I don't think I'm a super fancy girl, but I do hate Old Navy...so maybe I am.
I can plow through a Marshalls, TJ Maxx, (and even Ross with the right amount of energy) and love every minute. There's just something about child mannequins and ill fitting cotton that makes me...itchy?
This week I was forced to patron Old Navy and came up with what I think are pretty productive rules. If properly followed, a decent shopping experience can be had at Old Navy.
Get ready. These are ground breaking...
1) While it's tempting to get a smoking deal on an entire outfit, it is absolutely necessary to only purchase the top tier clothing at Old Navy. Don't worry this won't break the bank, I don't think. On Wednesday's lunch hour for example, I ended up buying a light weight knit pull-over that was $24.95 after trying on whole ensembles that would have cost the same amount. I won't get into the whole "trying on" experience there- maybe a later post. The point is, the clothes that seem too cheap are usually just too cheap...and almost never worth it. The entire outfit will typically scream OLD NAVY, or if you're lucky, Target- not that there's anything wrong with that. A basic and somewhat normally priced item doesn't scream anything...if subtlety is your goal- perhaps we are like minded individuals ;)
2) When you do find that worthy item (that is not on clearance) pay close attention to the stitching, lines etc. If you think Old Navy clothing doesn't get shipped over from a sweat shop across the world, you're wrong. They know it. We all know it. So, pending the size(s) accommodates your needs- ALWAYS opt for taking the one off of the creepy mannequin. Obviously they put the best of the best on display. It is worth having perhaps a different color- I went with white instead of pink in order to obey this rule and I'm pretty pleased with my purchase. Chalk it up to the universe forcing you to go outside of your comfort zone. I rarely buy white but I love my new three-quarter sleeve sweater.
Follow these two rules and you just might find something worth your time at Old Navy...and if not you can swing by DSW after and get some shoes.
Happy Weekend...and Happy Shopping if you can swing it!
Friday, August 9, 2013
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
|This is my perfect day hair. Also my perfect day lips. |
A perfect day.
It's very possible that my gals and I have gone around a dinner table and each responded to this prompt...What is your perfect day? Good lesson to be learned here- women really like talking. What?!
Obviously starting out with a magical walk on the beach and ending with dinner at Ruth's Chris would qualify as perfect. These days in the midst of grad school, work, tight quarters and schedules, my perfect day has become just a bit simpler, and much more realistic.
I just wanna...
Be woken up by my husband on his way out the door, at 7.
Drink my latest Nespresso fave "Trieste Napoli". Somehow it's just as fun to pretend I'm a Barista as it is to sip on that delightful brew.
Since my gym bag will have been packed the night before (it was done at the end of the perfect day prior) I'll throw on my favorite Nike Capri's and the rest of the necessary work-out/outer wear faves. The reality is I run (pretty slowly) on a treadmill, not in the "outer" parts, but try to look like I have it together when I arrive to the gym. I figure I might as well fool at least a few people into thinking I'm stylishly athletic. I actually sweat all over my favorite avocado, touristy t-shirt cerca Cabo 2010. It's that real effortless look.
After my work out, I shower at the gym since I didn't forget my shower flip-flops. Why do I always forget my flip flops? Perfect days don't include forgetting.
Then I head to work, and on the way eat the other half of my PB&J that I made for breakfast. Jillian says you should eat protein before and after a work out...why not? I'm tuned into 760 KFMB and even though it's only 9am, the Sean Hannity show is on.
I probably should have mentioned that I did blow-dry my hair and it did turn out very straight. Days that aren't perfect are typically about baby powder and buns, not blow-drying.
Work flies by and I am so productive that I even get in some reading for class and a blog post. My class is tomorrow night, not tonight, because it's a perfect day.
I get home and am greeted by my boo and my cat. The three of us eat dinner then watch last weeks' SNL.
We're in bed by 10...and I actually have washed my face, and put in my retainers (sexy right?). My hub makes fun of my temporary speech imped for a few minutes, then we spoon.
And that's all folks.