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February 2016

Dear LulaRoe, aka my new favorite thing

random me February 20, 2016

How I love thee, let me count the ways. Ok, before I start waxing poetic about my new favorite clothing thing (LulaRoe) , let me tell you how I got to this place.

Weight, specifically mine, has been a problem for a while. Ok, truthfully, since I was a teenager, but let’s not split hairs. Over the past 6 months, I’d packed on enough pounds that most of my clothes were not fitting me in a way that I could comfortably wear out in public. Not quite worth throwing everything away and dedicating myself to a life in mumus, but close. Since, the early winter, I’d been on a constant cycle of steroids (hello 19 lbs) and then I jacked up my foot in a way that pretty much had me sitting on my butt for 2 months. Pity calories, butt sitting, and there you have it, most of my clothes were pretty uncomfortable. I needed to augment my wardrobe for the spring in clothes that would have some flexibility as I start to lose weight (and I’m already down a few) and not have to go keep running out and buying more things with every 10lbs that goes away. . Yeah, I’m that person that will wear the same stuff over and over and over.

Enter LulaRoe. So, a few months ago, one of my girlfriends invited me to a Pop-Up (Home party) with this clothes and I blew it off thinking “nothing will fit, i don’t do cutesy clothes”. EXPANDING that, I, being the snot that I am, thought “i don’t need to wear Multiples” as a practically middle-aged woman.

Internet, I was wrong. Really wrong. LulaRoe is probably one of the most comfy clothing lines that I’ve bought. And let me tell you, I’ve bought a ton of clothes in all of the years I’ve walked this earth. SURE, some of it is totally cracked out crazy prints. And yes, Stephanie, if you are reading this, I DID BUY SOME, but the quality of the cotton knits is ridiculous. The maxi skirt? It’s actually a REALLY LONG SKIRT. Being 5’9 and a half, I tend to buy “maxis” and they become “kinda long skirts.” The one I’m wearing today? PERFECTLY LONG AND GOES TO MY ANKLES. It’s comfy, of a medium weight, so that some of the lumps of me, don’t show through, and is something that I was totally ok with running around town AND working in my garden.

lularoe maxi skirt

Why yes, I am wearing a skirt and chucks.

I should also add a caveat here. I work from home. My normal uniform involves some nasty yoga pants and either a wife beater (in the summer) or a sweatshirt (in the not summer months.) I rarely ever feel put together, and frankly don’t care.

lularoe t&c leggings

Back to LulaRoe. So, in addition to these home Pop Ups,  you can also buy the stuff on these random Facebook pages like my friend Samanthas.  She uploads new inventory and you can claim it. Sizing is pretty simple XS to XXL, and the leggings come in two sizes One Size (for 2-12 i think) and then Tall & Curvy (upwards to 22). I will say this. I am a firm believer in the mantra that your butt should NEVER not be covered when wearing leggings. No one needs to see that. LulaRoe also has a ton of great shirts- the Perfect T- which is strangely the best t-shirt I’ve ever worn, fits PERFECTLY (duh) through the shoulders and chest (despite my big ole chesticals), and the Irma, sigh. The Irma is kind of like a tunic, with sleeves that come above the elbow (thank you baby Cheesus for no cap sleeves), and COVERS YOUR BUTT. I mean, my primary goal in life when it comes to clothes is two-fold (wrangle the girls, and cover the butt). The Irma lets you do just that. It comes in a plethora of colors.. I own a grey, and a white with a black stripe. In the Perfect T- i have a black, a greyish silver and a mint, because mint is MY FAVORITE COLOR TO WEAR IN THE SPRING.

lularoe perfect tee


Bottom line, for me, LuLaRoe just works. It’s comfortable for sitting around all day long hacking away at a million and three spreadsheets. It fits (which is nice right now), and it adds a bit of pop to an otherwise black/white and leopard print wardrobe. Again, Stephanie, don’t yell at me for the leopard. Embrace me. Love me and my affection for color.


Life is too short to be boring and wear clothes that don’t make you feel good about yourself.

Everyone needs a boost once in a while.

To learn more about this, feel free to peek over at Samanthas Facebook page HERE or come on over to my house on June 9th and try some on for yourself!


The Fine Art of Adulting

manifestos February 8, 2016

I sit here this morning, surrounded by notes, spreadsheets, black dogs and a bottle of antacids.

I realized about 30 minutes ago that in one month, I shall be 39.

If you read nothing more than the following sentence, you will understand my mood this morning. Being a grown up sucks.

I realized yesterday, after a difficult battle with the Craptastical Life Budget, that a summer vacation in Michigan is not really in the cards. Correction, my plan to spend a month in a cottage on a lake, with the dog Jeffersons is not in the cards. I will head home for a few minutes this summer, but not quite in the way I had fantasized about doing.

I came to the butt clenching realization yesterday that my long overdue, much needed surgery on my ears, nose and sinuses is going to cost me a fortune and therefore, I shouldn’t plan a big ass vacation and still expect to be able to do the things I need to do in the house.

Speaking of the house, I finally took down the final “holiday” tree and have a big gaping hole of boring in my primary living area.

I also walked around the house yesterday updating the list of house shit that must be done in order for me to tolerate living here. Cork floor in the kitchen (btw, cork floors in the kitchen is the stupidest thing ever) must be ripped up. The mother trucking hole in the ceiling of my bedroom MUST be gone by the time I have my face surgically attacked on St. Patricks day.  All doors need to be touched up. It’s amazing to me that I could ignore things for a year or so, and suddenly become Rainman like obsessed with improvements.

My jeans are suffocating me. There has to be an adjustment of calories consumed, calories burned and for the love of all that is good and holy, PUT DOWN THE DIPS.

Put another way, I woke up this morning and realized that I need to attend to the order of grown up living, and eschew the fantasy that I am still 21 years old playing in Northern Michigan for the summer.

To put a positive spin on things: Professionally, things are looking up. My checkbook doesn’t look like someone bled out a pig all over the register. All of the bills for the month of February are paid before the middle of the month, despite a wild internet shopping ride earlier last week.

It’s time to get it together Craptastic Girl. It’s time to prioritize, budget, make a list, and get things done. Eat an apple instead of queso. Go for a walk instead of playing Candy Crush. Work smarter, not ADD crazy psycho me. Make a plan to finish up the Volunteer year, execute that plan and transition to the incoming person. Take 10 minutes and send out a few thank you cards to people that make your life more awesome.

This is the one life that I get. I am an adult, there is no denying it. It’s time to move and do and be legendary. Ok, I might have been watching an episode of How I Met Your Mother this morning and I’ve got Barney Stinson on the brain.

Bottom line… being a grown up isn’t easy, but frankly, despite the traumatic every day moments (paying taxes, prepping for Income Taxes, soliciting work, etc), I’d rather be where I am today than where I was 10 years ago.

Honestly, I can’t wait to jump into my 39th year. I think this is the year where I’m going to expertly execute a Triple Sow Cow Adult Toe Pick.


As you were.




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