thought i’d have a bit of a sale for the month of February, making it super easy for us to make it official. love is the air! let’s partner up and junk. january so far has been a banner month over here, so if you’d like to put your blog, shop or business on blast to thousands of really awesome people, shoot me an email to reserve your spot for next month at these discounted rates.
per uge, thanks for all the support. you’re as awesome as a proper fitting bra.
on Harper >> top & shoes: target // coat: old navy, thrifted // jeans: gap. on Mandy >> top: gift from Ruche // necklace & bangles: F21 // jeans: gift from Levi’s // shoes & watch: target.
this weekend is pretty rad so far. saturday we went to Elle’s birthday party and it was fantastic. Harper insisted on wearing sparkly shoes because it was a party. girlfriend already knows that parties call for sparkles. i didn’t even teach her that. ::side eye:: anywho, when i told H that Elle was 2, she yelled “WE AREN’T THE SAME?!” and was really distraught for a bit. nothing a little waffle bar followed by cake before noon couldn’t fix.
Scot and i stepped out to a dinner party (doesn’t that sound so grown up? i assure you it isn’t) at Bree and Barhams where we they made some amazing ramen noodles and we all played cranium.
let me tell you about how good of a team Barham and i are. last year at a similar party at our house we were teammates and on our turn, i was supposed to draw Picasso for him to guess. i drew a mans head, with a big ear, and an X through it with an arrow like it was falling off. he yelled “PICASSO!” and we totally won even though i drew Van Gough. the drawing still hangs on our fridge because it was that ridiculous.
last night we teamed up again and at one point i was supposed to hum “stand by me” for him to guess. i hummed “lean on me” loud and clear for a good 60 seconds and he yelled “STAND BY ME!”. we did it again. wrong song. i’m pretty sure our fellow players are sick of winning things by just thinking the same things are something else. hilarious.
this morning there is snow outside! i thought we wouldn’t see any this year with the temps we’ve been having. annnnywho, hope you are all in the midst of a wonderful and relaxing weekend. i see some thrifting in my future.
this week started off kuckoo bananas. i found myself in a lovely city (san francisco) for an unreasonably short amount of time (like 31 hours from touch down to take off) doing something so cool i had to keep pinching myself (seeing your name after “talent” on a production book isn’t exactly the first thing you think of when you start a baby blog in 2009). it was a whirlwind that i will never forget and likely never stop feeling grateful for. i will share the finished product with you guys pretty much the second i’m informed that it’s done.
SF welcomed me with gorgeous 65 degree sunshine, delicious food and a king size bed that was so comfortable i felt mocked when my alarm went off at 4:30 am on the only morning i was lucky enough to wake up in it’s gloriousness. it also welcomed me with an early monthly gift (most likely from the self produced stress – srsly i had no idea it was even on it’s way) which produced a really fun TP stuff-and-waddle to the corner 711 at 5 in the morning. nothing like a little pre-dawn humiliation to bring your ass back down to earth, no?
sorry male people?
i also got to meet my friend Meg for the first time, after knowing each other for 4 years. we had wine (hi, duh) and ate the most glorious brussel sprout dish ever to grace my mouthparts. i still can’t stop thinking about them. i know, get a life right?
once i was home, there were massive amounts of cuddles. interspersed in those moments of cuddles were moments of a tiny terrorist trying to plot my death. three is an….interesting age. it’s fun, yet, um, challenging. it’s…ok it’s like repeatedly punching yourself in the face and then jamming said face into a vat of nutella. is what it’s like. super painful and then really sweet. over and over.
but then she drew Goofy (seriously do you see that? i can’t even draw Goofy that well). so i mean.
also, beer.
let’s look at a few things i loved on the internet this week:
e tells tales asked her readers to anonymously comment their honest goals for the new year. 420+ comments later. refreshing honesty from lots of people. pretty kick ace.
this skirt Ellen made for Tessa is sew cute (omg see what i did there just then)! i wish i knew how to sew/had a sewing machine.
a valentine exchange – how fun! probably a lot more fun than in 5th grade when i wrote “i hate you” to the other Amanda in my class on her valentine and got in big trouble. i’m guessing.
the pugly pixel always has AMAZING tutorials and goodies for bloggers and this is one i can’t wait to sit down and try.
i met these two lovelyladies in SF also. you should check them out if you never have.
and one of the better videos i’ve seen in the whole Sh*t Blank People Say meme. funny.
like, the heavens (or whatever) opened up, michael c. hall looked down upon me and smiled. johnny depp did a roundhouse kick while kittens licked a tattoo of a narwhal onto me as an IV drip of the most perfect americano poured into my veins.
i had my first bra fitting.
you guys. LIFE CHANGING.
those of you who have had one, or multiple even, like normal people who don’t put off things like i do, probably just threw your hands up and yelled “I KNOW RIGHT!”. those of you who are in my boat and have never had one probably just covered your boobs at the thought of having someone fit you for a bra.
i’m here to suggest demand each and every one of you run, don’t walk, your ladies into a bra fitting RIGHT MEOW.
i was one of those lucky/unlucky ones who got boobs at the age of like 9 and got to figure out how i felt about that at the same time everyone else got to figure out how they felt about that. it was terrible, awkward, and i have never had a very good relationship with my boobs because of it. i resent them for lots of reasons – they made guys oogle me, take me less seriously, and most recently, they didn’t help me feed my baby when i needed them to. they aren’t my favorite, is what i’m saying.
so i guess instead of trying to make them the best they could be, i punished them by completely ignoring what would help them kick ace. LIKE A PROPER FITTING BRA. so i bought cheap bras at target in whatever size i assumed i was.
i’ve been wearing a 38 C or D for as long as i can remember. where did i get this number? one can only guess.
so last week, i was getting my stuff packed for a very important trip where i’d be on camera a lot. i told Scot there was no way i could go do such a thing with my ladies being all sad and…well, really effing sad. so i went to nordstrom for my first ever bra fitting. at 30 years old. that is approximately 21 years of boob-life without so much as someone measuring me or telling me my cup size.
so you can imagine my surprise/horror/omgwtf-ness as my boob handler matter-of-factly told me i was a 32DDD.
::crickets::
and you can imagine her surprise/HORROR/OMGWTF-ness as i informed her that i have been wearing OH MY GOD NOT THAT SIZE for my whole life. i wasn’t sure if she was going to hit me or pass out. i can only imagine what it’s like for a boob handler to hear how terribly boobs have been mistreated and neglected. it probably hurts their heart something fierce. suddenly in my head, my boobs in a bra too large and ill fitting sadly moped across a screen while sara mcLachlan sang in the background. i had the ASPCA commercial of breast situations happening.
she couldn’t get me the right size fast enough. within minutes my sisters were holstered into the most amazing, well fitting, glorious boob holster i had ever worn. it had memory foam cups you guys. and when i heard the size of my boobs, i was terrified i’d look like some sort of adult film star with the right size bra, but NO, they looked perky and not too big at all and that is when i saw ryan gosling. and he was all “hey girl. your boobies look hot today”.
since i doubt it’s appropriate to mouth kiss a boob handler, i thanked her profusely for changing my life and promised i’d come back to her for more bras in the near future (because let’s face it, i now own ONE bra that actually fits). when i put my old bra back on to go pay and leave, i think i heard my boobs say the f word. it wasn’t until then when i realized how dire my situation had been.
i will be mortally offended if those of you who have never had a bra fitting do not heed my advice to buck up and go get one. ESPECIALLY those of you with larger sisters. your life will be altered forever. your clothes will fit differently, your boobs will look amazing and you will all around be more comfortable. please do it. for the boobies.
tips before you go: shave your armpits and pick the sales person that looks the most friendly. they don’t see everything but you are in a bra-only situation. if you’re a mom, this probably won’t even bother you as everyone and their brothers have probably seen your nipples at some point, amirite? this is actually MILD compared to pushing a crotch monkey out of your nether regions.
be prepared to be at least a little bit shocked at your actual size. i mean, i was wearing a bra SIX INCHES too big for me around the chest. and 3-4 cups sizes TOO SMALL. no wonder my boobs were BFF’s with my belly button. GET THESE TATA’S SOME SUPPORT FOR CRYING IN THE RIVER. i learned that your shoulder straps should never be at the tightest, and same with your clasps in the back. that means the whole party is too big. there is also a correct way to get into a bra that involves a little shimmy at the end so they get into place. i went to nordstrom and had a wonderful experience, but i know a lot of places do bra fittings.
ok, i’m done. i think. hope you could read the post ok over the SINGING OF MY BOOBS. they have never been so happy.
now go back and re-read taking a drink every time you see the word boob. cheers!
thought i’d have a bit of a sale for the month of February, making it super easy for us to make it official. love is the air! let’s partner up and junk. january so far has been a banner month over here, so if you’d like to put your blog, shop or business on blast to thousands of really awesome people, shoot me an email to reserve your spot for next month at these discounted rates.
