I am going to succeed because I am crazy enough to believe I can.


Hello dolls!

I have been back in Small Town USA as of Saturday night.  Getting to JFK was much more complex than LaGuardia, I will try to never fly there again.  My plane was so small and I had to take the train out of Penn Station to AirTram all alone, so that was nerve wrecking. I also didn’t know which terminal to go to, and unlike the Buffalo airport, that makes a big difference.  I had to walk to the proper terminal because I got off at a stop that didn’t link to Delta.  I had a heavy suitcase, multipurpose tote, and shopping bag -that I refused to check (that would be 25 dollars less shopping money).  Once you get past the transportation issues, I adored New York.

The whole time I was there I was contemplating whether I could see myself living there and I still haven’t come to a conclusion.. but I guess we’ll find out whether I will have the internship opportunity to by the end of the month.  I had 6 interviews with Coach and they all went really well!  I am hoping I get the Visual Merchandising, Fashion Merchandising, or Social Media Marketing ones the most.  One of the interviews was with Reed Krakoff, Coach’s luxury line, and I kind of fudged that one up.  I froze a little with the designer questions, because I prepared myself with Coach information.. not Chanel, Kate Spade, and Tory Burch.  Two of which happen to be huge competitors.  I don’t regret anything though.

I sat across from a pair of Christian Loubitons and I am fairly sure I was one of the youngest people in the room.  This was not necessarily a disadvantage though: because an Associate’s Degree at 18 tends of stand out.  There were 100-150 of us in a big room.  I was intimidated beyond belief, but I tried not to let it show.

One of the interviewers called me the perfect candidate, which made me feel much better.  I name dropped my store manager’s names, the Entrepreneurship project I did incorporating being a possible franchisee of Coach, and new promotional tactics I have been using in the store.  I should have made more copies of my resume to be honest, but I tried to make up for it by blabbing.

Once I left the job fair style interviews, I was so excited that I decided to visit the Webster Apartments a block a way.  My fashion professor recommended them and they were in such close proximity it seemed like a good idea.

They were nice.  I almost suffocated in the cement 10×10 room that would cost me more than 1 grand per month though.  It’s just ridiculous how little money buys you in the big city.

$1400 could rent me  3-4 bedroom house out here.

The common rooms, meal plan, theater, and library looked nice though.  It’s really safe and only for women which makes daddy feel better about the whole thing.  I am still keeping my options open of course, if anyone has any intern housing suggestions near Midtown/Chelsea.

NYU and FIT have dorms that are available.  I wouldn’t be able to visit them before determining where I am staying June-Aug since I’m home now, but I’ll have to deal with that.

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FIT College - small

 

I did not get the chance to tour FIT or LIM during my short time in the city, which is a shame.  I passed FIT buildings a few times, but the weather was crazy and one day LIM even had a snow day.  I was really busy with interviewing, shopping, and going to comedy shows anyways.

The apartment I rented was directly in the middle of Yuppie paradise.  I really liked it.  We were pretty close to everything and walked everywhere to try and burn off all of the gourmet cupcakes we ate.

 I could see myself doing it again, absolutely.

It’s the fact I would be doing it alone that scares me.  My sense of direction is pretty pathetic and I would only know a few people in the vicinity.  I love the diversity and opportunity though.  You need to take risks to get reward I suppose.

I was talking to the nicest lady on the flight back about all the big decisions I have to make.  She said that I give her hope for my generation.  That’s a lot of weight to carry, but hey I’ll take the title.

If she saw me at 1 in the morning before I flew out to NYC trying to decide what to wear for my interview, she might take that comment back though.  I was throwing clothes and had mixed messages going through my head about the impression I wanted to make.  Once I got the interviews, I realized that my red dress would have been fine.. but I played it safe and conservative.

I wore my little black A-line dress, large pearls, and leather quilted boots with black tights. I had light pink lipgloss on and my hair was down.  My sequin coat and sequin scarf were the furthest things from understated, but I left them in the coat room anyways.

My turquoise Coach Isabella popped so well with my outfit.  It was impressive.  After the interview I went back to the apartment and went a more casual route, because we were going to Times Square.

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Times Square is too touristy for me.  If it wasn’t for the 4 floor Forever 21 and Hello Kitty, I would probably never go back.

I don’t like the fact that it looks like day time at night in that area and that it is drowning in consumerism.

That may be an odd comment from someone that wants to break into the Fashion Industry, but there is more to life.  I bought a rainbow coat from the 1960s at a vintage store, but not because there was an abundance of tacky advertisements trying to suck me in… it was because I genuinely liked it.  And that’s the part of fashion I really like: when you can look at something and know that it SCREAMS you.  It represents you and you are proud to wear it.  How many Hollister Graphic Tees would you want to say that about?

Allison

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

 

Raven who? 49% off what?


Dolls,

I decided today I deserved a little splurging.  Being surrounded by thousands of dollars worth of bags daily at work is bound to have that effect.  I survived 3 weeks, don’t I get a gold star or something?  Luckily, I had enough self control to resist the Coach store, although I was tempted.  I keep debating buying our ridiculously cheap leather gloves..

But each time I go into work I get distracted by something bigger and better.  I was never a coach obsessor, although I own some bags.  I adore the multi purpose tote as of recent (fancy wording for a diaper bag, judge me.) as well as EVERYTHING legacy.

It’s never going out of style.  It’s like chocolate, the deep brown sweet bag just sucks you in.. You feel guilty, but like heaven at the same time.

At least the guilt is the result of the price tag instead of calorie count.

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I didn’t cave though!  I left the store after my mini shift, and wandered the mall.

The douche Michael Kors associate pointed out the fact I was eye balling the Hamiltons in my obvious Coach uniform and killed my vibe.

I’m now not purchasing that bag due to hipster wanna be.  He probably could have really used the commission to buy a real outfit too </3 shame.

#sorrynotsorry

Did I mention customer service is a h-you-geeeee deal to me?  It is.  I dunno if it’s because I worked/work retail, or if I just have exceedingly high standards for anything I spend my hard earned money on (even my tax money, which is why I hate that people live off the system.. but that’s another story).

Like LOFT? I typically adore!  But the service was off today, and guess who had a coupon and still walked out empty handed?  All this gushing about missed purchases probably leads you to believe I left the mall bag-less, but not a change.

Don’t worry, it’s still Allison blogging after all.

I’m not sure if it was the anger from the lack of service or just a rebel moment, but I felt the need to buy a graphic tunic from Love Culture.  The brand is essentially a Forever 21 wanna be, but hoochie-er.  If you hunt, they do have cute stuff.

The shirt said “Look like a girl, act like a lady, think like a man, work like a boss.”

Not to preppy, agreed. But do you know how hot I’m going to look at aerobics tomorrow? The back of the top is cut out, perfect to high light my bright blue sports bra.. matched with crop leggings and sneaks I think its possible I just made exercise attire cute. *gasp*

I also bought brown leather-wanna-be flats for work (shhh, don’t tell my boss they’re fake..) and a matching braided belt.  My feet were about to give out, or demand a pedicure, so I took the more cost effective approach and also made an appearance at Aldo where I picked up some machine washable foamy shoe inserts.

Aldo had the CUTEST loafers.

ImageThat suede would fall victim to harsh New York winters though.  I did not want to see them suffer in the salt, I couldn’t buy them.

I did buy another shirt from Rue 21, lace with a pearl and rhinestone studded collar.  These cheap stores aren’t my usual, but I was feeling thrifty and when you did I feel like a learned eye can find a diamond in the rough.

So, that’s how I spent my Super Bowl Sunday.  Raven who? 49% off what?

Allison

PS: The commercials I saw weren’t all that great either.