Instagram is my favorite place to explore new stores and bloggers. I always find the best deals, special/unique brands, and outfit inspiration. One of my favorite bloggers of the moment is Sarah Ashcroft, the UK fashion blogger for That Pommie Girl. She doesn’t only have to-die-for style, but her makeup is always gorgeous! Trust me, I wouldn’t waste your time… Her page is really worth checking out. She posts makeup tutorial videos on youtube, and even gives you pay-day inspiration from multiple different stores. In case you’re just a bit curious, here are some of my recent favorite looks from her page…
You can also find tons of great posts and inspiration on her Instagram page (@sarahhashcroft).
I found this post on Tumblr a long time ago and wrote it down. The real post has pictures of the written notes from the actual children. It’s one worth sharing…
4-8 Year Olds Describe Love
Rebecca, Age 8: When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn’t bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That’s love.
Danny, Age 7: Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure it tastes ok.
Terri, Age 4: Love is what makes you smile when you’re tired.
Nikka, Age 6: If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate.
Elaine, Age 5: Love is when mommy gives daddy the best piece of chicken.
Chris, Age 7: Love is when mommy sees daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he’s handsomer than Robert Radford.
Mary Ann, Age 4: Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.
(I’m not sure why I put the picture of the dog, but he’s just so darn cute!!)
Happy Valentines Day!
Many of us have (probably) watched the 4 hour long 2015 Grammy Awards this past Sunday, and even if you haven’t you’ve most likely seen the infamous disrespectful comments made by Kanye on Beck winning the Best Album award over Beyonce.
If not, here’s the low down:
Beck (a group, to be honest, I’ve never heard of) won the Best Album award over Beyonce. After Kanye’s storming onto stage a few years back when Taylor Swift won over Beyonce, he started to pull the same act, but slowly turned around, laughed, and went back to his seat.
Now I thought, of all things, that he was just joking; simply making a mockery of himself and his stupidity in the past.
No. This, in fact, is not true.
After the show, he fed the media his opinion:
“I just know that the Grammys, if they want real artists to keep coming back, they need to stop playing with us,” West said (via Vanity Fair). “We ain’t going to play with them no more. ‘Flawless.’ Beyoncé’s video. And Beck needs to respect artistry, and he should have given his award to Beyoncé…At this point, we tired of it. What happens is, when you keep on diminishing art, and not respecting the craft, and smacking people in the face after they deliver monumental feats of music, you’re disrespectful to inspiration. We, as musicians, have to inspire people who go to work every day, and they listen to that Beyoncé album, and they feel like it takes them to another place. Then they do this promotional event, and they’ll run the music over somebody’s speech, the artist, because they want commercial advertising. No. We not playing with them anymore. And by the way, I got my wife, my daughter, and I got my clothing line, so I’m not going to do nothing that would put my daughter at risk, but I am here to fight for creativity. That’s the reason why I didn’t say anything tonight. But you all knew what it meant when ‘Ye walked on that stage.” (Huffington Post)
Lets also recap the buzz around his wife, Kim Kardashian, and her disgusting post on Instagram:
In all honesty, when I saw this, I truly wanted to vomit.
I can say, as a person who has never heard a piece of Beck’s music in my life, who listens to and enjoy’s Beyonce’s music, THIS REACTION IS BEYOND WRONG and COMPLETELY immature. It’s disgusting and sets such a disgusting example for people watching. Not only is she speaking her opinion, which is fine in ways, just classier ways than this, but she is putting it out there that John Legend and Chrissy Tegan also have these same opinions and reactions, when that isn’t true. She’s creating more drama for other people. Here’s John Legends response to it all … John Legend via Instagram. Everyone has their opinions, their favourites, etc. And Kanye dragged on long about the Grammy’s “respecting artists”, well isn’t that just a contradiction? (*severe sarcastic tone intended*)
He went out of his way on more than one occasion to disrespect other artists and their work, because his butt-buddy didn’t win. And THEN has the audacity to blame it on the Grammy’s. When, the way the Grammy’s work is, other artists vote for who they want to win.
So even if he is angry, has a different opinion, and thinks that Beyonce deserved to win, it doesn’t matter. Other artists that are in the same industry as him and have similar respects to music as him voted for Beck. All because he didn’t get his way doesn’t mean he should go publicly disrespecting other people.
And as for his wife, in her shimmering robe that she wore, who is only famous for being a sex symbol from her sex tape and various actions, she needs to get a grip of herself and her actions because she is plummeting the status of society. She has the money to make a change in society, to donate to charities, to work with the homeless, the starving, to travel and help people, yet she spends her time judging people and subjects she’s clueless about, posting naked pictures and setting a bad example for all young girls who look up to her (including her daughter) and setting a standard for boys around the world, and getting surgeries to enhance her face, ass and breasts. All she knows how to be is self absorbed. Shame on her. And I don’t mean to be the bully in this situation either, she’s a beautiful woman, she can make her own decisions, but that doesn’t make them right or acceptable, yet all at the same time, because she’s making these decisions, they are becoming acceptable. And it truly needs to stop. In more words on this topic, please check out this amazingly written piece by Christine Lee, “An Open Letter to Kim Kardashian“.
Bullying isn’t acceptable. Getting your way isn’t always going to happen. That’s life. A song doesn’t to be played on the radio at least 10 times a day to be the better one. It doesn’t have to be your favourite genre or artist for it to be the better one either. Ignorance is not bliss. Respecting others gives you respect in return.
This comfy and casual outfit is a must for me! It’s hard to constantly shop and add new items to my wardrobe, so I constantly try to make the best of what I have and create new looks with the some of the same pieces. The more you experiment with the clothes you have the more different looks you can have! Even try and incorporate some old clothes that you don’t really wear anymore but just can’t get rid of; you will be surprised.
Grey Top – Truly Madly Deelpy
Plaid Shirt – J.Crew
Black Jeans – Tommy Hilfiger
Booties – Aldo
Doggy Hat – Urban Outfitters
Baking has always been one of my favourite hobbies, so I am always up for exploring my latest Pintrest finds, and seeing if the creative recipes I find can actually come out like the pictures. This is one of those.
Here’s what it calls for…
3/4 cup Brown Sugar
12 oz Chocolate melting pieces
1 cup Flour
1/4 Kosher Salt
1 cup Semi-Sweet Chocolate Chips
1 tsp Vanilla Extract
1/2 cup Butter
4 oz Cream Cheese
So here’s what you do…
1. Beat cream cheese and butter until creamy. Add sugar and vanilla. Beat in flour and salt. Fold in chocolate morsels. Scoop (about 1-2 Tbsp) onto a parchment lined baking sheet (or two plates, like I did). Freeze for about 2 hours (or overnight). <– (I froze mine for about a half an hour, their texture and taste was still amazing!! xo)
2. Once frozen, use hands to soften a little into a nicely shaped ball. Using a toothpick, dip into melted chocolate coating and return to parchment (I just threw them in the bowl and rolled them around with a spoon, they pulled them out with the spoon). Drizzle with melted vanilla if wanted. Refrigerate and enjoy.
(P.S… see more delicious Pintrest ideas on my page :))
My grandfather passed away last weekend, and I’ve had quite the hard time coming to acceptance with it. He was always such a quiet man. Always deep in concentration, full of knowledge, serious in tone – until it came to sports of course. He knew everything and anything and was always willing to discuss the matters of any current game (and I mean any – soccer, football, tennis, baseball, basketball, swim, etc. – you mentioned it, he knew it). His home was my second home, and still is. As a child I spent my weekends running through the yard chasing the dogs, smashing my feet into the fallen blackberries, and then jumping into the pool, my toes covered in black. I could hear my grandpa yelling from the stoop, “damnit Alex, use the hose!”
I loved him so dearly and I was his baby. He taught me how to whistle, shuffle cards and play endless games of solitaire. Make homemade macaronis.
That’s always what he was to me. My beloved grandfather who never had much to say, loved sports, playing cards, his Sunday softball games, Italian cold cuts and pasta, and hanging with his pals at the local convenient store. And I always thought for sure that that’s who he was. And unconditionally I loved every bit of him.
When he passed, old pictures came out, stories, memories. While flipping through the box of 200 pictures he took at about age 24 during his time stationed in Germany in the 50s, I got to thinking that the man with the huge grin in those pictures wasn’t the one I ever knew. He was laughing, dancing with friends, taking in the sun at a camp on station. My grandmother gave me his uniform from war with “Absi” sewn at the pocket. The same exact shirt he was wearing in the pictures. I held that uniform so tight and all I could do was weep. I breathed it in, rubbed it against my face. It’s been sitting in the closet for nearly 50 years, but I still wanted to feel like I was feeling the man in those pictures; I was feeling my grandpa’s soul. I loved everything he was so much, but everything I knew he was for the past 20 years I was alive was not even half of what he ever was. All those times we spoke on the phone and never knew quite what to say, the silence during Family Fued. I only knew the last twenty years of his life and I let the 60 others get away. I wanted to hear his stories; what the sun felt like on his face in Germany, what his friends were like, if they still spoke, what life was like for him at my age in his time.
I’ve carried those pictures with their sweet inscriptions on the back with me everywhere since I’ve had them, and can’t let them go. Because believe it or not I feel like I’ve met a new man that I’ve never known in those pictures and their writing, and I’ve grown to love my grandpa even more than I thought I could.
But it’s too late. And my heart breaks. And losing him hurts even more now than I imagined possible. I didn’t just lose my grandpa, I lost the man in those pictures. I lost the adventure, the lifetime, and all of those silent moments while sitting next to his hospital bed to ever know what his whole life was really like.
So if your grandparents are still around, always try and remember that they had a life before you were born. I know that that sounds so ignorant and mean to think that we as people only can think of others living in the time that they were involved in our lives, but it isn’t. And it isn’t that I, or anyone else who never knew their 15-30 year old aged grandparents lives weren’t interested, or are too busy with our own lives, it’s just sometimes, in the heat of our current society, we never think to ask, or realize to learn the history that is within the people in our very own homes. So don’t ever forget to ask them. Their wisdom and experiences can warm your soul.
Now granpy, I know you aren’t technologically savvy, and you haven’t used a computer in most likely 5 years, but here are my questions for you (I’ll read them out loud – maybe you will hear me from heaven):
-What meal that your mom/dad cooked when you were a kid was your favorite?
-What was the neighborhood like when you first built the house?
-I love the 50s. What was your favorite song from then?
-Did you play baseball in high school?
-Why did you join the army?
-What’s your favorite memory from your time enlisted?
-I’ve seen all of your beautiful pictures. Did you want to be a photographer?
-How was Germany? What was it like after Hitler?
-Did you ever think about leaving RI?
-Who taught you how to whistle?
-What kind of car did you drive in the 50s?
-you lived in the time of Audrey Hepburn, JFK and Marilyn Monroe. What did you think of them?
-What smell reminds you of home?
-what’s your favorite memory?
I know you can’t answer me, but just know that I wanted to know.
And lastly granps,
I love you more than you ever knew. You were a fighter.
I found this post on Khloe Kardashian’s Instagram and had to repost it. It by far is one of my favourite pieces of writing. You are flawed and fabulous, you’re all gorgeously human.
“Dear Human: You’ve got it all wrong. You didn’t come here to master unconditional love. That is where you came from and where you will return. You came here to learn personal love. Universal love. Messy love. Sweaty love. Crazy love. Broken love. Whole love. Infused with divinity. Lived through the grace of stumbling. Demonstrated through the beauty of… messing up. Often. You didn’t come here to be perfect. You already are. You came here to be gorgeously human. Flawed and fabulous. And then to rise again into remembering.”
I thought that this was incredibly heartfelt & beautiful, and saved it awhile back so I could hold onto it. I thought maybe you would want to hold onto it too. Enjoy xo
“how can you tell me
that nobody notices you
when the sound of your laughter
feels like home to me
or when my skin is inked
with every word you’ve told me
I know how you mumble
when you’re sad
and how your eyes seem to turn
from green to grey then
and I know how lost you feel sometimes
or how much you want to disappear
but how can you tell me
that nobody notiices you
when you are all that I can see?
I begged to be loved by your very best heart
It didn’t happen so I pushed us apart.
Finally I received everything I’d ever want
But I had then become the one with the cold heart
So I took it for granted and tore it apart.
So now, you see the hopeless romantic in me,
the hopeless romantic in hopeless romantic
Constantly taking what they have for granted
Because they’re always wanting more,
Always over dramatic
Giving all your heart to people and expecting it all back
Not giving oneself their whole heart because they’ve taken that for granted.
So now I’ll tell my grandkids the story about the man that got away
I’ll tell them how to care for a heart the best way
And make sure it doesn’t run away.
But I’ll watch them do the same as me
And let their hopeless heart take the best love away.
(IMG via stylestudiesx)