Macarons in the city

We took a bit of an impromptu walk-about in our city. We were supposed to go to our Buddhist meeting that night, but honestly, me and Mr.-Mr. haven't seen each other in a minute and I was feeling adventurous so we hopped in the car and took off. First, we had macaroons: 

(Delicious little buggers they were! Yum!)

(Mr.-Mr. And the Macaron)

I love Macarons!! Yes, I fell for them after Gossip Girl and the Queen B, what of it?! Lol. 

But that wasn't the end of it. We hung out at Piedmont Park, wandering around and oooh-ing and ahhh-ing at the houses we saw. Which brings me to my Love:

(It's old, dilapidated and abandoned)

But it has enormous potential. I've fallen in love with it. Head over heels! I want it! It reminds me of this: 

Okay. Not quite true Pratical Magic, Sandra Bollock witchery, but the old, creepy, mystical, otherworldly vibe is there. Where it sits has a great view of the city of Atlanta!

I've determined where my sewing studio would be (can you guess?), and what to do with the front yard. My brother in law is a real estate agent so it has a lock box to take a peek!

(I will have thee, house!)

After trying sneak onto the house (no bueno), we continued on our adventure in the city.

(Yeah, it got dark quick, lol). 

Now, LOVE ON THE OUTFIT!!!

(Jeans - Levi's | shoes - F21 | top - thrifted | bag - gifted)

(Yesh. The 'fro is made of awesome.)

(I know...dark. T-T)

Love, 

Erica

xoxo

Baby, tonight's the night

 

Scarf (Mr.-Mr.'s) | Shirt (Thrifted) | Jeans (Levi's via Target) | Shoes (gifted) | Belt (old)

So, I'm going to try to make this a regular thing, this blog posting. Like I said in my last post, I'm trying to get into a groove that I lost.

Alright, so, updates for the week:

• Have received my assignments for the next five weeks
• Upon receiving said assignments, proceeded to pull my hair out
• Apologized to afore-mentioned abused hair
• Proceeded to develop plan of action to deal with assignments
• Current score: Me: zip; Assignments: 1000x pts

Why do professors torture us so? I have a fashion show that I'm doing for a class coming up in the coming weeks, and have no clue where to get started on finding designers that will fit the theme of the show and not flake out. Either way, I'm excited because I'm a dresser for the show: essentially, the stylist. We're the heart beats of the whole damn production, ya heard meh!

I have to design a cocktail dress and an evening gown for my Womenswear II class (yay! Even though I missed a class so I have to work 2x as hard to make it up).

I have to design a 12 piece collection for my Fashion Portfolio I class (good thing it's only drawing and not having to actually make them like my WWII class; does it sound like I'm complaining? I hope not because I really am excited).

Relationship front: Mr.-Mr. sucks; no, I love him, but he sucks sometimes.

Forever Love

I have a tendency of judging myself to harshly. Call it perfectionism or just a pesky bit of determination to be more and do more, but I've come to the realization that this thought process is more than a bit unhealthy. And, after recent events that have left me severely traumatised, this obsession with being Little-Miss-Perfect is taking its toil.

Sweater (Thrifted) | Jeans (Wally World) | Boots (Gifted) | Belt (Can't Remeber)

So, for the new year(yes, yes, I know; New Years' Eve was 27 days ago, but it's never too late to make a resolution), I've decided to fully focus on myself, my Kiddo and my life this year, and to get back (or discover?) the "Me" that I used to be before this unconscionable tragedy befell me. I won't go into deets (Mr.-Mr. has ALOT of making up to do, let's just say that), but I have decided that the focus that I've ben devoting to certain things and aspects of my life need to cease. I need to get happy and healthy and awesomesauce again!

I fell off the fashion wagon. School, life, work, they all took me away from my love, but I've come back, and I'll never be unfaithful again. I promise.