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Get some neon tee shirts from a thrift store.
If no handgrips or purses are available you can get a bookbag with glitter.
4. Love the other person.
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Bolded emphasis not mine, but original. Indeed.
Don’t be in such a hurry.
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3. Add pantyhose. Pantyhose even out your skin tone on your legs and provide the finishing touch to the look. For evening wear, sheer black or gray tinted pantyhose are an excellent choice.
Ew. By the end of this article, you will have put on pantyhose, jewelry (the plural), a belt, a scarf, gloves (white for daytime!), a bag, makeup matched to "the main color scheme arising from your accessories, shoes, and pantyhose" (that emphasis is mine HA), and headwear and hair accessories (they suggest a well-placed hat for, among other things, royal events).
Guys, how you dress up a little black dress is getting one that fits you and then putting on one awesome accessory, preferably either a family heirloom or something enormous and sparkly you bought at Claire’s. Tell ’em Melissa sent you.
Also, one of the girls in one of the pictures is wearing a dress that is decidedly blue.
Nail polish is very important.
Carefully consider whether this method is right for you. The steps below will cause your sensitive boyfriend a great deal of pain and trauma, much more than ending the relationship directly. It may even scar them permanently. Your mind must be made up that you want to cause this pain and trauma, or you may be unable to go through with it. This is also a good time to consider whether this is right for your relationship. Consider a direct break up. Using these steps as a first resort could backfire on you, causing strain between yourself and others, who may perceive you to be creating an abusive relationship.
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Actually, I love this one.
Through being kind, you take a stand by affirming that caring for others, for our environment, for yourself is the right way to live life. It isn’t about immediate effectiveness; kindness is a lifestyle choice, a constant hum and rhythm accompanying every single thing that you think and do.
I rang in the new year with a rough cold and have had little to say. I still made my January resolution, though….
This very frightening to-do has been on my list for a long time. I think the dentist I had as a kid wasn’t very good, and then I didn’t go at all in college even though my teeth weren’t mature enough to take that time off. Now every dental appointment is a terrifying, painful lecture session that precedes a terrifying, painful and expensive surgery. It’s embarrassing, too – I mean, who has bad teeth anymore?
All the fear and pain and embarrassment creates a lot of procrastination, and my January resolution was to make the appointment. It ruined my day – I keep having scary visions of dental torture and weird physical jolts, like daytime hypnic jerks – but anyway the appointment is made. Check! I’ll have to think of a fun one for February….
It’s that time of year again, I suppose. I generally do some odd, half-hearted attempts at New Year’s resolutions. I do love a goal, a project, a challenge, most of the forms resolutions take, but each year I seem to struggle.
Realistically, I manage my money and weight at a pretty regular equilibrium, neither putting myself in any shocking danger nor keeping any virtuous habits for long. I am much happier maintaining this equilibrium than abusing myself for imperfections real or perceived and I am not going to commit to a year of such self-abuse no matter what it is called.
Also, I feel like my life changes too much each year to make any sort of year-long plan. Certainly since the beginning of college, I have found myself at the end of each year someplace completely different from where I started, and it looks like this year is going to do the same thing. Maybe one day, when I’m older, this will slow down. Maybe?
Anyway, I’ve come up with a new New Year’s resolution plan for this year that I think is going to achieve unprecedented heights of fabulousness – twelve resolutions. I’m going to pick a mini goal or project for each month in 2011, and end the year a holistic well-rounded spectacular new woman. (Maybe?)
This way I can do some fun ones and some serious ones, be flexible and keep doing things that are important to me. I’m not planning them out in advance, except that I think I’m going to do something really easy in January, a gimme so I can lay a foundation for success. I think that kind of gentle cheat will be the overriding theme of my twelve resolutions project – but that’s okay, we’re only here for fun.
The winter doldrums finally broke and let me have a great weekend. My girlfriend and I went out on Friday and Saturday nights, spent all day Saturday and Sunday riding around having adventures, watched football, danced, ate every delicious thing. Adventures included, but were not limited to:
I finished mad Christmas shopping at Eastern Market and downtown. Besides being super productive, I got to see all sorts of things – like the cupcake truck!
Usually I regard random cupcake truck sightings as a sign from the universe that I am loved and deserve a cupcake – but I was full from lunch and opted to take a picture instead.
I also took a picture of some stranger’s super-sweet cruiser bike.
That decal on the top post says "Pabst Blue Ribbon." I love you and your bike, unknown hipster kid.
I had some surprisingly awesome customer service experiences. Usually when shopping in December I think of mall-related misery. When I entered the Ace Hardware on 5th street, the greeter asked me what I was looking for and, after directing me upstairs, muttered, "Coming upstairs for zip ties," into the radio at her neck. I was buoyed through the store on a current of charming employees saying, "Zip ties? Right this way!" It was a miracle. The little things make me happy, y’all.
I tried the new Harris Teeter on M street, too. It is full of shiny produce and free samples and tempting hot food bars. And it has sweet ample bike parking.
The lady and I went out and danced like fiends. A friend’s birthday party started at a salsa club. To be honest I know about one one-thousandth of a percent about how to salsa dance, but a few rum and diets and a lot of energy more than made up for the lack. We moved to Chief Ike’s, where the hip hop is a little more my style, and then had a transcendent experience at Amsterdam Falafel. We hailed a cab at a shocking hour and had the unique delight of watching some people get arrested outside of Tom Tom’s from inside the cab’s warm confines. It was, all in all, one of the most fun nights out I’ve had in a hot minute.
But all of these adventures pale in comparison to the epic purchase I made. That’s right, as promised, I bought Farrah a cup holder! I find I spontaneously add an exclamation point every time I type the words cup holder! That, my friends, is how excited I am about it.
My first hint of the magic was in some of the photos on Simply Bike. As it got colder I started to crave a warm bev to help me along. By the end of this weekend, my obsession had reached a fever pitch. (Seriously, I wouldn’t shut up about it.)
It took a few tries, but I finally found one available from my friends at BicycleSPACE. It is everything I dreamed it would be and more – I got into work this morning on an exhilarating caffeine and exercise buzz, chirping "Good morning!" at everyone in a very un-Monday fashion.
Like I said – the little things.