Tag: Macy’s

Breast of Friends: The Pain of Bras and Bra Shopping

bra shopping, bras, brassieres, undergarments

I recently went bra shopping and was reminded of what a pain bras, and specifically bra shopping, can be. Ya feel me?! I know talking about bras and boobs can be a little taboo, but it’s something we women deal with on a daily basis, so I feel no shame dedicating a whole blog post to them. Also, I took artsy photos of my brassieres (ugh, what a weird word) intermingled with my fancy card collection, so hopefully the cards distract from anything that would otherwise be “taboo”. With that said, if you’re looking for an excuse to rant about bras, or are just looking for a laugh today, here are 15 reasons why bras are the worst. Continue reading “Breast of Friends: The Pain of Bras and Bra Shopping”

3 Simple Accessories to Give Your Outfit That Extra “Umph”

spring outfit, blue floral shorts, denim jacket

When it comes to fashion pet-peeves, one of mine is when your outfit is lacking the perfect accessories—you can just feel that something’s missing, ya know? Thankfully, I’ve discovered a simple little trifecta to take your outfit from “just eh” to “mmmm, werk it girl.” (Okay, so maybe these accessories won’t take your look *quite* to that level, but you get the point.) Continue reading “3 Simple Accessories to Give Your Outfit That Extra “Umph””

The Lifelong Search for Joy (Not Happiness)

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For a lot of teenagers, there’s nothing they want more than a shiny new car for their 16th birthday. Or at least, a shiny new piece of plastic that allows them to legally drive. Me on the other hand? I wanted absolutely nothing to do with driving—I loved the company of my parents as chauffeurs, and I never felt embarrassed by their presence. Most of all, I feared the power and responsibility of maneuvering a very expensive toy on the roads (especially with all the inattentive drivers who spend more time looking at their phones than their rearview mirrors). One of the first times I drove with my mom on a permit to obtain the required hours, my left leg twitched uncontrollably—and a lot. It felt numb by the time I made it to my destination! That’s how scared I felt.

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