Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Fall outfits with Sarah Christine!

I'm Sarah Christine, and although I normally blog over at SarahChristineStyle, today I'm excited to be over here on Juliette's blog. SarahChristineStyle is a life and style blog about my journey to becoming my best version and inspiring others to become theirs along the way. I think that becoming our best version is a lot about the inner journey, for me that includes learning to live with anxiety, finding my passions, getting healthy, and chasing my dreams, but I think it is also about the outer appearance as well. I love playing around with fashion and beauty because at the end of the day it is a great way to express our inner selves to those around us. One of my favorite things about fashion is that we all have our own style and when we are really true to ourselves we can all try out the same trends and make them completely different and individual. Today Juliette and I are playing around with that idea a little bit, we chose 3 great Fall trends/styles and each styled them in our own way.

Flannel

I love a great flannel for Fall, maybe it is the Pacific North-Westerner in me but either way I can't get enough. Whether you are tying it around your waist (hello 90s!) or buttoning it up, I personally believe you can't go wrong with a good flannel for Fall. I went to a few fashion shows in the past couple of weeks in plaid and square prints were all over the runway, so again flannels generally fit perfectly into that trend as well.

For this piece Juliette played up the comfort level that can often be associated with flannel by leaving it open and pairing it with some black jeggings and those super comfy looking moccasins. I decided to play up the fact that I am a Seattleite and paired my favorite green and gray flannel shirt with my puffy vest, skinny jeans, and of course a great pair of boots.


Scarves

I'm also a sucker for a good scarf (really I'm just a sucker for all things Fall). I may have a large drawer full of them but I don't think you can go wrong with a scarf this time of year. I'm not sure that scarves will ever technically go out of style because there are just so many options, the shape, the way to wear it, and the prints will definitely change over time, but the scarves themselves will always be a part of my wardrobe at least.

Juliette chose an amazing printed scarf that just looks like Fall to style for this look and she paired it with a really comfy looking green sweater and flats that pulled color from her scarf. I decided to dress my scarf up a bit for this one wearing it with a contrasting colored shirt, some basic jeans, and then some fun heels that pull the animal print out of the scarf and tie the whole look together.


Layers

Do I even have to say that this is another thing I love about Fall? I have loved layering clothes for as long as I can remember, and one of my favorite things about what I saw on the runway this year was that layering has been taken to the next level. I saw so much layering that consisted of differing lengths of pieces this year and I always love seeing layering of different textures as well.

For this look Juliette a really cute pink and purple plaid shirt with a denim jacket (can I just say I'm jealous of that jacket I've yet to find a good denim jacket myself), and finished it off with those comfy moccasins again. I pulled straight from what I saw on the runway and layered a navy sweater over a longer blouse mixing both lengths and textures, then I finished it off with some forest green jeans and my new favorite shoes of the season.


Now it's your turn. How would you style these Fall staples? Feel free to share in the comments, head over to my blog to let me know, or post a picture on Instagram and tag both myself (@SarahChristineStyle) and Juliette (@jliette) so we can see.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Hashtag dramatic

I cried at work yesterday, and not just because it was Monday.

I get to work at 7 and my boss doesn't usually show up until 9 at the earliest. I love having a couple of hours to myself in the morning to drink my coffee, be quiet, and look over my work load and set up a game plan for the day. On Sunday night I didn't sleep well at all so when my alarm went off at 6am I felt dead to the world and I knew I'd be a couple of minutes late to work but I knew it wouldn't be the end of the world. When I pulled in at about 7:07, I saw my boss's car and in my state of exhaustion and general overwhelmed-ness of everything happening this week, I groaned.

While my coffee was brewing I cut into my breakfast peach and realized that peach season is definitely over because this is at least the 5th peach I've cut into in the last month that has been mealy and disgusting and has made me want to vomit. So basically between being exhausted, my boss being at work earlier than normal, and having my breakfast hopes and dreams crushed by the mealy peach, I was not in a good mood.

My boss made the mistake of asking me how I was doing, and that's when the waterworks started. Through my blubbering I told my boss I was just crying because "it's the last week" and he took that to mean I was going to miss him SOOOOO much and that I was so sad to not be working for him. "It's ok!! I'll send you Christmas cards! You can call any time! I'm sure you'll come back and visit the office! I won't change my phone number!"

Am I a bad person because I let him believe that was why I was so sad? Maybe. I don't care.

Oh oh oh, THEN he sat down and started discussing Gone Girl with me. He kept talking about bits and pieces of the movie that just didn't seem realistic, so I gave him my most condescending look and replied, "You know it's just a MOVIE, right? Those people are ACTORS. None of it was REAL. They were reading from a SCRIPT. IT. WAS. FAKE." If I had been sitting closer to him I would have patted his head. Luckily for me my boss has a pretty good sense of humor and he just laughed at my condescending tone.

That's all I have for you today unless you'd like to see some pictures of my niece that I already posted to Instagram but I'm posting here too because I'm a woman of abundance or something.



Friday, October 10, 2014

Let's be positive, for a change

This week hasn't been the best. I've been in a pretty bad mood for the majority of the week and have made about zero effort to snap out of it. But, since it's Friday and I have a full weekend (of goodbyes) ahead of me, I decided to be a little more positive than I have been the rest of the week and try and not write a blog post that's just me complaining about stuff. YOU'RE WELCOME I DO THIS FOR YOU.

// I used to think I was the only one my age who loves Jeopardy so much and I felt like that made me unique and quirky and nerdy, but apparently it doesn't make me that special because everybody loves Jeopardy. That's fine, now we can all talk about it together! First of all, I'm a huge fan of Trebek's mustache. I think it makes him look so distinguished and I hope he never gets rid of it. What do you think? I heard that people have been voting on which look they like better and it's split pretty evenly, which surprises me.


But let's move on from the mustache because last night one of the most exciting things ever occurred while I was watching Jeopardy with my parents. Are you ready? Are you sure? Fine, I'll tell you. I got Final Jeopardy right and all the contestants and my parents got it wrong hahahahahahaha. 

Historical Figures
A 2012 poll by Britain's National Army Museum voted this man, born in 1732,
as the nation's greatest military enemy.

Do you know it? Make a guess and I'll tell you if you're right. I bet you will be. You guys all seem pretty smart to me. I never get the historical/geographical/scientific questions right so I was super proud of myself. My best categories are "food" and "movies/tv." But mostly food. Especially candy. Suck it, Trebek.

// Speaking of candy, for the past few months I've not been eating it much. This could be a whole other blog post, but for the past few years I've been steadily gaining weight and making some half-assed attempts at getting rid of it. The number on the scale kept creeping up and before I knew it, I had gained 55 pounds since my college graduation. None of my clothes fit (not even my sweatpants!) and I was self-conscious and uncomfortable every day. I came down with some kind of stomach bug a while ago and couldn't eat anything for a couple of days and when I could eat again, I felt like the crap I'd been filling myself with was gone and I decided I wanted to put healthier things into my body and get more active. Since then I've lost a little over 40 pounds and I feel better than I have in a LONG time. I can tell a big difference in my face, so for your viewing pleasure here are two pictures of my face for you to look at you're welcome. You may not be able to tell a difference, but I can and I'm pretty proud of myself.

// My niece is startling to talk more. I haven't heard it but my sister said she says, "Uh oh," "What/s this?" and "Moo." The "moo" is my favorite and I can't wait to hear it.

// Tomorrow is Saturday and I get to sleep in.

// Today I get to eat fish tacos for lunch and I don't know if you know, but these fish tacos I get are starting to rival sandwiches as my favorite food. SO GOOD. I could eat like 12 of them at a time ... but that would probably not be good for the last 13-15 pounds I'm trying to lose. Whatever. I hate you, calories. You have no friends.

I think that's all. Writing down these positive things has actually put me in a better mood ... or maybe that's just the three cups of coffee I've had so far this morning. Who knows? Happy weekend I love you goodbye.

Thursday, October 9, 2014

Worry is like a rocking chair

Today begins the first of many "lasts" over the course of the next 8 days. Today is my last Thursday at work, this weekend is my last weekend living in my town... and I'm excited and sad and feeling guilty and nervous and worried and a whole potpourri jar of emotions that got poured into a blender and turned on high and everything is really confusing and overwhelming and also the Dodgers lost and I'm so pissed about it.

But anyway, let's talk about the worry. I know, I know. Worry is like a rocking chair: it gives you something to do but it doesn't get you anywhere. Thanks for those words of encouragement; they're very helpful. Except I'm still going to worry.

First of all, since I don't have a new job lined up, what am I going to do all day? What I should do is work on the book I was writing that I realized is weird cross between The Lakehouse and Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. Or I could read some books, like the books Lindsay and Amber suggest. I guess I could be active and jog around the lake or take the dogs on walks or clean or something, but I'm worried that I'll just be really lazy and watch Netflix all day while eating Ruffles... and I'm worried that I'll get bored.

I'm a little bit worried that I'm going to use my move against Keith. I can't decide if this is a serious worry or if I just laughed a little too much at this picture ...


...but I can totally see myself saying, "Well, I moved here so I get to pick where we eat dinner/what movie we watch/etc." 
And then there's the snow. Apparently it snows in the mountains, and I don't have much experience with snow. I'm pretty sure my Target ballet flats aren't appropriate snow shoewear, and my Fuggs went to Fugg heaven and I don't have any boots (Fuggs are fake uggs, if you didn't know) to keep my piggies warm. Can I wear moccasins? Will moccasins work? Mine are gold and shiny. They're fine, right?
Don't even get me started on chains for my car. I don't know the first things about snow chains, except that they're a pain in the a$$.

I'm worried that his dogs are going to spend so much time with me that they'll start to love me more than they love him and he'll feel neglected so he'll have to buy new dogs but they'll also love me more than him and then he'll resent me and I won't even notice because I'll be too busy paying attention to the 17 dogs that now need my attention.

Sometimes I get a little worried that all my friends who say they're going to come visit me will decide they don't want to drive up the winding mountain road and they'll just want to Skype instead.

There's no Target up there.

That's it for now. I feel like recognizing these worries is the first step toward nipping them in the bud, right? Probably. In case you didn't notice, a lot of these are sarcastic because I use humor as a defense mechanism when I'm overwhelmed or stressed or feeling like things are getting too serious. It's super healthy.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'll go back to rocking in my rocking chair. Focker out.

Tuesday, October 7, 2014

The things I used to love

Much of my time lately has been spent packing and trying to get rid of stuff. What this mostly entails is me finding a box and spending 2 hours digging through memories and reminiscing and then stuffing everything back in the box because I just CAN'T get rid of the fake Louis Vuitton sock that my friend Ashley bought me when she visited China in 2008, even though they're still in the wrapper and I have zero intention of EVERY wearing them. I'm always shocked at the things I've saved and usually it makes me laugh to think about all the things I used to be obsessed with. And since I'm a really nice person I thought I'd share some of these things with you. You're welcome.

Neon.
During the end of high school and the beginning of college I wanted EVERYTHING to be neon. Bath towels, pillows, sheets, lamps, clothes, head scarves, backpacks ... E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G. had to be neon. I even searched for a hot pink shag rug to match the refined and tasteful decorations in my room but sadly, I never did.


Elijah Wood.
The Lord of the Rings movies came out while I was in high school, and while all the other girls were wetting themselves over Orlando Bloom, I was the unique and quirky girl who was obsessed with Elijah Wood and that adorable gap between his front teeth. Why pick an elf when you can have a tiny hairy hobbit?


Ribbons.
I'm really shocked that I don't have any pictures of this. I used to wear ribbons in my hair, around my wrists as bracelets, around my neck as chokers, on my keychains... errywhere. And not just plain ribbons, but like, curly ribbons, polka dotted ribbons, giant ribbons... anything. The more obnoxious the better.

This continued through at least my freshman year of college.

Side bangs.
All. about. the side bangs slash combover look. What? 2007 was the year everybody wanted to look like Donald Trump.
Changing my voicemail message.
When I first got my cell phone I would change my message whenever I went anywhere even though the only people who had my phone number were my parents and they chauffeured me everywhere so it's not like they needed all that information.

"Hi, you've reached Juliette. I'm at work right now but I'll be off a 4 so leave me a message and I'll call you back!"
"This is Juliette's phone. I'm at home right now so if I don't answer it's because I don't have service or I'm busy! Leave a message."

"Hi this is Juliette, I'm at a piano lesson but I'll be done in an hour. Leave a message!"

I think we can all agree that my biggest mistake was asking people to leave me a voicemail. Voicemails are THE WORST.

Hats.
Bucket hats, newsboy caps, beanies ... it didn't matter. GET ME THE HATS. I also had neon hats and used them to help decorate my neon room. Sadly, I have zero pictures of this. I do, however, have a picture of me wearing a newsboy cap and pigtails and making a modified duck lips face. SPESHUL.


That's all for now because I'm getting sucked into the vortex of old photos and I need to stop before my entire day is wasted and also I'm getting embarrassed looking at all of these pictures thanks goodbye.

Monday, October 6, 2014

A weekend conglomeration (we went to Hooters and stuff)


Ugh, you guys. I don't want to complain that it's Monday because that's what everybody does, but not only is it Monday, it's the Monday after a four-day weekend (should there be a hyphen there? Idk) and I didn't get home until like 2am or something and my sister's dog who sleeps in the bedroom with me kept making some weird and disgusting swallowing/smacking noise and it kind of made me want to vomit but getting out of bed was way too much effort so I just resorted to clenching my teeth and snarling, "COCO. SHUT. UP. NOW." and it didn't work and will you hold please while I go get my 7th cup of coffee?
On Wednesday I made my last drive down to the mountains to visit Keith for the weekend. It was really weird thinking that the next time I make that drive will be when I'm moving there. To live. Indefinitely. Like, until we win the lottery and retire at 30. #whoadreambig

Anyway, on Thursday I woke up bright and early at 9am and procrastinated as much as I could until I decided it was time to go scatter my resume throughout the mountains. I did not eat breakfast because all Keith had in his cupboards was bagels and I'm trying hard to #justsaynotobread so I got a McDonald's iced coffee and hit the road and then everything went downhill.

Did you know it's really nerve-wracking to be sitting in a parking lot realizing your clothes are covered in dog hair and you don't have a lint roller and you need to go into random offices and be judged while people tell you, "Oh, we're not hiring now but we'll keep your resume on file"? Well, it is. And that's why I sat in my car for a good 30 minutes and nervous texted people until I got psyched up enough to go into like, 10 places. Then I decided that was enough and I went to the grocery store and spent an absurd amount of money on food and alcohol because I had big plans to play 'Drinking Jeopardy' that night. But first I watched Hulu and let Clementine sit on my lap and she loved it more than I did.


The rules for Drinking Jeopardy are as follows:
Take a sip any time ...
-Alex Trebek speaks in a [bad] accent.
-A contestant speaks in a [bad] accent.
-Alex Trebek makes fun of a contestant for giving the wrong answer.
-Somebody wagers a "true daily double."
-Don't make up any other rules or you'll be drunk in 5 minutes which you would think is great but trust me it's not.

Thursday night Keith told me "SURPRISE WE ARE GOING TO THE ANGELS VS. ROYALS PLAYOFF GAME ON FRIDAY!" and I was SO excited because hello, it's BASEBALL and I love baseball. We decided to make a day out of it so we left around and got sandwiches (#sayyestobread) (bad blogger didn't take a picture don't care it was delicious) and then we were going to go see The Maze Runner but we passed a Target and decided to go there instead. Then we were like, "Ok now what?" So we went to Hooters like the classy individuals we always are.


And before you ask, NO WE DID NOT GET FRIED PICKLES. We got cheese sticks and alcohol and watched baseball and there were a LOT of people there and then we walked over to Angels Stadium but not before we took a photo. While we were at Hooters I thought of some questions that are plaguing me right now:

-How come the Hooters girls were wearing all black instead of white and orange?
-I think I heard somewhere that the company pays for "body enhancements" if you know what I mean. Is this true?
-What happens if the girls eat too many fried pickles and can't fit into their shorts? Do they have like, weekly weigh ins or something? How is that legal?
-Why couldn't I taste the vodka in my vodka/cranberries?

I'm just now noticing that his sunglasses are messed up and it's driving me insane BUT my hair looks really long so I'm leaving it. And then we took another photo in which neither of us looked drunk. At all.


The Royals won but I didn't care because the Dodgers had lost and I was just "Royally" (get it?) pissed off.

The game ended late and it took us like 3 hours to get home because parking garages SUCK when there are thousands of people trying to exit through one lane. Somebody needs to come up with a better system. Also, it does absolutely ZERO good to sit in a long line of cars who are all waiting to exit and just honk and honk and honk. NO GOOD. DO NOT DO THIS.

Saturday there was just football on allllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll day so I got myself some sweet headphones...


...and caught up on ShondaLand and Parenthood. We can talk about TV shows another time. I don't have time to discuss those train wrecks at the moment.

And Keith cuddled with Clementine and it was pretty adorable.


While sort of watching football but mostly paying attention to Hulu, I learned:

-a "safety" scores the team 2 points if the tackle the other team in their (the other team's) endzone.
-the "endzone" is not the last 10 yards of the field. It's actually the part where you score the touchdown.
-a "touch back" is different than a touchdown.
-a team can decline a penalty if the play made when a penalty was called works out in their favor.
-football is more fun if you enjoy some ninja mimosas while watching.

And that's basically it. On my drive home last night I splurged and got Starbucks and took a photo to document my full-fat full-sugar beverage, and in my effort to rid myself of red eyes I succeeded in making myself look really creepy but I don't care because I also succeeded in making my teeth look really white.

The end bye.