Tuesday, August 11, 2009

The Girl Behind the Shoes: What do they say about you?

Hello lovelies! I’m Breanna from Adore Design Studio and bfff’s with my main gal, Amanda (whose real identity is so shrouded with secrecy that even I sometimes get confused as to who she really is…). So anyways, she asked me to do a guest post for today and I happily obliged! I mean, not only do I get to force my tid-bits of creativity and wisdom (in actuality the lack thereof) on my own meager band of followers on a day-to-day basis, but now I get to oppress her loyal readers as well! Win-Win, no?!

So, I settled on a topic that has really been bothering me lately…shoes. I must confess I like shoes. Not excessively, but enough to appreciate. I tend to think of myself as a Gap/J. Crew/Banana Republic kind of understated elegance. Simple. Functional. Beautiful.

And then my confidence came crashing down.

Let’s back up: I recently saw a pair of sandal flats at the store that just begged me to relocate them to my shoe closet (who am I kidding…I don’t have a shoe closet…but for the purpose of this story I now do, ok?…) and I said to myself, “Self- those are too cute and cheap to pass up. Buy them. Buy them now.” And I did.





I wore them to work the next day and all was well. And then the moment of discovery.

A co-worker examined my new purchase and exclaimed, “Wow, those are…cute.” Followed by a quizzical stare. So I said, “Uh, thanks?” To which she quickly replied, “No, they really are cute…I just didn’t think you would wear something like that, that’s all.”

Whhhhaaaattt?????? Does my co-worker have me pegged already? Am I that predicable?

Has my quest for understated sophistication and elegance been interpreted as…gasp… boring and dismissive? Surely not!

Her simple assumption occupied my thoughts all afternoon. What did she know about me that I didn’t? As soon as I got home I did some investigating and this is what I found:










Conclusion: blah.

She was right, damn it. My choice of colors consists mainly of black, white, brown and more black. They are all very safe, boring and wall-flowerish. So what does this mean? Are my shoes the windows to my soles (and yes, that was a carefully thought out pun, please appreciate).

I don’t pretend to know the answer to that question. I’m young, naïve and shallow at this point in my life – at least I have identified this much, right? And I also know I shouldn’t care what people think about me or the path that my decisions lead me to. People grow and evolve constantly. You are not the same person you were yesterday, so you can’t be tied down to anyones perception about you.

So, here is the view from my shoes…do what you want. Yes, lovelies, it is that simple. I don't care what Cosmo mag says your shoes say about you. You are a way too complex human being to be nailed down by your shoe selection. Don’t over-analyze, scrutinize or evaluate silly little situations such as these. I wasted precious time (when I could have been online shopping at lulus, seriously) thinking about what my coworker said to me until I realized who the heck cares! And now I’ve just wasted one hour blogging about this, geez. Ok, I’m done.


Oh, and the passive-aggressive biotch in me bought these smokin’ hot shoes for a wedding I’m going to this weekend…and yes, my coworker will be there. BAHAHAHAHA!

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Sunday, August 2, 2009

Feedback welcome

I'm not a cooker. Everyone thinks that I can't do it. But the thing is, I just don't like it. When need be, I can cooked up a tasty meal. I just hate waiting to bring stuff to a boil, or adding eggs one at a time, or searing or simmering or taking 394,575,612,349,576 hours to cook something I'll eat in 15 minutes.

The funny? I love watching The Food Network. No, like I am obsessed with it. I'm not above spending a whole Sunday sitting in my bed watching it. I also want to marry Bobby Flay and Tyler Florence. Yes, both of them.

I have a wonderful boyfriend. He has cooked up many a meals for me during our time together, and he does it well. However, he often likes to mock me for my "inability" to make meals. So, in an effort to prove him incredibly wrong I've taken on the task of preparing him dinner next Saturday.

There are a few problems however. The boyfriend is an extremely picky eater. He refuses to eat anything chicken which I could eat every meal everyday for the rest of my life. I'm not a big red meat eater and he likes burgers and steak. He is a big fish eater and didn't grow up eating fish or really thinking about fish at all so I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to do with it. Plus the smells makes me physically sick.

So what's a girl to do? I thought about it for a little bit this morning and watched a little FN (Food Network, get with it) and searching foodnetwork.com and I've come on with three choices.

Which is where you come in. Out of the three choices you tell me which one sounds better to you! Ok?

Ok.

I've decided to do a steak dinner and here are my three choices:

1 - Pepper crusted tenderloin with a mushroom cream sauce.
2 - Grilled flat iron steak with pistachio pesto butter
3 - Grilled flank steak with a gorgonzola cream sauce

I'm going to pair one of those steaks with grilled asparagus and roasted garlic mashed potatoes.

Now, go! Vote!