Back to reality, where 42 degrees is considered a heat wave.


I’m baaaaaaack!  Preps, I just had the most fantastic vacation of my life.  There were some unexpected roadblocks like a thunderstorm and no wifi, but they helped me to appreciate sunny days and internet connection when I had them.  From Monday until Friday I was in paradise.  I got to experience 5 days that were typical of a millionaire/ess at their vacation home outside Panama City.  The ocean views and ritzy boutiques surrounding me took my breath away.  I fell into the life of the rich and famous easily, but there were reminders that I didn’t live there of course.  Knowing I would have to come back was a fact I tried to avoid.  Printing boarding passes and living out of my suitcase made it impossible though.

There were similarities between this trip and my spring break in Savannah, GA last year, but so much has changed.  I was coming from a different place this year, both literally and figuratively.  Even the beaches were different: Savannah was very shelly and rough, with blue water, while Seacrest sand me of sugar with bright green splashing on the shores.  This time I was moving into a family friend’s permanent home for a few days, last time I was with my aunt’s where we rented a townhouse.  It was just incredible to think that Ashley gets to live that care-free lifestyle daily.  I enjoyed both trips, but the difference was leaving this time: I knew I would be back.

I have come to conclusion I now have a goal for the next two years.  I may not know what I am doing tomorrow, but in two years I will live on the gulf of Mexico in Florida.  I will wake up only moments from the beach and like Ashley kept telling me: it will be impossible to feel upset.  “I can’t be angry.” she would say  “I have 4 palm trees in my front yard.”  Do you know how cool that is?  I don’t get that sense of peace from 50 pine trees or a block of cement sky scrapers.  I felt so calm and alive.  I felt like I was supposed to be there, and that’s why it was so hard to leave.

Like my bag of shells, my heart just shattered when it was time to go.

I can’t just pick up my life and go there though.  I am not a millionaire and that would not be my second house.  I have to work so hard to just afford rent there and all I would qualify for right now is a floor level retail position -not enough to live on.  I feel like the best chance I have of getting there is paying my dues and going to FIT for 2 years.  I was accepted last week into the Advertising Marketing Communications program there and after talking to my admissions counselor, I was switched into Fashion Merchandising.

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Theres really no reason why I should refuse the offer to go.  FIT is recognized world wide, and the opportunity is incredible.  I can’t blame money, because it’s a state school and I get instate tuition.  I can’t say it’s not good enough, because there isn’t better.  I need to take the risk, and I need to go, because I know how many doors it can open.

I can go to Florida after I am certified, if I feel the same strong pull to be there.  Until then, I’ll visit as frequently as I can and conquer Manhattan.  After all like the Frank Sinatra song New York New York:

If I can make it there, I’ll make it anywhere.

I’ll grow until then so that Florida is not only ready for me, but I am ready for it.  In 2 years I will be able to sit at a high end restaurant with a glass of wine both legally and affordably.  I will have lived on my own and faced the benefits and trade offs.  I will have earned Florida and Florida will have earned me.  I feel like I will be more respected and successful, because I will have more experience.  It seems that this vacation and the people I met helped me to see that if I expect to ever have this for more than 5 days then I need to go to school.

Realizing where I want to be in two years may not seem like a huge deal to some of my readers, but I lost motivation and determination when I couldn’t figure out what I wanted any more.  In just the past year of posts I can see all of these different places I thought I wanted to be or all the routes I was okay with taking.  I stayed pretty much in my comfort zone consistently  because I assumed that’s how I would get the results I desired… but so far I haven’t.  Therefore I think it’s time to take a risk.

Going to Florida this year, would be an easy decision to make.  Saying that I would just enroll in Business Administration at Florida State University -Panama City would be the simple way of getting what I think I want.. but I compromised my major once before when I thought I knew what I wanted and then I had to make one painful decision to turn it all around.  Instead, this time I’m going to get it all and it’s just going to take some time to get there.

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At this point, I believe I will be in my first day of classes at FIT on August 26th.  I will have been stressing out the night before about what to wear, instead of stressing out about what I’m doing with my life.  I will be taking my days one and a time, because instead of just jumping ideas constantly: I now have a goal.

No decision I ever make tends to be easy.  I learned that a while ago.  I really like this one though, even if it scares me shitless.  This decision reinforces why I needed to leave Canisius.  Talking to my admissions counselor at FIT, she told me if I hadn’t left I would be entering the Associate’s Degree program.  By going to FIT, I know I made the right choice.

Until I end up in Manhattan in August, I’ll be sleeping in a bunk bed in my parents house and working at the outlet mall, like I am right now: doing what an 18 year old is supposed to do.  I don’t love the fact that it’s 42 degrees outside and considered a heat wave because this is upstate New York, but I can deal with it for a few more years in order to see shorts in February later on.

I’m still waiting to hear from Coach about the summer internship, but where I end up with for the summer doesn’t really impact where I’ll be in 2 years.  So whatever happens, is supposed to.

Allison

Ps:  Did you know Nina Garcia, Calvin Klein, Michael Kors, and Nannette Lapore went to FIT?

Ew. Swimsuit Season already?


There are few things I hate more in this world than swimsuit shopping.  Waiting for a video to buffer is irritating, seeing your favorite limited edition Starbucks drink gone from the menu is disappointing, and knowing that Coach will never allow you to wear your brand new emerald green nail polish to work is gut wrenching, but nothing gives you that feeling like swimsuit season.

As I lay in bed thinking about that Cinnabon cinnamon roll I ate earlier, with the calorie count to satisfy a small village, swim suit season guilt overwhelms me.  If you have never experienced that feeling or if you have never bought a one piece, swim skirt, or swim shorts (forget the chubby 5 year old stage, I’m talking in the last 10 years) this blog post is not for you.  Buh-bye.

Who cares about bikinis in March? Welp, I booked tickets for my vacation to Florida April first through the fifth and I do.  I was planning on biking down the beach with my friend Ashley and spending hours upon hours tanning in the sun instead of that tin can of UV rays I recently  bought a membership to.  I glanced out the window at the remains of gross New York snow banks and started to think about what I would wear.  I should probably plan my outfits for my trip to Manhattan this weekend first, but Cinnabon Cinnamon Buns don’t show quite as much through dresses.

 I remember all the Mac and Cheese and Mozzerella Sticks I ate first semester and all of the leggings I’ve worn since.  I recall all the bitches on Twitter back in January being all

“Oh my God! Just ordered 3 new bikinis from Victoria’s Secret! #summer2013 hollaaaaa”

And I unfollowed every last one of you.

I did lose 12 pounds, but that was after the freshman weight gain made an appearance.  In other words, I am no better off than I was last summer.  Actually, that’s a lie.  I am one Cinnabon Cinnamon Bun greater than I was before.

But you try and resist Cream Cheese Frosting after a 9 hour work day.  I didn’t think so.

So, according to society I should be writing a post committing myself to losing weight by April first and yada yada, but I don’t think that’s going to happen.  I think it is much more likely that I will buy another Coach bag (I’m on my second in 2 months, darlings..).

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*This is the latest, her name is Isabelle. 

I’m just going to try not to give Isabelle too many friends between now and April and instead find some figure flattering swim suits PRONTO.

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*but doesn’t this bag look like such a better investment than waterproof spandex?

I almost bought her with Isabelle, but sold her.  She’s in a better (more wealthy) place now.

Now that I’ve pulled myself off the Coach website I’m on Modcloth.  I’m pretty sure it will be my go to site for this dreaded season.  The only danger is, I can’t try on the suit and reject it once I get it and everything looks good if there’s a size 2 model wearing it on the site.

So my fellow Pear shapers, I hope this helps you out.  If not, steer me in the right direction? I’m begging you!

So far… this is the list:

The safe option. The issue is, there is a fine line between vintage and frumpy:

http://www.modcloth.com/shop/onepiece-swimwear/sun-speckled-afternoon-playsuit

The “If I’m feeling adventurous” option:

http://www.modcloth.com/shop/twopiece-swimwear/bathing-beauty-two-piece-in-emerald

The “wild taylor swift-esque” option:

http://www.modcloth.com/shop/twopiece-swimwear/beach-blanket-bingo-two-piece-in-red

The “color of my bedroom walls” option:

http://www.modcloth.com/shop/onepiece-swimwear/bathing-beauty-one-piece-in-violet

I haven’t bought any and will probably put it off as long as humanly possible.. so if you can help me and submit a comment, that’d be fab.  Remember, I blog at ridiculous hours of the night, so if any of these are horrendous, we will just blame that.

Anyways, what do you think my Cinna-buns should dawn on the beach in April?

Allison

 

Random hashtags, style, fitness, and room renovations.


Darlings!! I got the job at Coach, permanently.  It’s so exciting. I like knowing I will have somewhat glamorous dependable income.  Life is crazy and chaotic, but I expect nothing less.  I am a level 2 part timer, which means I work 15-22 hours per week.  I am yet to take the plunge and take advantage of my lovely employee discount, I think I deserve bonus points for that.  Not to say I’m not drooling over shimmery leather bags and signature infinity scarves.  I am saving my pennies for trips to Florida and New York CIty though. I need a change of scenery, I’m just taking online classes mainly after all. I have a pink shoe fund piggy bank, I should tape over that and put saving up for life… And Tory Burch flats. #sorrynotsorry

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I know I’m the biggest traitor ever, but I want a Michael Kors Hamilton Bag too..  Curse my expensive taste! Hourly wage at Coach doesn’t support my desires.  One day.. when I’m a famous magazine writer you’ll see my black pumps with red soles walking away from those items I want now.  They’ll be so 2013. 

My bag from Paris finally came, the maude and tilda one? I like it alot.. but I need to take back my bragging review.  The quality is pretty lame, and I could have had the clever quote screen printed in the USA for like 20 dollars.  I wish I hadn’t paid so much, but I am still happy I have it.  My mom dragged me in a thrift store with her, and wearing a bag that says “Not comfortable prancing around with my Chanel bag” was a hoot.

It wasn’t one of those cute trendy second hand boutiques either.

I’m indulging in wayyyyy too much TV time lately.  The Hills and The Carrie Diaries are my FAV pass times.  I feel fashion inspired with nowhere to wear it.  I am newly obsessed with Lauren Conrad and Whitney Port.  I missed that oh so 2007 phase of the show because my parents banished MTV from my house.  I know the show is fake, please don’t ruin anything more of it for me!  Carrie on the other hand is definitely going to inspire my need to watch Sex and the City after this.  I adore living through these TV shows.  I was talking to one of my long distance best friends about fickle friends and I referred to Lauren Conrad as my very picky best friend. Kinda wish I was kidding.

The girls on these shows TOTALLY drive my desire to look supurb by spring break.  They’re ridiculously fit.  I have lost 12 pounds since I left Canisius though so they are a positive influence! Aerobics KILLS my ass, but its going to be one perky rear end when I’m done with it.  Bowling starts at the end of February, and although it’s not exherting that much energy it has more impact that I do lounging on my lovely bedding in my BEA-UTIFUL re-fabbed room!

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Well technically it’s jenna’s and mine.  Just picture marilyn and audrey up there. MMMMM. Vintage and modern heaven. I cannot wait to get a desk and vanity in there.  It’s going to be so victorian chic.  Those style icons with gorgeous bone structure with also influence the lifestyle change occurring now.

I NEED TO INVEST IN A PEDOMETER TO WEAR AROUND COACH. I get freaking shin splints and swear I walk miles over an 8 hour shift in that tiny store.  I need comfier shoes.. I adore my British Tan riding boots, don’t get me wrong… I just think leather flats would be more appropriate.

I ditched the button down already. Starched and pressed collars are too much work.

Dear Lord, I sound like such a lazy prep.. I’m going on Forever 21 right now to buy fake pearls. #judgeme