Fair Isle Sweater

Currently, I'm residing on a very small sliver of the couch with a cotton-ball-sized pillow because my six foot three husband thought it would be a good idea to pass out while hoarding a majority of the comfortable space and lying on not one, not two, but three pillows. 

At least I ended up with the fuzziest, warmest blanket. 

I took these pictures on Sunday night, but you're seeing them today because I didn't feel like documenting today's outfit, especially since I didn't don it until about 2 in the afternoon.

I have standards.

Anyway, this outfit was so warm that I didn't need a coat, and I always need a coat. 

Yes, I was in a dressing room and took a picture of the outfit I was already wearing.

Yes, I've done it before.

No, I have no shame.

Outfit Deets:

Sweater: Christopher & Banks (I like this red and black one or this American Eagle one.)

Scarf: Gift from previous students :)

Jeans: American Eagle (I did these American Eagle ones.)

Boots: Franco Sarto via Marshall's (these from DSW are cute!)

Since I'm terribly sorry that I have nothing witty for you today, allow me to provide two random links:

1. I wanted to know where the phrase "the best thing since sliced bread" came from, so I did some research. See for yourself.
2. Am I the only one who's completely and utterly grossed out by this commercial? 

Ew. 

The Best Gift of All

Before I jump right into discussing my wonderful Christmas, guess who shaved only one leg in the shower and didn't realize it until she was putting on lotion? Yeah, you guessed it. Me. 

 I came upstairs to escape the battle cries of Call of Duty. I'd like to smack thank my brother for buying that game for Jeff. Suddenly, a friend joined me on the bed (a place she knows Jeff would kick her butt for lying...clearly, I'm a pushover). She's warming my side so nicely that I cannot bear to exile her.  Instead, I've taken some pictures with Photo Booth.  

Anyway, I know you're not here to see my furry friend. (Or are you?)

Meet another friend of mine: this sweater from Urban Outfitters. I've seen it all over Pinterest, but I seem to be the only one who didn't want the black and white. I was hoping Santa would bring this one to me, and Santa Jeff did not disappoint. I have no idea how he managed to pick the one thing on my Amazon wishlist that I wanted most of all. I guess, after eight years, he sort of knows me? 

It is my favorite sweater. Quite possibly ever. 

He is my favorite husband. Quite possibly ever.

For Christmas Eve, we traveled to Jeff's parents' house. I didn't get any pictures when we were there. Boo :(

His mom always so graciously makes me my favorite dish, mushrooms and rice. 

Yum :)

On Christmas morning, we traveled to my parents' house. My brother, his wife, my parents, Jeff, and I all exchanged presents. Best part of Christmas? Having my niece there. Even though she obviously didn't know about this whole gift giving business, she was the cherry on top of Christmas morning. Kids make the holidays so much more fun! 

He makes things more fun, too.

    He can play normal pretty well.

My sister in law always knows what to get for me. I especially love this mint scarf.

(That fun top is from Momma dukes. I love it, too.)

Mom always outdoes herself. Always. I love how she coordinates all of the clothes that she buys for me. She also has the best taste in jewelry. 

Of course, I think I'm most in love with the things that she crochets for me. 

(Pictures of those coming soon.)

It looks like my big brother wins the award for my favorite gift of the year. Again. 

Last year, he bought me an automatic car starter, and he even had it installed!

My lower back and chilly behind are so thankful every winter morning. 

This year, he bought a name plate for me. In case you can't see what it says under my name, I'll tell you: "World's Best Teacher And Little Sister." 

How thoughtful is he? 

Obviously, the REAL best gift of all is spending time with my family. 

I hope you all had a relaxing, happy holiday.

This post is linked up with Because Shanna Says So, The Pleated Poppy, and Camp Patton.

Holiday Look

These shoes are more comfortable when I'm wearing tights. 

Tights are only comfortable when they're not control top. How do I keep managing to buy control top? I really need to pay more attention when I'm tights shopping. When I finally start paying attention, I'll actually be needing control top.

Am I the only one whose feet still feel like they're in heels even after I've had them off for a few hours? I find that I'm tip toeing around the house.

Yeah, probably. 

Also, I'll have you know that I went into the dressing room only to take pictures of this outfit.

And I walked out with things for myself.

Who the crap buys things for herself a few days before Christmas?

Shame on me. 

(It's okay if you're judging me right now. I'm judging me, too.)

In case you wanted to know, Marshall's should really consider cleaning their mirrors. 

 Some random lady at Marshall's stopped me to tell me how nice I looked today.

Best feeling ever...aside from rubbing your bare feet on the carpet after wearing heels all day. Is that just me?

 One of my previous students found my blog. Hello to you, my wonderful, little stalker.

This is my shout out to you. I'm sure you'll tell me if you've read this post. 

It's a good thing I don't post anything inappropriate for the world to see.

The top of my head does exist, but I felt that my shoes were more important than the bun on top of my head. It's a terrible bun. Several students thought it would be appropriate to swat at it. 

                 

Outfit Deets:

Blazer: NY & Co. ($63.32 at Asos)

Skirt: J.Lo at Kohl's (I needed a little sparkle.)--love this cream/gold one for $15

Shirt: White House Black Market

Tights: No clue...the control top store?

Shoes: Mix No. 6 via DSW--I WANT THESE! Badly.

I'm a size 8.5 if anyone wants to surprise me.


Yep, I linked up with The Perpetual Student's Wife. Feel free to check out some other lovely ladies' holiday looks. 

Neon Jeans

I think I have a problem.

I own an excessive amount of skinny jeans.

I can't stop buying them. 

In every color.

Why would I say no to jeans with spandex in them?

Okay, I am sure there are some worthy of being rejected, but I keep finding so many that make me want to say yes. 

I probably should have said no to these lemon sherbet ones, but who am I to argue with neon?

Welcome to the closet, neon pants from Gap. 

(In my defense, they were super on sale on Black Friday.)

Maybe that's not really a defense. Whatever.

Also, to all women who wear leggings without covering their butts: PLEASE stop. 

I don't care how nice your behind is. Your nearly exposed gluteus maximus makes me uncomfortable. 

And, let's be real. It's all about me, after all. 

 I wore these pants because I told a student about them. She asked me to wear them.

Since I'm a woman of my word, I wore them. 

Outfit Deets:

Pants: Gap 

Heels: BCBG at Boscov's

Cardigan: LOFT (maybe two years ago)

Blouse & Belt: NY & Co.

I linked up this post over at this place.

Polka Dot Jeans

I really have no idea why these pictures turned out so grainy. 

Maybe it's meant to disguise how horrifically ragged I look today.

My co-teacher laughed at my satellite hairs just floating on my head.

I stated that it was either sleep or hair this morning. Sleep won. Why wouldn't it?

 I thought these pants would be really easy to style because they're blue and gray. 

I was wrong...

Until I found a fashion blog (can't remember which one) that inspired me to wear coral with my polka dot jeans. Oh, how I love you brilliant fashion bloggers. 

Pants: Marshalls--here are some from Old Navy

Shoes: Marshalls (Nine West)--try these

Top: The Limited--I like this peplum coral top

Cardigan: Target--try this one from Target

Necklace: Stella & Dot

linking up with The Pleated Poppy :)

Mustard Jeans

When I saw a previous student after school today, he said, "that's an interesting shade of orange you have on your pants." I explained that they were mustard, not orange. He informed me that he's never liked mustard. I thought about saying I've never liked him (just to be a smart aleck), but that would've been a lie, so I said, "That's nice. I like my pants, and that's all that matters." I sure showed him.

P.S. I had to confirm the spelling of "aleck." 

My students love to mess with my name. 

They tell me my Twitter handle should be "wo wo wo your boat."

Things are now "wonificent" and "worific." 

I've also been added to the Urban dictionary; I haven't confirmed that entry yet, so I don't know exactly how they defined me. I should probably be worried.

 Today, a student said, "Ms. Wo, I was in the mall yesterday, and when I went into one of the stores, I said, 'this store is so Ms. Wo.'" 

Apparently, he was in LOFT. Dang, that kid really does know my style, especially since the shirt I'm wearing today is from the LOFT. 

The reviews online said that it's constricting in the shoulders. When I tried it on in NYC, I had no shoulder issues. Looks like my shoulder are much smaller than the average bear's.

 Bluebee wanted in the picture, too. 

Please enjoy the following picture of my insanely attractive husband.

He's donning the new hat that my mom made for me. 

Isn't he pretty?

OUTFIT DEETS:

Blazer: Lauren Conrad via Kohl's 

Top: LOFT (current)

Pants: Target 

Red Wedges: Mix No. 6 via DSW

Bracelet: Modcloth

Layering for NY

Saw the funniest sticker people on our drive to NY.

In case you can't read it, the captions say "me" and "your mom."

Hysterical.

When we went to the Bahamas this past June, we met a really fun couple from NY. We friended each other on good ol' Facebook and kept in touch that way. Well, this past weekend, Jeff and I decided to visit them. They were such wonderful hosts, and I feel like I really experienced NYC! What an exciting, bustling place. It's so contrary to our bedroom community in Podunk, U.S.A.

That trip ranks as one of my favorite weekend trips...ever. 

Great company makes for great fun.

Here we are on the hunt for flavored popcorn. I think I nearly ran smack into a stranger because I was giggling over a dog who was showering his owner with kisses.

We saw the reconstruction of the Twin Towers. 

So impressive.

So humbling.

Jeff wanted a picture of us walking, so here we are. Girls might never be the first to get ready, but we're always the first who's ready for a picture. I know you love how Amanda's and my pants are Christmas colors. 

Jeff snapped this picture before he asked the cops if he could photograph their van's suspension. Good grief, what a motor head.

We saw the tree.

On the subway, we listened to an a cappella group tap their feet and sing wonderfully. They made my day. I think they noticed how pitifully excited I was because one of them stopped to hand me a pamphlet about them as they travelled down the subway car. They're called Made Over. Check them out on YouTube. Awesome sauce.

Before we hopped on the subway, we saw a real, live, foot-long RAT! Actually, I'm thinking that the R.O.U.S. is not just fabricated by William Goldman for The Princess Bride. That rat was an R.O.U.S.

Like ten feet from us, we saw a fight in Times Square. Group of guys in track suits throwing roundhouse punches at each other. It was simultaneously comical and frightening. The one cop was trying to subdue them with mace. I think more of it ended up floating in the atmosphere than in any one guy's eyes. Jeff had his coat ready to tuck me inside and protect me from the spray. The last thing we need is to find out how allergic I am to mace. 

We saw all of the crazy people dressed up for santacon. Amanda's and my favorite was a girl dressed up like a who. Her hair was fantastic! 

Oh, and I got to see Grand Central Station.

I finally know what my mom always meant when she said a place was as busy as Grand Central Station.

Look at that silly, little grin on my face.

OUTFIT DEETS:

I layered appropriately...for once.

Coat: Forever 21

Hat, Gloves, & Scarf: Target

 I wore a camel-colored turtleneck from The Limited, but you cannot see it.

Pants: H&M 

Boots: Diba from DSW

Purse: Naturalizer