I am proud to pronounce my daddy preppy.

Hey fashionistas,
It’s been one of those nights. One of those nights where my eyes are red from chlorine and sleep deprivation, my sun burn feels extra painful, the bug bites from the invaders of my “glamour lodge” have become more evident, theres still water in my ear from the pool yesterday, and I could complain for an even longer run-on sentance if I allowed myself to be that gramatically horrific. It’s one of those nights where in New York we are suffering with the humidity and gross warmness of probably 80-85 degrees like those of you reading from the south or west do on a normal basis. The way I laugh at you when you get a dusting of snow and freak out is probably how you would feel about me practically crying over this sufficating warmth. I should be blasting a fan and sleeping peacefully ignoring my dramatic senses, but I can’t.
The combination of all my body ailments, a thunderstorm, and some critters I keep thinking I’m hearing through my walls is making me as alert as ever. It’s not like I’ve had a short day though, it was long and annoying.. I just can’t shut my brain off… and what do I do when my mind is going a mile a minute?
Tell you about it.
Duh.
So today was the great expidition with my daddy, where we went to the outlets to make him look cute.
It happened.
We were on a time crunch and I am proud to say my first style victim was a success, and now I’m going to brag about his purchases as if I bought them myself.
The first store I forced him against his will into was Tommy Hilfiger. Or Tommy Heflerg if you ask my little sister. His eyes went toward orange button downs and pink floral accents, as if I stuck him in a torture chamber. He looked terrified. I believe the phrase “These might be a bit effeminate for me, Al.” was mentioned.
And yeah. Those things were.
But the light orange and white rugby stripe polo? And the navy and baby blue polo? They were far from effeminate. They were masculine and handsome. And something I would dress my imaginary future husband in.
Daddy looked presh.
It didn’t hurt that these polos were 40% off making them $26 a piece. It was hard for him to understand what a deal those tops were, but by the end I got him to open his wallet a little bit more, no worries.
We ventured into every preppy store to follow that I could rattle off. You would be so proud. Nautica, IZOD, Lacoste, Polo Ralph Lauren, Brooks Brothers, J Crew, and Clarks were just a few that I threw him into on our 2 hour time crunch.
By the end of the trip (so that I don’t bore you with notes and bullet points of every proud daughter moment) I was beaming. Daddy had 2 polos from Tommy, a pair of dress shorts from IZOD, dress pants from Nautica, dress shoes from Clarks, and a sports coat in light blue and navy blue houndstooth (I died.) from Brooks Brothers.
Trained him well. Uh yeah I did!
It wasn’t all easy though. I drooled in every store we entered over the womens section, just wanting to try on ever seersucker this and pastel that.. so eventually I did.
And of course I didn’t leave empty handed.
Whoooooops! There goes Friday’s paycheck yet again. My bad.
3 pairs of shorts from J Crew and 1 polo from Nautica later.
I looked chic, preppy, and almost as good as my dad.
Just talking/typing about this is giving me an adrenaline rush right now. Deciding what to wear tomorrow is going to be nerve wrecking!
Due to the factory outlet’s prices being lower than J Crew’s traditional retail environment, I already knew I would save money. But when you through a 40% discount on every pair of shorts due to Memorial Day (God Bless America) on top? And the lady is just so lovely I got to use my college 15% discount from HCCC (Something good had to come out of that place..) too?
WHO CARES IF I HAVE 15 OF J CREW SHORTS THAT I HAVE ACQUIRED SINCE MARCH?
How can a girl resist?
The classical high society atmosphere and soft wrinkle resistant clothing just oozes “buy me, buy me”. When that moment occurs, and you can buy at $25 a pair too? I’d be dumb to not acknowledge this as a sign.
So screw the Sperry Top Siders for now the 3rd week in a row, my friday pay check is coming.
And I just sold 2 items on Poshmark.. so I’ll have $20 to get me through the week :/.
Speaking of which! Check out my new shop my wardrobe badge on the right side on my page, you know you’ve always wanted to see the clothes that make the girl.
Even if they’re last year’s.
Xo,
Allison

Tags: preppy, fashion, lacoste, shorts, daddy, blogging, sleep deprivation, warm, outlets, j crew, poshmark, nautica, tommy hilfiger, polo, polo ralph lauren, wrinkle resistant, weather, sun burn, bug bites, insomnia, classical, fan, pool, long day

Glamour camping

Hey blog readers of all shapes, sizes, ethnicities, preferences, and attitudes: I hope memorial day is treating you as well as it is treating me! I’ve been busy, per usual, but all good things must come to an end. Let me fill you in:
My family has always camped, but our ways have lessened from the hardcore tent and out houses to a lodge in a camp ground with a spa.
Guess which I prefer?
Anyways. It’s obvious, I love glamour camping. I’m tan, relaxed, and even though I’ve suffered sleeping on a futon it’s been great. I’m not home, even though I’m still in the middle of nowhere, but we’re having my favorite food (Nana’s pasta and broccoli) for dinner and I have a view of beautiful life guards if I get bored.
It gets better. This next sentence is the reason I am writing this blog; documenting a life changing occurrence.
I’M GOING SHOPPING AT THE OUTLETS WITH MY FATHER FOR MY FATHER WITH AN UNLIMITED BUDGET.. This budget is within reason, but assumed to be a thousand dollars or more.
I’m kinda thrilled. My dad’s idea of shopping has always consisted of vitamins when we go to the mall on a 30 min painful trip.
NOT ANY MORE.
Muahahahahaha.
I’m so happy. I really could get used to glamour camping.
Allison

Tags: shopping, fashion, budget, glamour, pasta, camp, tan, nana, glamourous, camping, lodge, outlets, dad, vitamins, memorial day

If you care, my nails are pink.

Want a tip?

Don’t tell your grandparents when you decide to go tanning.

It wasn’t like I called them up and said “HEY NANA AND PAPA I WENT TANNING IN A CANCER CAUSING MACHINE.” But I might as well have. I answered the phone this afternoon, they asked what I did this afternoon…

Well.

I started saying I went to work,  then I continued into how I went to school until 3 and slipped in there that I went to lunch with my friend (Chineseeee), had pedicures and tanned.

Tan.

That was the magical word that spun into a 5 minute speech about cancer and ruining my life.

Isn’t that up to me?

I said it completely casually. I didn’t mean to draw attention to the fact I was tanning. My cousin tans. Who cares?

I’m complaining. I think this is stupid. I don’t do anything bad or illegal. Can’t I tan? Good Lord. I’m not orange, I just bought a 3 month package. I started today. I’m not even pink!

They couldn’t have told me about the UV rays drying my nails or the acetone fumes that are going to make me high in the remover?

Oh, they could have. But no.

Btw, if they freaking cared my nails are pink.

AND I HAD A FABULOUS DAY.

AND MY OUTFIT WAS CUTE.

AND I KNOW NOBODY CARES BECAUSE I’M JUST GONNA DIE OF CANCER NOW -apparently- BUT THERE’S MORE TO MY LIFE THAN BAKING IN A MACHINE.

 

AND MY NAILS SMUDGED.

Fml: Allison

Tags: pink, college, cancer, sad, school, pedicure, tan, uv tan, annoyed, work, fashionable, fml, nana, papa, grandparents, high

Sperry Top Sider Heart Break <3

For the last several pay checks I have known what I wanted my money to go towards, but was not impulsive enough to move forward on the transaction. Seersucker Angelfish Sperry Top Sider Boat shoes. I refuse to pay $90 at Macy’s though. So I’ve done my research and saved just enough to make the purchase (it’s easier to spend in $20 increments, so I’ve struggled with this haha). Of course I said I’d wait until the next day.. the sale ended. I found another site and it turns out to be a scam. I found another site where I got the price down to 58!!! But the coupons I had excluded Sperrys. Ugh. My mom says it’s a sign I don’t need more shoes, obviously it’s just a sign there is a cheaper price out there somewhere..

Anyways. I hope everyone is sucking up this BEAUTIFUL weather today. Since church I’ve been lounging outside, trying to get my tan on . I’ve done a little homework.. but I really don’t  have  motivation to do more. I’m going to Planet Fitness later, but I refuse to do laundry (GTL) hahaha. My mom and sister went on a camp out this weekend without me.. So I was stuck with my dad and 3 brothers when I wasn’t at Kmart. It was crazy. I love them dearly, but I’m not a mom for a reason. Can you say responsibility overload?

I’m now blaring The Script, thinking about getting icecream. Which is totally against my urge to go to the gym?? Uh. I want somethink cold and liquidy.. maybe I’ll go down to the creek. Hm. Not much to inform ya’ll on today. I’m distracted. Sorry loves!

But when a heart breaks. no it don’t break even.

Allison

Tags: boat shoes, creek, preppy, sperry top sider, summer, the script, warm

Fake smiles or fake fibers. Um, the later one.

When given the option between taking graduation pictures with the senior class (that you can’t wait to get out of) and shopping, which would you choose?
It was easy for me. I wasn’t going to miss school work because they weren’t doing anything anyways.. and I was totally okay with my decision while shopping, but I feel a little guilty now.

It’s not like I was missing graduation though, and I got my graduation party dress, a liz claiborne skort, a hot pink blazer, a black blazer, a blender, and seal containers for college out of the trip. It was worth it right?

The mall was dead. I wasn’t supposed to be skipping school -yet again- to shop for the whole day, just until 12:30.. but once we went out to lunch, why go back? I don’t like fake. I don’t like fake smiles, fake pin straight hair, my fake classmates, or fake sunny days where everyone poses to make it look like they very fakely love each other. I don’t enjoy fake and I probably never will. Why punish myself and become fake when I can enjoy something I really love; the mall.

I don’t mean to sound as materialistic as I know this blog post sounds.. but it’s really my home away from home. Whatever mall I go to I mean. It’s much more welcoming than school, the only fake smiles you see are from sales associates and that doesn’t really bug me because they aren’t totally fake. They are happy to see you spend money. Outfits actually match like they’re supposed to, and they aren’t made up of work boots and pajama pants. The food is much better, things sparkle more frequently, and it’s getting to the point where I think more people know my name there than the people in my own class.

How sad is that?

I can’t wait until college. Real college. Canisius college. There’s a better mall within 10 minutes and that technically means a better home away from home right?

Okay. I’ve convinced myself. I made the right choice, screw photos. Love clothes.
Allison

Tags: 12th grade, canisius, fake, fashion, graduation, pictures, preppy, pretty, senior, skipping school

The side effects of prom hair

Now that I am revived and on a normal sleep schedule, I am back again to blog . Not much has happened since Sunday night, it’s been great haha! Monday morning I slept until 10, I love saying that. It was so “not productive”. I needed it. I had high school in the afternoon, of course. That was a snooze.. Same people, same place, different work sheet, different chapter. I think the shorter amount of time I’m at school for, the longer it seems. My eyes move to the clock on the wall almost the instant I sit down. Tuesday, Andrew had an eye appointment in Utica. It was at 9 and since Utica has a mall I went along for the trip . I had some skirts to return and I had Victoria’s Secret free panty coupons. On the way back, we stopped for lunch. I was so incredibly full as we drove home, I couldn’t possibly function enough to go to school. I mean it’s a bore as it is, but throw in a full stomach and a crazy sleep schedule from 2 nights before? No thank you. Some how some way I convinced my mother that I can make up any work I miss in less than an hour, which is practically true, and she let me stay home. I don’t know why Andrew got to stay too, but I think it was an all or nothing deal. My parents were preoccupied with the new Realtor, they’ve changed the price on our house AGAIN and are insisting we will have a sale in 30 days. I hope they’re right, but I can’t help but feel they’re being completely unrealistic. I don’t know why anyone would want to move here, with the crappy schools and the small town bull. I love our house, that isn’t the issue at all… I just think I would be scared to move to a town where half the houses in it are for sale.

Today I was much more productive than my last 2 days, and it’s already 12 oclock. Ogg (my baby brother) has the nerve to wake me up at 8, and I’ve been going ever since. My mom has been packing stuff in boxes, I made an 8 page list of all the stuff I am going to need for college.. but I just realized I forgot to put an iHome on there so maybe the list will get longer.  I set up my debit card so I can check the amount on it through an app on my phone, I set up a savings account *GASP*, I got myself looking put together and fabulous in my new Ann Taylor patchwork blazer, and even breathed every once in a while. The only thing I wish I could’ve done but didn’t?? Gotten rid of prom hair.

I believe prom hair is a real thing. I’ve washed my hair like 20 times since prom and it won’t go back to it’s original form. I blew it dry, straightened it.. used conditioner, didn’t use conditioner, tried 3 different shampoos, and scrubbed with my fingers. Nothing is working. I cannot get the bottle of hairspray out of my hair. At least I can say that bottle of hairspray was worth it, my hair looked great.. but the aftermath? Is gross! I feel like I can’t get my hair completely clean. This was another reason I was excused from attending highschool yesterday afternoon.

I looked up some ideas online for curing said prom hair and I’ve decided because lemon juice didn’t work last year and I’m out of carbonated water (2 methods) I might need to try Apple Cider Vinegar. *BLAHHH*

Cue the gagging noise.

I hate apple cider vinegar. Just the 3 words next to each other sound repulsive. I can’t be on the 1st floor of the house when my parents decide to clean the coffee maker with it, and I refuse to gargle with vinegar of any type when my throat is sore.. but that’s how bad my hair is. My roots are growing in -already- and I don’t need to draw any more attention to that with additional hair spray and grease. UGHHHH.

If anyone has any brilliant ideas, I may pay the $15 and get a macadamia mask and renewal hair treatment on Saturday.

Pretty soon I’ll have sunk $300 dollars into this head of mine. Smh.

Allison

Tags: preppy, fashion, prom, blazer, money, sad, hair, help, allison, mother, sleep, hair disaster, hair spray, productive, ann taylor, moving, mom, house for sale, small town, realtor, andrew

Prom is still highschool. It’s just the same people wearing nicer clothes

“My sleeping habits are so screwed” -was the first line I texted my best friend when I realized to my disbelief it wasn’t morning yet.. Lock in, after prom was until 3 am Sunday and I laid with my eyes closed afterwards until I “woke up” at 7:45 this morning. I feel like I never hit a deep sleep though, and the only good result was to my mother’s pleasure I was easily up for 9 am mass. Groggily sitting through mass was difficult, so I slept once I got home at 11-until 4. Nobody was home because of the traditional Sunday AYSO soccer games, even on Mother’s Day. When I woke up, I found out we were going to Red Lobster, to my surprise, and stayed awake until we got home at 8. I’m not sure if it’s because I inhaled a feast of crab legs and coconut shrimp, but I was so completely exhausted when we got home. Not to mention cold and achy. I know this makes the aftermath of prom sound like a marathon, it really is. So I slept from 8-11:30. And I could have sworn it was at least 6 am. What am I supposed to do when my whole family is in bed? And I’m supposed to be quiet? I’ve kind of figured out a list.. but tomorrow is going to be hell-ish if I can’t even sleep until 3am again.

1) Blog -gasp- hahaha

2) Read my English homework. I mean everyone wants to read To Kill A Mockingbird at 12am.. I planned on saving it for tomorrow morning since I now don’t have to report to school until 12:30, but might as well eliminate that plan.

3) Fill out scholarships. As thrilled as I am to go to Canisius, did I mention how much money, which is completely beyond my understanding haha, that this school costs? It’s kinda gross.

Hopefully this all wears me out. I’ve already felt the obnoxious sleep deprived results of this and I can reassure you it’s not going to be pretty. I spilled grape juice all over my mother’s antique cabinet (nothing says Happy Mother’s Day better!), my feet, and the floor.. while trying to plug in the laptop cord. I then spelled my brother’s password wrong so I decided to be that evil sister that wakes him up to find out what he changed it to, but he didn’t change it. So if I ever sleep tonight without him returning the favor of me disturbing his peace, I’ll be shocked. He wasn’t happy..

My eyes feel like they’ve been stabbed, but that could absolutely be because I took out my contacts pre-lock in while wearing fake nails. I ripped those off my the end of the night, but I have battle scars!

Ugh. It takes so much to look fabulous. I didn’t even describe the 5 inch heels, spray tanning “incident” (I became blochy, but this was fixed pre prom), and eye brow waxing gone bad that were equally painful.

I suppose if these are my biggest issues, life is fabulous. I pretty much completely agree. Prom was fun, but as I told my mom when I got home from it

Prom is still highschool. It’s just the same people wearing nicer clothes.

And did I mention I want to graduate?

Xoxo,

Allison

Tags: blog, English, fashion, high school, highschool, lace, lack of sleep, lock in, prom, red lobster, scholarships, sleep, sleep deprivation, style, To, To Kill A Mockingbird