What Is Making You Smile Thursday

Holla Hellcats.  Let me tell y'all, that I am having a particularly sparklegemawesome day.  It's What Is Making You Smile Thursday, and I have been showing my pearly whites and walkinonsunshine all day.  The biggest news that is making me smile today comes in two parts: A: Last night was one helluva night for baseball and my hometown team the Trampa Bay Rays are in the AL Wildcard game.  (True story, a long time ago in a galaxy farfaraway, my first job out of college was for the Rays).  B: My dad told me that my brother is coming back to the states from China for 3 weeks in January. I haven't seen Anthony since November of 2009 so, you can all understand how this news made rainbows shoot from my fingertips. 

Dress: BB Dakota (via Stitch Fix) Heels: Harajuku Lovers.  Scarf: H&M.

So, those of you who have been reading this wordvom for long enough know that when I am happy, I do a happydance.  There are three versions of the happydance, which I promise I will have documented for your enjoyment this weekend.  I digress...You all know how happy I have been lately so, let's call this the What Is Making You Smile Thursday: Dance Edition.  

First up:  I am a sucker for mashups and Southern rap.  This is the best of both worlds:

The Unicorn To Rule Us All Award goes to my boy and all around great human being Gino for blessing my life with this amazingness that made me cry at work...I'm not talking screamcry, I am talking puppiesaresocutetheymakemecry cry:

That is the cutestofthecutes!!!!

Dance Dance Revolution.

Angie

#rueturns1

What's up playa's?!  Can I get an amen for us all making it through Monday?  Jeez-o-Pete, that was quite a day.  Do y'all ever have those craycray days where you feel like you are constantly being hit by a runaway train?  Well, that was yesterday for me.  It's been pretty intense around the agency for me lately, so I am not doing my typical divalounging whilst mainlining Diet Coke.  Nope...These days, I am actually getting my work on.  Anyways, luckily I was able to end my Manic Monday by heading to HD Buttercup to celebrate Rue Magazine's first birthday (which was by far the best event that I have been to in the city).  Basicmally, this was the perfect excuse for me to get my Carrie Bradshaw walk on and put on a sequined mini-skirt and go hang out with my girlfriends.

Wearing: Sweater: Forever 21.  Blazer: H&M Skirt: YandI.  Heels: Zara.  

Look.  If there is one way to sell me on anything, it's to tell me that there will be a photo booth present. I live for these things, and apparently so does the flock of seagulls I roll with....There are about 16 more of where these came from.  I call this our: "Hey, I'm a Style Blogger and havent had a picture taken of myself in about an hour" pose.

Amber, Adiele, Santina, Maria, and yours truly:-)

Best part of the night?  Standing with four other people wearing different variations of the Michael Kors chronograph. <33333.  We are like the Mighty Morphin Style Rangers.

Ummmm.  So, tonight's episode of Glee is titled: "I Am Unicorn".  Sooooo, I will be coming at you tomorrow with an imperialcrapton of gifgarbage for the celebration of sparklegemawesomeness and unicornfarts.

Pink Ranger Power.

Angie

Photo Shoot Fresh

Hi Honey Bunny's.  I trust that everyone had a lovely weekend.  It rained here yesterday for the first time in months.  I can't tell you how thankful I was for that because San Francisco was smelling like the porta-potty bank at a juggaloos convention.  (Sidenote:  I have never been to one of these gatherings but I can only imagine that it's the worst thing everevereverever).  Anyways, that problem has since been resolved and we can all move along.  

Wearing: Leggings: American Apparel.  Blazer: H&M.  Tunic: BCBG.  Shoes: Sam Edelman

I wore this little number to the meet Alexa Chung at Madewell (who loved my shoes and I acted like a socially awkward penguin towards) and the launch of Supercalafragalipstick by Kate Spade with lipstick queen Poppy King. Miss King chose a lipstick from the line that matched my skin and hair tone perfectly.  Fuschia Fete and I are going to be BFFL's.  Ladies, I can't tell you how silky and light this lipstick feels on. Definitely give it a try.  I love that I can go to these blogger get-togethers and wear sequins, and 5 inch heels and never once get sideeyed.  Sure, I may have looked like I was headed to Studio 54 but I totally fit in.  Whambamthankyoumaam.  

So, I have to apologize for the short posts lately, but I have some really outofthisworld exciting things in the works.  Not just for this blog but for life in general, and I can't wait to share them all with you as they begin to come to fruition.  I told my mom the other day that lately I have been so happy I could die...And that is the honest to God truth.  I feel really blessed right now.  We only get one shot at this thing called life.  No time for dress rehearsals! 

Show Time.

Angie

What Is Making You Smile Thursday

OKOKOK.  Has everyone chilled out yet from Zuckerberg and the CIA screwing with us for the past two days?  Yeah....I didn't think so. Yes, I admit, I am none too pleased with all the new superstarstalker features.   I am pretty sure that thanks to the new Twitter rip-off feature, everyone will know any time that I have to pee or Ziggy has gas or humps an unsuspecting golden retriever (what can I say?  He likes blondes).   Whatever.  I digress.  The point is, this isn't making me smile, but this tweet is:

BASICMALLLLLY!!!!!  So, there is that. I am praying to everything goodandholy that when they throw together my timeline my sororistute gear and ex boyfriends aren't plastered all over it. I need everysinglesolitaryone of you readers to have your fingers crossed for me on this one, mmmk?

Y'all, this freaking dude is pretty much the most enthusiastic eye witness to anything I have ever seen in my life...Not to mention eloquent.

How is Steve-O behind him so dead cereal?

Baaaaaaaaaam!

Angie

Is Indian Summer OK To Say?

Hi besties.  I haven't forgotten about you, but Indian Summer finally showed up in SF so, I am going to take full advantage of it.  It's 85 in The City right now.  I have waxed poetic (read: whinedmyfaceoff) on this blog about how it's always cold and and I try to relish the moments when I don't have to wear 12375761506 layers.  Well, this week is going to be exactly that.  It's the couple of weeks out of the entire year that all of us San Franciscan's actually live here for.  

Wearing: Dress: Ambiance.  Wedges: Jessica Simpson.  Belt: Zara.  Vest: F34.

See!!!! I tell you NO lies:

I know I should be wearing nubby sweaters, layers, boots, and scarves right now, however, I am in fullblowndiva protest on this one.  Wanna know why?  Of course you do!  I have half of a closet that I never get to use because of the godforsaken fog and wind that blankets this city.  Therefore, I am going to wear my summer dresses for the next week, and y'all get to deal with it.  This isn't a dress rehearsal.  This is 1000000% dead cereal Indian Summer and that biotch don't play.

If posting is spotty this week, understand that it's just the weather.  I grew up in Florida so, me and the Sun have a real close relationship, and I need to work on that right now.  Otherwise, you can find me frollicking around the city and on the beach...boyyyyyyyyy.  Leave a message at the sound of the tone...I will get back to you whenever the hell I want to.  JKJKJKJKJK.

Sun Salutations.

Angie

Get your swag on

Today is National Talk Like A Pirate Day:

Show me the booty.

Angie

What Is Making You Smile Thursday

Hi Kiddo's.  This is going to be a really quick post because I am busy and have places to go and people to see.  Not that y'all aren't important, but I mean, let's face it...I actually need to be sparklegemawesome IRL instead of solely on the interwebs.  Onto importate things, such as, What Is Making You Smile.  

What is making me smile today is my new do.  I think it is that time of year where people are craving a new look.  Getting a hair cut takes me a good month to wrap my mind around.  The longer your hair is, it seems like the harder it is to get cut.  The problem that I have is that every time I let some trick with scissors get near my pigeon magnet, they want to cut into it.  I seriously have had to tell waaaaaaaay too many stylist to STFU and get away from me because they have said: "It's hair it will grow back."  I always get beligerant and have to say: "Slorey McGliowitz, you aren't the one who has to style 10 lbs of hair every day.  Take your hack job to some other dumbass, because this isn't going to fly with my queen self!"  Also, I don't trust stylist to cut my hair that have short hair.  I have principles!  Anyways, I finally found someone who does amazing long hair.   She literally only took an inch off.  So, if you are in SF and looking for someone who specializes in color and long hair, go see my girl Avaria at KaSai Hair.  She is AMAZEBALLS!!!!!  Tell her I sent you.

Wearing: Jeans: 7 for all Mankind.  Shoes: Vintage.  Blazer: Vintage.  Blouse: Equipment.

OK, so here is the youtubery that I have time for today.  Ummmm.  If this kid challenges me to a dance contest, I am going to automatically forfeit.  

Also, I am fully aware of the likeness that I now have to this diva:

Gleeking Out.

Angie

She Bangs

DUUUUDES!  Why are y'all so good to me?  I was pretty positive that after yesterday's post everyone would have yelled at me like Ziggy does and give me the whole "STFU, skinny biotch". But you didn't, because you are all little sparklegemprincesses.  And that is why I love you.  I just want to make sure that we are all super clear on what THYMWYA is.  I have come up with a pictorial depiction of my mission statement because I know some of us go to the Derek Zoolander School For Kids That Don't Read Good.

THYMWYA is not Oprah.  Wanna know why?  Because I won't do this to you:

The Hotness Your Momma Warned You about IS, however the following:

THYMWYA is all about Britney, Sparkle Farts, Ziggy, and Unicorns.  Always has been, always will be.  I am not going to make this a blog about body image, eating disorders or any other heavy topic, because I am all about pureridiculousness and wordvomming your faces off.  We all know that a happy girl is a beautiful girl, so I will continue to spread the smiles more than Teresa likes to flip a table

Oh, and I got my hair done today:

I will list the obvi for you:

- Yes, I got bangs.

-Yes, it's jet black, just like I like it

-No, I am not wearing a wig

-No you haven't seen me like this before

-I have an imperial crapton of hair

Awesomer!

Angie

Werk It. Don't Twerk It.

 Hi SoulSisters.  How is your Tuesday?  I hope it's fantastic.  I am not sure why, but I got a wild hair up my bum this morning, got up before The Lord, and went for a run, then did 30 minutes of pilates, and after that went to a breakfast meeting.  I clearly upgraded from bologna and decided I would go H.A.M today.  What you all probably don't know is that this is outrageously odd for me.  I don't really work out anymore because I have rationalized in my mind that since I walk 5 miles a day to and from work like a boss and I would rather cuddle in bed until 8 than get up at 6 and be productive.  I have completely changed my mind on that in one day though because I have had more energy than a unicorn hopped up on pixie stix all day.   I am sure that all my co-workers have enjoyed having me back at 100% purefabulosity.

Wearing: Dress as a top: Modcloth.  Skirt: H&M. Shoes: Piperlime. 

Actually, now that I think about it, I am realizing why I was more motivated than a pledging sororistute on weigh-in day, this morning.  I started having minortomoderate anxiety about my post-30 body and energy level.  Since Labor Day all I have wanted to do is sleep and my appetite is low.  I seriously started to worry about all the damage I did to my body as a teenager and in my early 20's.  I have always been a naturally fit person, which is very typical in my Sicilian family.  We all look blazin' and don't need to really worry about weight in our young adult life, then after 30 that all goes to ish.  I was always in cheerleading throughout high school and part of college so, I have a lot of muscle memory.  After cheerleading, I did the whole danceonbarsuntiltheshotsrunout thing for a good 5 years.  So, even though I was drinking like a bonafide a-hole, I was still burning everything off because I was shaking my bonbon till the sun came up 4 nights a week.

Well, guess what I do now?  I walk to and from work, weed through the interwebs, feed my addiction to Diet Coke, do something light for dinner, then watch Chelsea Handler.  (I am really playing down my life, but you get the picture).  This crap has to stop because being committed to skinny is exactly that.  It's a commitment. Moreover, my commitment is no longer to skinny, it's to having muscle tone and being happy with my body and what I see in the mirror.  So, this means one thing and one thing only: I am going to tighten up come hellorhighwater.  Luckily, I felt the results of my B.A.M.F. workout immediately, which is why I donned this body con skirt.

ZOMG, I just realized my mom is probably crying reading this right about now.  It's taken me about 15 years to get to this point in my life and was hardest on her and the rest of my family.  The Mister is hugely the reason that my mindset has changed on this.  He really is amazing. Anyways, Mother Gay, I am all grownsd up! 

Let's get physical.

Angie

PdotS:  Would y'all like me to talk a little more about body image and the struggles I have been through or should I just keep it all glitterandrainbows?

PdotSdotS:  I have a HUGE surprise for you sugarboogers tomorrow.  So, wear a Depends before you check me tomorrow, because you will all pee.

Fashion's Night Out SF

Hello, hello, hello!  I hope all you gorgeous people had a fabulous weekend.  I certainly did.  I am still smiling.  So, as I told y'all last week, Fashion's Night Out was happening all over globe, and San Francisco was not going to be outdone by anyone.  It seemed as though every fashion forward person in The Bay Area congregated in shops all over the city, toasted the Fall lines and being generally purefabulosity.  Now that my feet are finally not hurting, I can give you a recrap of what all went down.

Wearing: Dress: Vintage.  Shoes: Sam Edelman. Jewelry and Handbag: Stella & Dot.

Santina, Eli, Becca, Elizabeth, and myself started the night at Neiman Marcus, hopped over to Vince, then dropped by Marc Jacobs, and finally ended our night at Saks to cheer on Natalie, chat it up with fellow bloggers, and all the pretty people, followed by sushi with the ladies.  (Which Santina and I broke the sound barrier at with yelltalking with wildlyinappropriate hand gestures to Becca and Eli about all things sparklegemawesome) One thing is superduper obvi:  I am a nogoodverybadterrible photographer.  I took pictures of things that were going on at all the stores but the photos looked like the ultimate in craptacular offerings.  I am not going to embarrass myself and post them here, so go check out my friends blogs (who actually can take photos) and tell them I said hi, because I effectively have flushed my career in photojournalism down the toilet.  Whatever, I can't be perfect at everything.  DUH!

BAAAAAAAMMMMMM!!!!!! Would you check out this fabulous bitch?  Fabio was rocking the male version of my much talked about shoesies.  

(image via: Santina) 

Most of the crew for the night.

All in all, I consider this to be a very successful first FNO for myself.  I had so much fun with these girls that I am now able to consider friends.  I wish we had FNO on a monthly basis, because that 

F-U-N!

In the words of RuPaul: "Fashion!  Turn to the left."

Angie

9.11.11

(via)

Could it really be 10 years?  I was in a drawing class my sophomore year in college. A classmate came into the studio and announced that a Cessna had flown into one of the towers of The World Trade Center.  The prof turned on his radio to tune into the news, and then we all heard it: a commercial airline had been what crashed into the tower.  Then, the second plane, and the realization that this couldn't be an accident.

  My professor sent the disgusting old dude who was posing as our nude model home (he seriously was about 65 with saggyparts)... though I am pretty positive he was homeless.  The model often liked to grab his ankles whilst posing, so, I was relieved that I wasn't going to continue to have that seared into my brain for the day. Now looking back at it, I would have preferred to have that man's business forever in my memory instead of the images of people covered in an obliterated building, missing person posters, planes crashing into buildings, fire, and incomprehensible acts of violence against innocent citizens.  Those are memories I will never be able to surpress.  Those memories will be retold to my children countless times, much as I made my mom tell me everything she remembered about when Kennedy and Martin Luther King, Jr. were assassinated.   

To this day, I wish that it was just my innocence that was scared that day by an inappropriate freakshow, instead of the entire world.  

We will never forget.

Angie

What Is Making You Smile Thursday

What's real good friends?  I hope this short week is treating you all with gumdrops and lollipops.  I have some extra special content for WIMYST.  First up:

FNOSF is happening tonight, and I am superduperextra excited about it.  I am going to be out and about and trying not to act like a sociallyawkwardfreakshow.  I will post outfit shots and event photos for you all to enjoy tomorrow.

MMMK...On to the stupidity.  Who remembers Weekend At Bernies?  (don't any of you slores dare make me feel old and say you don't remember it!!!!!!)  Apparently, there is a new dance "craze" hitting the South...I have to say that this looks less like a dance craze and more like Spring Break of '01, but that is my business and none of yours.

It is no secret that my sparklgemawesome life has been void for the past 3 months since Oprah went off the air.  Luckily, someone out there was feeling the same void and produced the most epicallymindblowing mashup of The Queen of Everything, and some jackass goat.

Finally, the most wonderful time of the year is right around the corner.  And helltothenah, I am NOT talking about Christmas...I am talking about every sororistute's favorite day HALLOWEEN!!!!!!!  So, there I am weeding through all the tragicsluttytrashbag costumes that some queen hopped up on Chardonnay and Kim Kardashian's QuickTrim is conjuring up in a gutter somewhere, and decided that Zig clearly needs a costume too.  God bigpuffyhearts me, because I found THIS!!!!!!!!!  Honestly, I was so excited about this costume idea because since Ziggy is such a FATASS, I can't get any costumes that with fit around his middle.  Problem solved. For those of you with poor imaginations, here is a graphic to show you how glitterbombfantastical this costume is going to be. 

Triceratops Ziggy!!!! OMG, I am deadcereal the most awesomest dog mom ever.  You're welcome ZiggyFace.  

You 'aint artsier than me!

Angie

Please Forgive Me If I'm Coming On Too Strong

ZOMGZOMGZOMG!!!!!!  It's summertime up in here finally.  Hellcats, I think this calls for a happy dance.  Fullblown, not halfass.  This is mayjah!  I feel like I want to get all Britney on you, grab a bunch of queens, and find an underground club that has a bunch of sweaty people and bodyrock until I pass out from heat exhaustion.  Who wants to join me? I also have the undying urge to take Diet Coke Slurpee right to the domepiece.  One of those things is going to happen in about 30 minutes, and I am thinking the Slurpee will probably win.

Wearing: Skirt & Shirt: American Apparel. Vest: Old Navy.  Belt: Zara.  Sunnies: RayBan

So, I am not really sure how many people who read this blog are actually bloggers or people who are thinking of blogging, or just my mom and The Mister.  But in case you didn't know, or reside under a rock, here is a news flash:  Fashion Week is going on in NYC right this very moment.  No, I am not going to talk about how insanely jealous I am that I'm not there in the midst of all the clackers, so don't think you are reading my mind...Hell, sometimes, I can't even read my own mind.  Anywhozzle...The great news is both Lucky and Independent Fashion Bloggers have been holding blogger conferences all day today and have been streaming their panels online for the world to tune in.  Luckily, I am slicker than BP and was able to alternately listen to both events.  One theme that everyone kept discussing at both blogger conferences was "authenticity".  

Authenticity is a theme that seems to come up quite often in my circle of bloggy friends and also something that bleeds into my IRL.  If any of you have ever wondered what it's like to hang out with me, it's pretty much what you read here but with I don't abbreviate my cursing.  I talk reallyreallyfast (sometimes with a fading Southern accent), I can be very loud, and I am borderline outrageously expressive.  In other words, what you see here is what you get. If I am up, you read about it here.  If I have the sadmadblahs, you read it here.  If Britney is melting my face off, or a unicorn farts glitter in my direction, you all know about it.  Don't worry, I am not rambling, I actually have a point.  That point is, shouldn't we all strive to be who we are: our true authentic selves to the world all the time?  This is why I copyrighted all this pureridiculousness'ish you read on here.  This is me.  Don't take it.  Don't encroach on me like that.  I'm not going to let a potential client, co-worker, or stranger do it because this is me. Like it or not.  

Sorry, another day of not funny, but I felt it was really important to encourage everyone to be your true authentic sparklegemawesome selves every day.  No matter who that person is...be unique to yourself, and let that shine through all day every day. Go H.A.M. 

This concludes the Tony Robbins portion of the program.  Tomorrow is What Is Making You Smile Thursday, so leave me your dumb internet crap in the comments section, or Tweet at me, or stalkmylifeaway on Facebook.  

Do You BooBoo.

Angie

PdotS:  I am available for hire for motivational speeches...Which would probably just turn into a glitterfest because I have ADD.

Happy Endings

Hello Children!  How are y'all today?  Did you have a completelyamazeballs holiday weekend?  I really hope so.  I actually took a 5 day weekend and stayed away from the interwebs, slept A LOT, cuddled A LOT, watched A LOT of movies (read: enjoyed the Star Wars marathon, thoroughly), and in general had an imperial shitton of fun.  I honestly really needed to take a digital break.  Here is the deal: I have been really busy lately and a lot of ish has been happening.  The really craptacular thing is I am not doing anything well.  I'm just present.  Non-participatory.  In auto-pilot.  You all know me pretty well around here, so you know that I should absolutelynot be trusted to fly any planes EVER, and I am too intense to let my life roll on auto-pilot.  This girl needs sparkles, unicorns, Britneyfarts, and lots and lots of EXCLAMATION POINTS.  In other words:  SF weather has me PO'd and in a funk and I needed to take time and rejuvenate.  So, that is what I did.

Wearing: Jorts: F21.  Sweater: Vintage.  Bikini: Old Navy.  Sandals: Sam Edelman.  Scarf: Coach (gifted).  

Yeah, I am wearing jorts!  I love my jorts.  Just goes to show you that you can take a girl out of Florida, but you can't take Florida out of the girl... At least I am honest and upfront about it. Also, this crocheted sweater makes for a really great shirtnopants look, but not in a creepy massage parlor way.  Just sayin'.

Since we are in the noBSBFFL zone today, I am going to go ahead and tell you that 5 day weekends seem like a really sparklegemawesome idea, but they in fact are not.  Wanna know why?  Because your happyass won't want to get out of bed on Tuesday's that feel like Monday's.  You will be functioning on about half-a-brain cell, and most likely, you made a hasty choice in the closet through your sleepylittlehaze.  I have officially been dragging all day, so bear with me today as I slowly wake up and ease into this crazy week.  

Jeez, this post really sucked!  Whatever...In case you would like to read a blog entry where I am actually NOT whining like a spoiled brat, go visit Nina at Momma Go Round.  Not only did she let me talk about my favorite shorts ad nauseum, but she is a very stylish lady with a great sense of humor a precious little family, and I bigpuffyhearts her to pieces.  Tell her I sent ya.

BLAHHHHHHH all over your face!

Angie