Angie 3.0 Featuring Haute Like Couture

Oh hi, y'all.  I hope everyone had a wonderful Memorial Day weekend.  I know mine was definitely jam packed and topped off with a wonderful BBQ with friends and The Mister.  So, with only 26 days until my birthday, the celebration keeps rolling on.  Today, my friend Bri from Haute Like Couture is pulling together an amazing outfit, fitting of the 3.0.  I hope you all go visit her blog, because in all seriousness it will make you about 86.3% cooler. 

"When Angie asked me to contribute to the birthday celebrations on THYMWYA I was relived because I was starting to think I was going to have to invite myself to guest blog.

I wanted to put something together that really captured Angie's personality: sassy and fabulous. I had to fight the temptation to slooot it up hardcorde (because it's what I do when my birthday rolls around) and instead incorporated a hint sophistication that still screamed "I'm here to party." . After quite a few failed ideas I realized the answer was painfully obvious, the HLC favorite: an evening jumpsuit! I drew my inspiration from Gucci's Spring 2011 runway.

And so,

I present to you: "It's my party and I'll cry (tears of joy) if I want to"

This little Sass & Bide number had Angie written all over it. Classic yet fun and the perfect silhouette to show off her tiny figure + lengthen her killer legs. I love the combination of black and gold; Angie loves to accessorize so a boatload of gold toned cuffs and bracelets and pretty things on her wrists are a given but I wanted to leave her decolletage untouched because her collarbones are perfect. I know it seems like a shit ton of gold (and it is) but just the beautiful blue/green of the Gucci sandal will show for a refreshing pop of color. A funky coral lip (Nars-Wonder) and a gold clutch (McQueen) finish this off.

To me this not only says birthday girl, but it says The Hotness Your Momma Warned You About.

Happiest of birthdays to you, you darling lady! I can't wait to see what you decide to wear as your ring in another year of health, wealth (not just the monetary kind) and happiness! xo"

Thanks Bri!  It means the world to me that you contributed today.  I absolutely adore the outfit you pulled together, it is definitely the hotness.   Loveyourguts.

Sassy Shoes.

Angie

Who Wants A Baby Unicorn?

Happy Saturday y'all.  I am going to be very up front and tell you I am here totally pandering for votes today.  I entered the Just Fabulous, Show Us Your Style Contest and since I am a competitive jerkface, I am going to ask all of you lovely friends to vote for me on it.  You see, I want to go to NYC and get a bunch of free ish, which I will probably turn around and giveaway to all of you lovely readers. 

So, remember this look?  It was my last attempt at the Canadian tuxedo and my first rendezvous with the turband.  This is the look that is going to have me magically whisked away to freeshwagland with The Mister.

Can you please vote for me and this style here?  Pretty please. I am not above bribery, so, if you do, I will give you a baby unicorn. I am not even joking, I have a herd of baby uni's all cute and ready to go to a loving home.  When you vote, leave me a comment with your email address and I will make arrangements with you for your very own magicunicorn that farts glitter and cries rainbows.  Seriously get your vote on and tell me about it because I am about to go broker than The Ten Commandments feeding all these magical beasts.  

I would be such a good politician, with these kinds of tactics.

Rock the vote.

Angie

Your Love's Too Good To Be True

Happy Thursday to all you fabulous people!  I hope that you are all getting through this week with as much impatience as I am.  I am so ready for this holiday weekend, I cannot even begin to tell you.  I am happy to report that my sadmadblahs are officially gone.  All it took was some ramen from Japantown, and some quality girl time with a dear friend.  I have come to realize in my advanced age that no matter how strong you are, or how amazing your relationship is, you need some solid BFF's to get your domepeice right.  I also got off the crazytown cough syrup that was giving me the night terrors, which I think was a serious culprit on the mayjahsads.  No wonder Lil' Wayne cryraps, he is on that sizzzurp. It got so bad that, The Mister called me on Tuesday night and I was in hysterics watching Beyonce throw it on stage to "Rule The World" at Oprah's hooplah. You can trust that I could feel the sideeye through the phone.

Oh, and just a note, if you are feeling sad and conflicted, you should probably not listen to Adele for 10 days straight.  I know I will probably be offed by all of you for that but, it's true.  Girl had me in about as hardcorehystericalcryface as Oprah this week.  Anyways, we are moving on and happyhappyjoyjoy Angie is back. 

 Wearing: Dress: Forever 21.  Belt: Urban Outfitters.  Vest: Levi's, thrifted.  Boots: Durango.  

I received a few comments at work regarding my outfit today that I would like to share with you.  They are varied in spectrum.  They are as follows:

One coworker told me that because of my turband,  I looked like I should be reading his tarot.  I told him "oh, I will read your tarot, alright."

Another coworker told me that I looked like I was "about to stab someone".  Do you think that was due to my kickass attitude, the turband, or my awesome vest? Maybe a little of all the above?  

Either way, I am not quitting the turband. We have a real Brokeback Mountain type love affair going on. 

OK, ladies and gents...Do you think I was going to let Oprah go off air and not address it?  First off, I just have to say, I do love that lady.  I really idolize her.  She told me what books to read and how my poop should look.  I owe a lot of my life lessons to her.  However, most of all, I am going to just really miss her audience.  I mean, where in the world am I going to go to see full blown freakouts like this:

and this:

I mean, it's just not ever going to happen in my lifetime ever again.  Basically, this is how I react all the time, to even mildly awesome things, so, I guess there is that.  Speaking of which, I owe y'all some video breakdown of my happy dances.  There are three.

Glitter Bombs.

Angie

Angie 3.0 featuring Frannie Pantz

Hello party people!  I hope you are all having a fantabulous week thus far.  So, I am really excited today because I have one of THYMWYA BloggerBFF's here guest blogging.  Robin from the cute blog FranniePantz is here and is helping me celebrate the 3.0 by showing us how to channel some of my style icons, who also are turning the 3-0 this year.  So, in true THYMWYA fashion, lets give this fabulous lady some spirit fingers and sparklegemawesomeness support and go visit her presh blog.  With no further ado, here is Ms. FranniePantz.

Hello lovely loyal little followers! I am honored to be guest blogging for Angie today. This blog is one of my absolute faves to follow. Isn't Angie a riot?!?!? So when she contacted me about guest blogging for her while she prepares for Operation Angie 3.0, I literally jumped at the splendid opportunity.

The great thing about Angie and I is that we seem to have similar tastes in style as well as in music and celebrity crushes. I have thus decided to help Angie cross the threshold to thirtydom with three other celebs who gracefully turn the big 3-0 this year by trying to mock their style.

Celeb #1

Beyonce

Turning 30 on September 4

Pic from Google

One word can describe this diva (other than diva) and that is FIERCE. Beyonce is all woman. She never shies away from showing a little leg and showcasing her gorgeous hour glass figure. Her style is edgy, feminine and sexy.

Here is my take on her style:

I'm wearing:
Sunnies-Party America
Earrings and cuff (not pictured)-gifted by mom
Top-Ross
Fringed vintage flapper dress (worn as skirt)-vintage from Rockin Robins
Heels-Candies
Belt-Kohl's

Celeb #2

Nicole Richie

Turning 30 on September 21

Pic from Google

Nicole Richie has come a long way since being Paris Hilton's rich bitch sidekick in The Simple Life. Her signature style is bohemian chic and she is the master at it! Even with baby bumps, she looks graceful and easy going. She always looks like you could take her out for a nice shot o' wheatgrass and just shoot the breeze.

Here is my take on her style:

I'm wearing:
Sunnies-gas station (yep)
Turban-DIY
Dress-thrifted from Hope's Storehouse
Belt-Kohl's
Sandals-gifted
Tote-vintage from my great grandmother
Bangles-Kohl's

Celeb #3

The one, the only, Britney Spears

Turning 30 on December 2

Pic from Google

Britney is an entertainer. That's all there is to it. Love her, hate her, but we have all been entertained by Britney. From her Mickey Mouse days to the sweet and innocent Hit Me Baby One More Time to her unveiling of sexiness with that snake to her Kentucky Fried Wedding to her baby bumps, smoking with babies, shaving her head and attacking paparazzi. And we shan't forget that one, ahem, Britney enthusiast. Her style has evolved with her through the years. But always, always she lets her entertainer shine through, even in her wardrobe.

Here is my take on her style:

I'm wearing:
Fedora-K-Mart
Go Go Dress-vintage from
Boots-F21

Thank you everyone for joining me in wishing Angie a very happy birthday month! Feel free to stop on over to my blog, Frannie Pantz and say hello! I'd love to hear from you!

Didn't Robin do a great job getting her inner diva on?  Thank you so much for contributing, friend.  I greatly appreciate it.  Would you like to join the bigfatglittercelebration?  If so, I would love to hear your advice on turning 30, ideas on how I should celebrate, outfit suggestions for celebrating with The Mister, or any other fun celebratory topics.  So send me your submissions to thymwya@gmail.com and I will publish them until June 21st(ish)

Diva Style,

Angie

I'm On The Edge With You

Jeez!  It's only Tuesday?  Why does this week seem like it is dragging ass?  I guess it's because we have a holiday weekend coming up and I know that I have 3 days to do a wholelottanothin.  But for crimney sake, lets get this train moving.  I have the pmssadmadanxietyblahs (which are totally evident by my face in these pics).  Whatevs, to combat that ish I am bumping the new Gaga until this Little Monsters' ears shoot rainbows out of them and my unicorn comes to whisk me away to happy place.  I will have a complete review after I lose my hearing from bumping this so loudly into my eardrums.

Wearing: Jeans: JustinUSA. Shoes: Steve Madden.  Shirt: Gap.  Belt: Vintage, stolen from my Mom.

A few things to note about this outfit.  1: I have never heard of this brand of jeans before but whilst shopping after drinking a couple of mimosa's those sneaky little shop girls sold me on them when they were swooning over my booty in a size 1.  They were all: "oh girl, you are so skinny and you look so tall, and you have an amazing butt."  Those kind of sentences are like crack to me so, I obv bought them.  2: I snagged this belt from my mom when I was in high school.  It has been in about 25 different bags to be consigned and no one ever bought it.  I am actually very happy they didn't because it's perfect and just needed a little bit of sizing. 3: I promise I have feet.

Alright kids, so, I am thinking there is some sort of omen that I am not getting.  You see, I have had about 6 pigeons fly directly into my head over the past couple of years...Twice in the past two weeks.  This isn't like skimming my head. These have been fullblownkamakazee missions.  Once was directly into my forehead and today one of those little diseaseriddena-holes flew directly into the left side of my head with his freaking beak.  All of these incidents have happened in the same area (Japantown).  My brother alluded to me being Elaine from Seinfeld and said "It's like it was unavoidable".  These are sneak attacks and hurt like a mofo.  I don't have an unreasonably large head, I mean, I know my forehead is prominent, but dammit, I think I am going to start having to wear a helmet to walk to work.  I am a firm believer that when a pigeon poops on your head it's good luck.  But effffffff, these birds flying into my domepiece?  Anyone have any answers on this?

I haven't been to a Wal Mart in years.  Apparently, this is what is going on there now.  I am positivo that this was filmed in my hometown of Tampa, FL.  The lyrics at the 2:20 mark are overtly interesting.

Bird Magnet.

Angie

Let's Get It Poppin' - Featuring Glam Latte

Happy Monday Y'all!  I hope you had a wonderful weekend.  I certainly did. I just want to say a couple of quick things about this outfit.  I wore this last Friday and my CEO told me that I looked like a cross between Slash and Cher.  I consider that a win because if that isn't wuss rock (which is how I describe my style), I don't know what is.  Also, these American Apparel leggings give your legs the ultimate longfunandskinny.  I now call them my fun pants and don't ever want to take them off.

Wearing: Leggings: American Apparel.  T-Shirt: James Pearse.  Vest: Levi's (thrifted).  Shoes: Steve Madden

So, Ladies and Gents, As I said last week, the next few weeks leading up to my Dirty 30 are going to be a cause for celebration around here.  I am going to be featuring some of my favorite bloggers, friends, family, and all around sparklegemawesome people.  We are getting this party poppin' by featuring some amazing advice from the gorgeous, talented, and all around faneffingtabulous Jaime from Glam Latte and The Wear To Go Girls.  I am going to try not to fanboy her life away too hard right now, but just know I nearly fell out when she sent me the following advice.  Cereal y'all, this girl is truly one my favorite bloggers.  I mean how could you not love this chick.

via Glam Latte (my commentary in parenthetical bold)

"Ok SO... here is my two cents about 30... (and as far as your concerned I am simply psychic because I am only25 again) (duly noted)

30 is the BEST. Why? Because for some reason, when you turn 30 a switch is flipped (thank God). Suddenly you become comfortable with who you are and no longer give a crap about what others think of you. You are comfortable with your body, your sexuality, your style, your likes and dislikes etc. Now, I'm not saying you don't have fat days or bad hair days or days when you don't second guess yourself. But in general you become less insecure. (!!!!!!!!!!!! spirit fingers!!!!!!!!!!!!) Here's my analogy: When you're turn 30 it's like you've already been to the store and tried everything on (you did that in your 20's) and you already know what fits...

That being said for 30 you should do something you thought you'd never do. Something big, something memorable. For example my psychic vision tells me for 30 I will ride the mechanical bull. Yeah. The bull. (Rhinestone Cowgirl, lurve that.) I have always maintained I would NEVER flail around on a mechanical bull operated by some bitter person determined to give me whip lash. But I think 30 constitutes a little bull riding...ya know? That psychic vision will always be with me...and I see that I will survive it ;) (Considering that I have already danced on countless bars and table tops, I am thinking that I need to do something a little more classynottrashy that scares me a little, great advice!)

Just step off the ledge and do something you never thought you would. Take a risk and most importantly HAVE FUN! (I will definitely be bringing FunAngie to the partay)."

Happy B-day! 

xoxo

Jamie :) 

Glam Latte

Jaime, I cannot thank you enough for getting the Angie 3.0 celebration kicked off in the best way possible!  This means a ton to me!

For all you new readers or in case you forgot, this is what FunAngie looks like (she wears partypants and is full of sass and brass and rainbows and glitter shoot from her fingertips):

Stayin' Alive.

Angie

PdotS: Would you like to be part of the Angie 3.0 bigfatglittercelebration?  If so, I would love to hear your advice on turning 30 (to those which this is applicable), ideas on how I should celebrate, outfit suggestions for celebrating with The Mister, or any other fun celebratory topics.  So, send me your submissions to thymwya@gmail.com and I will publish them until June 21st(ish).  

I'm Not Pretending That This Is Blogging But....

This video is the ish. 

Also, The Mister and I found my 3.0 shoes.  It became very apparent that men and women try on shoes very differently.

In case the rapture happens tonight and you are trying to figure out what to do with your pet check these folks out:  after rapture pet care

Ziggy would like you all to know that in case I am magically whisked away, he likes kongs full of peanut butter, steaks, belly rubs, to be the big spoon, and would prefer to be able to go to a home that has a hot girl puppy that will let him hump her all the time.

This may give me nightmares:

I am going to go ahead and call this couple "pee pain".

The Mister is working on his rule for this week.  In the interim, we are going to enjoy our weekend with some much deserved QT with the puppies. 

I am kicking off my Angie 3.0 celebration month on Monday with a super exciting guest blog, which I am about to fanboy my life away over.  So, if you want to get on board the party train and send me some advice on turning 30, biggestbirthdayever outfit ideas, big blowout glitterati, or anything that will set the sparklegemawesomeness off in this piece, hit your girl up at thymwya@gmail.com.

Chopped n Skrewed.

Angie

You Played It To The Beat

Hey gurls & guys.  Thank you all for your encouraging words and well wishes the past couple of days.  You always take a risk when you put yourself out there to the interwebs, so, I honestly can't begin to express my gratitude for all of the gracefulness that you have all shown me.  

 Wearing: Skirt: BB Dakota.  Shirt: Zara.  Blazer: Tommy Hilfiger.  Belt: Zara.  Sunglasses: Vintage, thrifted.  A terriblehorriblenogoodverybad hair day Jewelry: Mikey, Stella & Dot, other cheap crizap. 

Soooooo, I went to the hospital on Tuesday and received a chest x-ray and a breathing treatment, and sat next to a guy who had his stomach tapped (!!!!!!!!! SO FOUL!!!!!!!!  I don't even want to tell you what he said his symptoms were because I started dry heaving hearing it).  I'm not positive if it was the smell of infection emanating from his being or the breathing treatment but I was able to get some of this congestion loosened from my chest.  The smart people at the ER told me that I have acute bronchitis (which btdubbs, The Mister totally diagnosed this the night prior), so, they hooked me up with some strong antibiotics, a lung puffer steroid that has me hopping around like a kid who just ate 7 pixie sticks, and hyodocodan, which is a narcotic cough syrup... I may have been a little too enthusiastic about receiving that script because when I threw up some spirit fingers as the nurse handed it to me, she sideeyed my life away (I haven't slept in days because of all this coughing, soorrrrrrrryyyyyyy).  That all backfired on me after taking this narcyperscriptiongradesillyjuice, I thought I was on my way to sparklegemawesomnessland only to wake up screaming in a night terror.  Whatever. The point of the story is, I am feeling better.  Thank you very much.

I hosted a Stella & Dot trunk show last night for a couple of girlfriends.  We had so much fun trying on gorgeous accessories and gabbing it up over yummy food.  Honestly, I can't recommend their jewelry enough.  It is not only impeccably designed but it is quality stuff.  I earned some credits with them for hosting so, I am thinking I need a statement necklace.  Here are the two I am trying to decide between.  Which one should I go with?

OK, so, on to more exciting things.  The countdown to Angie 3.0 is on (37 days)!  You all know that this sparklegemprincess is freaking her ish out about this.  So, here is where you and your cuteness come into play. I want to turn the month of June into a bigfatcelebration round this hood.  I am thinking that I would love to hear your advice on turning 30 (to those which this is applicable), ideas on how I should celebrate, outfit suggestions for celebrating with the mister, or any other fun celebratory topics.  So, if you want to send me your submissions, to thymwya@gmail.com, I will publish them until June 21st(ish) with my commentary (swearsies, I won't be mean).  The last few days leading up to my b-day will be reserved for guest bloggery from mi famiglia, and inner circle.

Keep Calm and Sparkle.

Angie

Real Talk

Hi Folks.  I hope you are having a wonderful Tuesday and that your week is off to a productive and exciting start.  I am going to keep things short and sweet today.  Bottom line is, I am still sick (going on nearly 2 weeks).  This cough I have is hurting my chest so badly that it hurts to take a deep breath and is keeping me and the rest of my household up all night.  I am positive that everyone I work with thinks I have TB.  So, with that being said, I am heading to go have someone with more smarts than me and my full blown hypochondriadramaqueen tell me what the deal is.

 Wearing: Dress: American Apparel.  Boots: Steve Madden.  Socks and Turband: American Apparel.

So, I have a confession to make to you all.  Here is why I am borderline freaking out to go to the doctor. I have been smoking on and off (mostly on) for the better part of the last 12 years.  I am fully aware that this is a terrible habit that has basically no upside other than it helps with my anxiety, the skinnies, and lets face it, you are never alone when you have a cigarette in your hand.  These are all things that I know.  I have also been saying for a couple of years that "Once I turn 30, I am quitting".  Honestly, I haven't gotten to that point yet where I am serious about quitting, but with only 45 days until I turn the number that should not be spoken, I am having to make some serious decisions regarding this choice and crutch in my life.  I am not a pack a day or multiple pack a day smoker but I do smoke between 3 and 10 cigarettes per day.  This cough that I have had sounds like full blown whooping cough or bronchitis and I know that in order for me to get better, I need to stay off the smokes. (UGHHHHH, I can't believe I am even writing this.)    Anyways, I am scared to go to the doctor because I am afraid I have done some serious damage to my lungs and esophagus through this cough and I just need it to go away before my roommate starts lobbying to have me kicked out on the street.

I am not saying that I am quitting.  I am not saying I need you to preach at me.  I am not saying a lot of things.  I am saying, if you pray and you read this ridiculousness, throw one up for me because I could use the courage to face the facts. Please don't leave any comments on here about lung cancer or any other type of cancers or anything else caused by smoking because, frankly, I understand it.  Honestly, I don't know why I am telling yall this.  Either way, I will keep you all posted on what goes down.

Sorry this wasn't funny, but I am not the Notorious B.I.G, so life isn't all BS and party.

Real Talk.

Angie

It's Ashes

I am back bubbies!  Did y'all miss me?  After the fiasco that blogger pulled on all of us by crashing on Thursday night, I decided that I needed to take a few days off and get my head right.  Luckily, I was able to spend some time with the sweet, fun and lovely girls from Food Shoes and Buildings and Haute Like Couture and do exactly that.  It's so nice to hang out with people where it is totes normal to have a 20 minute conversation about watches and sunglasses. 

Phew!  Does anyone else need an extra day to rest from their weekend?  I certainly do.  Even though I am still sick, I had a jam packed weekend full of girlfriends (both new and old), concerts, and some much needed retail therapy with a side bubbles.  A girl really couldn't ask for too much more than that.  My best friend was in town visiting and though it has been two years since we last saw each other, we have not missed a beat.  That, ladies and gentlemen, is how you know you have a lifelong and quality friend.

Wearing: Skinnies: Citizens of Humanity.  Boots:  Forever21.  Top: Pika 1988.  Jacket: Zara.  

This was a really busy weekend here in SF.  We had both Oyster Festival and Bay to Breakers going on here in the city.  Though I opted out of the blackoutdrunknekkidfreakfest, that is B2B (it's too assy for me), I did make it to Oyster Fest. The music there was phenomenal (Pepper was Grade A), however, I was not brave enough to slurp down a 6 inch oyster (vom).  Though I do love oysters, I couldn't stomach having to suck down all that membrane.  My mouth is getting all vommy just thinking about it.  I saw some dude just kick one back and I am thinking to myself "how relaxed do you have to get your throat to get that thing down? QUEEN!"  That much of that weird consistency is unnatural.

Anyways, I saw a lot of really great outfits at this musicmembrane fest.  Granted, it was overcast and 60 degrees out, this wasn't going to be all Coachell-y, but I did see some great layering and a few skirts and maxi dresses.  The number one thing that I think about when dressing for packed events like this is what is going to be the most functional outfit when I have to pee like a racehorse in a porta-potty (I just loudly dry heaved in the middle of my office writing this because it conjured up the memory of the stink). It blows my mind that some people will not only wear a floor skimming skirt in that situation but will also wear sandals.  ZOMG, can you imagine the 7-11 style urinesplashed feet these girls are sporting by the end of the day?  

What kind of factors do y'all take into account when you are choosing what to wear to a festival?  Am I the only freak who gets this grossed out about little things?  

Festival Farts.

Angie

Dear, Summer

Well.  It's Wednesday.  If you live in SF, you can consider this to be the first day of Summer.  Summer = fog, wind, cold, sweaters, boots, jeans, and the sadmadblahs.  Hence the uninspired outfit choice today.  If I had a uniform, this would probably be it.  A cashmere sweater, jeans, heels, and about four too many accessories.  

Wearing: Sweater: Victoria's Secret.  Jeans: Guess.  Shoes: F21 

I apologize to you all today.  This isn't going to be the funniest, most interesting, or sparklegemawesomeness post ever. You see, I am not having the most amazing day. I didn't get the best nights sleep last night because Ziggy tried to gas me out of my room with his fartfactorydisgustingness and was up sick all night.  (If anyone has an extra gas mask lying around, please feel free to send it my way.)

Then, I had a wardrobe malfunction with my original pair of shoes that I wore to work. This pissed me off so badly that my blood pressure shot through the roof and I am now boycotting a certain high end shoe designer. (I am not quite ready to talk about it rationally yet, soooooo, I won't.) Also, I am stubborn and Sicilian, so, I will probably end up holding this grudge until my dying breath.

Finally, I asked The Mister to check on Ziggy this afternoon and he told me that my poor puppy had been sick all over the house and if I wanted to come home it may not be a bad idea.  So, I had to leave work to dump kaeopectate down Zig's throat and take care of my little man.  If anyone knows of an easier way of putting kaeopectate down a 75 pound bulldogs' throat besides utilizing a pretzel hold and a semi truck jack, holler at your girl.

However, as with everything, I am going to look at the upside of being at home early on a Wednesday.  That upside is Mob Wives.  AREYOUKIDDINGME!!!!!!!!  Why have I not seen this show until right now?  I am obsessed with these crazy Sicilian broads.  They make me look totally calm, unemotional, and passive. I love things that make me feel better about myself...Which is why I used to go walk around at U-Save back in the day (Trampainians know what this is).

To give all of you some perspective of how goodfornothintypeofsucka that Frisco fog is, all of my outfit shots are facing North towards the Financial District.  The following picture is facing East toward Oakland.  You can see where the cloud line ends and the warm California sun begins.  The coldcraptastic fog will only stay in the 7x7 just to spite it's resident's.

Can someone send me a unicorn to fly me out of this?

Eskimo kisses.

Angie

The Sun Shines On The Bay

Hooray for Tuesday kiddo's.  I am starting to feel a little better, however I think I may now be addicted to Theraflu Warming Daytime Cold & Cough.  That stuff not only has suppressed my chest cold but it has me buzzing around the city like a hummingbird and speed talking.  IT'S AMAZING I TELL YA!!!!!    

I am pushing my limits of dealing with the cold in this skirt.  Once again, that slore, weather.com, lied to me saying it was going to be warm today.  Though it may have reached 66 degrees for a half second today, I am pretty chilly and will probably have to bust out some leg coverings for the rest of the week/foreseeable future.  Summerwinter is coming fast and furiously and Vin Diesel and his terrible acting will not be featured, but my sadmads will be.  

Wearing: Skirt: H&M.  Top: Bebe.  Scarf and Jacket: Ambiance.  Shoes: F21

So, I have had a couple of questions/comments about my shoot location and photographer.  Here is the skinny...  I mostly do outfit posts Monday-Friday, so, I usually have one of my co-workers take my photo in the areas surrounding our office.  If I am lucky, The Mister will take one for me in the morning or during the weekend.  I realize that this can be very boring, so, I am going to try to take a field trip during the day (read leave the kitty litter box/alley/parking lot surrounding the office) so, y'all can see a little more of Frisco.  

Today I ventured up onto our roof, which as you can see, is a sick location.  The only problem is this is actually utilized by another company so, as I am out there taking my photos, there was a girl trying to have a personal phone call.  I was a little self aware while she was on the roof patio with us.  She asked my friend who was shooting me what he was shooting for and he said a style blog.  She asked which one and he looked at me and in all deadseriouspositivity said "I am not saying the name of your blog".  So, I told the unsuspecting girl my blog name (which is amazing) and she sideeyed my life away.  I smiled at her even though I was thinking "look broad, don't get all judgy on me or I will really start throwing it."  Soooooooo, I did.  BOOM:

Finally friends, I leave you with Antione Dodson (hide yo kids. hide yo wife) and his pancake nipples, doing God knows what.

Ummmmm.  A:  No.  Just NO!  and B: Where did that fabulous perm go?

Keep Calm and Drink Champagne.

Angie

Let's Get Right To The Chase

Happiest of Moday's to all you lovahs.  How is this week starting off for you?  I want to tell y'all about my morning, because I share everything with my BFF's.  Today started as most Moday's do for me, with a dose of the glutenintolerancemiserables and a side of coughchestcoldnastiness, and an hour of uglycryface to get out of bed.  The only upside to all this is I sound like when Phoebe lost her voice on friends.  "Gunther, bring me a whiskey, sweetie."  

Wearing: Dress: Collective Concepts, gifted from my momma.  Shirt: Zara.  Shoes: Jessica Simpson. Bag: American Apparel.  Belt: Zara.  Jewelry: randamdomness

Fast forward about an hour and I am waiting in line at the post office to pick up my Stella & Dot delivery and sneezing my face off so badly because a 7'12'3" tranny was wearing some of the most personally offensive perfume that was pulling a full blown F.U. to my nostrils, I nearly asked the post office worker (postperson?) to break into that anthrax survival kit and get me a Michael Jackson mask.  I am sitting there mentally preparing myself for the MUNI ride that I would have to take after this and praying to everything good and holy that my bus ride wouldn't further the grating on my nerves.  

I sneak on the crowded bus, and find a non smelly place to stand and go about reading my facebook feed on my phone, and I come to The Wear To Go Girls and see that a cobalt blue skirt got their "Look of the Week".  Breeze pass it and see that Jaime at Glam Latte has the same link up, so I click on it (mind you I have subsisted on cough syrup that has some sort of crack in it and crackers for the past two days).  I start looking at the link and think, "I can't believe that I lost look of the week to some biotch who has the same skirt as me. Ummmmm, who does this girl think she is rocking my look? ZOMGZOMGZOMGZOMG!THAT'SME!"  I let out a scream of joy in the middle of MUNI and told some old Chinese man that I had just got The Wear To Go Girls Look of the Week.  (I was all sorts of in his face about it too)  He didn't care and wanted me to unhand him.  So, I did.  But you know who did care?  The Mister of course!  And I am sure all of you care.  Whatever, I am excited.  So, everyone go visit The Wear To Go Girls, like them on Facebook and tell Jaime and Mel hi. Those girls rocksocks.

In case you were wondering what I got from Stella & Dot, I got the Nugget Wrap Bracelet, Clover Double Leather Bracelet, and the Stackable Band Rings.  If you are interested in ordering any of the Stella & Dot collection (which I am enamored with) visit my favorite stylist Molly, and tell her I sent  you.

And, yes, that is Chanel Mimosa you see on my nails.  BOOOOOOOOM!

Happy Dance.

Angie

She Got It From Her Momma

This blog is called "The Hotness Your Momma Warned You About", right?  And we do have one day a week dedicated to rules.  So, since today is Mother's Day, I would be remiss if I didn't talk about some of the lessons I learned for my Momma and my Grandma.  My commentary in bold

Momma Lesson 1:

"You can never own too many little black dresses, shoes, or accessories."  I obviously took this one to heart. 

Momma Lesson #2:

"Love your brother, because he is the only one you will have" I always have and I always will. Even when he was acting like a littleshithead.

Momma Lesson #3:

"We may not have a whole lot, but we have each other".  This is still very true.

Momma Lesson #4:

"Angie and Anthony, do you have your manners in your pocket?  Because we will sit in this car for as long as it takes for you to BOTH have your manners with you"  In other words, don't be an A-hole and the words please, thank you, and ma'am and sir, are always appreciated.  (This also meant "don't even think about embarrassing me in this restaurant because I am not afraid to snatch you up and wear you out in public")

Momma Lesson #5: 

"If you have a tasty bottle of wine and a good friend, you can solve all the problems in the world".  This is not as much of a lesson as it is a FACT

Momma Lesson #6: 

Momma: "Why wouldn't I dance to this song?  It's great!"  

Me: "Well, Mom, because you are the only one dancing" 

Momma: "Who cares?"

TRUTH!  The lesson here is to never be afraid to be the life of the party.  Live in the moment with a smile on your face.

Momma Lesson #7:

"Always cross your legs, fold your hands, and smile." In other words, act like a young lady not trailer trash.

Momma Lesson #8: 

"God created hair color, moisturizer, and a sun tan for a reason."  That reason is to keep us from aging or at least to keep us from looking like we are aging.  And for those of you keeping score at home, on the 8th day, God created these things.

Momma Lesson #9:

"Tiny girls like you need big dogs for protection. A real dog, ya' know, not one of those little purse dogs"

"We always treat our dogs like they are a member of the family.  Be nice to your puppy."

Well, Ziggy may or may not protect me, but he is definitely a big dog who loves me and I love him. He is a tinylittlepuppy and I give him hugs and kisses every single day, even though he sits like this on the couch and watches the Food Network.

Grandma Lesson #1: 

The best gift you can give to someone is your time.  Even if it's a handwritten note, or a handmade trinket.  The happiest days  are those when I get a note in the mail in my grandmother's perfect handwriting.  I am not the best at sitting down and writing a note, but it's something that I treasure and want to get better at. 

Grandma Lesson #2:

There are a lot of different personalities out there.  Let people be themselves and love them for it.  My grandma raised 7 kids who all are very different from each other.  This is something that as a family we all embrace and support in each other.

Grandma Lesson #3:

Always make time in your day for a cup of tea and to do something with your hands or mind.  I love having afternoon tea with my grandparents, it's one of my favorite things to do when I am with them.  For as long as I can remember, my grandparents will do the crossword puzzle out of the paper together, and every night, my grandma will knit or crochet something.  (knitting is one of the best talents my grandma ever taught me.)

Grandma Lesson #4:

Wash your hands often.  Not only is this good for your health, but it's good manners.

Grandma Lesson #5

Sometimes the only thing you can do is pray.  Our family has been very blessed throughout the years and it is with no doubt in my mind, that much of it is due from all the prayers that this wonderful woman has thrown up to The Lord for us.  She has taught me that no matter what lean on our Lord and he will always see you through and guide the way.

(in case anyone is wondering, this is a bridesmaids gown and NOT a wedding dress)

A huge thanks to both of these women.  One day, if I am lucky enough to be a mom, I hope I can use the lessons you have taught me through my life and impart grace, a sense of humor, and love for family on them. 

What are some of your favorite lessons learned from the most influential women in your life?  I'd love to hear it.

Momma and Grandmomma hugs.

Angie