of this post revolves around the idea that when I went to pose and strategically placed my hands in my pockets, I FOUND A DOLLAR! That may not seem like much to most people, but like I said numerous times before, I'm unemployed. Blah blah blah, I know, but hey, it's the little things in life.

Last time I wore this skirt, I paired it with a white collared shirt and gray shoes. This time it was too hot to wear any sort of sleeve, so it was this black number because my white one was dirty and yellow shoes just make me smile. See, my outfit decisions and descriptions are much simpler and less fashion-oriented than Annies...my outfits are basically based on what is currently in the laundry!

Until tomorrow (and this time I can say that and mean it because, like I said, I took a bunch of posts today so you're guaranteed another one. Also, I need help deciding on if an outfit is appropriate or not for a wedding I'm supposed to go to in August. Ulterior motives? Yes and yes...I got no shame!)...Libby

Shoes: Old Navy

Skirt: H&M

Top: Gap

Necklace: Amanda McCarthy Designs

Remember Me?

Oh hai...I know it seems that I apologize alot for not posting often, but this last stretch of time in between has been too long. Then again, who am I kidding? You probably haven't even noticed I've been gone.
But I've been doing things...honest. Don't believe me? Well, pfft, I'll show you. I've been busy finishing a year of grad school, reading books for fun, bbq'ing, becoming an aunt (she's precious and so well dressed already...believe me, her duck onesie is too cute for words), mourning the loss of the Penguins (Which, by the way, Canadians, I'm not very happy with you and your Habs....), and trying to throw my support towards the Pirates (before you get mad, I know Jason Bay isn't a Pirate anymore, but how could I pass that link up? Srsly!) Listen, liking the Pirates is a lot harder than you all think and takes a lot of time. For reals!

So tonight was my cousin's birthday - she's turning 40! - and so we celebrated with a little party. I love parties because they provide a lot of good food and this one did not disappoint. Why is it that hamburger sliders are so much better than regular sized hamburgers? I think that's an unsolvable question like what the hell happened to Lindsay Lohan and why is Ke$ha popular?

This time around I really am going to try to make a more conscious effort to post more - I'm just so forgetful with a camera. And I'm not making any promises because well, I promised last time that I would post more and here we are, about 5,873 days later with a post at last. And besides, you guys couldn't possibly have missed my ramblings that have everything to do with nothing about fashion.

Until tomorrow (next time). Libby

Dress: Target
Shoes: Old Navy

Facial Expression: Unimpressed with Something

Flashback Friday: Venus Girl Trap...Jealous?

So because I already had a flashback episode this week, I really had to bring out a goodie with today's Flashback Friday. This, my friends, is my 7th grade school picture. Woof!

There are just so many things wrong with this picture. First of all, let's start with the least offensive aspect: my shirt color. 7th grade Libby, 7th grade Libby, 7th grade Libby, please don't wear this color green. It makes you look pukey and jaundiced. It's just unfortunate looking all around.

Next, why did I think it was a good idea to wear a shirt for a school picture that contains the saying "Venus Girl Trap"? It was from PacSun - I distinctly remember because I went through a phase where I would wear nothing but PacSun clothing and my mom hated it...it's pretty obvious why after looking at this picture. And it's so unfortunate that this is the mental image I have of PacSun even today because I've looked at other blogs and PacSun is carrying some cute things! Darn my 7th grade style.

Now let's move onto the hair...oh the hair! It's so.frizzy.! I clearly tried to hot roll fabulous curls in order to impress some boy or another, but let's face it, (and pardon the pun) it fell flat. You know what didn't fall flat, though? My eyebrows. Holy cow those things look bushy enough to be 3D! Wow, you don't even need those fancy glasses, my eyebrows jump out of the computer screen on their own. I won't complain too much, though; we saw from my 8th grade Mathlete photo how thin my eyebrows get and that really isn't a good thing, either.

And, I also vividly remember that headband. Did you all wear those metal headbands with the little teeth that would dig into your scalp and hurt so badly and not even do anything special enough to withstand the pain? Ohh, memories. Did you guys do anything in the name of fashion that now when you look back on it was either A) Painful B) Extra ridiculous looking (It's okay, everyone was wearing acid wash jeans) or C) Just plain Laughable??

I will also only spend a minute on my bad teeth - I begged for braces because of how much I hated my gapped teeth. I was so embarrassed - teeth are very important to me. Finally, in 9th grade I got my wish, and braces. Phew. (No joke, that image that I just linked would totally be me presently if I had to get braces...sweater vest, argyle, bangs and all).

Isn't it funny though? How willing I am to share these hideous pictures of my face yet feel so uncomfortable now? Maybe I'll start posting some pics of my face currently, school picture style followed by my outfit for the day. Yeah, maybe that way I'll get over my awkwardness. At least nothing can be worse than this...right?

It's not Friday, but let us Flashback anyways....

How cute am I? Srsly, I'm freaking adorable. And stylish. And cocking my head like a dog that just doesn't quite understand. "Here Libby. Libby! Look here. Okay, now sit. Siiiit. Libby! Sit. Okay, now smile. Yes. Good girl." Yup, just like a dog. But really, nautical is so in right now and I'm so glad my style transcends the ages.

So this is my kindergarten school picture - I was 5. My bob is, well, bowl-cut-like, right? I mean, I know I went to Studio 30 and got this cut intentionally. I mean, my hair was LONG and I remember going to my hairdresser, (shoot, what was her name? I loved her. Mom, a little help here, please) and asking for this cut. My "bangs" are just so short.

Also, I remember this outfit and loving it. It was a one piece dress - so comfortable. And apparently I was a little brat and insisted that I would not wear pants - only dresses. My mom does a classic impression of when we would go shopping and I would be all hand on hip, "Mummy, I will not wear pants, only dresses!" Ugh, I would've left me in the store. Or been all "Libby, stay. Staaaaaay. Okay, heel. Now try on these pants. Libby! Put on these pants. Now. [Cue head cock]. Gooood girl."

Funny story. When I was younger, my hair was pretty blonde. While sitting in church my mom asked (rhetorically, I suppose, but I answered anyways because at the age of around 5, who even understands the meaning of rhetorically?) where my blonde hair came from? Well my dad's mom, Granny, had blonde hair, so I said "Granny." Apparently that was the funniest thing ever because my Granny did not come by her blonde hair naturally. How scandalous! (If my mom wanted a good answer, maybe she shouldn't have asked a 5 year old, all the while distracting precious little me during church of all places.) Tsk tsk, mother. :)

One last thing - let us notice how my lips have not grown since that age of 5 - try putting chapstick on when even blistex is too wide. Or try losing sight of your top lip when you smile or close your mouth. Actually, now that I look at it, I think my lips may have shrunk. Awesome. Maybe you would notice, too, if I ever dared to show my face on this site....don't hold your breath, readers. It's not happening anytime soon.

Until tomorrow. Libby

Dress: Somewhere cute, obviously.

What did one rabbit say to the other rabbit?....

Happy Easter blog readers! I hope that the Bunny treated you well. I had a very nice day with family and friend's family. Who is this so called friend you ask? Well surprise everyone - Anna and I finally together!!

Today I started out with church - a little too early, a little too crowded but not too long, which was good. After that I looked through my (outdated) Easter basket (hint hint Mom, I want a cute one from Walmart next year like you got Amanda last year. But alas, that detail will be overlooked because I'll be bumped to the bottom of the totem pole once my neice arrives..."Oh but it's her first Easter, Libby! She needs a cuter basket more than you do!" I can hear my mother now...All Baby, all the time. Hehe) But anywho, my basket's contents was a success.

Then came dinner with my family - gnocchis, meatballs, ham and potato salad. Oh! And pickled eggs. I like pickled eggs and beets, mmm, so good. I enlightened all of my family with stories of Jenkem and other miscellaneous drug/alcohol habits that kids are doing these days. Have you all looked up jenkem yet, by the way? Srsly, do it. But not you young readers of course - Julie, I'm talking to you. But of course the conversation revolved around jenkem and other inappropriate topics - it wouldn't be a family dinner otherwise.

After that, I went to Anna's grandma's house where I was met with warm embraces...and Nick, her brother. "Libby, turn around and go home, there's the door." Oh I missed that Nicholas...NOT. Later, he hit me with a child's bat - watch out, Emily, I think he has anger problems. The rest of her family was hilarious and entertaining and fun as always. They fed me more food than I thought was possible and told me I looked like a flight attendant. (But a pretty flight attendant, right?) Srsly, though, I realized I kind of did. Awkward.

Also, they made me realize I need a boyfriend. This whole two dinners thing that I experienced today was A.MA.ZING. I'll use my future (imaginary) boyfriend's family for holiday dinners and desserts. This sounds full (fool) proof! But I did get an open invitation from the wonderful Aunt Donna to all holiday dinners, so get ready to compete, boys, and bring your dinner A game to lure me away from the Sarneso's.

I guess I'll talk about my outfit now - I'm obsessed with the ruffles on the back of the skirt. It's such a cute detail and very Peter Cottontail-y so how could I not wear this for Easter? Anna really seems to like the buckle on my shirt - I thought it was pretty insignificant, but I'll mention it anways. And our pictures are supposed to be corny, okay? But can we just quickly note how much I look like a giantess in the 1st and 4th pictures? Srsly, rough. And like Anna, I'm using my parent's computer, so I didn't understand how to order them - it's kind of backwards. And that mystery girl in some of the pictures? That's Anna's cousin, Julie. She's pretty cool and will someday be my cousin-in-law...after all, I'm marrying Anna's cousin, Andrew. He just doesn't know it yet.

So all, have a wonderful Easter and look forward to another joint post in June when Anna travels back to the States.

Until tomorrow. Libby

Shoes: Old Navy

Skirt: Anthropologie

Top: Express

Belt: Nordstrom

Necklace: Amanda McCarthy Designs

Sunglasses: Gifted from roommates

Baby Showers bring May Babies

A little back story before a different story. I'm full of stories. (My family would say I'm full of something else, but tough. They don't write this blog, I do.) So the other day I was going through the different fashion blogs I follow and checked out Jessica from What I Wore. Let us check out What I Found...Besides shock, I found basically the same.exact.outfit that I had planned to wear for my sister-in-law's Baby Shower today. How.Awkward. But then, Jessica's post two days later addressed my situation/feelings perfectly! It was not awkward that I planned on wearing something almost identical; as Annie reassured me, the outfit is totally adorable. I cannot wait to thank her for the support by faithfully reenacting "The Sound of Music," dog whistle and all.
Back to the present story. I love Love LOVE this skirt. The silhouette is totally 50s housewife (!!!) and Amanda, my sister-in-law, said that it looked like I should be pushing a vacuum around - hehe. I said I should also be cooking dinner (yeah, right, I don't cook - that's what my mother is for) and tending to the (non-existent) children. I love me some cinched waists. But srsly, I'm obsessed with this skirt and can't wait to style it with a more daring shirt or something and wear it to a picnic (who am I kidding, I've never gone on a picnic) or just to walk around in the summer.
So, like I said, it was my sister-in-law's baby shower today and let-me-to-you, this little girl is going to be adorable and spoiled and precious. She got so many cute outfits and the cutest little 2-piece bathing suit from Amanda's sister, Kim. Needless to say, my brother Michael is none too pleased with her. I swear, he's going to make Baby wear a turtleneck to the beach. Aaaaand, I'm totally stealing the baby when she's born and holding fashion shows when I go down to visit and convince Amanda to take a nap. An outfit a minute. Yep, that's my goal.
I also wore my lovely necklace that Amanda designed and while I technically like Jessica's shoes more than mine with the outfit, I like my necklace more. What do you guys think? And even though this picture is a little blurry at the top, I just liked the angle. And thanks to my mom - she did her best helping me to take my pics today :).

Shoes: Old Navy

Skirt: H & M

Top: Express

Necklace: Amanda McCarthy Designs

OH!!! And (one of) the best part(s) about this skirt - POCKETS. Perfection.

Chocolate Chip Pancakes.

Let us first discuss how INCREDIBLY awkward I find it to take pictures of my face. I know it's like beating a dead horse, but really, it's just so much easier to post pictures of the rest of my body, because let's face (ha) the facts and realize that we're posting our clothes on this site. So really, it's no big loss for you. Maybe someday you'll see a clear picture of my face. Maybe. If you're lucky. Or, when Anna and I are in the same country sometime soon, we'll take a picture together and I'll feel much less doofy.
So this morning I met my friend Meg (she's adorable. Her style is so preppy and polished (in the best way!) and it's just so effortless!) for breakfast at a local establishment called The Dor-Stop. If you're from around Pittsburgh and you haven't eaten there, please do. I don't even like pancakes but their chocolate chip pancakes were a.ma.zing. They were just the right amount of cakey, yet still fluffy. Perfection. Mmm, my mouth is watering just blogging about them. (Hello, Pavlov, you're salivating dogs (Libby) are calling and they want their dignity back.) The Dor-Stop was featured on Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives, so it's totally legit.

Now, moving on, you can all probably tell that Anna is much more into fashion than I am by reading our posts. I tell stories about pancakes, she talks about the placement of belts. The bottom line is, if I like it I wear it. I was tempted to wear another belt today actually, but then thought I would give you guys a break. I can't bore you in the first week, now can I? I included the picture above so that you could make sure that I still had feet and wore shoes. It bothers me if you don't know what shoes I'm wearing because I could totally be cheating and wearing slippers and you guys would never know! (Note to self: Wear slippers someday and just don't post any pictures from the knee down. Yes, that's a perfect plan. Nobody will know.)
Along with what Anna said in a previous post, at the risk of sounding like I'm bragging, I'm in love with my bag. That's why I wanted to get a close up of it. I got it when I was studying in Italy but I'm only mentioning this because of how good of a deal it was. This bag cost 10 euro in Florence - when I studied there, that was like the equivalent of $12.50. $12.50! Insane! And it's so versatile. I guess the one other aspect of my outfit I'd like to mention (oh! quick tangent. This is my black blazer which is identical to the gray one I wore the other day. I told you all I'd be posting it sometime soon!) but I like to call these my diaper shorts. They're bunched at the top, but fit more nicely than real diapers do I guess. (I'm not for certain about the fit of diapers, but I guess I'll find out in May when my little niece is born and comes out ready to have her diaper changed and demanding pretty shoes to wear. Of course I'll spoil her and fulfill both requests.)

Other than that, I like my outfit. A creepy guy at the ATM complimented me on it, so if that doesn't solidify my fashion awesomeness today, I don't know what does. Unless Auntie Donna complains about my blue tights like she did with Anna....

Until Tomorrow. Libby

Shoes: Madden Girl

Tights: Gap

Shorts: BCBG

Shirt: Old Navy

Blazer: Gap

Ring: Aerie

Bag: Random Leather Market (Florence, Italy)

Outside Schmoutside

So Anna is all high on the outdoors, but guess what? It doesn't always cooperate. Sure, it was in the 60s today, and sure it was sunny, but of course as soon as I got home the sun disappeared and the gray skies reigned (rained possibly) supreme. Well I'm over you dark, and I'm kind of excited for daylight savings time this weekend because I need sunlight longer. Doesn't Mother Nature realize that I need light for my pictures? Doesn't she?? However, in the picture above, I am talking to the neighbors dog who decided to make an appearance. Boswell (or TRex, I'm not sure which one was outside, they're nearly identical) is super cute and chubby so of course I had to smile - even though he messed up my serious face. It's nice the weather is no longer limiting so that those dogs will roam outside more often.

Oh geez, moving on, tangents (like run-on sentences) make.me.tired. And after a long day at work, it's easy to make cute little ol' me tired. Well moving on to my outfit, I liked it a lot more in person. Three people complimented me on it, so I took that as a good sign.

Like I said yesterday, I'm usually dull with colors, except for that one piece of color that adds a POP! Today, if you can't already tell, (I really do give you all a lot more credit to pick out the POP! of color in my outfit, but the picture is grainy and saturated (or is it unsaturated?) and so I'll just spell it out for ya) my pink sweater is the pop of color. I got the polka dot sweater (dress apparently, at least according to ModCloth, but really, who are they kidding? I went up a size and this puppy still hardly covers my ample bootay) and I really like it because it reminds me of oreos.

This is not to be confused with Oreo, Anna's deceased cat who bit my ankle once when we were younger. Oh, but don't worry faithful blog readers, Oreo was "just hungry and wanted something to eat" (according to Anna and her mom). So that all sounds fine and dandy, except that apparently Oreo was some kind of cannibal cat and wanted to feast on HUMAN FLESH. No thanks, Oreo, I like my ankles just fine.

But since this is super long and tangent-y, I'll wrap it up. Overall, I liked this outfit. Spring is just around the corner, and I think my pink sweater accomplished that feeling quite well. And if you don't enjoy my side stories and crazy explanations and tangents, I'm sorry, they're here to stay...like Spring. P.S. Notice how quick of a study Anna is today - her picture is so effortless and cool...unlike my grainy ones. Woof.

Until tomorrow. Libby

Shoes: Madden Girl

Jeans: Express

Pink Sweater: Express

Polka Dot Sweater(Dress): ModCloth

Awkwardness at its Finest

Can we just blog for a minute about how freakin' awkward it is to take pictures of/by yourself?! I love to take pictures with friends or family, heck I'll even pose with a stranger, but ask me to pose by myself and I feel like a complete doof. Anyways, perhaps through time it will get less awkward. I hope. And p.s. can we note the (finally!) melting snow? Pittsburgh was buried with about 2 feet a couple of weeks ago and you can now see some of the ground. Phew.

So today I met my parents at the Strip District. I love the Strip District - All sorts of fun food is found there. Also, the Deli Man at the one shop is in love with me - we kind of (definitely) flirt all.the.time because well, I'm a grad student and it doesn't hurt to get the imported lunch meat for the domestic price. Then again, who am I kidding? The main reason I go there with my parents is that they buy the stuff for me so I guess my irresistible charm works out for them, too.

Side note, one time the Man Behind the Counter told me that while he didn't have an M.D., he was a D.M....Deli Man. I laughed, he gave me free samples of salami and it all worked out swimmingly. He's like 60, give him a break.
Back to my outfit I guess. So it's still a little chilly here in Pittsburgh so I went to my go-to blazer from The Gap. (I bought the black one, too...you'll probably (most definitely) see it sometime soon). It's sweatshirt material which means it's oh-so-comfy, yet polished looking. I added the belt to define some sort of waist. I love this hat from American Eagle to add a pop of color - You'll learn that I'm usually not as bold with my color choices as I was yesterday and that I tend to wear more muted things on most days. I'm not very adventurous.

I'm obsessed with my necklace. And while some of the more investigative blog readers will cry "NEPOTISM!" I will just be upfront and say that, yes, my sister-in-law is the designer of these fine pieces. Wait. Did we mention our last names on this blog? No? Oh well, I'm not above a shameless promotion for her. In fact, you'll see me wear a few of her pieces so get used to 'em! Check out her website - the jewelry's super cute and my soon-to-be niece needs a college education...or if I have my way, lots of cute shoes.

Until tomorrow. Libby

Hat and Ring: American Eagle (side note: The hat was $4!!! I LOVE sales!)

Shirt and Blazer: Gap

Jeans: Express

Shoes: Steve Madden

Belt: Nordstrom

Necklace: Amanda McCarthy Designs

Sunglasses: Nine West

Roses are Red, Violets are Blue...

If you don't like my yellow tights/

Then stop reading our blog.

Okay, I'm usually much more creative than that with poems. Honest. But my brain is mush. I have a midterm today on writing everything I possibly know about Viktor Frankl (b. 1905; d. 1997; Was a guest professor at Duquesne. Woop Woop). Also, that presentation Anna mentioned is today, as well: Analyzing the Transition of Adolescence Through Adulthood Cross-Culturally with a Focus on Education and Vocational Development. HEY! Yeah, you, blog reader. Wake up! The topic isn't that boring... At least stay awake long enough to look at my outfit, k?

So are you all at least slightly relieved that my appearance has changed since 8th grade? Wouldn't you all have just died a little bit if I was wearing cargo pants?! Even my coworker made fun of my cargo pants yesterday: "What year was this? 2000? Yeah, cargo pants had been out of style in New York for about 2 years by then." Well they were totally hitting their prime in Derry, Pennsylvania, thankyouverymuch. But let us not dwell on the (unfortunate looking) past.

So, here is my outfit. Ta.Da. Thanks to Jocelyn for letting me borrow her mom's super cool vintage Gucci sunglasses. And believe me, I needed them - holy color explosion with my outfit today, right? Anna was shocked at my decision to wear tights with open toed booties. She said it was daring and well, quite frankly, that scared me a little because if Anna thinks it's daring, then it must be. She still wears her Middle School Drama Club Cinderella shirt and if that's not daring, I don't know what is. I can't wait to see her outfit and how differently we dressed today even though our tights, well, bound us. Lame integration of our site's name? Aw come on! Give me a break.

Ohh, is that Victoria Beckham I see? Oh, false alarm. But my my, that whole "Oh yes, I'm-putting-this-piece-of-hair-conveniently-behind-my-ear-EVERY TIME-you-take-a-picture-of-me pose" sure does work to slim the body. Okay, phew, I'm exhausted. Run on sentences take a lot of of a girl.

Now, I'm off to midterm, present and most likely get awkwardly stared at because nobody on Duquesne's campus wears yellow tights. Pearl necklaces? Yes. Impractical stilettos? Yes. (Mine are super comfy, okay?) Looks of judgment and superiority? Yes and Yes.

10-4. Libby

Shoes: Madden Girl

Tights: Gap

Skirt: Modcloth

Shirt: Christmas Present

Sweater: Very old

Sunglasses: Vintage Gucci

Flashback Friday!!

WHOA! Hold the phone, what the hell are we looking at above here? Please, just bear with me if you can and we'll get to it. Whether you like it or not. Promise.

Anyways, who is super excited that it's Friday?? I am! I am! I am super excited for many reasons.

1. You all get to have a sneak preview of me from this awesome picture from 8th grade. I know, I'm sure you're all saying, well if this is the sneak preview, I'm not willing to give up my time and subscribe to this blog because I've seen the future, and it's not looking good. Well friends, trust me, I have gotten slightly better looking (Well, let's hope, right?). Also, my sense of fashion has matured and evolved (Once, again, let's hope).

And finally 2. I'm dog sitting the adorable Ruby this weekend. She's super cute and rambunctious.

So, let's move on to the today's picture. Hopefully, Flashback Friday will be a regular occurrence on our beloved blog, because if you can't laugh at your past fashion faux pas, what can you laugh at? Let us take this picture step by step as to not get overwhelmed by it's shear awesomeness.

A. Yes, I was an 8th grade Math Competition Winner. Jealous? Wait, what's that? You're not? You're actually embarrassed for me? Well, I have news for you, ever fashionable readers, I love math and am not ashamed of it (pushing imaginary glasses further up on nose).

B. Yes, faithful readers, those are cargo jeans you are seeing. Once again, jealous? Okay, so at first I was horrified at these jeans, but then I looked to the person on my right. Guess what, she's also wearing cargo jeans. So look who was little miss fashionable even back then?? Okay, so maybe I wouldn't go as far as to call cargo jeans fashionable, but at least I wasn't the only kid rockin' them. Also, who didn't own a pair of cargo somethings? I had a favorite pair of drawstring khaki cargo pants from Limited Too. Gosh I miss those...

Let's face it though. My hips were big enough without slapping big ol' pockets on them. And it's not like they served a purpose, I wasn't keeping tator tots, nails, or I don't know, cargo of some sort in them.

C. I also would like to point out the fact that I had apparently not discovered a hair straightener yet. I had, though, from the looks of it, discovered tweezers because can we talk (blog) about how thin my eyebrows look? That's not just my imagination, right? Well, at least something back then was thin on me. Zing.

D. Finally, let us next look to the girl on my left. There is a scrunchy on her wrist. Oh, how I long for the days of storing a scrunchy on my wrist - It was SO convenient! Apparently, or so I've heard, scrunchies are coming back in. And even though in the sentence prior to this one I praised scrunchies, I don't really want them to come back in style. They're so deliciously tacky...but I guess they can add some flare to your hair....in an obnoxious sort of way.

Well, that's all the fashion mishaps I can possibly handle for one day. Perhaps next week, we'll delve deeper into my picture archives and relive when I (my mom) feathered my bangs as a youngin'. Or, maybe we can showcase my track suit that I wore for picture day in 2nd grade. Now those, I miss.

Mrs. Slocombe Who?

So as I was perusing the various sites on the internets yesterday that I frequent too often everyday, I decided to check out the TV & Showbiz section of the Daily Mail. Srsly, people, this is why I refuse to get Facebook - I spend way to much time on the internets as it is that it's almost sad. I will look up ANYTHING if you give me the chance - zombie dogs, Uncle Jesse, or Pirate names (arrrgh, why not, right? I mean, who hasn't thought about what their Pirate name might be. Try it!).
Anyways, so I came upon this article saying how Kelly Osbourne dyed her hair purple and now resembles this Mrs. Slocombe character. I'm sorry, British TV, I don't understand you or your humor, so I definitely have no idea who this person is. Apparently, she was on a show called "Are you being served?" (Hmm, sounds a little fishy to me, like something Pat Robertson would be on...). And spoiler alert: She has purple hair. Just like Kelly Osbourne. But how about we not compare Kelly Osbourne, who since DWTS has been looking FABULOUS, to some old lady who looks kind of unfortunate?
Can't we instead compare her, to say, Tavi? Tavi has purple hair, is adorable, and quite funny. I like to read her blogs and act out her entries (in my head and not out loud of course. Wait, does that make me seem crazier now that I've admitted to acting out her entries in my head? Maybe I should start reading her blogs out loud...or get a life). But, she seems quite humble and it's like she's having a conversation with us. Perhaps someday soon, Anna and I will have 1/100329 of the following she has. Hell, at this point, I'd even be happy to have Mrs. Slocombe view our page...

Unfortunate update: Apparently Mrs. Slocombe (well, the actress who played her) died last year. Crap, we lost a reader already, and right now, we just can't afford to have those kind of statistics.

That's Hot! Pink

Whoa! A picture! Finally!! So as you are all waiting with (fashionably) baited breath, Anna and I have been trying to keep busy with various and random blog posts. This title is not an homage to Paris Hilton, but rather to OPI and my boss. My boss is in his 50s, and sometimes I just smile at the things he says. He has two daughters (that I know of, and not in the sense that he has a mistress and might have fathered more children likely to be discovered by the National Enquirer a la John Edwards) and I know of these two daughters because they work with me. However, this could explain our conversation yesterday:

Boss: Hey Libby, did you do...
Me: (Sitting, cutely dressed of course, with my fingers by my mouth because I cannot seem to break the habit of biting my nails and cuticles)
Boss: Oh, that looks nice!
Me: Huh?
Boss: Your nails match your ring.
Me: Oh, yeah, I guess they do. Thanks!

I have a dad. He is oblivious when it comes to fashion. (Once, I had my hair dyed lighter after it was black for awhile - You'll get to see those pictures someday, I'm sure. When I came home, my dad mentioned how my hair looked darker. Poor thing, he tries.) I appreciate my boss' comment because it's nice that amidst all of the stress he is under throughout the day, he still found the time to compliment me on something seemingly insignificant.

Nail Polish: OPI, That's Hot! Pink
Ring: Aerie, on sale

Zack Attack

As you may have figured out from our first post, Anna Rae and I are enthusiasts of early 90s trends, among (amongst?) other things of course. Hopefully you will find these tidbits out through the course of reading our blog. Right now we may only have one reader, but we're keeping our fingers crossed that you somehow invite us into your information superhighway hearts. It should be interesting because Anna Rae and I have very different styles when it comes to most things around which this blog is centered: our writing styles and (like we said) fashion choices. I do know, however, that we most definitely agree on what I am about to say: A very special shout out to Mark Paul Gosselaar who is celebrating his birthday today. Happy Birthday, Zack Morris! I know you are married, but you are quite possibly my biggest TV crush. Ever. And even though you had long since moved on from Saved by the Bell, I still tuned in to NYPD Blue for the episode when they showed your butt. Thanks for that head's up, Mom.

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