Monday, September 29, 2008

can't avoid it any longer

I don't know about you guys but I tried to avoid watching any Palin-Couric interview for as long as possible. I read how horrible it was in the papers and online and saw the SNL sketch but when it came to watching any of the real thing I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I knew it would be a disaster. Having my mind pretty much made up about Palin already there was no reason to cringe through her and Katie Couric together. But today my curiosity got the best of me and I youtubed it. And oh. my. god. It hurts, so bad. 

oxfords

The above an excerpt from this morning's New York Magazine Sex Diary. Not my favorite so far (probably because I get a little nervous that I sound/come across like her) but I second her opinion on boys in work clothes. Oxford shirt? Tie? Love?hello lover.

Saturday, September 27, 2008

let's talk about the issues

When it comes to deciding the fate of the election, I think it's really important that we not get distracted by the gimmicks and politicking and focus on the real issues: the economy, foreign policy, and campaign merchandise. I'm worried someone will steal my Obama magnet off my car, so I went to the website to investigate window decal possibilities (I just can't do a full fledged bumper sticker, they bug me) when I discovered a delightful section of his website's store called "Runway to Change." And ooh, all the stuff was delightful; here are some of my faves (in the name of bipartisanship, I also tried to go to McCain's website to take a gander at his tees but they didn't have an official website that I could find and I didn't think it would be fair to put up the ones that say things like "Another small town religion-clinging gun-toting hockey mom AMERICAN whose voting for McCain Palin," from therepublicanshop.com because, well, they were funny for the wrong reasons and a lot of them were more anti-Obama than pro-McCain):


Maria Cornejo Design $60
Nanette Lepore $60. This is the one I think I'm going to get because it not only supports my main squeeze Barack but I freaking love Nanette Lepore and am pretty much powerless against anything nautical.

If I don't get the Nanette Lepore tee, the above and below bags will be close contenders for my shoulder. Derek Lam $75.


Marc Jacobs $75

The above and following items are from the more affordable regular store sections. I mean, we are Democrats right? If you don't want to get called an elitist liberal you might want to go with one of these picks. The above is a youth t-shirt for $12.50.

This coffee travel mug is so campy and I kind of love it. $15. Plus if you look really closely in the picture you can see the photographer and what appears to be a scantily clad woman. Dark side of Obama? Sexy.

All the "Artists for Obama" posters on the website are sold out, which is a bummer because they were all really interesting. This one is by Scott Hansen.



Gotta represent the home state right? If, by some bizarre chance I end up on the news in it, then maybe the rest of the country will believe we're not all rednecks? These are $20.08 each (get it? a little cutesy but I'll take it).

So...McCain, could you get some designers on board with you so I can have a fair blog post?

unexptected

My fourteen year old brother has discovered skinny jeans. He is ridiculously lank (I snapped the above photo while waiting for him at the bus stop a week ago) and quite the budding hipster. Anyways, this morning my mom was taking a pair of his jeans out of the dryer and I laughed at how hilariously long and skinny they were. I thought it would be funny to try them on and go freak him out. Except, um, they fit perfectly. Apparently all those years I spent in high school trying to find jeans that fit I could have just gone into the men's section of levis and picked up a super slim style of 30x34s. They were exactly the right length and fit and because they are boy jeans they had a high enough waist to keep my problem area love handles tucked in. So, basically, I'm in love. They're from this skateboarding company CCS and are only $30 each when you buy two (mental calculation: 2 pairs of 7 for all mankind jeans x $150 = $300 - 2(cost of CCS jeans $30) = $240 savings. interesting.). I'm thinking I might get either a super dark pair or a light grey pair. And since they're so cheap maybe even dipping my toe into the hipster world that is colored denim? We'll see. Does this make me a cross dresser?

Friday, September 26, 2008

snark

Is anyone else having a hard time watching the debates? I've spent the whole time coming up with snarky retorts to the sludge McCain is slewing and having to take time outs for deep breathing so I don't have a coronary. I will say I'm glad they have finally started to move on to foreign policy. Since I don't know as much about it, it's easier to listen to. When they were talking about the economy, I kept flipping out over the avoidance of Obama (Obama: I love you, but it would have been okay with me if you had just, you know, answered the question) and the couple of times that McCain blatantly lied, or spoke misleadingly, about general economic theory or tax policy. Especially when I realized that that isn't something that every voter might pick up on(and why would they? not everyone studies econ and no public figure talks honestly or clearly about it). Unforeseen impact of having a degree in economics: raised blood pressure.

dress code


Today during my lunch I had to come home and change clothes because the pants I was wearing (black ankle length ones similar to those above) revealed my ankles and did not fall under the "business casual" dress code. Also, apparently it is not, as I had originally thought, 2008. It is instead the middle ages and although the office allows knee length skirts and sleeveless tops, ankle revealing pants are a no go. Of course this has forced me to come home and change into a knee length pencil skirt, which shows a lot more leg. Don't you love hypocrisy.

Thursday, September 25, 2008

awkward


Today a guy I work with invited me to come watch a UK game at his place with some other coworkers this weekend. I thought this was sort of weird but said "I might be able to," even though I had no intention of going. He asked for my phone number to call me with details. I thought this was even weirder but didn't want to be rude so I gave it to him. He apologized if that was "inappropriate," and I realized "oh shit." He has already called me once and sent a text message to see if I wanted to meet him and his friends for dinner and drinks. Instead of saying "um, no thanks, you are so weird," I pulled out the ultimate cliche and dropped a line about "my boyfriend," (my imaginary boyfriend, don't worry I haven't left you out of the loop blogosphere). Bad girl, I know. But trust me, this boy with his white trash accent and workday e-mails with no punctuation were just not doing it for me. I've only been working here for four days! Let me at least have one paycheck under my belt before I have to sue yo' ass for sexual harassment. 

photo from here

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

epic

So, New York Magazine does this thing where they recap episodes of Gossip Girl and award points based on how real/fake it is. At the end of the recap they decide whether that particular episode was more real or fake (although, let's be honest, if the game weren't rigged, they'd all come out fake). ANYWAYS, I'm not going to do that for the whole most recent episode of 90210 because there would really only be a fake column, but if I were to play that game I would definitely award reality points to the very end of the episode where Annie comes home, offers a lame excuse to her parents about going to bed, then goes into her room and slides down the door crying. I.e. what I must have done approximately a thousand times while in high school (and what I would've have continued to do in college if I hadn't had my own apartment and thus, no one to offer lame bedtime excuses to). It was all about keeping a stiff upper lip in front of the parents (if they were still awake when you crawled home) and then melting down against the back of the door in your room, covering your face in tears because BEING IN HIGH SCHOOL IS SO. DAMN. HARD. Of course, in her particular case it's because she's almost lost her virginity to a boy she has being seeing for approximately one minute but then is (gasp) deceived by a jealous bitch who tricks her into thinking he's cheated on her. At the Roosevelt Hotel in L.A. Those particular details were not so much relevant to me as a teen but the whole dramatic door slide? Oh yeah. 

p.s. sorry for the tragic photog skills; was done with the blackberry (lazy lazy lazy)

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

desk jockey

Nothing will motivate you to find a job you care about than working in insurance for two days. I mean, my job isn't too bad; I don't have to clean toilets or endure verbal abuse from a hellish boss. It's just boring paper pushing. But yeah, not too bad (ringing endorsement, right?). But it has definitely driven home the whole "do what you love, the money will follow" concept. Wish I was totally sure of what I love to do. To be honest, I think I know what it is I would love to do and would be good at but I'm too scared of being the entry level kid who has no clue what their doing to really go for it. More on this later, something tells me by Thursday that fear will be replaced with "dear god, it's me margaret hannah, get me out of insurance and into...well, something else." photo from here.

Sunday, September 21, 2008

wish me good luck


Tomorrow is my first day on the job. Oh, the illustrious world of life insurance. I'm sure it's going to be all glitz and glamor and will not AT ALL inspire me to work harder at getting a real job (dear god, could I be working harder? i mean, really, could i?). Just wish me luck that it's not at all reminiscent of the above photo. 

totally gratuitous



so....

if I'm really good, do I get to come back in my second life as this girl? Scottish, just married, fabulous crafting skills and a love for pink peonies. Jealous, jealous, jealous. Oh, photo from here.

Saturday, September 20, 2008

hm...

As you can tell by my previous post, I've indulged in a little J. Crew online window shopping this afternoon. Imagine my surprise when I went to look at jackets and saw this:
Now, will the double-cloth lady day coat actually turn your world upside down? Because if so, it would totally be worth the $330.

an open letter

Dear J. Crew:

Your bangles are cute. I always try them on while checking out at the store but wearing one bangle at a time doesn't really complete a "bangle" look and $40.00 a pop that's all I could really afford. I was happy to see your harlequin bangle on sale this afternoon but this:
On sale for $19.99 is not five times cuter than either of these
Which are each on sale at Old Navy for $3.99 a pop. I mean, yes, yours are cuter. And way better quality. Definitely. But I don't plan on wearing (or being able to pull off) an armful of bangles daily so $15 for the occasional wrist full of bling is much better than say...$180.

Sincerely Yours,
Hannah

Friday, September 19, 2008

confusion

Wednesday's Project Runway really confused me (and yes, I know I'm late on this one, I TiVoed it). To review:

We can all probably agree that Suede's creation was pretty terrible. I feel like he could have used this jacket for the drag show challenge and would would have worked just as well for Miss Lettuce. But his client was also really 'out there,' why is she standing with her legs so far apart? And why did he call that a Pucci print? It's much more Jacyln Smith.
Okay, this is cute. I understand why he won. Further, I understand how hipster hair works. But sometimes a spade must be called a spade and a mullet must be called a mullet.
This one, I didn't so much understand the ranting and raving of the judges. Great color for the dress. Great print. But that jacket is SO old lady for her! It's totally from the contemporary line at Chicos. And it doesn't look too bad in this picture but during the actual runway show I thought the skirt was a little too short and not very flattering on her legs. Plus, I think Korto got kind of unfairly lucky here, the girl works in a lab so she kind of got to make whatever....
First things first, that blouse isn't doing her boobs any favors. Second of all, it's not super creative. Still, in comparison to Suede's outfit I think he should have been allowed to stay. The girl is job interviewing, and even though it's for graphic design jobs, when Joe suggested a suit, she didn't correct him so...
This girl just graduated college? She looks like an annoying high school student that would be overly into Japanese culture and talks about her thrift store finds CONSTANTLY. And I couldn't believed that her and Kenley laughed at Joe on the runway. Or that Kenley brushed off Tim's suggestions. Um, hello, respect for elders much?
The jacket makes her look totally boxy but the dress was fine. Although I was sort of confused from the beginning about why a kindergarten teacher wouldn't demand pants...

OVERALL: so confused! nothing was spectacular! the worst one didn't get kicked off! Kenley's voice is the most painful thing to listen to ever! AGH!

Thursday, September 18, 2008

you bitches

American Apparel, how dare you. Right when I finally tell you IT'S OVER, you introduce this:
Cotton, high waisted pencil skirt in a million colors for $32? Bitches.

in memorandum


Leah's blog, Art of Schmoozing, is no longer with us. Keep it in your thoughts, send hideous flower arrangements, and make any charitable contributions out to moi. 

hannah has...

A temp job! I'm like Ryan from the office except I promise to never grow a goatee and I'm working 40 hours a week at a life insurance company (exhilarating, I'm aware). It's not super exciting but it is a)cash money into the bank account (my graduation money isn't going to last forever) and b)something to keep me busy while I search for a real person job. AND, I'm sure the office drones that work in life insurance will provide at least the occasional awkward/delightful story. 

Monday, September 15, 2008


can't blog today. too apathetic towards life. at a certain point, after doing nothing for an extended period of time, one starts to feel as if they will never be a productive, useful person ever again. that day is today. 

Sunday, September 14, 2008

losing it

My hair that is. For some reason, I was destined to have hair that feels the need to make a mass exodus every once in a while. The first time a bunch of my hair fell out was my sophomore year of high school when I took Accutane. Then again after my first year of college before I was diagnosed with hypothyroidism. Even after I started taking Synthroid my hair continued to leave trails all over my house. My family doctor and my dermatologist had no answers. "Some people just lose hair really easily from stress," they said. "Nothing you can really do about it," they said. Apparently something stressful could happen to me, or I could endure a period of stress without even really recognizing it (final exams, for example, you know you're stressed but you're sort of used it), and up to six months later my hair could start falling out. SIX MONTH LATER. Of course by then you don't even remember what stressed you out to begin with and the only thing stressing you out then is...your hair is falling out! The only thing my doctor even knew of to suggest were these vitamins for hair and nails, which you have to take six of a day. SIX pills a day which "probably won't do anything, to be honest."
You can't see very well from this photo but these vitamins are called "Marlyn Formula 50." Of course when my doc told me the name of them instead of hearing "Marlyn," I heard "Merlin." And proceeded to go to all sorts of health and nutrition stores asking for "Merlin" vitamins. Gotta love the crazy girl going around asking for magic pills to make her hair grow.

Friday, September 12, 2008

well let me tell you

Today I have to write a letter to a potential future employer who was impressed by my resume but concerned with my youth. I am supposed to convince them to consider me despite this reservation. Ugh. How do you convince someone via electronic mail that you are a responsible adult who is worthy enough to organize their filofax and sort their mail? I mean I moved myself to Canada and graduated from university in three years, how ditzy could I be? This seems like one of those no-win situations; if I'm having to explain why my youth and lack of experience isn't a detriment, it's probably already detrimental enough so that I won't get the job. Or maybe I should just stop blogging and write the thing...oh! On the bright side Macy's and J. Crew are both having huge sales, so maybe after I finish writing I'll console my youthful self with some retail therapy...

Thursday, September 11, 2008

suck it craftsman

Guess what I did today! (I'll wait while you throw out all sorts of fun guesses...) I installed a garage door opener! If you're not absolutely bubbling over with excitement by this announcement, I will be severely disappointed. A garage door opener! And I don't mean "I reprogrammed the remote." I mean screwed the motor to the railing, hung the chain, connected the electricity and everything. Because I am a POWERHOUSE people! Handywoman extraordinaire. So if you need anything done around the house; plumbing, roofing, you know, the like, just give me a call. I'll be over as soon as I stop by home depot to pick up a monogrammed tool belt. 

Picture from here. And no, mine wasn't that complicated.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

evolution


Besides the occasional Donkey Kong binge on the Super Nintendo my roommate and I had in Montreal, I'm not much of a "gamer." I've never played any of those online role playing games or made a Sim and my Tamagotchi lasted for about ten minutes when I was twelve. So why is it that I find myself really wanting Spore?

skincare

Today I needed new face wash. My old kind, a prescription one from my derm, was simply not cutting it. I borrowed a friend's scrub in Nashville and liked the gritty feeling so I thought I would grab the same thing and merrily skipped to wal-mart to retrieve some (I'm living the American dream people). Imagine the awkward crinkly faces I made when I discovered that Neutrogena makes approximtely one million, five hundred thirty three thousand, two hundred and twelve different face soaps. BLACKHEAD ELIMINATING! SKIN REJUVINATING! MICROBEAD EXFOLIATING! And that was just Neutrogena. There was also Clean&Clear, St. Ives, etc. etc. I actually got a little nauseous. I mean, do I, your average consumer, really need sixty choices of face wash? Do I even really need one? Can't I just use, like, a Dove bar? When I was in Paris I washed my face with a tiny bar of soap my mom had stolen from a Marriott at some point and my skin was the clearest it has ever been (Dear Marriott: You can pay me for this shout out with a million of those little bars, thanks!). Ugh. I'm not the sort of person that regularly muses over how to take down the man but seeing row after row of shiny plastic tubes of the same soap-gunk made me feel kind of gross and slimy. I'll let you know if the microbeads clear that up.
Pictures from here and here.

Monday, September 8, 2008

hm...

Anthropologie, sometimes you just confuse me. On the one hand you have this delightful garment, which I would totally give my left kidney for, but on the other hand...what is this?
I mean, according to you, it's the "Parting Gift Jacket," but as far as I can tell the only thing "parting" about this jacket is the fact that it has "parted" with its sleeves. I mean, can you really call this a "jacket" at all? I'm thinking it's more of a...vest? Anthro, why you gotta trip a girl up like that? Although, I will concede that as I've written this post I've kind of grown attached to the vest; I'm thinking big scarf, long sleeve shirt, dark jeans...DAMMIT ANTHROPOLOGIE. Get me every time.

too cool for school


This morning I went to a Roman Civilizations class with my friend at Vandy and it was so delightful! Who knew how fun school could be when you know that you're not going to be quizzed on the material later? I just got sit back, take a few notes so I didn't totally stand out, check out the cute boys (and freaking adorable grad student who was teaching; that's totally allowed if you're not a real student...right?), and listen to all the delightful stories about the founding of Rome and Greek mythology. I've been a student for so long but I didn't realize that I missed it until I got a little taste today. Hm...maybe I'll go back to school sooner than I thought? 

Photo from here.

Sunday, September 7, 2008

why god, why?

So I'm sitting on my computer in Panera pretending to be writing cover letters but mostly browsing online and reading nytimes.com. There is this super adorable boy sitting near me on his computer; think slightly scruffy, grey t-shirt, good arm muscles (but not like gross muscly), and jeans. Sigh. I would totally come up with some bizarre reason to talk to him and introduce myself but I just can't get past these:
Ugh. What kind of libido killing sadist designer invented these? I don't care if they're like, totally comfortable bro, I will never be capable of full on attraction to a guy with these strapped to their feet. It just screams of shot gunning miller lite on the lake with their frat buddies and, even worse, "my mom buys my clothes." UGH.

Saturday, September 6, 2008

there's no h people

My parents need to stop referring to me as "tropical storm hanna." I mean, I don't even see where they are getting that from, my name is clearly HANNAH. And I'm not stormy I'm...stressed. Also, writing half a dozen cover letters a day is causing me to think and talk in sound bytes. FUN. But today is Saturday so I'm going to continue to watch "Must Love Kids" and eat peanut butter toast and zone out until Monday. 

Friday, September 5, 2008

i'm so over the sarah palin silliness but...

how does one even do the following (from New York Magazine)?
"Sarah Palin Switched Colleges Six Times in Six Years. The AP doesn't know how or why, because they couldn't find anyone who could remember her at the schools, which include Matanuska-Susitna College in Alaska, Hawaii Pacific University, North Idaho College, University of Hawaii at Hilo, and the University of Ohio, from which she graduated."

I don't really care that her child is pregnant, or that she mysteriously acquired her youngest child, what I want to know is: how do you switch colleges SIX times? Also, how did you pick the most random universities in America? And that list only has five, what bizarre college was number six? 

Thursday, September 4, 2008

headin' down south


Tomorrow morning I'm shoving what will end up being way too many clothes (especially shoes), my laptop, and some stuff my friend left at her parents' house into my truck (oh that's right, who lives in Kentucky and drives a truck? THIS GIRL), cranking up NPR, and going to visit my friend at Vanderbilt in Nashville. Vandy is playing South Carolina in football tomorrow night so I will get to partake in a time honored southern tradition: tailgating. Think frat boys, grilling stuff, girls in unnecessarily cute dresses and lots of beer. Sigh. The true purpose of this trip will be revealed in due time but for the time being all you need to know is: I'm taking my computer so there will be blog updates (prepare to hear about all sorts of delicious greek life happenings, maybe I'll get hazed!) and the boys in Tennesse are unbearably cute so I'm sure some sort of disaster will take place. Anyways, go 'dores?

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

the internet is hitting too close to home

Banjo Baby recommended a dating persona online quiz and being that I am bored at 5:15 in the afternoon/early evening I took it. She was totally right when she said it would be hilariously dead on. I present to you the following:

The Wild Rose

Random Brutal Love Dreamer (RBLD)

The Wild Rose

Colorful, but unpicked. You are The Wild Rose.

Prone to bouts of cynicism, sarcasm, and thorns, 

you excite a certain kind of man. Hoping to gather you up,

 he flirts and winks and asks you out, ultimately professing his love.

 Then you make him bleed. Why? Because you're the rare, 

independent, self-sufficient kind of woman who does want 

love, but not from a weakling.

You don't seem to take yourself too seriously, and that's refreshing. 

You aren't uptight; you don't over-plan. Romance-wise, sex isn't a 

top priority--a true relationship would be preferable. For your age, you

haven't had a lot of bonafide love experience, though, and this kind of

 gets to core of the issue. You're very selective.

The problem is them, not you, right? You have lofty standards that few measure up to. You're out there all right, but not to be picked up by just anyone.

The Online Dating Persona Test 

jonathan saunders for target


New York Magazine has a slideshow (although I'm not sure three photos does a slideshow make) of Jonathan Saunders new line for target. I don't get it. Do you get it? Is this part of the whole "bringing back 90210" thing?

okay, this is serious


Someone got to my blog by googling "do i put on a strapless dress through my legs." Fair blog viewer, I hope you have figured this out by now but I am really curious to know under which circumstances you needed to GOOGLE this question? I myself have been in a Zara dressing room and gone "hmm...over the head or step in?" but that was usually involving either a skin tight dress or one with many bizarre strappy things. A strapless dress can usually be stepped into and then zipped up, especially if it's really tight around the butt because you don't want to pull the thigh part OVER your bottom and rip the seam where the zipper gets put in (have you ever noticed that EVER tight dress at Zara is ripped there? maybe this "how to get into strapless dresses" issue is more a problem then I initially realized). However, it should be noted that this might be different than what you had in mind when you typed "through my legs;" I hope you were planning on straddling the dress and wearing it Sumo style. Photo from here

90210

Soo....who watched the premier last night? I DID. Actually I tivo-ed it and practiced the drums during the actual show and watched it after but WHATEVER. And that's right, I did sneak in the part about learning the drums. My brother is a freaking music prodigy and I've decided that drums will be my new therapeutic outlet; it's only been two days and I'm already sleeping better. ANYWAYS, because the episode was so "blah" overall, I'm not even going to bother going into the whole: oh-my-god why do none of these girls have arm fat? like even a normal amount? or, why is the lead blonde sort of...not cute? or, why was Ethan/Evan/Whichever wearing short sleeved oxford shirts unbuttoned over wife beaters? No, instead, I'm going to get right to the chase, which is: THEY TOTALLY STOLE THE PRANK PLOTLINE FROM FRIDAY NIGHT LIGHTS. 
(beautiful, and clearly enraged about prank plot line stealing)

I have already waxed romantically about my love for all things FNL, so I not only spotted this right off the bat but was PISSED. Well, not really, but I did sort of chuckle like "hello CW, do you think no one watches NBC here?" Last season on FNL their rivalry totally pranked the football team (I believe they trashed the locker room or something) and the team was instructed not to retaliate UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, and they did, and they got in trouble. I.e. the exact same thing that happened last night except it was a lacrosse team. I mean, come on kids, I know it's Beverly Hills but can you not try to be a little more creative?

P.S. last night I started watching Million Dollar Listing on Bravo (I know, it was an embarrassing day television wise) and I am obsessed with 21 year old little jew Josh, HE'S SO ADORABLE. That's all.