Truth

Sweatshirt: F21, Shoes: Dillard's, Pants: Old Navy, Watch: Target, Clutch: Borrowed

If you were ever wondering what happens on the days that I don't check in here, rest assured, I don't go naked.  Sometimes (usually) I actually wear outfits.  Unfortunately, I have these nasty little boogers called late classes this semester and I usually get home too late (read: it's dark and I look terrible with flash photography) to take pictures of myself.  Not to mention my dark circles come out at night when I'm tired, and those are not for the weak of heart to view.  So we are left with a total of four days to take pictures and at least two of those do not require me to get dressed.  My yoga pants have their work cut out for them.  And I don't do yoga.
In other news, I am still buried beneath a pile of editing among other things I'm supposed to be working on "cough" class reading "cough."  I also got these shoes on a 65% off sale.  I was on a shoe ban, but then I saw these darlings glowing at me from their box.  And even on a ban, I make an exception for need.  65% off neon yellow heels certainly falls within that category.  On the downside, I got a mega blister wearing these and I have had to wait like a week to wear them again.  Like literally, I was limping by the end of the day.  All in the name of cute shoes.
I threw a wreath-making party this past weekend for some friends and I highly recommend letting grown women go to town with some craft supplies, wreath forms, and a few bottles of wine.  Although, I caution you to decrease your usage of the hot glue gun as you increase your consumage of the wine.  Word to the wise.  I'm thinking we may do another one around Christmas...brunch style.
And that's about all I have for ya folks!  I need to get off my rear and go work out before I have to leave for a torture session class.
See ya soon!
Love,
Ramsey

Half Way

Top: Borrowed, Shorts: F21, Boots: Dillard's, Watch: Target, Bag:  NY and Co.

 

Can anyone else believe we are already half way through September?  I mean, when did that happen?  And who wants to help me catch up with that first half in the next half?

On a more positive note, only two more months 'till fall!  Because here fall is only a state of mind until November.  A state of mind that includes eating lots of candy pumpkins.  And trips to Wal-Mart.  Because it is most definitely October in there.  They got the pumpkins and mums in last week.  Be still my heart!  I go in at least once a week, just to keep convincing myself that somewhere in the northern parts of this here country there are people experiencing sweaters, falling leaves, and boots that don't elicit stares from their sandal-clad counterparts.  You can bet your bottom the hot weather isn't going to stop me from enjoying some apple cider real soon.  Or my boots.  Obviously.  Even if I am sweating in them.  The lengths I go.

I hope fall has hit wear you are!  If not, light a cinnamon apple candle and raise your glass of cider with me and we will pretend.  My specialty.

Love,

Ramsey

2nd Timer

Dress and Necklace: c/o Sparkle, Shirt: Old Navy, Bag: MK, Watch and Sunnies: Target

I wore this outfit two days in a row  But only for half a day each, so it really only counts as one as far as I'm concerned.  Not that that has stopped me before.  Sometimes if I like an outfit enough, I'll just wear that sucker right to sleep and straight through the next day.  That's only a mild exaggeration.  I've been known to wear one outfit all. weekend. long.  It's not that I don't have cleanliness standards on weekends, they just tend to be low ones.  Also, I make it a point to be generally lazy on weekends and not get dirty.  I also have a strong affinity for dresses that feel like pajamas.  While I'm spilling personal details, I also ate a sinful cupcake today and I am writing this post from a pedicure chair.  A pedicure that I desperately needed, given the disgraceful condition of the worn-off polish job I had before.  So now that all of my secrets have been spilled out here on the internets, please continue to enjoy your Sunday.  Also please note that I knew what day it was.

 

Love,

Ramsey

What Day is it?

Top: F21, Pants: Gap, Shoes: Plato's Closet, Clutch: Vintage Gucci

 

I am honestly not sure what day I wore this outfit.  This week has be craazay!  I have literally had to sit for a minimum of 30 seconds each day trying to figure out what day it is.  Also, I don't remember where Tuesday went.  Did we have one of those this week?  This is what happens to my brain when I have deadlines, deadlines, deadlines.  Confusion and short term memory loss.  Which doesn't say much (positive) about my future.  Thank goodness gracious for lists.  I don't know what I would do without a notebook full of them.  Probably not be able to get dressed in the morning.  Would you believe I actually have a list of outfit ideas I want to try?  I made it on one of those days that my closet and I were totally understanding each other and best buddies.  Which never happens, by the way.  Also, this outfit wasn't on the list.  It was just an obvious choice.  The top is new and I wanted to ease it into my wardrobe before really getting into the depths of remixing with it.  Wouldn't want to scare it away on the first wear.   

I've said all this to say, I'm sorry for not remembering when I posted last, but have an awesome Thursday (if it is, in fact, Thursday).

Love,

Ramsey

P.S. Sorry if you were unable to view my blog for the past few days because I exceeded my bandwidth (apparently).  Also, I have no idea what bandwidth is really.  But apparently that was my problem.  So, problem fixed.  Carry on.

Outdoorsy

Dress: c/o Sparkle, Scarf: Gift, Boots: Dillards, Bag: Gucci

 

Actually, that would be misleading as I am not, at all, outdoorsy.  But I did go to the new Bass Pro last week.  We are feeling mighty uptown here in Tallahassee with the addition of a Dicks Sporting goods and a Bass Pro shop opening within a few weeks of each other.  It's a man's world.  And it clearly doesn't take much.  Anyway, I ventured in the other day to pick out a few things for Dusty boy and let me tell you.  It was like a combination between a Duck Dynasty family reunion and an amusement park.  There were children and beards everywhere.  They had free cake and donuts to offer to everyone who walked in.  Aaand there were race cars and concession stands outside.  Concession stands.  Who needs Disney world when you have a sporting goods store opening like this!?  And all this jazz was at 10:00 am.  On a Thursday.  Which means we probably should have joined in on the grand opening the night before.   I bet they even had blow up slides!  I am not above losing my adult integrity for a blow up slide and cotton candy.  Never.  While I didn't find anything to suit my fancy inside, I managed to grab some goodies for Dusty and gawk in amazement at our fancy, new shop.  Conveniently located between Costco and Wal-Mart.  I think Dusty will be going grocery shopping with me a lot more often now.

I hope your Monday was joyous.  Sorry about the utter lack of posting last week.  I fell off the face of the blogosphere.  My apologies.

Love,

Ramsey

Fail

I didn't take outfit pictures today. I'm sure whoever is reading this won't sleep tonight because of the suspense. I had a super busy day and accomplished enough to justify my utter laziness tonight. In my mind. I also ate an entirely unjustified Klondike bar (chocolate on chocolate). Jillian would not be pleased. But Dusty said if there are Klondikes in the house, you must eat at least one. Man law. I'm going to defer to him on that. Ok. Nighty night. It is 10:22 and you can bet I'm going to be lights out by 10:30.

Love,
Ramsey

Thank you Jillian

Jumpsuit and Jewelry: c/o Sparkle, Shoes: UO

Sorry for what didn't happen with my brain yesterday.  I have no idea what got into me last night, but I was poooooped.  We shall see if I manage to stick with this whole ripped in 30 days ordeal.  I've probably only made it through about a week in the past, so I'm not putting a whole lot of stake in my motivational abilities.  I have been waddling like a duck all day and you should see me try to sit on the toilet. Actually you probably shouldn't because that would be both awkward and inappropriate.  But I will tell you it takes around 30 seconds and the use of both arms and there are a few seconds of free fall that are altogether frightening.  Here's hoping my muscles go ahead and wake their little selves up before I break a bone.  Or a toilet seat.  Nothing puts you in your place like getting your booty kicked by a 30 minute workout video.  Between that and law school, humble should be my middle name very soon.
Ok, now I need to go write a memo on a legal motion that I am oh so very interested in.  Which is why I first procrastinated with this post.  And if I had any more remotely interesting tidbits from my day, I would absolutely share them with you, just to delay the "fun" a little longer, but judging by that last paragraph, I highly doubt you are on the edge of your seats right now.  So I'm just going to say so long, happy Wednesday night, and I hope to see you tomorrow.  Perhaps with a little less TMI.

Ok, who am I kidding, what would I blog about if not for TMI.
Love,
Ramsey

P.S.: If you are wondering about Sparkle (where I have been getting all of the adorable and unique clothes) and live in or near Tallahassee, you should absolutely check out the store in Midtown.  And you can always visit the Facebook page for a taste of what will be there!



Past My Bedtime

Pants: Brooke and Nicole, Top: Plato's Closet, Shoes: UO, Necklace: c/o Sparkle, Bag: Michael Kohrs, Belt: F21

It's almost ten.  I started Jillian Michael's Ripped in 30 this morning and I don't know if I'll move tomorrow.  I seriously did not realize how out of shape I  was until I was huffing and puffing to lift myself off the floor with Jillian yelling at me from the TV and my red face streaming with sweat.  I have a headache.  I still have reading to do and am definitely contemplating leaving that until tomorrow.  Procrastinator.  Dirty rotten procrastinator.  My brain is only working in chopped-off complaints right now.  When did I get so old that ten became late for bedtime?  I think Labor Day weekend spoiled me with it's late mornings.  I really didn't do anything productive before 11 am for three days straight.  Amazing.  Now my body (and brain) are rebelling the sudden transition from sleeping in late and living on carbs to healthy food and activity.  I am a very good couch potato.  First class.
And there you have a brain dump from a Tuesday (Monday in my mind) night.  Scary, isn't it?
Here's to hump day tomorrow, aye?!
Love,
Ramsey