I can't get enough of the shoes on Nasty Gal. They have the best ones to add a little height. Being 5'3" I need a little height. Now I just have to practice walking without falling, tripping, and skinning my knees.
I absolutely adore Raspberri Cupcakes. She posts the most delicious recipes. Not only are the desserts tasty, but they are so stinkin' adorable to look at. Here are a few of her mouthwatering creations...
I have raved about Stephanie from Blissbombed (here and here) and I'm back to doing it again. This time she takes on the topic of: drama. You know, the stuff you dealt with in middle school and high school. The stuff that made you want to disappear, but the only disappearing act you could pull off was hiding behind your locker door. The stuff that made you walk the halls with your head down in order to avoid eye contact. The stuff that made you stay on the phone with your best friend for hours because you were certain your world was ending.
It's funny how drama still somehow tries to latch onto you when you're in your mid-twenties. Don't let it. Wave goodbye to it. Say buh-bye to those who cause it and those who thrive off of it.Let others play around with words, rumors, and negative thinking. I say "play" because drama is child's play.
You are a grown up.
Here is what the lovely Stephanie has to say about it...
"You know when you are about to take an amazing “next step” in your life, like start your own business, graduate from college, leave a bad relationship, plunge into a new romance, take a big project at work, go vegetarian, stand up to your mother? You know what change loves? DRAMA. Ohmygoditfeelssogood! If change can sniff out any fear in you, it will hit you with a big ol’ drama bomb. You will be all “New beginning wha??”
Drama looks like a big fight with your sister right before you’re about to have that heart-to-heart with your mom.
Drama looks like the raging flu right after you’ve given your two-week notice to start your own business.
Drama looks like your ex-boyfriend calling you, as soon as you start falling for the amazing (non-cheating, non-asshole) new guy.
Drama looks like over-exercising at the gym and popping mouthfuls of amphetamine appetite suppressants as soon as you agree to go to therapy with your spouse.
Drama looks like www.roth-IRA.com turning into www.MichaelKors.com the day you pay off all your credit cards. An hour later, you’ve got 2 grand back on your AmEx.
Drama looks like a lovely date night with your husband that ends with three glasses of red wine and Ambien because you guys have decided to try for a baby.
Drama looks like constant fighting with your sixteen year old daughter when she gets asked to the prom (you sat home for all your dances).
Drama knows your track record. Drama sounds so right and logical (the economyis bad, the new guy is sorta boring, your ass does look hot in those $200 jeans). Drama feels amazing and Drama acts like your advocate. Drama is an entertaining, sarcastic smart-ass when it needs to be, and oh-so clever. Drama is POP-u-lar!
How the heck do I know so much about drama? Oh, please. Until recently, I was the worst kind of drama queen: The nice girl who had bad shit constantly happening to her. No one could really put their finger on what the problem might be. Oh no? Another crisis? How could this be? I seemed too smart, too wise, and too shit-together for all this crap to be constantly besieging my life. If I had a nickel for every loving person who said to me “You deserve better than this, Stephanie!” I would have geysers of cold hard cash spurting out my ears.
But really? I let Drama in the door because I was afraid. I didn’t really know how to move into the next chapter of life with confidence, because my confidence was grossly under-developed. I got my self-esteem stroked from overcoming dramatic situations. I was too scared to be truthful about my REAL feelings and REAL thoughts, so I found myself hiding out in high-drama distractions and compromises. You may be able to relate. Are you sick of drama and the exhaustion associated with it? Are you tired of being a hot mess? Really tired of it? Because no one is going to hand you a permission slip to get your act together. You’re going to have to do it yourself. As Maya Angelou said, “When you know better, you do better.” Make this your mantra, sister.
Once you’re really DONE with drama, take a deep breath and square your shoulders. You are about to become a Bad Ass Broad."
I've loved broccoli soup since I was little. Whenever my family would go to Coco's, I would always order this favorite soup. I haven't had it in awhile, but I think I've got to try this recipe. It has bacon in it. Enough said. Oh, and cheddar baguettes. Yum.
Cook the bacon in the butter in a medium saucepan over low heat until it renders slightly, about 2 minutes. Add the onion, garlic and celery seed and cook until soft, about 4 minutes. Scatter the flour over the mixture and stir to coat. Gradually add the broth and the milk, whisking until smooth.
Add the potatoes and sliced broccoli stem; increase the heat to medium and simmer, covered, until slightly softened, about 5 minutes. Add the broccoli florets and season with 1/2 teaspoon salt. Continue cooking, uncovered, at a rapid simmer until the vegetables are tender, about 5 minutes; season with salt and pepper.
Meanwhile, position a rack in the upper part of the oven and preheat the broiler to high. Spread the mustard on each piece of baguette and top with a cheddar slice. Place on a baking sheet and broil until the cheese melts; serve with the soup.
I stumbled upon these rad paintings while visiting Honestly...WTF. I like the mixing of pop culture and flowers. I would love for some of these to hang on my walls. The mastermind behind them is Andrea LaHue, aka Random Act. Check her out here.