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A Night with Style Makers

The last Wednesday of each month, in the back corner of the very chic Trade, a group of stylish Bostonians get together to talk industry over cocktails. (In my case, lots of cocktails.) 

I was invited to Style Makers by the wonderful team from Bow and Drape, and was excited to check it out.  I was pleasantly surprised when a group of my new blogger buddies showed up, plus the hosts Amy and Tiffani, are wonderful!  Admittedly, I spent a majority of the night discussing boys, local drama, and the job hunt, rather than fashion.  But it didn't really matter, I had a fantastic time and look forward to attending more meet-ups! 

My dress is an $8 vintage piece from Garment District - Photo from Tiffani

I wasn't kidding about the cocktails...

If you are a part of the Boston style industry, in any way, definitely check out Style Makers and follow them on Twitter!

Cooking 101: Guacamole

Guacamole is my favorite thing to cook. Maybe because it involves no actual cooking, but mostly  because it's so darn delicious.  My older sister, the real Betty Crocker of the family, taught me how easy it is to make guac when I was in college.  People are always impressed when you show up with the yummy green dip at a party. "Wow, you know how to make guacamole?!". Duh you do, it's easy as pie. (It's actually way easier, they should change that saying to easy as guac.)

Here's what you do:
1 avacado
1/2 tomatoe
1/2 small red onion
1/2 lime
salt

Chop up the avocado, tomato, and red onion. (I prefer a chunky dip.) Mix them with a fork, do not smoosh.  Squeeze lime over the mixture and sprinkle salt (both amounts to your liking).  Eat.

Tip #1: Cut out the seeds and mushy part from the inside of the tomato. That way, your guac doesn't have extra watery stuff or unnecessary seeds. Also, because I said so.

Tip #2: Buy this stuff.  We've always marinated steaks in this special salt, and yesterday I used it instead of regular salt in our guacamole. #Amaze.

Tip #3: Put the avocado pit in the dip.  This is one of those things that my Mom does, so I do it without asking questions. She says it works, so it has to, right?  Well, the bf asked "but, why?" because he is a smarty pants and wanted a real, aka scientific, answer.  The pit-trick doesn't actually help as much as I expected, but here's the scoop (pun-intended).

Enjoy being the most popular person at the party!

#EnjoyLife

I am beyond excited to have all of next week off. Vaca time! I've had so many mini issues causing stress that it's almost become this constant subconscious feeling.  Even at yoga class, I have trouble getting to my happy place.  One of my true, physical, happy places is Brant Lake, NY.  The bf and I will be driving out there for the long weekend to celebrate the Fourth with my extended family. They are the best.  I'm never happier than when surrounded by these genuine, hilarious, intelligent people I have known since birth...swimming in a lake and reading in the sun.

I cannot wait to take a deep breath and enjoy every minute of my vacation.


*I'm having trouble finding the source of this photo. I Instagrammed it from Upworthy, but I can't find it on their site anymore. If you know the source, please email me so I can properly credit! Thanks!

The Story of Oxford Shoes and the Man that Walked Away

Below is an unedited conversation with my very good friend and writing companion, 'Dave'.  He has a lovely  hilarious website called Dave on the Dole where he posts about the adventures of an unemployed 20something living at home with his parents who don't appreciate his rearranging of their kitchen cabinets. (You should really check it out, especially if you enjoy crude humor and Irish men.) 

Enough about him... As you know, I have dozens of interests, one of which happens to be masculine footwear.  This story has become a running joke with my friends, and reveals more about me than just my style. Read on to find out why I trashed a perfectly good pair of oxfords (but don't judge my chat grammar, it's horrendous). 

Sent at 10:28 AM on Tuesday

me: Have you read the Man Repeller?

I commiserate with her, bc i've always (well, used to) dress differently than other people, not care, wear weird shit

in 8th grade I wrote song lyrics on a pair of pants in permanent marker and wore them to school

i also had pants with comic book faces on them

Dave:  ....................................

me:  where did i get this shit

I should write this down

Sent at 10:39 AM on Tuesday

Dave:  I think you have your next post

me:  i wasn't done with that story yet..

BUT WAIT! there's morrrreeee!

(infomercial voice)

i tend to buy manly shoes

i don't know why

when oxford shoes were in style like two years ago, i wore them

black shiny ones

wore them to a bar one night. a guy was chatting me up, super cute, okay convo, yada yada

15 minutes or so into it, he looks down

he sees my shoes

he was going to marry me...until he looked down...at my shoes

Sam was there (my bff)

The guy just stopped. mid sentence. and goes "what are those?"

I tried to explain...i tried to save our marriage

#fail

he walked away

STRAIGHT UP WALKED AWAY

from this beauty!

bc of my shoes!

i threw them out that night

Sent at 10:44 AM on Tuesday

Dave:  I'm having a hard time figuring out your thought process for buying those shoes and his thought process for walking away

me:  i bought the shoes bc they were trendy

and i notoriously like manly shoes

he walked away bc they were ugly

and manly

he didn’t want to marry a girl in man shoes, i suppose

The End.