<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6925894240976226615</id><updated>2012-01-26T14:12:13.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emily Has Things</title><subtitle type='html'>a record of my contributions to consumerism in this time of economic despair</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyhasthings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925894240976226615/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyhasthings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>@emllewellyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315498526572842896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/S-xFfX5uhMI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Fu5-GuJMShI/s1600-R/n17803427_33519443_4839.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6925894240976226615.post-749795615206489970</id><published>2010-05-21T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T18:08:45.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i have/had shoes</title><content type='html'>I love shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know girls have to love shoes, but for real-- I love shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I'm not super picky about my shoes. I don't spend a lot of money on single pairs of shoes, I just spend money on a lot of pairs of shoes. I collect shoes. I have always received compliments on my shoes. Shoes, cardigans, and headbands. Definition of style to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not get crazy, though. I have cool shoes but only in select styles. I dig flats. I like pretty heels, but I like them high, and I like them classic. I am no Kim Kardashian when it comes to shoes, though I will admit, these caged booties are pretty awesome. If only I were brave enough to wear them.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfyP_DhnAG0/S8kFSzFq6sI/AAAAAAAAlBY/_CL0wgrGwoY/s640/Kim-Kardashian-back-from-Spain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 363px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfyP_DhnAG0/S8kFSzFq6sI/AAAAAAAAlBY/_CL0wgrGwoY/s640/Kim-Kardashian-back-from-Spain.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If I could, I would have a walk-in closet, and I would dedicate a whole wall to shoes. Not a new concept, but of course, in my little basement apartment, I don't have a walk-in closet, and my shoe wall is reduced to a shoe bin that I've been carting around since my freshman year at the dorms. And even though I hoe through my shoes every year or so, my shoe bin has lately looked like this:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/S_cgwMFS3II/AAAAAAAAAaU/7C9s7YA_3rE/s1600/p_00003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/S_cgwMFS3II/AAAAAAAAAaU/7C9s7YA_3rE/s400/p_00003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473879884341369986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quelle nightmare!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47 pairs of shoes! Not only do my shoes not even all fit in the bin, but it's a disaster pile that is impossible to dig through. And though I'm as sentimental as they come, and I can argue, "What if I need them sometime!" as hard as anyone, I will always want new shoes. So Mr. Ames gave me the instruction,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;For each new pair, I must get rid of two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those yellow heels, the green fake Keds and new tennies are my three newest pairs of shoes, for which I had not yet sacrificed to the shoe gods, so I decided to reorganize, beginning by making three areas of the living room: 1. For Keeps 2. For Maybe Keeps 3. For Probably Not Keeps.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/S_ciikYOz2I/AAAAAAAAAac/9JUIdlLBfgw/s1600/p_00004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/S_ciikYOz2I/AAAAAAAAAac/9JUIdlLBfgw/s400/p_00004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473881849368334178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course, there's the fourth group-- For Keeps Forever Because These Are Already A Late-90s Relic:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/S_cjVm38i5I/AAAAAAAAAak/A23tYPtRx80/s1600/p_00006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/S_cjVm38i5I/AAAAAAAAAak/A23tYPtRx80/s400/p_00006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473882726211554194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eat your heart out, Melissa Joan Heart. My grandchildren had better appreciate these in 50 years because these will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; get thrown away. I wore them to my 8th grade "graduation" dance and had my hair done at the salon and wished John Ferris would have danced with me. I should really give them their own box and stack them with my wedding shoes-- that's how real I'm being about them, guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my sifting, I kept 29 pairs and put 6 pairs in a box to offer to the thrifting gods.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/S_coiGJo6CI/AAAAAAAAAa0/a1W5tHMcQj8/s1600/p_00009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/S_coiGJo6CI/AAAAAAAAAa0/a1W5tHMcQj8/s400/p_00009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473888438323832866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Red flats I wore to college convocation and are actually little girls' shoes; black flats I wore for the run of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pericles&lt;/span&gt; all fall semester 2008; sandals I got at Rite-Aid for $8, painted green heels I sniped from HCTO before a yard sale that were used in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thoroughly Modern Millie&lt;/span&gt;; navy grandma loafers that I got at DI, wore four times, then determined I wasn't cool enough to wear grandma DI clothes the way my friend &lt;a href="http://helpingdressmyself.blogspot.com/"&gt;Julie &lt;/a&gt;does (she particularly wears polyester and pleated pants very well); and beach shoes from Maine that were taken in this picture, and then determined to not be sacrificed after all because I can take them back to Maine where they may become suitable porch shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found12 pairs to be unfit (read: too stinky) for any other human to wear.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/S_cml_D-EhI/AAAAAAAAAas/AmPsFLg1bhM/s1600/p_00010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/S_cml_D-EhI/AAAAAAAAAas/AmPsFLg1bhM/s400/p_00010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473886306117227026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Goodbye red boat shoes I bought during &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Little Women&lt;/span&gt; and wore through England! Goodbye music note shoes! Goodbye favorite flats, and first pair of trendy boots I bought in my adult life for only $19.99, and best cranberry knit boots every missing one button! Goodbye Rocket Dog velcro shoes I found on eBay as a senior in high school after they stopped manufacturing them, and New Balance sneakers that saw me through all my folk dance years! Goodbye slip-on moccasins I got at the BYU bookstore for 40% off that were almost ruined when it rained torrential rain the very first day I wore them, and the yellow jelly shoes that never looked good with my ankles but were jelly shoes and therefore had to be worn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;18 shoes gone / 2 (for each new pair at a 2:1 ratio) - 1 yellow heels - 1 green fake Keds - 1 tennies = 6 new pairs for the summerrrrrrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only we're on a budget, Mom, so I won't get 6, promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6925894240976226615-749795615206489970?l=emilyhasthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyhasthings.blogspot.com/feeds/749795615206489970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emilyhasthings.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-havehad-shoes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925894240976226615/posts/default/749795615206489970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925894240976226615/posts/default/749795615206489970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyhasthings.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-havehad-shoes.html' title='i have/had shoes'/><author><name>@emllewellyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315498526572842896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/S-xFfX5uhMI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Fu5-GuJMShI/s1600-R/n17803427_33519443_4839.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kfyP_DhnAG0/S8kFSzFq6sI/AAAAAAAAlBY/_CL0wgrGwoY/s72-c/Kim-Kardashian-back-from-Spain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6925894240976226615.post-3601050119078259744</id><published>2010-03-22T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T09:39:01.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i have a jonesing for new glasses</title><content type='html'>Kay so I want new glasses, right? The ones I'd ideally like are name-brand and a few hundred dollars. They sure are shiny and retro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/S6eV9X54KrI/AAAAAAAAAW4/xXumcsTiF6s/s1600-h/RAY_BAN_RB_5201_2372_SMALL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 139px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/S6eV9X54KrI/AAAAAAAAAW4/xXumcsTiF6s/s320/RAY_BAN_RB_5201_2372_SMALL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451490755576605362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since I don't have that kind of money to just flip around when there are bills and insurance to be paid, I'm opting for a pair from &lt;a href="https://www.zennioptical.com/home.php"&gt;zennioptical.com&lt;/a&gt;. It's like getting glasses from a shady street vendor in New York except without the shady or the street vendor. Or the New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my top-three choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Number One&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/S6eVkuqeOfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/qazWQY7hm4s/s1600-h/NewGlasses1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 106px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/S6eVkuqeOfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/qazWQY7hm4s/s320/NewGlasses1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451490332189276658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Note the funny little design on the bridge of the nose. These are a fun alternative to the Ray Bans, yeah? I dig the tortoise shell design, and that they're chunky, and that they are a "men's" design because big glasses look good on my big face. Also I need a wide lens because my eyes are so big hair toss. But for real. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Price: $12.95 + lenses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Number Two:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/S6eVhJks-KI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7Zv0dwk_zwc/s1600-h/NewGlasses2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 105px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/S6eVhJks-KI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7Zv0dwk_zwc/s320/NewGlasses2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451490270693357730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Only in the tortoise shell pattern or black/white, for texture and also for the gold rim around the lens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/S6eVdZ8mYaI/AAAAAAAAAWg/OSzc29Z57IQ/s1600-h/NewGlasses2.5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/S6eVdZ8mYaI/AAAAAAAAAWg/OSzc29Z57IQ/s320/NewGlasses2.5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451490206369079714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These don't feature the little nose pads that Number One has, and I do think I'd like the adjustable nose pads since my current frames don't have nose pads and they're very heavy on my nose. These might not be so bad though. These are pretty close to the Ray Bans. Little different. Still borderline hipstery. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Price: $19 + lenses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Number Three:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/S6eTpuqHHqI/AAAAAAAAAWY/h86Egy4lzQA/s1600-h/NewGlasses3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 104px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/S6eTpuqHHqI/AAAAAAAAAWY/h86Egy4lzQA/s320/NewGlasses3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451488219063852706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little more mod. There is the issue of the swirly design on the sides, but I think I'm into it. There's no rim on the lenses, but they're an interesting shape. Still, maybe a little too narrow for my enormous eyes hair toss? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Price: $23.95 + lenses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please assist. The pressure is too great. I can't possibly make a decision all by myself when we're talking like $20 here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6925894240976226615-3601050119078259744?l=emilyhasthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyhasthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3601050119078259744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emilyhasthings.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-have-jonesing-for-new-glasses.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925894240976226615/posts/default/3601050119078259744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925894240976226615/posts/default/3601050119078259744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyhasthings.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-have-jonesing-for-new-glasses.html' title='i have a jonesing for new glasses'/><author><name>@emllewellyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315498526572842896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/S-xFfX5uhMI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Fu5-GuJMShI/s1600-R/n17803427_33519443_4839.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/S6eV9X54KrI/AAAAAAAAAW4/xXumcsTiF6s/s72-c/RAY_BAN_RB_5201_2372_SMALL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6925894240976226615.post-8608440151904112339</id><published>2010-03-04T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T21:19:52.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have boring things to buy</title><content type='html'>Let me tell you about my most recent contributions to the economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pavcsk12.org/newsroom/assets/image/RentLogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 122px;" src="http://www.pavcsk12.org/newsroom/assets/image/RentLogo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(for our apartment, not the musical. the musical would be more interesting.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.alohasdhomes.com/images/farmers.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 202px;" src="http://www.alohasdhomes.com/images/farmers.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://carolinasdeliveryservice.guypc.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/groceries3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://carolinasdeliveryservice.guypc.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/groceries3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hbdthermoid.com/images/industrial_hose/gasoline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 208px;" src="http://www.hbdthermoid.com/images/industrial_hose/gasoline.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pcql.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/pensacola-fort-walton-medical-bills-bankruptcy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 217px;" src="http://www.pcql.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/pensacola-fort-walton-medical-bills-bankruptcy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being on a budget is suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuper boring, you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6925894240976226615-8608440151904112339?l=emilyhasthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyhasthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8608440151904112339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emilyhasthings.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-have-boring-things-to-buy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925894240976226615/posts/default/8608440151904112339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925894240976226615/posts/default/8608440151904112339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyhasthings.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-have-boring-things-to-buy.html' title='i have boring things to buy'/><author><name>@emllewellyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315498526572842896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/S-xFfX5uhMI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Fu5-GuJMShI/s1600-R/n17803427_33519443_4839.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6925894240976226615.post-7804227111938240675</id><published>2010-03-03T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T08:28:46.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have a great outfit today</title><content type='html'>Today is one of those perfectly not-winter-not-spring days. The weather has been changing like crazy-- I've been waking up with headaches, which is the worst, but it's also a sign of a lot of pressure changes. It sprinkled a pretty little rain for about 0.2397 seconds at 8AM. It made me excited for spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually got ready this morning, and even though I didn't particularly have "enough time" (read: 20 minutes), I managed to pull it together-- me and my body-wash-washed hair. Speaking of my hair, I'd really like to dye it again. Also I'm growing it back out (again) so that it will look something like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/S46IrOYQyWI/AAAAAAAAAVw/PA1MhsUAGcU/s1600-h/Parfait+Hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/S46IrOYQyWI/AAAAAAAAAVw/PA1MhsUAGcU/s320/Parfait+Hair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444439275713120610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;because this hair is parfait hair, and so is her makeup. I want to live in the 60s. But I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My perfect not-winter-not-spring-not-1960s outfit looks like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Headband (Forever 21). Black. Bow. Perfect.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/S46J6tYdVZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/vjLjZg4NA90/s1600-h/headband.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 175px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/S46J6tYdVZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/vjLjZg4NA90/s320/headband.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444440641245107602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Note: this is me wearing this headband sometime last summer, and looking very excited because I won Pin the Tail on the Donkey at Michael's birthday party by pinning the freaking tail on the donkey &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXACTLY WHERE IT'S SUPPOSED TO GO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. This dress (Target), only it's black on top with a black and pink and purple skirt so it's like subtle spring. Like spring at nighttime. Like spring that's just a little chilly still. Also it's got an elastic belt that hits me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just so&lt;/span&gt; and makes me want to be more like Julie and Jessica, who belt everything in their wardrobes because it makes them look fantastic. Maybe they're on to something here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/S46Kf8SRErI/AAAAAAAAAWA/5CdbCOuJxAo/s1600-h/Dress.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/S46Kf8SRErI/AAAAAAAAAWA/5CdbCOuJxAo/s320/Dress.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444441280900829874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Note: my skin is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IN NO WAY&lt;/span&gt; so lovely and golden and warm. I don't think I could ever be this color tan if even dreamed about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Cardigan (Old Navy), since it's not-spring, but white, because it's not-winter.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/S46K0pdtZAI/AAAAAAAAAWI/EsgyqZd21-g/s1600-h/Cardigan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 189px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/S46K0pdtZAI/AAAAAAAAAWI/EsgyqZd21-g/s320/Cardigan.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444441636625802242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Note: This is close to a Perfect Cardigan. I almost bought one in every color, except I'd already bought three others that day when I went shopping for new clothes because I got a new job and needed new work clothes. Duh. Of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Leggings (Forever 21). This dress is short, which would make me unprofessional in the workplace. Also, this dress is short, which would make me freeze.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://collegecandy.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/black-leggings-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 239px;" src="http://collegecandy.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/black-leggings-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Note: If you think these are my legs-- or that is my flat stomach-- you are sooooooooorely mistaken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Gray boots that make me feel like Peter Pan (Target). These keep me warm.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/S46L921VCII/AAAAAAAAAWQ/i_cezdKhm8U/s1600-h/Boots.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/S46L921VCII/AAAAAAAAAWQ/i_cezdKhm8U/s320/Boots.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444442894344980610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Note: Take the buckles off the boots in this picture, and that's what my actual boots look like. Slouchy and knee-high and like Peter Pan, am I right am I right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Also, every bit of jewelry I'm wearing today was given to me by Mr. Ames, who let me snuggle up real tight to him last night after I had a very bad dream in which our campus library blew up and everyone died. Apparently, I have an active imagination, and my dream-mourning may have manifested itself by the abundance of black in my outfit today. How fitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this is the greatest album you will ever own&lt;/span&gt;, so you must buy it. If you don't know The Rocket Summer, and if you think you don't care, you're wrong, and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://emilyhasthings.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-have-music.html"&gt;please read this post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://drivebymedia.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/trsmen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 341px;" src="http://drivebymedia.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/trsmen.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6925894240976226615-7804227111938240675?l=emilyhasthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyhasthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7804227111938240675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emilyhasthings.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-have-great-outfit-today.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925894240976226615/posts/default/7804227111938240675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925894240976226615/posts/default/7804227111938240675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyhasthings.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-have-great-outfit-today.html' title='i have a great outfit today'/><author><name>@emllewellyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315498526572842896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/S-xFfX5uhMI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Fu5-GuJMShI/s1600-R/n17803427_33519443_4839.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/S46IrOYQyWI/AAAAAAAAAVw/PA1MhsUAGcU/s72-c/Parfait+Hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6925894240976226615.post-3054686924690449584</id><published>2010-01-14T13:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T13:40:37.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have back fat</title><content type='html'>Gross, right? But guess what. I also have stomach fat. And arm fat. And chin fat. Fat fat fat all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I get it-- I am not a Fat Girl. I know this. I know that people don't look at me and think, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Geez, look at that fatty.&lt;/span&gt; I've recently arrived at the conclusion that, even though I may have to buy a Large cardigan at Forever 21, it is because Forever 21 is made for 13-year olds and a Large cardigan does not make me a Large person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I'm a little round here and there, let's just be honest. While I'm not a fatty, I'm also not a skinny little thing with skinny pants and skinny shirts and skinny skinny. The reality is that I do have to buy Large cardigans at Forever 21. It's a truth. And, having been thinner in my past, I know it's a reality to be thinner in my present. No amount of layering and distracting the eye with interesting headbands will change the fact that I could stand to lose a few, if for no other reason than to make myself feel better about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LET IT BE KNOWN&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;I am resolved to lose 15 lbs by the end of March, after which I will reevaluate and, depending on how we feel about things, proceed for another 5 lbs by the end of April. By then, I'll be healthy, hydrated, less jiggly, and maybe a little more on my way to looking like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn1.tweegee.com/Cms/News/1/4/1641/6722_128798844328201985420_Original.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 265px;" src="http://cdn1.tweegee.com/Cms/News/1/4/1641/6722_128798844328201985420_Original.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Because I think she is about the epitome of femininity and elegance and being perfectly healthy and not stick thin. Also, if I look more like this, I bet I'm also one step closer to winning an Oscar. Win win win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6925894240976226615-3054686924690449584?l=emilyhasthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyhasthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3054686924690449584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emilyhasthings.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-have-back-fat.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925894240976226615/posts/default/3054686924690449584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925894240976226615/posts/default/3054686924690449584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyhasthings.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-have-back-fat.html' title='i have back fat'/><author><name>@emllewellyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315498526572842896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/S-xFfX5uhMI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Fu5-GuJMShI/s1600-R/n17803427_33519443_4839.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6925894240976226615.post-7236913518975570845</id><published>2009-12-23T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T17:31:23.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have a friend named julie</title><content type='html'>Julie isn't a thing, she's a person, but I figure she's good for the blog since I have her. For a friend, anyway. She got me a really cool watch for Christmas that I've eyed for literally two years, so I guess that counts for the money spending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My friend Julie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; She is frequently mentioned on this and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://emdab.blogspot.com/"&gt;my other blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, typically as the &lt;a href="http://helpingdressmyself.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Julie with the clothes blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. That's because she has a blog about clothes, but she also writes really well on &lt;a href="http://ohjulieanna.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;her normal blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-- because she writes really well. Once she wanted to be an English teacher and she was pursuing an English degree, but Julie suffers from the same problem I had in school, in that we are smart, we like to be smart, if we actually tried to be good students we could, graduate school would be no problem, but we like to sit around Denny's until 2am too often, to the detriment of our homework. In this case, specifically to the detriment of Julie's homework. So she's not an English major anymore, but she still writes really well. Like, really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along those lines, it has been suggested that she write a book about her life published under a pseudonym, which I happen to think would be highly successful and a very lucrative option, but I'll leave that up to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2635/113/110/542517890/n542517890_1664708_6786240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 101px; height: 167px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2635/113/110/542517890/n542517890_1664708_6786240.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a shirt-tunic thing that Julie has, and I have it too, so I think that counts for the blog. Actually, her little sister Jenny has it, but I've never seen Jenny wear it-- only Julie. We call it "Ragu" because one time she wore it and looked like the older sister on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Big Fat Greek Wedding&lt;/span&gt;, even though that lady is Greek and I'm pretty sure the word "ragu" is Italian. In fact, I know it's Italian. It's fine.  We know what we mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, it happens a lot that we just kind of talk (a lot, really. We really like to talk. I mean, we talk a lot a lot a lot, which I'm sure you'd never be able to tell since I don't ever say much on this or any blog and neither does she) in a manner so that we know what we mean, but a lot of people don't know what we mean. Like we'll say things like, "He doesn't like me, he likes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;." Which, I mean, makes perfect sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1949/113/110/542517890/n542517890_1282235_2091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 195px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1949/113/110/542517890/n542517890_1282235_2091.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie and I had a New Year's party last year, and we're having it again this year, but my point is that it was really a Big Moment in our lives. Something changed that night, and it kind of opened the door to a doozy of a year for her-- let's just be honest about it. She is. After our Grown Up party (that people came to), we suddenly found the circus of life had turned into something Normal. Then we started dating these boys, and then we both got engaged within a week of each other, and then we were going to get married a week apart. This was exciting. Long story made short, however, not all came to pass, and unfortunately, Julie (and her ex-fiance, for that matter) suffered a dis-engagement, which was pretty sad and horrible. But you know, I really think she's come out on top from the whole thing. I don't mean that she's better off than before she was engaged, and I'm not at all mud-slinging ex-fiance (who is one of my longest-time friends). All I mean is that life tossed her a few hundred lemons, and she's still squeezing the last drops of juice from them all. That lemonade sure tastes delicious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met a few years ago during &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Christmas Carol&lt;/span&gt; at HCTO when we were both in the choir. It was the last of the Great Choirs for the show, if you ask me, us with our dresses, and Robbie and Sarah, and Adam and Eric and that's when we met Jim, too. She grew up seeing every HCTO show ever and then was in it and it was a dream come true. We've been in  together four years and then this year, suddenly-- we were over it. In a good, nostalgic, we'll always say we want to go back to it even if we never do kind of way. In the meantime, she auditioned for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dirty Rotten Scoundrels&lt;/span&gt; a few weeks ago, nailed the audish, and is going to be single cast in the show opening in February. This is because she can Sing. Not just sing, but Sing. Also she plays the piano. Not so much of a dancer, but at least she's a mover, and that will do just fine, particularly all gussied up in a French maid costume for the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie likes books, journals, clothes (duh), old movies like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;White Christmas&lt;/span&gt;, modge podging, hunting Savers and DI (she may have sold her soul to the thrifting gods-- I'm really not sure she hasn't), taking pictures of herself and others twirling around, McDonald's, Thai food, mixing up all the remnants of food and condiments during 4-hour trips to Denny's, looking at pretty things in Target, sitting in the Target food court with me, texting, tweeting (@julieannaface), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Tree Grows in Brooklyn&lt;/span&gt;, and her baby cousins. Children of all ages are drawn to her in kind of a freaky, have-a-baby-soon way. She is very nice. She likes my husband. Her birthday is on Valentine's day. She makes friends with every single person who ever lived and lives to make people happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Merry Christmas, Julie, and cheers to the end of a Very Long Year. Clink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v217/113/110/542517890/n542517890_774172_1673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 316px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v217/113/110/542517890/n542517890_774172_1673.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;All photos courtesy of Julie's very own facebook page, which I stalk, but not enough to be one of her Top Five Stalkers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6925894240976226615-7236913518975570845?l=emilyhasthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyhasthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7236913518975570845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emilyhasthings.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-have-friend-named-julie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925894240976226615/posts/default/7236913518975570845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925894240976226615/posts/default/7236913518975570845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyhasthings.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-have-friend-named-julie.html' title='i have a friend named julie'/><author><name>@emllewellyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315498526572842896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/S-xFfX5uhMI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Fu5-GuJMShI/s1600-R/n17803427_33519443_4839.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6925894240976226615.post-1718618011308705729</id><published>2009-12-22T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T20:23:31.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have music</title><content type='html'>So there's this band I like, called The Rocket Summer. The band is actually just one guy called Bryce Avary who records almost all the instruments/vocals on his albums, but then takes a band with him on tour, so he can switch around to all the different instruments throughout the performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a musical genius and gives the greatest concerts you will ever hear. This is not an exaggeration. Last year The Rocket Summer played in Salt Lake ON MY BIRTHDAY SEPTEMBER 19. Look how excited we were about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v339/73/7/17803427/n17803427_36110009_172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 258px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v339/73/7/17803427/n17803427_36110009_172.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Possibly the ugliest face I've ever made in my life. Captures the moment, regardless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mom got me a Rocket Summer sweatshirt and I felt really awesome about it, so I made another ugly face, because I'm so so good at making ugly faces. Clearly. But it's a kick-ah sweatshirt and totally hardcore, which justifies the gangsta face.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v358/231/26/1058508545/n1058508545_164009_676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 291px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v358/231/26/1058508545/n1058508545_164009_676.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I even took a Rocket Summer t-shirt with me to England and I wore it when I hung out by replica of Sir Francis Drake's ship with some really hot red sunglasses. I have an international affection, Bryce. Aren't I awesome?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/SzGTHmiR1-I/AAAAAAAAASU/Jtyr9mIlkik/s1600-h/Me+and+Drake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 329px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/SzGTHmiR1-I/AAAAAAAAASU/Jtyr9mIlkik/s400/Me+and+Drake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418273585516107746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And check this out you twits-- @therocketsummer follows ME on twitter. Yes it's really Bryce Avary. Yes, he's got 18,000 followers. Yes, he only follows 1,200. Pretty good ratio, yeah?? So yeah, I can directly tweet Bryce if I want. Shrug hair toss cigarette tap.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n27/emdabslwmoods/Followers-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 509px; height: 248px;" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n27/emdabslwmoods/Followers-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, my fanaticism wouldn't mean anything (and probably still doesn't mean anything to anyone else but whatever this is my blog read it) if it weren't for the music music music doo doo doooooooo. So I created a little playlist for you, starting with one of the brandest new songs that's been released in preparation for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the new album&lt;/span&gt; which will be released February 23, 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get excited. I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Emily/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Emily/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-left: auto; visibility: visible; margin-right: auto; width: 450px;"&gt; &lt;object width="435" height="270"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/mp3player_new.swf"&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="never"&gt; &lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="config=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indimusic.us%2Fext%2Fpc%2Fconfig_black_noautostart.xml&amp;amp;mywidth=435&amp;amp;myheight=270&amp;amp;playlist_url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indimusic.us%2Floadplaylist.php%3Fplaylist%3D73420912%26t%3D1261542089&amp;amp;wid=os"&gt; &lt;embed style="width: 435px; visibility: visible; height: 270px;" allowscriptaccess="never" src="http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/mp3player_new.swf" flashvars="config=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indimusic.us%2Fext%2Fpc%2Fconfig_black_noautostart.xml&amp;amp;mywidth=435&amp;amp;myheight=270&amp;amp;playlist_url=http://www.indimusic.us/loadplaylist.php?playlist=73420912&amp;amp;t=1261542089&amp;amp;wid=os" name="mp3player" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" border="0" width="435" height="270"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.profileplaylist.net/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/images/create_black.jpg" alt="Get a playlist!" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.pplaylist.com/standalone/73420912" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/images/launch_black.jpg" alt="Standalone player" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.pplaylist.com/download/73420912"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/images/get_black.jpg" alt="Get Ringtones" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6925894240976226615-1718618011308705729?l=emilyhasthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyhasthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1718618011308705729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emilyhasthings.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-have-music.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925894240976226615/posts/default/1718618011308705729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925894240976226615/posts/default/1718618011308705729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyhasthings.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-have-music.html' title='i have music'/><author><name>@emllewellyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315498526572842896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/S-xFfX5uhMI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Fu5-GuJMShI/s1600-R/n17803427_33519443_4839.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/SzGTHmiR1-I/AAAAAAAAASU/Jtyr9mIlkik/s72-c/Me+and+Drake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6925894240976226615.post-4191772262933560172</id><published>2009-12-17T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T20:13:21.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happiness and cheer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Santa Claus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How have you been? Did you have a nice summer? How is your wife? I have been extra good this year, so I have a long list of presents that I want. Please note the size and color of each item, and s&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;end as many as possible. If it seems too complicated, make it easy on yourself: just send money. H&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ow about tens and twenties? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I want is what I have coming to me. All I want is my fair share.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 291px; display: block; height: 189px;" alt="" src="http://static.tvguide.com/MediaBin/Galleries/Editorial/081124/HolidayTVClassics/holiday-classics02charlie-brown1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is my first Christmas as a real Grown Up. I've spent the last few weeks making lists of people I needed/wanted to buy gifts for, and then actually getting and making them, and then addressing Christmas cards, and thinking about in-laws and extended family, and signing everything "Love, Emily &amp;amp; Ames". That's my favorite part about this Grown Up Christmas-- the "Emily &amp;amp; Ames" part. But also, in being Grown Up, I don't even really have a Christmas Wish List.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll pause while you gasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, right? I have a theory about this-- I think I have been overwhelmed by gifts this year, with the getting married and all. And we even continue to receive wedding gifts. We got one today in fact, no lie. Also there was that time when we went a little crazy with my summer bonus a few months ago, so I mean, there's not much that I really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt;. I like pretty things. Easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I lied. I wish for my orders from Amazon and Barnes &amp;amp; Noble to get here on time like whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, look what we have, where we can put any of those items from my non-existent wish list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/SyxK-LB4afI/AAAAAAAAAR8/PIqse5lfdTw/s1600-h/DSC03395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/SyxK-LB4afI/AAAAAAAAAR8/PIqse5lfdTw/s320/DSC03395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416786883792890354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have my very own Christmas tree in our very own house which we bought together, in the spirt of Charlie Brown! Look at how darling and sparse and skinny it is! All it needed was a little love, and a $10 gold star from Target that I'm actually obsessed with, and now it's the Perfect Tree. Also I made this tree skirt:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/SyxMXxX-VRI/AAAAAAAAASE/0cDKOV8O4TI/s1600-h/DSC03399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/SyxMXxX-VRI/AAAAAAAAASE/0cDKOV8O4TI/s320/DSC03399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416788423094457618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weren't we cute when we were eight years old?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/SyxOJcUHMjI/AAAAAAAAASM/vorxB-KhwuY/s1600-h/DSC03400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/SyxOJcUHMjI/AAAAAAAAASM/vorxB-KhwuY/s400/DSC03400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416790375946203698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't start my new job till January 4, so I fully plan on sitting in this living room watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOST&lt;/span&gt; on Netflix for two full weeks, in view of this Christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChristmasChristmasChristmasChristmasChristmasChristmasChristmasChristmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6925894240976226615-4191772262933560172?l=emilyhasthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyhasthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4191772262933560172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emilyhasthings.blogspot.com/2009/12/happiness-and-cheer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925894240976226615/posts/default/4191772262933560172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925894240976226615/posts/default/4191772262933560172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyhasthings.blogspot.com/2009/12/happiness-and-cheer.html' title='happiness and cheer'/><author><name>@emllewellyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315498526572842896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/S-xFfX5uhMI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Fu5-GuJMShI/s1600-R/n17803427_33519443_4839.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/SyxK-LB4afI/AAAAAAAAAR8/PIqse5lfdTw/s72-c/DSC03395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6925894240976226615.post-919211026647653186</id><published>2009-12-03T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T16:02:56.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>head pretties</title><content type='html'>I was speaking with one of the owners of the theater the other day about how I love headbands. To be honest, that's a bit of an understatement. I mentioned how I have approximately 40 headbands-- I mean, give or take. She said to me, "That sounds like an obsession!" but I insisted that many of them have been gifts, especially in the last year or so. Then she said, "Oh, well then it's a collection." She did that face she does when she's sounding teasing, but insistent. But my point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have a collection of 40+ headband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(give or take but mostly give)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how people sometimes have their "thing"? Like, Julie has belts, and my sister has cool/weird necklaces, and my mom has bracelets. Headbands are kind of My Thing, to say the least, along with cardigans (which will be a different blog post entirely). Sometimes I walk into stores and my thought process is literally, "HEADBANDS HEADBANDS HEADBANDS HEADBANDS HEADBANDS" and then I go try them all on every single one. I am a Headband Connoisseur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received seven headbands for my birthday this year (three with feathers, two with bows, one with both). If you think I'm hard to buy for, you're wrong. I told Ames I wasn't going to buy any more for myself ever again, but have bought four more since then. I have a bin in my linen closet to hold them all. Ames teased me, but it's better than having them scattered around the house, wouldn't you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the fondness began early, owing to my mom's self-proclaimed inability to "do hair." Thus, as a two year old:&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1974/73/7/17803427/n17803427_36791655_1153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 217px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1974/73/7/17803427/n17803427_36791655_1153.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm the stylin' one on the left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ta da! An easy and adorable (if I do say so) quick-fix.  And the thing for bows on headbands certainly continues (16 in my collection) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v207/86/56/837675062/n837675062_3808347_106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 233px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v207/86/56/837675062/n837675062_3808347_106.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Greatest Bow Headband to Exist while drinking a Diet Coke (surprise!) in Paris, France&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Eiffel Tower to my left, not pictured)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One of the greatest things about headbands is the grand variety-- a headband for any occasion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1924/231/26/1058508545/n1058508545_260900_1064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 173px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1924/231/26/1058508545/n1058508545_260900_1064.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Intense &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Christmas Carol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; party headband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(curls not included)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1974/73/7/17803427/n17803427_36791760_5608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 298px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1974/73/7/17803427/n17803427_36791760_5608.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9th grade competitive Irish dancer headband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/SxmEJjPXwmI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/5fW0SAJcfb8/s1600-h/DSC03297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/SxmEJjPXwmI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/5fW0SAJcfb8/s200/DSC03297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411501726875763298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Honeymoon in Disneyland wedding Minnie Mouse ears with a veil headband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v315/8/10/649827412/n649827412_1137556_3124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 246px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v315/8/10/649827412/n649827412_1137556_3124.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Waiting on the plane for four hours to leave New York City awesome head wrapping headband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(featuring Anna Mortimer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hphotos-snc1.fbcdn.net/hs153.snc1/5695_686020063309_17803427_38571953_2168816_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 203px;" src="http://hphotos-snc1.fbcdn.net/hs153.snc1/5695_686020063309_17803427_38571953_2168816_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Look how cute Ames Bell is headband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1949/113/110/542517890/n542517890_1282235_2091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 201px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1949/113/110/542517890/n542517890_1282235_2091.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy New Year/We threw a party and people came headband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(featuring &lt;a href="http://helpingdressmyself.blogspot.com/"&gt;Julie Garbutt&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to introduce a few of my recent favorites from my expanding collection:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/Sxmgi54ma_I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nFDHC0XZL28/s1600-h/DSC03378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/Sxmgi54ma_I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nFDHC0XZL28/s320/DSC03378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411532948776578034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Feathers are rarely a bad idea headband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/SxmhDR9zLwI/AAAAAAAAARA/Q-bCH5LArq8/s1600-h/DSC03380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/SxmhDR9zLwI/AAAAAAAAARA/Q-bCH5LArq8/s320/DSC03380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411533504996650754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bejeweled headband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/SxmfMb0sGsI/AAAAAAAAAQo/GZR6XmmQRoM/s1600-h/DSC03386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/SxmfMb0sGsI/AAAAAAAAAQo/GZR6XmmQRoM/s320/DSC03386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411531463238359746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My middle name is Rosie the Riveter headband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/Sxmf4VV-TbI/AAAAAAAAAQw/AE6UBuW7gFA/s1600-h/DSC03385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/Sxmf4VV-TbI/AAAAAAAAAQw/AE6UBuW7gFA/s320/DSC03385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411532217413160370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel like a Who in Whoville would wear this oversized bow headband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE BEST PART IS:&lt;/span&gt; I have never spent more than $7 on a headband in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOOD FOR:&lt;/span&gt; Dressing up/down an outfit, cuteifying dirty/gross hair, making a ponytail more interesting, pushing bangs off your face, accenting how cute your bangs are, conversation starters, making yourself look younger in headshots (truth), collecting something inexpensive but awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HEADBANDS TO AVOID:&lt;/span&gt; Anything more than $10 because why are you spending that much?, anything over-the-top that makes you look like a poser, anything that looks like it should be drawn onto a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peanuts &lt;/span&gt;character.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6925894240976226615-919211026647653186?l=emilyhasthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyhasthings.blogspot.com/feeds/919211026647653186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emilyhasthings.blogspot.com/2009/12/spending-money-on-my-head.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925894240976226615/posts/default/919211026647653186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925894240976226615/posts/default/919211026647653186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyhasthings.blogspot.com/2009/12/spending-money-on-my-head.html' title='head pretties'/><author><name>@emllewellyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315498526572842896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/S-xFfX5uhMI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Fu5-GuJMShI/s1600-R/n17803427_33519443_4839.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/SxmEJjPXwmI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/5fW0SAJcfb8/s72-c/DSC03297.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6925894240976226615.post-7655607175505746779</id><published>2009-11-28T11:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T13:00:54.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>black friday</title><content type='html'>We ventured out yesterday afternoon on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Black Friday&lt;/span&gt;, not so much to participate in any kind of deals, but to get a Christmas tree stand (with a Home Depot gift card that we got as a wedding gift, so we were actually spending someone else's money!). Kind of boring, unless you're a newlywed girl who is preparing for Christmas for the first time, in which case you get real jazzed about things like Christmas tree stands and strings of lights and darling ceramic bird ornaments for $0.99 at Target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there is something to be said about the gross consumerism of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Black Friday&lt;/span&gt;-- being around the crazies grappling at everything they can get their thrifty hands on, shoving past people to see exactly which DVDs are on sale for $3.99 (even if you're not interested in actually buying them), and reveling in the spirit of a Capitalist Christmas (we'll wait to acknowledge the religious aspect-- you know, the important part-- for December 1st).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some materialistic highlights of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. 50% - 70% off EVERYTHING at Aeropostale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.shop2world.net/daily/aeropostale50off.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 130px;" src="http://www.shop2world.net/daily/aeropostale50off.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is not an exaggeration. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything&lt;/span&gt; in the store was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt; 50% - 70% off. Usually I have a hard time finding clothes for myself in Aeropostale these days (in spite of my 7th grade allegiance, since I basically limited myself to Aero and Old Navy for a whole year), but Ames is nice and tall and slim, which is just about right for the cut of Aero clothes. Also they have cute jewelry and bags and smells and my friend Tanner works there, so we bounced in on a whim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Result:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 121px; height: 161px;" src="http://www.savvydresser.com/112961899016_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 159px; height: 159px;" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&amp;amp;size=l&amp;amp;tid=10856746" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;actual images unavailable due to a network connection failure at aeropostale.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;corduroy pants for Ames / grey &amp;amp; silver striped leggings for me = 50% off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can't speak for Ames's pants, but these striped leggings are not only adorable &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; affordable, but they look fantastic with cranberry colored knit boots and a dark gray striped boyfriend cardigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Lunchtime &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://southernfriedblog.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/five-guys-original-log1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 53px;" src="http://southernfriedblog.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/five-guys-original-log1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Five Guys wasn't having any kind of deal, but it didn't keep the lines from going out the door! Can you imagine what it must have been like at In-N-Out? I don't even want to know. There wasn't a table to be hand, particularly when other customers heartlessly vultured tables from under us as we stood there awkwardly, food in hand, looking pathetic and helpless. Since &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Black Friday&lt;/span&gt; is all about dog-eat-dog, I guess I shouldn't have been surprised. Maybe those same customers will be a little less cut-throat come December 1st, when Christmas starts to focus on The True Meaning of Christmas a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Result:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.portlandmonthlymag.com/image_cache/assets/0000/6303/0901_144_eatdrink_five-guys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 213px;" src="http://www.portlandmonthlymag.com/image_cache/assets/0000/6303/0901_144_eatdrink_five-guys.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bacon cheeseburgers, soda and cajun-flavored fries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just as delicious and fresh as any other burger I might have had yesterday from any other establishment to ensure fresh and delicious flavor. No free refills for us, however, since we finally just took our bag of food to the mall food court where we were immediately able to find a table. Thanks for nothing, other Five Guys patrons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Forever 21 never fails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/users/0/3987/28_2007/21_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 125px;" src="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/users/0/3987/28_2007/21_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know I promised that I wouldn't provide myself with any more headbands for my collection, and I already have a large selection of cardigans to wear on a daily basis, but what could I do when faced with unbearable cuteness? Anyone else would have done the same, I defy you to tell me they wouldn't have, regardless of sales not applicable to these specific items (though I applaud &lt;a href="http://helpingdressmyself.blogspot.com/"&gt;my friend Julie&lt;/a&gt; for her efforts to advertise &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Black Friday&lt;/span&gt; promos on her first full day of work).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;photos to come later, due to lack of time at work to post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've looked at this &lt;/span&gt;cardigan a few times and have talked myself out of it in the past, but there comes a time when I just have to give in after a while. And are you KIDDING ME about that headband?!?!!? RIGHT??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Adam Lambert is for MY entertainment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.boston.com/ae/music/blog/target400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://www.boston.com/ae/music/blog/target400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For curiosity's sake, we wound up at Target, mostly in search of a Christmas tree topper (found one, didn't get it, going back for it eventually). We already have a pretty TV, and I already have three pairs of boots from Target (don't worry about it) and aside from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;/span&gt;, I didn't care to spend money on DVDs for the sake of a good deal. We couldn't pass up some music, however, regardless of a recently controversial performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ewmusicmix.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/adam-lambert-album-cover-520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 195px;" src="http://ewmusicmix.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/adam-lambert-album-cover-520.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't care what you say, this man has a voice that is not to be believed. And the album cover looks like freakin' Xanadu. XANADU, you guys. $10 for more eyeliner than you've ever seen on a man and that screaming voice is more than a deal, if you ask me (which you did, since you're reading my blog).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conclusion: &lt;/span&gt;A successful &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Black Friday&lt;/span&gt;. Saw some friends, ate some food, spent some dollars. And I'm looking forward to listening to Adam Lambert while we set up our Christmas tree while wearing striped leggings and corduroys and cardigans and a headband (for me, not for Ames).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6925894240976226615-7655607175505746779?l=emilyhasthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyhasthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7655607175505746779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emilyhasthings.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925894240976226615/posts/default/7655607175505746779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6925894240976226615/posts/default/7655607175505746779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyhasthings.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-blog.html' title='black friday'/><author><name>@emllewellyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315498526572842896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0IO8b776xA4/S-xFfX5uhMI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Fu5-GuJMShI/s1600-R/n17803427_33519443_4839.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
