My Fashion Godmother

Last night I had a much needed conversation with my dear friend, Mary. I first met Mary two summers ago when I interned at Bill Me Later in Baltimore. Although Mary lives in Chicago, she'd come into the BML office every few weeks for meetings. I'm not sure how she ended up sitting with me at my desk, but every time she came into Baltimore, she was right there in my least between meetings.

Mary is probably the most fashionable person I know- she's my size, yet still manages to find clothes that are cute and appropriate for work. Mary and I used to go out for lunch, talk about our embarrassing love for Uggs and her travels around the world. I even spent a few days with Mary in Chicago after Blogher. She took me to high tea and introduced me to Bellinis and I felt like the most fabulous and classy lady in the entire world.

Though we don't talk as often as I'd like, I know that Mary is always there if I need her. Mary is a bit older than me, so I'm pretty sure she knows everything. That's why I frantically called her about my lack of Armani-appropriate clothing for London.

And you know what? She was perfectly calm and told me exactly what she would pack if she was in my situation. She told me she could picture the outfits I should bring in her mind, and described some key pieces I should find before I go to London.

The best part? She offered to lend me some of her fabulous clothing. At first I was a bit hesitant. I mean, she offered up her Prada boots. PRADA BOOTS!! I have never been near anything Prada in my life... (Unfortunately, even though Mary is currently in Baltimore, her Prada boots are back in Chicago.)

BUT...she will be leaving  me a DVF wrap dress. I think it'll be the perfect outfit for my first day at work. Plus, Mary may even come to retrieve her dress visit me in London. 

Here's my interpretation of Mary's London Picks. Now, before you freak out about the $800 shoes, keep in mind, this is just a guide for the types of things I should be looking for. And hey, if I'm making the guide, I might as well put in the best ;)

Girl's Night Out

Last week, I had the pleasure of attending Shecky's Girls Night Out! It was particularly fun because I got a (FREE!) press pass and was allowed to bring a friend. So...I brought Arielle. Although I wanted to take pictures (I brought my camera and everything), I forgot my memory card.

Fortunately, Arielle brought her camera and took these photos:


We just had to stop and take a photo at "Lan Nail Salon" in the south end. I definitely need to get my nails done there and meet the other Lan.


One of those drinks is actually mine, Arielle's not an alcoholic!

Xrated flirtini

x-rated flirtinis. Very delicious!


Jewelry from Emerge, an amazing foundation that empowers women who have survived abuse.

Overall, we had a great time. There were a bunch of vendors selling everything from handmade knits to jewelery. To be honest, Arielle and I weren't really there to do any shopping, we just thought it would be a fun and relaxing night out. A chance to enjoy free drinks, window shop and get a great goody bag.

If you're planning on going to a Shecky's event in your city, make sure you get there early- the lines got a little crazy!

The science of pink


Happy Pink Thursday, muffins!

Megan, my fabulous roommate from last year, sent me this photo of her bio notes. I think it's particularly fabulous, and very fitting, because Megan is coming up to visit this weekend.

I miss her tons, and I'm so excited for a great weekend filled with food, costumes, coloring, the mustache game, debauchery, shopping, pumpkins and reading some very interesting poetry from our favorite 15 year old- don't ask.

Anyway- I hope you all have a great weekend and a fantastic Halloween. Be safe and have fun. Oh, and send me/post your costume photos- I want to see what you all come up with!

Things are looking up!

Bos (79 of 85)

Well, not to jinx it, but life is going pretty well right now. A close friend of mine from high school just got engaged and another friend got into med school. I'm so excited for both of them. It's ridiculous to think we're old enough to be getting married, graduating from college, going to med school/grad school, looking for our first jobs...

On a much smaller scale, a few exciting things have happened to me this week:

  • I finally worked up the courage to try out for a solo in a cappella, and guess what? I got it! I'll be singing the main part in Liz Phair's "Why Can't I" in our fall concert.
  • I was stopped at the SOWA open market and photographed by a local fashion blogger. Check out my outfit here. Thanks Allie!
  • My dad brought me his extra flash, and Kristyn/Izzy are going to show me how to use it. This means I'll be able to share some of my favorite recipes, complete with photos. 
So ladies and gents, how is your week going? Anything exciting going on? Do share!

It makes me weak...

Brown flowers

There are so many things that make me weak, that make me melt a little inside or audibly squeal in excitement:

It's the last flowers of summer fighting fall's chilly takeover. It's the tickles I get from my new puppy's tongue or the pride I feel when my little sister's immense talents are recognized.

It's the wonderful guy that remembers the color of the notebook I misplaced the week before...or the whiff of clean laundry I get when I bury my face in his chest and he wraps his arms around me.

It's the roommates whotake photos of me everyday for my new fashion venture, who share the dish washing responsibilities, and cook me poptarts when I burn the first batch. (Apparently our toaster has a special "poptart" setting. Who knew?).

It's the drunk texts from friends that explain so much and make me miss them even more.

So what if I'm a little weak...because my weaknesses only make me stronger.



Yesterday I went to the Revere beach with Kristyn and Pinkey. We packed up a cooler, piled into the Pinkey-mobile and left the city to enjoy the sunshine. I brought my new camera with me and made sure to take tons of pictures. I chased seagulls, got extremely close to seaweed and snapped photos of the girls...just for you!


I just found out I'm not allergic to blueberries- thanks Kristyn for the heads up. It was a great day at the beach and I can't wait to go back!

Target speaks my language!

It's no secret that I love Target. Whenever I go home, I make sure to make at least one solo trip so I can try on heaps of clothes and check out the discounted dvds. Though some of my Target trips have a purpose, most are just because I am frickin in love with that place.

I recently stumbled upon a funny ad on their site, which only made me love them even more. Just last summer, I remember walking my dog Sabi and talking on my cell phone with a (Catholic) school friend. He was working in a furniture warehouse, so I asked him if he was responsible for "schlepping" things. He had no idea what I was talking about.

Though I know that the word "schlep" clearly has Jewish origins, I figured that most people were familiar with it. Apparently,  he wasn't. But....the fantastic people at Target are:


And not that I need a new tote bag, but how classy would I look schlepping groceries in this?

The Best Week(end) Ever!

Hey kiddos!

I had such a fantastic weekend! This is a very link heavy post, only because I've collected little "mementos" of the weekend's festivities in my springpad. It's a great way to keep track of my favorite restaurants, recipes and the products I love! I think it's pretty fabulous that I actually use the product I promote for work. I've had a lot of fun adding things this week, so I hope you'll check out  my profile :)

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No work on Friday meant a day of grocery shopping and cooking. We typically do a big dinner every Friday night, complete with food, friends and lots of wine. Rach and I were responsible for the main course, so we made Macaroni and Cheese with Cauliflower and a really fantastic tomato and mushroom tart. (Click the link to get the recipes!) Both dishes were delicious, but I definitely recommend the second!

If you'll notice, I have no good food photos...this is because my pictures only turn out when it's sunny. The natural light in my house sucks. Therefore, I'm thinking of investing in a new and much better camera: The Nikon D5000. It's my dad's pick, but after doing some research, I think it's probably the best for me. 

Saturday night I had a lovely BBQ with friends and then headed to watch the fireworks on the BU bridge. There was a bunch of alcohol consumed...I even ended up buying a bottle of champagne from Shaws! Needless to say, I was shocked when I accidentally opened the bottle. I was merely trying to loosen the cork and it exploded!  I was not prepared for that. Fortunately, the bottle wasn't directed at anyone's face!

Sunday, we got brunch at Zaftigs, my new favorite place. Technically, it wasn't really brunch because we didn't get seated until after 1:30...and I had grilled cheese.

I also went on another Jdate, and this time, I'm happy to say he's the kind of boy I can tell my mom about (Hi Mom, I love you)! Not only did he arrive on time, he was early! He also only whipped out his phone to show me photos of his dog...who I sort of want to steal. At the end of the date, he walked me to the door, gave me a proper yet awkward goodnight kiss and said:

"I'm DEFINITELY going to give you a call."

To which I responded:

"I'm DEFINITELY going to pick up."

Classy Alana...very classy. How the heck do these things come out of my mouth?

PS- This morning, when I went to find my Charlie card to pay my T fare, I came to a realization: I wasn't carded last night at the bar. This may not sound like a big deal, but this has NEVER happened to me before. Does that mean I'm a grown up? Not that I support underage drinking...but I look like I'm 15 and they didn't ask for ID ;)

Phase 3: The Drastic Hair Change


If phase one of dealing with heartbreak is crying your eyes out, and phase two is cutting off contact with the offending party, then phase three is definitely the drastic hair change.  I'm the kind of girl who likes to purge all evil  from her life- if a shirt reminds me of a bad date, I give it to my roommate to hide in her dresser;  if old text messages bring back difficult memories, I delete them permanently from my phone. Why hang on to things that conjure up memories of an unpleasant past when you can move forward and start over? While I know many women act extremely drastically, I find that changing my hairstyle is a small yet powerful way for me to once again feel in control of my life. I've been known to crave a full out hair makeover after emerging from a bad breakup, but today I opted for highlights.

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As I sat on the couch watching Harry Potter with my roommate, I grabbed my phone and texted Big-D. I briefly filled her in on my latest romantic hiccup (I should totally copyright that phrase) and explained my insane urge to alter my appearance. She agreed to meet me at CVS 15 minutes later to buy the dye.

Although I probably should have felt nervous about letting a friend dye my hair, I had full faith in Big-D. It's so strange to go from utter sadness to complete numbness in a matter of hours. This week has been a whirlwind of these two feelings, and frankly, it's exhausting. As I sat it Big-D's bathroom, my hair absorbing the potent red dye, I stared blankly in front of me. I had no idea what would become of my hair, but instead of freaking out, I just stared at the wall, numb, unaffected and silent.

"Whatever you think. I trust you completely," I kept repeating whenever Big-D asked for my opinion.

"I just need a change," I responded.

Now, about four hours later, I'm the recipient of some (subtle) red highlights and a trim. My side bangs are back and better than ever. A special thanks to Big-D for dropping everything and granting a crazy girl's wish tonight. Who needs an expensive hair salon when you have a  friend who is willing to play stylist at 8:30 PM on a Sunday? If that's not the sign of a great friend, I don't know what is...

Neshikot Recording Sesh and CD Design!

Hey bloggos!

I'm currently sitting in the student union attempting to complete my final writing assignment of the year. It's an op-ed piece and I get to write about whatever I want. Of course, whenever I'm unsure about a homework topic, I go to my roommate for inspiration.

Thanks to Megan, I'm now writing my paper on Iceland. Yup. I'm very excited. So excited in fact, that I desperately want to skip finals and take an impromptu trip to Reykjavik. Because Iceland's economy (as well as everyone else's) is doing so badly, flights are EXTREMELY cheap. Anyone want to take a last minute trip with me?

In other news, Rachel L took some photos at our a cappella recording sesh on Friday. We recorded the base tracks and will finish up everyone's individual parts next week. Here are a few photos to give you a little taste of being international recording superstars (haha):


Just messing around with the girls.


With Riki, my co-soprano.

And now, what you've all been waiting for: the CD design! Keep in mind, the song list isn't correct. I was required to list 8 songs to complete my design assignment, but the group is actually only recording 5 songs at this time.

Cd cover

The cover. Yes, that is yours truly. All of the photographs in this project are courtesy of my wonderful dad. We had such a great photo shoot! In case you're curious about the random scribble-like text at the top of the CD, it's Hebrew, and says Neshikot aka kisses. (Thus the title and the theme of the CD design!)

Cd insert

How fabulous is this wheelbarrow? Although it's been sitting on my front porch for ages, I never really noticed it until the photo shoot. Apparently, it's super old, so old in fact that there's a photo lying around somewhere of my grandma sitting in it back in the day! I really really wanted to re-do that photo with me in place of my Gigi, but I didn't want to risk breaking the EXTREMELY fragile wheelbarrow.


The blue circle is just a placeholder for the hole in the center of the CD. I find it a little strange that I chose sunflowers for this shoot, mainly because my mom dislikes them. To her, the really tall ones remind her of people, and she finds that creepy. I used to pretend I didn't like sunflowers to be cool like my mom. Looking back, I also insisted blue was my favorite color to conform with my older sister. Well, confession time, blue was never my favorite color and I think I love sunflowers.

Cd back
And finally, the back cover. This is my favorite design, probably because my dad and I spent so much time manipulating the colors in Adobe Photoshop Lightroom.  The little orange stripes on the side fold over and are used as the CD's spines.

For all you photogs out there, my dad insists that Lightroom is a superior photo editing program designed for photographers. He refuses to use regular photoshop, partially because he hates having to work in layers. So to recap: use Lightroom and you'll be fab like my dad.

So what do you guys think? Are  you as in love with sunflowers (and wheelbarrows and daffodils and my beautiful backyard) as I am? Do you like the design?