I thrive on holiday parties; I’m all about dressing up, small talk with people I haven’t seen in 10 years and yummy holiday goodies (mmm...candy canes). But coming up with outfits for all these gatherings (it seems like they are endless) gets a bit tough. I don’t have that many cute dresses…and begin to lack creativity by the end of the holiday party season.
Even for the most outgoing, meeting your significant other’s parents can be a really intimidating experience. You never know exactly what to expect: if they’re going to be a bit, well...different, or maybe they’ll be just like your parents (only cooler). The best thing EVER is when there is a language barrier (seriously, it’s a struggle).
This night is always bound to be one of the craziest of the year, even though everyone swears this time will be different, it never is. Sometimes kids do the high school thang, (throwing a house party) but in case you go the bar, I have picked the perfect Thanksgiving dress for you from Rent The Runway.
The last month of the semester means it’s formal time. We get an excuse to dress up, take millions of pictures and ignore the piles and piles of work we have at the end of the semester. You find your frat-star for the evening, and I’ll find you a dress. Deal?
Nov 7, 2011
I am obsessed with little black dresses. Quite literally obsessed. So obsessed that whenever I am shopping for a fancy dress I have to avoid even trying on the black ones because I know I will buy them. They’re slimming, dressy and I already have all the accessories I need to style them. My closet is in desperate need of a bit of color… but we’ll deal with that another time.
Oct 31, 2011
Yes, yes I know… Halloween is the one night a year when girls can dress like a total slut and no other girls can say anything about it…But what should the rest of us wear? I’m not wild about sluttin’ it up in the freezing cold nights in October (brrr), or donning a Halloween outfit that draws immense attention to each slice of pizza I’ve eaten in the past year of my lovely flaws.
Oct 24, 2011
I’ve been having panic attack after panic attack lately; I’m officially turning 22 (and will be by the time this is published). This birthday doesn’t bring anything exciting like the last ones have… I can already drink, already vote, and already drive a car. What can you do at 22 that you couldn’t do at 21? Nothing, other than look forward to the real world…Bye Bye college.
It’s officially that time of year. Sorority girls chat, gossip, and turn miniscule situations into reasons to panic. Just a little bit of drama seems to follow every set of sorority letters walking around campus. Why is there so much commotion out of the blue? Well, Crush Party is coming up! Who would have thought that a four hour event could stir up so much trouble. Welcome to Greek life.
When I'm getting ready to go out during the fall, I find myself having to choose between wearing the cute dress I’ve been dying to wear but being freezing with bare legs…or choosing a “tights appropriate” dress. It seems like that supercuteIcannotwaittowear dress never quite works with tights.
What better excuse to rent a pretty dress than Homecoming? The weather is still nice, the school spirit is bustling and, of course, the sexy alums are back in town for a nice long weekend of shenanigans. Let’s impress the hottie you never had time to get with, shall we?
I will never be one of those girls who can pull off bright colored rain boots. Some ladies can rock ducks, pieces of lemon, or polka dots and look pretty good. Whenever I so much as tried them on I have flashbacks of elementary school, complete with dunk-a-roos and fruit roll ups. I just feel silly. And now that this California girl has found herself attending school in Pittsburgh, rain boots were no longer a fashion option but a necessity.
I still prefer dinner with face to face conversations over texting, I don’t think a three game winning streak with a cute guy at the beer pong table qualifies as getting to know each other, I and believe there’s no better combination since PB&J than dinner and a movie. And since dating seems to be a dying thing on college campuses, when date nights do come around, I feel all sorts of pressure to look extra good.
Singing is a sensitive topic, and very few of us can really do it. Once, my best friends attempted to ban me from singing in the car… rude. The issue is that some people use their fame to jumpstart a singing career that should never have even popped into their pretty little heads.