When I initially put together this turtle neck/necklace combo, a thought popped into my head that I just couldn't dislodge: Alana, you look like you're going to a P.T.A. meeting. Not that there's anything wrong with that, the PTA does a lot of great things, but you know, I don't actually have kids yet so a P.T.A. meeting doesn't really fit into my schedule right now.
Though the topped screamed P.T.A., the form fitting jeans (yes, I need to get ALL of my pants hemmed) and hot girl shoes made it less stuffy, more rebelious.
I know, I know, I'm stuck on the PTA idea, but after a bit of thinking, I realized why. You see, I had this song, Tom T Hall's Harper Valley P.T.A., playing in my head ever since I heard it for the first time last weekend. It's about a widowed mom who gets a nasty letter from the P.T.A calling her an unfit parent due to her short skirts and wild behavior.
The best part of the song is when the mom storms into the P.T.A meeting (clad in her infamous mini skirt) and exposes everyone else's bad behavior. Priceless.
Maybe I should have worn a mini skirt for authenticity. Next time, definitely next time.
Outfit Details: Turtleneck: FCUK via ruelala, Jeans: boutique in Canada, Shoes: Madden Girl via 6pm.com, Belt: Primark, Necklace: Mimi Boutique
My stepmom didn't want to have a 50th birthday party, so she had a 49.5 party...aka "farewell to the 40s" this past Saturday. (FYI, that's her in the first photo with the band, Fools and Horses.) It was LOADS of fun. The drinks were flowing, the band fantastic, the food tasty and the people fun.
Plus, I got to buy a new dress, which I did Saturday morning FYI and it only cost me $12.99! (Can you tell I'm proud of myself?) Sophie and I performed the song "Stranded" by Plumb, which we first heard in 10 Things I Hate about You. It's actually the second time we've performed this song in front of a crowd. Even though I've been doing plays and singing in front of people for years, I still get nervous every time.
I think I'll leave you with this: the photo that I cropped and made my profile picture and the accompanying comments, which I personally find sort of hysterical. I love my little sister!!
You'd be crazy to say that any job was absolutely perfect. Clearly, all jobs, especially internships, have their perks as well as their not so fun aspects.
Here's a bit of the grit and glamor of my internship:
Glamor: I make daily trips to Vogue House. (Also, whenever I think of the phrase "Vogue House," I immediately hear Ludacris singing "Roll out.")
Grit: I typically go to the loading area in the back of the building. It's not all that glitzy.
Glamor: I once Randomly stumbled upon a Harvey Nichols event in the park where I eat lunch. Oh yeah, Samantha Ronson was DJing
Grit: Today I Carried a full-size, naked manikin across a major street and got loads of stares. Thank goodness for the help of fellow intern, Vicky, who admitted she felt slightly uncomfortable holding the manikin between its legs.
Glamor: I once spotted a dog with a pink dipped tail on my lunch break. (He was hanging with his owner at the Harvey Nichols event.)
Grit: The elevator broke and we had to carry an entire showroom's worth of clothing down 4 flights of stairs. Thankfully, almost the entire press team, not just the interns, took part in this gruesome task and the lift was eventually fixed.
Glamor: I get to help out at a major charity event tomorrow night- I'm in charge of handing out goody bags.
Last night, after successfully finding not one, but two winter hats at H&M (in the kid's section, apparently my head is small), I got all dolled up and headed to The Notting Hill Arts Club for "Death Disco." Sounds scary, right? It's actually a free event every Wednesday that features live bands.
We had our IDs scanned in a nifty machine and headed downstairs into what can only be described as a hipper BU frat house basement. You know, the thing I vowed to avoid ever since I became legal and could go to real bars? Well, this place was grungy...but in an ok way.
We'd arrived just after the opening band finished, and you'll be pleased to know that the band members were all my size and dressed in clothing I would probably wear. The only weird thing- they were all guys! Seriously, one of them was wearing a cropped black cardigan over a tight t-shirt and skinny jeans. He also had long hair- looking at him from the back, you could have confused him for a grungier version of a girl!
Because we couldn't find a table, Rach and I decided to sit on the edge of the stage, and I asked the cute British roadie if we were in his way. He responded by smiling and saying no, we were fine, but thanks for asking. He turned out to be the lead singer. I swooned as soon as he whipped out his acoustic guitar. I definitely had goo-goo eyes for the entire concert. (The Foxes were great- you should definitely check them out!)
Sigh. It was a fun night- I hope to do it again soon. Props to Isabel for starting a conversation with the lead singer post-concert! Because of her I was able to pull him towards me and say, in my most chipper American girl voice:
"Thanks for making our first night out in London so much fun!"
Ha. What I really wanted to say was:
"I have never seen a guy rock so hard with an acoustic guitar. Will you be my British boyfriend?"
My new cousin...REBECCA, with Lauren (who turns 11 today!) and Donna
I don't know if I've told you about my new obsession with last.fm. When I found out that Pandora started limiting the amount of music I could enjoy to 40 hours a month (which is ridiculous, because there are 40 hours in a work week alone...), I made the switch.
I'm absolutely loving the music selection that the system chooses for me- my favorite stations currently are "Eric Hutchinson" and "Marie Digby."
It's because of last.fm that I discovered the song Rebecca, by Meg and Dia. As I sat at work, editing blog posts, the song lyrics caught my attention. I immediately clicked over to my last.fm window, and noticed the title of the song.
And then I had a thought- this "Rebecca" song was totally about a book I read in middle school called...Rebecca! I then wikipedia-ed "Meg and Dia" and found that many of their songs are based off of books, which I think is pretty fabulous.
So, not only do I now have a new girl group to check out, I also really want to re-read Rebecca. I'm DEFINITELY adding it to my reading list!
What book from your childhood do you want to revisit?
"You would not believe your eyes, if ten million fireflies lit up the world as I fell asleep..."
I have a bit of an obsession with fireflies. I remember that as a child, I used to run around in the grass at night with my sisters, chasing "lightning bugs" and sometimes collecting them in a cup. I can still feel the crisp grass on my feet, picture the dark summer sky and feel the excitement that only a child understands. I was (and still am) fascinated by fireflies. Even as an eighteen-year-old, I added "chase fireflies" to a list of things I wanted to do with a certain boy when we were abroad together in Israel. Sadly, there were no lightening bugs in the holy land, nor are there any, to my knowledge, in Boston.
"Cuz I get a thousand hugs from ten thousand lightning bugs as they try to teach me how to dance..."
As graduation creeps closer and closer, I'm beginning to think about where I may end up. A friend gave me a helpful piece of advice, reminding me that the next few years may be the only time that I can just pick up and leave. Without a serious boyfriend, work commitments or children, now is the time for me to choose a new city and start a life for myself post college.
"To ten million fireflies I'm weird cuz I hate goodbyes I got misty eyes as they said farewell..."
...I hope that wherever I end up, I will be reunited with my dear fireflies. Until then, I listen to this song over and over again and simply smile.
* All lyrics in this post are from Owl City's "Fireflies." You should definitely check out their CD.
Last night, Riki and I went out for a juice run and then watched Grease on Vh1. What a great movie! Although I've seen it about a zillion times, I'm pretty sure this is the first time I actually understood all of the sexual innuendo.
You know the line:
"Elvis, Elvis, let me be! Keep that pelvis far from me!"
Yeah, I used to think it was: "Elvis, Elvis, let me be! Keep that Elvis far from me!"
I was really sheltered, ok? Anyway, Riki and I got to talking about Sandy's transformation. She used to be so sweet and innocent, a great role model for young women. But then, she meets this bad-ass guy and decides to change for him. She trades in her poodle skirt for tight leather pants. She starts smoking. She probably advocates putting out on the first date. Poor Sandy.
And what's worse, after the movie finished, this music video started playing (sorry YouTube wouldn't let me imbed it, so you're going to have to click the link). I blame "Bad Sandy's" influence.
Riki and I are pretty sure this is the most disturbing music video we've EVER seen. Yeah, it's worse than anything Lil Wayne has to offer.
Becky Kazana on Etsy- definitely check out her adorable illustrations. When you're done with that, take a spin through her blog, The Fab Miss B. I first checked out Becky's blog because my mom sometimes calls me "Miss B." I prompltly added it to my google reader :)
So those are my links for today. Do you have any great links to share?
So I think I found a new favorite music video. Yeah, I know it's kind of old (2006), but when the song started playing on my Pandora, I totally had to look it up on YouTube.
As you'll see, the video takes place in a summer camp and is eerily similar to the movie Wet Hot American Summer, a classic film about (Jewish) summer camp. Plus, the video features pogs, some of my favorite 90's playthings!
Watch it. Love it. Try to get it out of your head.