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Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Rain Boot Thoughts




So I have been loving my J.Crew wellies which I got last year. Bright pink, with olive green laces and similar green soles, very cute, and not over-the-top. However, I need some diversity as sometimes it rains and rains for days and they can't be used all the time. Esp when winter comes and the salt on the roads and sidewalks at school will ruin it all...

So I've been shopping around for some new boots. Less than $100. I don't need Hunter Wellingtons if I am buying them myself!!


Here are the runners-up:

Sperry Plaid Pelican Boot in navy/forest for $68:


L.L. Bean Rubber Moc in tan/navy for $59:


Sperry Comorant Moc in navy for $80: (a little bit more fun decorated-wise)


Shearling-Lined L.L. Bean moc in chestnut/chocolate for $114:


Last, but not least:

Sperry Comorant Moc in yellow for $80:




I'd love all of y'alls thoughts!! XOXO

Monday, November 16, 2009

Christmas List




Hey all,

working on my Christmas List.



Does anyone have any input??



XOXO
-Worthy

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Seriously.

Seriously.

Monday

April 26
&
May 3

2004


Changed my entire life.


2 steps forward and 15 steps back.

For Izzy, today





Ode to the Nice Girls
This is my tribute to the nice girls. To the nice girls who are overlooked, who become friends and nothing more, who spend hours fixating upon their looks and their personalities and their actions because it must be they that are doing something wrong. This is for the girls who don't give it up on the first date, who don't want to play mind games, who provide a comforting hug and a supportive audience for a story they've heard a thousand times. This is an homage to the girls who laugh loud and often, who are comfortable in skirts and sweats and combat boots, who care more than they should for guys who don't deserve their attention. This is for those girls who have been in the trenches, who have watched other girls time and time again fake up and make up and fuck up the guys in their lives without saying a word. This is for the girls who have been there from the beginning and have heard the trite words of advice, from "there are plenty of fish in the sea," to "time heals all wounds."

This is for the girls who have spent their weekends sitting on the sidelines of a beer pong tournament or a case race, or playing Florence Nightingale for a vomiting guy friend or a comatose crush, who have received a drunk phone call just before dawn from someone who doesn't care enough to invite them over but is still willing to pass out in their bed. This is for the girls who have left sad song lyrics in their away messages, who have time and time again dropped their male friend hint after hint after hint. This is for the girls who have been told that they're too good or too smart or too pretty, who have been given compliments as a way of breaking off a relationship.

This one's for the girls who you can take home to mom, but won't because it's easier to sleep with a whore than foster a relationship; this is for the girls who have been led on by words and kisses and touches, all of which were either only true for the moment, or never real to begin with. This is for the girls who have had their hearts broken and their hopes dashed by someone too cavalier to have cared in the first place; this is for the nights spent dissecting every word and syllable and inflection in his speech, for the nights when you've returned home alone.

This is for the hugs you've received from your female friends, for the nights they've reassured you that you are beautiful and intelligent and amazing and loyal and truly worthy of a great guy. This is for the girls who have been used and abused, who have endured what he was giving because at least he was giving something; this is for the stupidity of the nights we've believed that something was better than nothing, though his something was nothing we'd have ever wanted. This is for the girls who have been satisfied with too little and who have learned never to expect anything more: for the girls who don't think that they deserve more, because they've been conditioned for so long to accept the scraps thrown to them by guys.

Men complain that they never meet nice girls, girls who are genuinely interested and compelling, who are intelligent and sweet and smart and beautiful; men despair that no good women want to share in their lives, that girls play mind games, that girls love to keep them hanging. We nice girls are everywhere. But you're not looking for a nice girl. You're not looking for someone genuinely interested in your intramural basketball game, or your anatomy midterm grade, or that argument you keep having with your father; you're looking for a quick fix.

So don't say you're on the lookout for nice girls, guys, when you pass us up on every step you take. You don't want the nice girls, so don't say you're looking for a relationship: relationships take time and energy and intent, three things we're willing to extend - - but in return, we're looking for compassion and loyalty and trust, three things you never seem willing to express.