We knew this day would come, we knew it all along.


I survived my first week on house arrest- I mean at home. It’s gotten better though, in all seriousness.  I am working like crazy, and classes start tomorrow so the chaos is guaranteed to continue.  Good thing I thrive off of it, or at least don’t have time to cry about it when I am busy.  I had yesterday and today off from designer territory, but I work every day for the rest of the week.  I went and spent my days with my Canish-loves and I needed it.  When I wasn’t a blubbering idiot, I did absolutely nothing.  It was glorious.  We watched the sports games (which I still don’t understand, but I don’t care) and I wore medium wash jeans instead of indigo -because %!*$ you Coach uniform.

I ate crappy food, and slept in an uncomfortable dorm bed.  I gossiped until 3 am with my math major roommate and I never would have left the tunnel system if the Chapel for Sunday night mass wasn’t outside of the tunnel system.  I lived on Sweet Tea with extra sugar and wore a Ralph Lauren baseball hat because I only dry shampooed my hair today.  I was back at college and I absolutely loved it.  I missed it so much, I can’t explain it.  None of those uncomfortable or disgusting things about college in particular, just the combination with friends to die for is worth it.  It’s only been a week, I’ve already broken down more times than I can count, and I doubt each time I visit it will become any easier.  I have this feeling of vulnerability and displeasure.  I have no choice though, I have roughly 107 more days until I am certified in Fashion Merchandising and my friends have approximately 15 weekends (I’m not counting spring break and Easter) to deal with me on.  Thankfully, my friends sympathise and have not wished me away yet.  My parents have given up on comforting me, but they let me take the fashion forward 2007 Grand Caravan to go to the mall pretty much whenever.  I plan on coming back again this coming weekend to Canisius for a Philip Phillips concert, as long as Coach decides not to ruin my life and call me in to work.  As I tweeted earlier, there are shopping carts accruing online, so I can’t wait for Wednesday night’s pay check to vanish into thin air.

Other festivities taking place in the Deutschman house?  The remodeling of Jenna and my bedroom.  It was a compromise renovation that I am starting to become pleased with, we’ll just see how many years after I am moved out of the house it takes to complete it.  The black chandelier hangs from the ceiling above my bed reminding me I am not at Canisius any more, but I would rather cry surrounded by sparkle and lavender any how.  We live in an 1890s Victorian house.  The architecture and crown molding give it character, but there is a lack of closet space in my particular bedroom so we have a few things to work around during this process.  I am hoping to find a cute little vanity, desk, and armoir for the room.  Like some dorm rooms, we will have bunk beds.. but it beats sharing a Queen with my sister that breaths like Darth Vadar and kicks like the Karate Kid.  I’ll have a full mattress to share with my stuffed bunny, just the way I like it.  The rolling rack is present again, holding a surplus of winter cardigans and dresses.  If you squint past the One Direction and Puppy posters, I clearly live in that room, but it’s not personalized like the cork board walls holding photos and memorabilia in a spotlight of the dim LED lighting of 117 Bosch.  Staying at Canisius in my old bed and room without anything on the walls felt cold and depressing.  I can only imagine how Rachel feels staring at something so starchy and sparkle-less.  She talked about hiding a cat in the room, because nobody would notice.. And quite frankly? My half of the room with dinged up walls and faded oak furniture looks like the perfect atmosphere for a cat’s litter box.

The title of this blog post comes from Daylight by Maroon 5.  I am addicted to the song for relatable reasons, obviously.  No, there is not a prince charming I am missing at school that “I will have to slip away” from.. Lets not be delusional little preps.

It just was stuck in my head all last night, knowing “when the daylight comes, I’ll have to go”

 

 

Dress well, think well.


It’s incredibly hard to believe my first semester at Canisius ends on friday.  I have extremely mixed feelings about it.  I’ve made GREAT friends here, I get to do pretty much whatever I want.. I know how to get around by bus and metro even though I don’t have a car and it’s always exciting and adventurous.  Some of the adventure, like shootings, robberies, getting lost, paying bills, and figuring out life for myself aren’t easy.  It especially feels difficult because it’s finals week this coming week and when all I want to do is curl up in a ball watch movies and stuff my face with chocolate.. it’s discouraging.  But I’m proud of my grades, and plan on kicking butt on the final.  I went to the mall to finish some Christmas shopping tonight, and rewarded myself with a purchase as well.  Momma might not believe me, but I do my best work when I’m well dressed.  It may be a mindset, but hey any excuse to buy an infinity scarf and sparkly sweater.

27705861-02img-thing

 

I can’t escape the leggings, sweaters, and scarf trend.  I absolutely adore it.  Maybe it’s because I’m allowed to indulge and still fit into clothing, unlike bikini season? But whatever I’m not a VS Angel, so I deserve to treat myself once in a while.

Tonight I’m eating chocolates momma sent me, sipping tea with my friend Mia and watching PS: I Love You.  It may be your stereotypical girls night, but I need it.  I’m long overdue for girl time and I need to indulge.  I think if I go to bed by 2 after a night of low key fun, I will be able to wake up for the Kate Spade sale on ebay tomorrow starting at 6am.

#sorrynotsorry

I love a good deal and 75% off Kate Spade when you have connections for Santa (; this X-mas season, is very exciting.  I just need to wake up and find the perfect purse.  I still want to indulge in a Michael Kors Hamilton bag and Tory Burch flats, but we’ll prioritize that once I find out about getting a job for the break.  I have a babysitting gig lined up for New Years Eve and I put in applications to Target and Jo Anne’s, but I’m yet to hear.  I also applied to substitute teach in my sibling’s new school district, so I’m really hoping I get that.  It’s somewhat flexible and temporary since it’s hard enough to find someone that wants you to work for only a month.

This month off is going to be heavenly at first, enjoyable over X-mas… but it could get extremely boring extremely quick.  I’m trying not to go in with that attitude, but I don’t have friends in Youngstown since I moved there the day before I moved into college and have only been home 4 times.  All very family oriented occasions.

My mom says we’ll go to the gym, and we can shop.. but to do that I need to get a job.  I also need to take the car and explore the town, because I refuse to get lost like Black Friday again.  I just want to make sure I get a sense of independence when I go home, because I thrive on it.  I am looking to dedicate a lot more time to my blog and fashion articles over the break.  So if all else fails, the internet will continue to be my escape mechanism.  Feel free to approach me with things, I am always open to opportunities.  My e-mail is preppylogic15@yahoo.com.

Speaking of Fashion, and since I’m assuming you’re interested cuz you’re on a fashion blog.. have you seen the article written on Anna Wintour? More power to her.  Politics and fashion merging, thats practically a dream.  Check it out on http://www.refinery29.com/2012/12/40241/anna-wintour-ambassador

Allison

Sometimes I feel like Marilyn Monroe.


It’s almost like anticipating my homework is so much worse than doing it.

I woke up this morning, missed mass at 9 initially so I went to 11, and felt a storm of stress pressing down on me. I let it ruin my day, and sure 90% of my day was filled with homework, but I survived didn’t I?

And I got done more than I expected. Remember that To-do list I posted a few blogs back? Well if you don’t, I suggest you subscribe so that you never miss a beat ;), but I made a dent in that list! *applause*

And now you know what I am making a dent in? Cookies and Cream icecream.

It’s phenominal. Don’t judge me.

My molar? Cap thing? Fell out. And I’ve had a stuffed face (sinuses, nose, and ears haha) for the last what seems like an eternity, so this ice cream feels heavenly and I just had an epiphany. I can actually taste it.

It’s 9:17! I am in AWE to say that it is a high possibility I will not be studying for my business organization quiz (I’ve given up honestly) and will be in bed before nine. After I’m done blabbering about my life and playing Marilyn Monroe by Nicki Minaj  (it’s so good. so easy to relate to, which says a lot from a non-rapp loving preppy)  for the 10th time in a row I believe I am going to move on with my brilliant ideas for fashion camp and gawk at all things glittery on Oriental Trading.

These 9-11 year olds are going to be the most fashionable girls since I was their age.

I’m the one on the end, just in case you’re blind (: and oh, I was in my prime during this photo. Nine and as naive as they come. I’ll take that back any day.

Anybody want to trade? Ask your kids. The only thing I would like is to be allowed to pick out my own clothes. I was never big on someone forcing me into overalls (my mother wasn’t exactly as blessed in the naturally gifted style department as I am…) and I still wouldn’t be.

I do like the pre-matched sets you can buy at Ralph Lauren for girls though.

Very preppy.

Just a note. (;

This photo from Ralph Lauren is how cute I THOUGHT I looked in my roses dress.

Little did I know I would look back on all of my younger wardrobe and not feel the same love. I’m learning with age though, 1/3rd of my wardrobe is absolutely classy.

The other 2/3rds? Are perfect when mixed with the other third but if I was honestly completely happy with my wardrobe, why would I still be making mall trips?

It’s simply coincidental that the fabulous third is all my hand wash and delicates.

Thank God I’m not going away to college. My mother is a wonderful person for addressing those.

(insert imaginary photo of her here, she hates pictures :()

Love you all, almost as much as her.

Allison

Call it a curse, or just call me blessed. If you can’t handle my worst, you aint getting my best. Is this how Marilyn Monroe felt? Must be how Marilyn Monroe felt.