Pinterest Challenge: Watermelon Sculpture

b3973eafccfa8259459e32eb986c1bcbThe Challenge: To make the turtliest turtle in the watermelon turtle club. In other words, make something similar to this pin.

Your Part: To decide if I FAILED IT 👎  or NAILED IT 👍

This challenge is especially exciting because it came with no instructions whatsoever. The picture is all I had to work from, so I had to bring in some extra creative watermelon juices to get the job done. And it was hard work! Please do not call me to make one of these for your party tomorrow because I just can’t do it. Too much pressure. Well, maybe I will because I like you and you mean a lot to me. But I’d prefer if you asked a few days in advance. Sorry to be so slow in getting to the challenge. Slow and steady wins the race. Tortoises. Turtles. Watermelon sculpture. Okay, moving on.


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First I grabbed a watermelon from the supermarket; I tried to pick one that looked as green as a turtle. Selecting the perfect color and shape, while keeping in mind ripeness for the taste factor, was a hard job. Which is why I made my sister carry it back to the car.

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Once I got it home, I realised that I don’t have any fancy sculpture tools. So I just grabbed a bunch of sharp stuff from the kitchen.

I wasn’t really sure how to start, so I just decided to cut the watermelon in half, and start digging! I usually just cut it up into cubes or slices, but I tried the fancy melon balling technique. It did not go as well as expected. In fact, the watermelon came out more like chunks and less like the fancy spheres I was hoping for. bloggif_558a25a169df6

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                                      I could feel my biceps growing by the second as I scooped out the fruit. This is not a job for the weak!

After both sides were emptied, I trimmed pieces of the rind off to use for the turtle’s legs and head. There’s no easy way to do this, and I didn’t really know what I would use for what, but the scraps seemed like they had potential.IMG_2535

IMG_2537                                                               Carving the design into the shell was definitely the hardest part. I could not find any good way to do this. I tried a knife, a carrot peeler, a shish kabob stick, an orange peeler, and my fingernail. The edge of the carrot peeler not meant for peeling did the trick. Also, I’m not great with geometric patterns so it didn’t turn out symmetrically.

Now it’s time to put it all together! I shoved the watermelon back in the bottom, and used toothpicks to attach the turtle’s appendages to the lid.IMG_2540IMG_2545


So what do you think?

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How to Build the Perfect Froyo

If you’ve ever been to a self-serve frozen yogurt shop, you’ve probably had a pretty good dessert. But what if I told you, you could have the most delicious sundae ever? And you’d get the satisfaction of creating it with your own two (assuming you have two) hands?! Well you’re talking with an expert here, and I’ve seen a lot of amateur mistakes in my time at work. If you’d like to be a *Super Swirler* like me, read on:

1. Check out the available toppings before you even sample the yogurts, so that way you can begin building your creation in your head. Toppings rotate and change frequently, and if you know what’s there ahead of time, you won’t be disappointed.

2. Sample. Sample. Sample! I’m not saying that you should stand in front of the machines for twenty minutes like a freeloader on their lunch break from The Omnivore Burrito. No, but I’m surprised by some people’s apprehensiveness when it comes to trying before they buy. You’ll only be hurting yourself if you don’t like what you get. Plus, you could be missing out on a great flavor that you didn’t know you would like!

3. Pull gently on the froyo lever, and rotate your cup in a small circle, allowing a hole in the middle of the cup. This handy little crevice is for toppings! I have to admit, this skill does take work. But I guess having froyo eight times a week helped me. Calm yourself down, okay? I only have it six times a week now.

4. Don’t forget to layer! After you fill up the middle with toppings, add more yogurt on top of that. This is when your sauces, whipped cream, and sprinkles come into play. You want to make sure to have a taste of all your delicious toppings in every bite.

Expert tip: gummy bears & chewy candies go on top of the whipped cream so they don’t freeze and break your teeth.

5. Do not rush the process. Especially if you’re with a group of friends. Kids have a lot of energy and tend to do this a lot. If you do end up mastering my techniques thus far, and get done early, there are a few things you should not do while you wait. I know you’re excited, and the music is poppin’, but this is not the time for a dance party. I have seen too many cups of yogurt dumped on the floor that way. Also, please do not interefere with anyone else’s magical experience by telling them to hurry up, or I don’t know..shoving a spoon up their butt! I’m not getting into that one tonight. Finally, try your best to remember that the toppings bar is not an all you can eat buffet.

6. The biggest secret in all of frozen yogurt history! Just kidding. That’s it for now. I can’t give away all my secrets!

If you’re like me, you’ll end up mixing everything together anyway. After posting a pic of your perfect froyo on Insta, that is.

Hannah out. 🍦

Pinterest Challenge: Coffee Shop Muffins

chocolate-chip-muffins-2The challenge: to follow this recipe exactly, and create chocolate chip muffins that look and taste super fancy and expensive.

The fun part: deciding whether I failed it or nailed it!

I’m not new to baking. In fact, I’m known for a few signature recipes, including a delicious homemade chocolate cake. But I decided to leave my preconceived baking notions aside, and Amelia Bedelia it up (AKA not stray from the words of the written recipe).


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    I started off by preheating the oven to 475°, and by preheating, I mean breaking the oven knob off accidentally. I panicked a little bit, thinking these muffins would be harder than I thought. Second time’s the charm, though. Woo this is going to be exciting, I can tell.

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Next, the recipe said to grab a large bowl, and “toss together” flour, chocolate chips, baking soda, and some other stuff. So I followed the recipe, and I tossed it like it was my job. Trust me, that is how the professionals do it.

Now another bowl, this one full of wet ingredients, was about to get involved. The eggs, milk, and vanilla were no problem, but I wasn’t exactly sure how to go about “cooling” the melted butter before adding it. I decided to stick it in the fridge, and that seemed to do the trick real fast.

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Once the butter was adequately (Joe) cool, I was told to “fold” both bowls of ingredients together. That was hard work. No wonder Starbucks charges so much for these things!

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At this point, I was getting pretty tired out. But with the promise of muffins, I ate a few M&Ms and pressed on!

I have to admit, I was a little disappointed that this only makes 12 muffins.     IMG_2454

But when I took a peek, it was totally worth it!

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Of course I had to pull the muffin top off and eat that first. It was delightful with a cup of caramel vanilla cream coffee!

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So what do you think?

FAILED IT 👎  or NAILED IT 👍 ?

Journey to the Outside

We sit here waiting. Wanting to be wanted. Behind the glass, things are not so clear. We stand tall next to each other separated by our individual compartments. We are evenly lit up in glory. People stand around and stare. Children press their noses against the glass and peer in. Contemplating which one of us will be chosen.

We’re each assigned a code when we enter the unit. Mine is B4. This code is my identity, it determines my freedom. And when I am gone, one of my own kind will fill my spot and take my code. So we wait for someone to enter our cypher on the keypad, and pray that their fingers didn’t slip and press the wrong plastic buttons. We’re here to please. We want to be chosen.

I’ve watched many fall and be taken. Some get stuck on their journey to the outside. A7 is constantly replaced. It’s sought after. I have been here for forty seven days. I don’t even know if I’m still able to fulfill my duty without harm. I just wish I could’ve been an A7. Those darn Doritos. No person can eat just one Dorito.

It’s tough being Juicy Fruit. Who buys gum out of a vending machine anyway? Desperate people that’s who. At least I have the drink machine across the room to admire while I wait for my destiny. D9 is a tall glass of water if you know what I mean.

Pizza is Life

It came in a box, as all pizzas do. But this box was unlike all others. It wasn’t sweaty or greasy at the bottom. It was simply, warm. It wouldn’t burn your lap if you got roped into riding to the pizza place to pick it up with the driver who didn’t want to go alone. No. This pizza was even perfect before I had opened the lid covering its beauty.

I looked up awestruck at my roommate, Brooke as I opened the box and wafted the savory, wonderful aroma that is dominos delivery in the middle of the night. I had a coupon for deep dish so I went with that, but it had been God’s plan all along. This was the Krusty Krab pizza for you and me.

The cheese was not overbearing, but it was plentiful. The crust was soft, but a nice crunch was a gentle surprise around the rim. I barely had time to get a plate before I had finished the first slice. This is what I had needed to finish my paper that night. That’s the fun part about being an English major; at any given point during the semester, I will be working on several papers. And they’re probably due tomorrow morning.

One Tuesday night, Brooke and I were working on a paper that was due the next morning. It was a really rough assignment, and I was in tears while she tried to pull herself together to keep us both strong. She seemed to be typing away at the essay, but she was really ordering dominios online. What a smart woman. Turns out it was cheaper to buy two large pizzas instead of one medium one. I don’t know how that worked, but I wasn’t about to complain. Our mini fridge was full of pizza the entire week. And the papers got done that night, our tears sopped up by the loving hankies of crust and velvety cheese.

Pizza can get you through just about anything though. Think about it. When clubs don’t have enough people coming to the meetings, they have a pizza interest meeting! Want kids to do better in school? Pizza party incentive! No one wants to cook? Do you want to call or will I?

And the comfort of the most glorious slice I ever had shall never be forgotten.

The Embarrassing Picture of Me at the Christmas Party

The only people allowed to make fun of you, and get away with it, is your family. In my case, my sisters especially. I am now the middle child. So you know, that’s pretty rough. I used to be the youngest, and that was a good time. My oldest sister watched me, dressed me up, and treated me like the angel I was. She vacuumed up an entire bottle of baby powder I decided to shake all over the living room, played school with me, and almost saved me from chipping my tooth on a water fountain (it’s okay, Elizabeth, I forgive you).

One of the most embarrassing things that can happen to you is if someone takes a picture of an embarrassing moment. You see, the moment goes away. And as I’m sure you know from experience, the picture does not. You wouldn’t know that I got my arm caught in an exhibit at a zoo trying to pet a goat unless I told you. But as soon as you meet one of my sisters, you’re sure to see some humiliating pictures of me. Naomi likes to keep her favorites as the background on her phone. The infamous hot dog picture has been leaked to anyone standing next to her. Sigh.

And let’s not forget her camera’s impeccable timing when I’m angry at her. She just loves to pull out her phone and click click click click until I’m so agitated, she’s laughing hard enough to wet herself. But she doesn’t. I’m the embarrassing one. So when I was granted a little sister, I found it my duty to give her little bouts of torture as I was given. Let’s call them torturini’s ooh like tortellini. Yum.

Torturini #1 I wanted to try out the flash feature on my new digital camera that I got for Christmas. And what better time than the middle of the night? I sneakily pulled it off the dresser by the strap, and giggled to myself. With me being on the top bunk, she would have no warning. I held my arms over the edge of the railing, with the camera upside down. I didn’t even look at the screen or the viewfinder, just dangled my arms and held down the button. The flash bounced off the walls of our room with the brilliance of a thousand suns.

“Hannah?!! Did you see that? What was that?” She was so scared. I pulled my camera up as quickly as I could so she wouldn’t notice what I’d done.

“See what?” I asked nonchalantly, as I scrambled to look at the picture I had taken.

“That flash!! Lightning…” at this point I have absolutely no idea what she actually said because I was laughing so hard to myself. Of course it was a completely silent, painful laugh. Until I couldn’t hold it in anymore. Her eyes were WIDE open and her arms were reaching out as if a feral cat were about to attack her face. I wasn’t even looking, and I had taken the perfect shot! This was it. Forget the ballerina idea. I was going to be a photographer.

Unfortunately, when Lydia finally found out why I was laughing, she cried and my mom made me delete it. I wish I still had it today. Now if you’re feeling bad for my little sister right now, it’s okay. Here comes my turn.

I’m good at making a fool of myself. The worst times are when I’m not planning it, though. Like the time I was warming up for track, and accidentally tripped over a bunch of equipment, doing a backflip/cartwheel as the entire varsity lax team was coming on to the field. Another time I wasn’t planning it, was when I was very young, and apparently too trusting. We were renovating our upstairs bathroom, which meant that there was a big hole when we took down the old drywall, where a window used to be. We had all promised each other that we weren’t going to peek through said window when somebody was using the bathroom. It was a sacred trust.

As I mentioned earlier, Elizabeth, the responsible eldest has always been like a second mother to me. So when we had a bunch of people at our house, and the downstairs bathroom was occupied, I asked her to make sure no one would come up and peek at me while I was in there. The room on the other side of the window was completely dark, and I was trying to be quick because I was already scared of being upstairs alone, not to mention in a bathroom I didn’t have privacy in! Just as I went to pull up my pants, I almost had to pull em back down again so I didn’t wet them. Elizabeth popped up in the window with her camera!

“Say cheeese!!”

A blood curdling scream left my mouth as I tried to understand what was going on. I TRUSTED YOU. I was so mad, but of course she couldn’t stop laughing. DELETE IT COME ON ELIZABETH PLEEEEASEEE. She just kept giggling and ran downstairs to tell everyone what was going on. Before I could even tell my side of the story, she had the picture developed and placed nicely in a photo album. That situation is still a bit traumatic for me, but I’m hoping that writing about it will help.

I guess what I need is a new embarrassing moment to void out these old scars. Oh well, I’m sure it will happen any second. Get your cameras ready.

10 Useless Things You Love (to Hate)

I know it may seem hard to admit that there are socially accepted items and ideas in our life that are completely ridiculous when thought about in great detail. But I’m going to ask you to please lower your pointer finger and set aside your objections. There are so many things that we are priveleged to have living in developed countries, and it’s a blessing and a shame that these inventions even exist. Let’s take a walk down reality check lane, shall we? 

1. Stuffed Animals I have a monkey from the hospital giftshop from getting my tonsils out, a bear I got for Christmas, even a little sheep that used to sleep next to my pillow. But what’s important to ask yourself of your own stuffed animals is where are they right now? Be honest. Attic, basement, or under your bed? I suppose they’re comforting for children, but what do you do with them after age 10? You can’t display them unless you’re an old lady with an avon perfume scented living room who spends her time grooming them with a brush and caring for her cat Mitzi. We also need to take a quick moment to talk about girls whose dream it is to get a large stuffed animal from their boyfriend. Why? How will that benefit you in any way? I don’t have room for an oversized, beady eyed creature. You know what I do have room for? A Taco Bell giftcard. *wink* *wink* boyfriend. Lol jk that’s what I would say tumblr_m7jtqwiQle1r1w7af

Anyways moving on…

2. Sprinkles – They’re colorful, they’re small, they go on ice cream…and that’s about it.

3. Dumps It surprises me that we’re really still throwing our garbage in a dump. Who came up with that idea in the first place? Or maybe the better question is, why did no one stop them? So we have all this nasty waste, or perfectly good stuffed animals that were thrown out, and what should we do with it? Let’s take alllll the garbage, and push it someplace else. Throw it in a pile! Somewhere we don’t have to look at it! Oh, wait. I do the same thing in my bedroom. Maybe I should stop here. 

4. Forks – Unnecessary. I can always tell who the dignified people are who come into the froyo shop. They’re the ones who hold up the sample cups with a puzzled look, and ask how they’re supposed to eat their sample. Preferably with your mouth, ma’am. Sticking my tongue in a sample cup doesn’t bother me. And neither does eating meatloaf with my hands. 

5. Conversation Heart Candies – This is the snack that you found in the bottom of your backpack, along with some pencil shavings. These candies are somehow a staple for Valentine’s Day, but taste like nothing and have the consistency of chalk.

6. Awards A personal, “You did a good job” or “Thank you”, means so much more to me than a trophy somebody else cried or fought over. Everybody deserves recognition for something. Let’s bestow honor upon others with our kind words. 😉

7. Paperclips – I have a lot of paperclips that I thought I would need in college for some reason. I was wrong. Anytime I use one, I end up taking it off, and stapling my papers together.

8. Birthday Cards – Unless it makes you laugh so hard you spit birthday cake out your nose, or it’s from your grandma, it will get thrown away. You buy somebody a present, and then you have to rush back to the store when you remember to buy a piece of paper for $3.65. I’m not saying I don’t parttake in this social ritual, I just think it’s important to point out that every party involved knows the uselessness of the card before it has time to get its birthday suit on.

9. Diet Soda – Seems like an oxymoron to me. Ha Ha Ha we all know the joke about the guy who orders a plate full of bacon and a diet soda. You might as well guzzle the tastier stuff if you’re going to do that to your teeth and gut and every major organ.

10. Black Licorice – I feel like they only make this flavor because they feel like they have to. It just makes people gag and spit. Maybe it does have a use after all! DNA testing! Throw out the cotton swabs, Doc. 

I could go on, but I won’t. You probably have something else to do now. Like eat pizza! Ooh, yes do that please. There’s never a wrong time for pizza. Pizza is a wonderful thing for so many reasons. Reason #1: We eat it from the inside out. Don’t judge a pizza by its crust.

Hannah out. ✌

It sounded cool in my head, ok?

Is Clean Eating Worth It?

When I first heard about clean eating, or the idea of eating foods that have very few ingredients and are processed minimally, junior year of high school, I got really into it right away. I ate mostly fruits and vegetables, as well as meat about once a day for several months. I felt a lot better than I had before, and ended up losing about 18 pounds that summer. To be honest, I’m not even sure how I did that.

I am a person who could eat an entire pizza if I believed in myself enough. Let’s just get that straight. Eventually, I got so sick of spinach salad, that I couldn’t look at it anymore. I dove right back into my previous diet. It just wasn’t a lasting life change for me. And anyone trying to improve their diet, lose weight, or get more fit needs to make lasting changes that they can live with.

I’ll tell you something I can’t live with. Those “clean eating” or “organic” recipes on Pinterest that have a buttload of ingredients I’ve never heard of: coconut palm sugar, almond meal, eye of newt. I’ve tried recipes that don’t sound like they’re going to turn out so good, black bean brownies for example. And I gave it my darndest shot, but they were just nasty.

The good news is there’s hope! You don’t have to go all out if you want to eat healthier. Simple changes can make a big difference. Substitute some of the white sugar in baking recipes for honey, or use plain greek yogurt instead of sour cream. If you want more calcium, drink almond milk which has no sugar, and is only 30 calories per cup. Try adding some plain oats to your oatmeal packet, or even skip out on the whipped cream on your coffee. 

If you’re pretty good at watching your calories, don’t worry about writing down everything you ate; write down everything you didn’t eat. I’m talking about the cake in the lunch room at work. The bag of chips you left in the cupboard. The ice cream store you willed yourself not to drive to. If you see all of the things that tempted you, and how you overcame them, it will get easier. 

So, have I answered the question in the title? I’m not actually sure. But I am sure that eating more fruits and vegetables than packaged trans fat deliciousness is important. You’ll feel so much better when your body is full of nutrients, and you’re eating to live instead of vice versa. Ahem, I am speaking to myself here more than anything. It’s hard! Good luck out there. 

What tips do you have for eating healthy? What are your experiences with clean eating?

The Secret About Purses -Freestyle Writing Challenge

I was nominated by Paul over on Captain’s Speech. Go check out his blog. It’s great! My topic is “your childhood”, and I get there in a roundabout way. Just kinda how my brain works. 

Here are the rules for the challenge, feel free to skip over them:

1. Open an MS Word document. (I wrote mine in a WP draft to get the word count and then added the rest of the post afterwards.)

2. Set a stop watch or your mobile to 5 minutes or 10 minutes whichever challenge you think you can beat.

3. Your topic is at the foot of this post BUT DO NOT SCROLL DOWN TO SEE IT UNTIL YOU ARE READY WITH A TIMER.

4. Fill the word doc with as many words as you can in the time limit. Once you began writing do not stop even to turn.

5. Do not cheat by going back and correcting spellings and grammar with spell check in MS WORD (it is only meant for you to reflect on your own control of sensible thought flow and for you to reflect on your ability to write the right spelling and stick to grammar rules)

6. You may or may not pay attention to punctuation and CAPITALS. However if you do, it would be best.

7. At the end of your post write down ‘No. Of words =_____’ so that we would have an idea of how much you can write within the time frame.

8. Do not forget to copy & paste the entire passage on your blog post with a new Topic for your nominees (at least 5) and copy & paste these rules with your nominations.

 Purses are sacred. Sometimes I pity men for not having the social capacity to carry one. But it’s also nice knowing that guys can depend on my handy bag, and therefore have no place commenting on how many I own. I keep everything I need in there, of course the essentials: chapstick, money, keys, phone, ID, crumpled up receipts, gum, an extra pair of pants, a book for if I get bored, healthy snacks for later, chocolate that I’ll eat instead of the healthy snacks, hand sanitizer and Clorox wipes heaven forbid I have to take the metro or use a public restroom, dog treats in case I see a dog, hair ties, a mini hairbrush, a mirror, some makeup to touch up with, a small bottle of perfume, you can literally throw anything in a purse and it’s okay. You never know when you’ll need anything. 

Seriously, no one can judge what’s in your purse. The weirder the better. In fact, here’s a little secret about women; they sometimes play this game at showers and lady events where you win prizes for having random crap in your purse. You got a waffle iron? Come on downnnnn $5 gift card. I’m so serious. 

When I was younger, I used to write on EVERYTHING. I would label things, write letters to imaginary friends, scrawl words on my bunk bed. And my purse was no different. I had a plasticy blue purse that had a flap that closed with the latest in purse technology: velcro. Just like my sneakers.

 I remember sitting on the couch one day before heading out shopping with my family, and there was a pen on the side table. It taunted me. I picked it up and just held the pen. It’s alright I was just holding it. I knew my mother didn’t want me to write on anything since the jewelry box incident. But then I just decided to open my Velcro purse flap while holding the pen, and suddenly letters spilled onto the page of one of my credit card holders. (Which is absurd by the way, putting credit card slots on a child’s purse. A kid cannot have that many gift cards.) 

For some reason, “tr” felt right. I think it may have been part of my crush’s name at the time. Probably one of the guys from the worship team. I loved a guy who could sing. Then suddenly I remembered that this was my purse, and not a diary, and mom would NOT be happy about this! I panicked and scrawled some more letters. “Trab”. TRAB what in the jelly donut is a TRAB??? I tried to calm myself down. What had I done?! First off, I had written on a perfectly good purse. I had defaced it. I was a vandal. I was really starting to get mad at myself. But then I had a plan. I fixed the letters, and turned the word into “trash”. Ahah! I had a trash pocket for old receipts and gum wrappers. Now that’s practical if I do say so myself. 

514 words.

As for nominations, if you’re reading this, you’re nominated! I can be more specific once I’ve been on here long enough to know more blogs. For those of you brave enough, your topic is VACATION. 

Thrift Shopping 101

My mom says I have an eclectic style. My sister says I dress like an old lady. But I prefer to call it *~*thrift store chic*~*. Make fun of me all you want, but my whole wardrobe costs less than one calfskin chevron quilting Chanel pocketbook! If you want to look stylin’, and still have enough money in your wallet to get a red slurpie from the 7/11 thrifting is for you. Not only will your clothes all be unique, but they can look super fantastic with just a few minor tweeks. Oops that rhymed. Not on purpose. I’m more of a freeverse girl.

This dress may seem a little over the top, but before putting something like this back on the shelf, consider the possibilities. Simply by snipping out the shoulder pads, and ditching the skirt, you’ve got yourself a cute, flirty outfit.

In fact, cutting out shoulder pads can lead to some surprisingly nice results in otherwise “grandmother” shirts. It’s also a good idea to experiment with how you’ll wear your new shirt. You may think buttoning a shirt up all the way is too conservative, but it could save you from looking like a creepy guy up in the club.                                                                                                                                           ⇓

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When looking for new tops, I keep my eyes open for unique patterns, prints, and insignias. Almost anything looks good with your favorite pair of jeans. I tell myself that anyways.

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In a way, thrifting is a fun hobby for me. But if you just need something new for a fancy occasion, head right for the skirts and scan the racks for something totally you. I wore this skirt to perform an opera number at a vocal festival. I noticed it because of the buttons. It’s the little accents that make a difference.

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Some people are afraid that they won’t find anything that they like in a thrift store. That is just nonsense. This blazer is great for class or work, and confidence keeps the fact that it’s originally from a mom store a secret. Pssst! If you want a tailored looking jacket, go to the little boys’ section and look for a large. You’re welcome.

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If you find something you totally love, but it’s one size too small, roll up the sleeves and pretend you don’t notice! I have clothing from size 6 to size 16, and sometimes the right fit just depends on the fabric. Don’t look at the size, look at how the clothes you pick off the rack fit your own body. Confidence is key. But do be sure to try on everything before you buy it!

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If you see something on a rack that makes you laugh because it’s ugly or bold, try it on! My roommate told me this vest looks like Christmas, but I like wearing it in the summer when I’m feeling brave enough. I wore it in a production of In the Heights for the musical number “96,000”. Good times.

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Accessorizing is essential. Don’t bypass the jewelry section at your local Goodwill or Salvation Army. I’ve found lots of darling, often handmade pieces.
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The inspiration for this post came from cleaning out my closet as I made room for some new outfits. I snatched this cute little number up last Saturday thrifting with my little sister. I’m waiting for the right moment to wear it out, but for now I’ll just dress up for fun!

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This has been fun, but Mom made banana chocolate chip muffins. Good luck out there shopping, and be sure to share your cute bargains with me! Comment your favorite outfit if you feel so inclined.

P.s. None of this fashion advice is licensed or backed up by any scientific evidence. It is possible that I dress like an absolute imbecile.