I am proud to pronounce my daddy preppy.


Hey fashionistas,
It’s been one of those nights. One of those nights where my eyes are red from chlorine and sleep deprivation, my sun burn feels extra painful, the bug bites from the invaders of my “glamour lodge” have become more evident, theres still water in my ear from the pool yesterday, and I could complain for an even longer run-on sentance if I allowed myself to be that gramatically horrific. It’s one of those nights where in New York we are suffering with the humidity and gross warmness of probably 80-85 degrees like those of you reading from the south or west do on a normal basis. The way I laugh at you when you get a dusting of snow and freak out is probably how you would feel about me practically crying over this sufficating warmth. I should be blasting a fan and sleeping peacefully ignoring my dramatic senses, but I can’t.
The combination of all my body ailments, a thunderstorm, and some critters I keep thinking I’m hearing through my walls is making me as alert as ever. It’s not like I’ve had a short day though, it was long and annoying.. I just can’t shut my brain off… and what do I do when my mind is going a mile a minute?
Tell you about it.
Duh.
So today was the great expidition with my daddy, where we went to the outlets to make him look cute.
It happened.
We were on a time crunch and I am proud to say my first style victim was a success, and now I’m going to brag about his purchases as if I bought them myself.
The first store I forced him against his will into was Tommy Hilfiger. Or Tommy Heflerg if you ask my little sister. His eyes went toward orange button downs and pink floral accents, as if I stuck him in a torture chamber. He looked terrified. I believe the phrase “These might be a bit effeminate for me, Al.” was mentioned.
And yeah. Those things were.
But the light orange and white rugby stripe polo? And the navy and baby blue polo? They were far from effeminate. They were masculine and handsome. And something I would dress my imaginary future husband in.
Daddy looked presh.
It didn’t hurt that these polos were 40% off making them $26 a piece. It was hard for him to understand what a deal those tops were, but by the end I got him to open his wallet a little bit more, no worries.
We ventured into every preppy store to follow that I could rattle off. You would be so proud. Nautica, IZOD, Lacoste, Polo Ralph Lauren, Brooks Brothers, J Crew, and Clarks were just a few that I threw him into on our 2 hour time crunch.
By the end of the trip (so that I don’t bore you with notes and bullet points of every proud daughter moment) I was beaming. Daddy had 2 polos from Tommy, a pair of dress shorts from IZOD, dress pants from Nautica, dress shoes from Clarks, and a sports coat in light blue and navy blue houndstooth (I died.) from Brooks Brothers.
Trained him well. Uh yeah I did!
It wasn’t all easy though. I drooled in every store we entered over the womens section, just wanting to try on ever seersucker this and pastel that.. so eventually I did.
And of course I didn’t leave empty handed.
Whoooooops! There goes Friday’s paycheck yet again. My bad.
3 pairs of shorts from J Crew and 1 polo from Nautica later.
I looked chic, preppy, and almost as good as my dad.
Just talking/typing about this is giving me an adrenaline rush right now. Deciding what to wear tomorrow is going to be nerve wrecking!
Due to the factory outlet’s prices being lower than J Crew’s traditional retail environment, I already knew I would save money. But when you through a 40% discount on every pair of shorts due to Memorial Day (God Bless America) on top? And the lady is just so lovely I got to use my college 15% discount from HCCC (Something good had to come out of that place..) too?
WHO CARES IF I HAVE 15 OF J CREW SHORTS THAT I HAVE ACQUIRED SINCE MARCH?
How can a girl resist?
The classical high society atmosphere and soft wrinkle resistant clothing just oozes “buy me, buy me”. When that moment occurs, and you can buy at $25 a pair too? I’d be dumb to not acknowledge this as a sign.
So screw the Sperry Top Siders for now the 3rd week in a row, my friday pay check is coming.
And I just sold 2 items on Poshmark.. so I’ll have $20 to get me through the week :/.
Speaking of which! Check out my new shop my wardrobe badge on the right side on my page, you know you’ve always wanted to see the clothes that make the girl.
Even if they’re last year’s.
Xo,
Allison

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I’ll tell you what I want.. what I really really want -or so I think.


On a non-spice girls level, I wish I knew. I wish I knew what I wanted, because the more this college search continues I don’t know. I thought it was Marist, that school that brutaly denied my acceptance to their facilities, for reasons unknown, but I don’t want to have to┬áprove myself after taking one more class and applying again. Heartbreak the second time through isn’t that much easier, even though I’m boyfriendless, I’m sure of it. I wish there was a neon sign that said “GO HERE ALLISON” on the front lawn of SCAD or Lasell. I wish that someone could give me a lot of scholarship money so that whatever decision I make would be equally as pleasing to my parents. This growing up thing, looked a lot easier when I was younger.

Today I met with a student that goes to SCAD. She was the complete opposite of me, no offense to her. She was nice, but she was blunt. Caroline was a nature loving Michigianian (if that’s not a word, act like it is now) that happened to be gay, opinionated, so OVER Savannah, and talks more than yours truly. The only thing we could’ve had in common was our love of talking, even when people don’t care to listen (ahem, prove me wrong), but she beat me on that one.

She showed me her dorm, which I just hate to feel like I have to settle for. She showed me the area, told me about her exceedingly difficult courses (but how do I know if she is a stellar student that tends to be an overachiever like myself?) and ultimately everything else about her life, but hey it was like the personal REAL tour I never had with other schools. Tuesday at 9:30 is my guided “candy coated” tour, as I referred to it previously. I am intrigued to see that side of the college as well.

The shopping in Savannah doesn’t have the bragging rights I kind of hoped it would. I still think it is absolutely darling, and the accessibility from our particular town house to everything is wonderful, BUT as far as shopping? It’s a tourist trap. It is expensive and made in china with the exception of Marc by Marc Jacobs which I did not get the oppertunity to go into :(.

I’m hoping Tuesday on the ride home we will stop at the outlets. I want something Coach or Lacoste to bring out the inner prep in me that has been so vibrant on this trip. The guys here wear those brands constantly, I have kept my eyes peeled and they were well recieved. Of course, those are the sons of the millionaires that own homes in Savannah for the summer that probably obtain those extensive wardrobes, not Scad students, but they have to exist. Therefore I have hope.

Oh. Another Southern observation. I didn’t even know when St. Patrick’s day was because I am from New York and nobody cares, but down here? Everyone is drunk and green. The guys that are drunk are often found in dresses and everyone else is just blatently green. I didn’t get the memo, so when I came out of mass in a black and white striped dress this morning, the crazy amounts of people in shades of green chilling on the steps confused me considerably. There were even bagpipes and the dude was in a kilt. And he was on holy ground, so I highly doubt he was drunk.

Off to another chic dinner tonight, we have reservations this time :). Dinner last night was PHENOMINAL. Calimari, Baggettes, Flouder wrapped Crab Cakes, the rice/pasta stuff with crab that I am not cultured enough to know the term for, shrimp, asparagus, and garlic mashed potatos <3. Oh I was so happy. OH. The rice/pasta was called risotto. Fabulous.

Tonight I’m thinking of binging on pasta and cheese. Comment if you want to stop me! Oh, and even if you comment, I’ll probably be too busy eating wayyy too expensive lucious dishes to respond.

Love and miss you preppies!

Allison