Why I Don’t Mind Going to the Movies Alone

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So I don’t have to share my box of Sour Patch Kids with anyone! Kidding…sort of.

A few weeks ago, right before the Olympics started, I took myself out to watch Café Society. Which was enjoyable, but definitely not one of my favorite Woody Allen movies (Midnight in Paris…sigh). It could have been way better if it weren’t for Kristen Stewart playing one of the main characters. She has absolutely no chemistry with anyone who is warm-blooded. It’s like she’s still a vampire.

Half-way through it, I was a bit relieved to see Blake Lively pop up in a pretty decent role (but still, nothing beats Serena Van der Woodsen).

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To wrap my head around this whole Ryan Lochte fiasco (if you know me, I was like his #1 fan, so this is a huge disappointment), and to fill that Olympic void, I went to go see Don’t Think Twice the other day. Now, that was a great movie!

Anyone who has ever dealt with flailing in their careers or trying to find some kind of purpose, is going to appreciate this movie. It’s one of those “all-feels” movies, where you’re happy, sad, heart-warmed, content, and inspired—all at the same time. Plus, it helps you see what a great group of friends can do for you. I definitely recommend it. Seriously, Ira Glass (producer of the movie/winner at everything in life), can do no wrong.

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Sorry! I had no intent on turning this into a weird movie review–I’ll get back to the point now.

To be honest, I’m not quite sure why I don’t mind going to the movies alone. I’m perfectly content with what’s on Netflix or Hulu, and whatever bottle of wine I have at home. However, I tend to go after I’ve had a particularly stressful day and just want to relax—away from my apartment, or it happens to be a movie that many people may not want to see.

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For whatever reason, I just like to go—it’s kind of therapeutic. I feel better about things after I’ve gone, plus it makes a great date night, for one. I don’t have to dress up nor put on make-up. I can eat however much candy I want without anyone being there to judge me, and I can laugh as loud as I want. The biggest perk, I don’t have to sit across from some loser who is boring me to death. It’s kind of just fabulous!

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Dress: Ross (old) | Shoes: Charlotte Russe (old) | Velvet choker: ribbon from Joanne’s Fabrics

Where Did She Go?

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I cannot believe how long it has been since I posted anything here! The last time I did an actual style post–I had much shorter hair AND that was back in December. Ahhh!

The other week, I decided to go through my blog archives. Now this is going to sound weird, but I got a little bit jealous of my blogger-self from 5 years back. I know…who gets jealous of themselves?

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I used to post quite a bit–sometimes two or three times a week! I even went as far as posting recipes, and I am not a fan of the kitchen. Seriously, where did that blogger go?

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Honestly, I’m not sure if I will ever go back to being that blogger. Let’s just say, I’m feeling a bit more energized and inspired, so I’m here now.

I am ready to get some new content up, and I’m toying around with the idea of a blog name change. I’d also love to add guest bloggers. I’m not quite sure how that will actually play out, but I think it’d be a fun idea to look into! For now, it’s just baby steps and making more time to have a presence here.

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Over the last couple of years, I’ve become more conscious of what I’m putting into my closet, thus a lot of it hasn’t changed. But because of this, I’m always looking for new ways to pair the pieces that I have.

As a return to the blog, I thought I’d bring back two pieces that I’ve worn here before. I’ve always had fun styling this orange top (check out Bleeding Orange and Jackie O.), but the candy stripe shorts went with a simple gray shirt in the post, Girls at the Gym.

In the spirit of embracing summer, I thought it would be fun to pair the two, and throw in a red/orange lipstick (NARS Heat Wave)!

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Home “Remedies” (Because All Parents are Doctors)

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If you’re Indian (actually this probably applies to most people), when you came down with a cold as a kid, your parents most likely gave you some concoction of lemon, honey, and ginger. As you got older and experienced other sicknesses—flu, sinus infections, stomach virus, bronchitis, strep throat (things that clearly require antibiotics)—your parents still insisted that lemon, honey, and ginger was the answer.

Thanks to Udey, Mali and the auntie that threads my eyebrows, I’ve recently come to find out that castor oil will cure everything that lemon, honey, and ginger can’t. Say what?! Yes…the stuff used for constipation. By the way, I should tell you, my dad really thinks he’s a doctor. It’s what he actually wanted to be. So if he says it works…well we’re all supposed to believe it does.

For example, I’m in the midst of growing one of my eyebrows out because some other auntie botched it up months ago. I finally got an auntie who knew what she was doing (this is rare). She did them, I was happy and then told me to rub castor oil on the messed up one for a month and said the hair would grow back. Okay…

That same day I go to my parents’ house and my mom insists that I rub castor oil on this small bump I have on my neck (don’t worry, it’s just a deposit of fatty tissue…sexy). I have been to four doctors about this, they have all told me it will not go away, and I would need to have it surgically removed. However, Dr. Mali insists that castor oil will reduce it. Okay…

Later that day, I walk in to find my dad rubbing something onto his knees. He then proceeds to tell me, he’s rubbing…yeah you got it…castor oil to ease the joint pain. Okay…

Now I have to admit, I didn’t actually throw this idea out the window. For the past few weeks, I’ve been using it. Yes…I have. My mother is convinced that it’s working on my bump (I don’t have the heart to tell her that it’s because it isn’t inflamed that day), my dad insists his knees are better (he could be right, but I think it’s because he actually relaxed that day), as for my eyebrows—my hair is growing back (but isn’t that kind of what hair does?). I have yet to try it on any stomach issues, though.

So does this magical, mysterious, unicorn blood-infused oil actually work or is it just another weird home remedy of our parents? Seriously, I have no idea. I’m going to file it under “Windex Solves Everything” – Dad from My Big Fat Greek Wedding and take a swig of lemon, honey, and ginger the next time I get pink eye.

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Girls at the Gym

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The other day, while I was at a yoga class, I realized that I have a few gym-related pet peeves, all centered around girls. Why is this? I’m all about #GIRLPOWER, but at the gym, I find some of them to be quite obnoxious. For example

1. A few months back, I built up the courage to venture to the front of a very popular Zumba class at my local gym. (By “front”, I mean 3rd row out of a 10 row class). Girls line up outside the door 30 minutes prior to class (yes, it really is that good), and then race in so that they can get to the front. Since I’m in the class before, I get to see this shit-show take place. It’s like a pack of hungry hyenas running to grab gazelle scraps. Most of them absolutely LOVE staring at themselves in the mirror and making pouty faces while dancing. From my usual place in the back, it’s quite entertaining. I never noticed the “social-gap” between the people in the front and those in the back until that day. It first started off with one girl yelling “Get out of my way! You’re in my spot!” to a new girl. Then continued to say that she couldn’t see herself in the mirror. (Ugh…if I was the mirror I wouldn’t want to see her). Poor new girl. Luckily, a nice girl allowed her to stand next to her in the front. To which the plastic huffed and puffed about, then turned around to ask us, “Did I do something wrong? Am I not right? AM I NOT RIGHT?!” Then I’m pretty sure she z-snapped us.

Also, before I knew it a group of much older women (who definitely come every week to release their inner-sexiness), somehow managed to dance their way into the teeny bit of space in front of me. How this happened, is beyond me. They even turned around and gave me dirty looks as if I had taken their assigned spot. Older women + their booties + death stares = I’m scared.

Not only that, I got yelled at a couple times by the girl behind me that said “You’re all up in my space. If you can’t keep up move to the back.” There was so much animosity the front, that I was eventually forced to the back and have never ventured up there again.

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2. There’s a girl in my Pilates class that comes in late every week and goes straight to the front of the class, next to the instructor. Then proceeds to pull out her cell phone and starts texting, surfing the web, answering e-mails, making phone calls, Instagramming, etc.—all the way through class. To make this even better, while doing the exercise she limply raises her leg or arm, while holding and staring at her phone. After that one set of exercises is done, she puts her phone down and then starts doing the poses that WE JUST DID, on purpose. She totally knows that while the instructor is teaching the next pose, everyone will be staring at her in the front. Therefore, she takes advantage of this time to show everyone how “awesome” she thinks she is at Pilates. WHY ARE YOU HERE? No one likes you…trust me.

3. The girl who places her yoga mat either RIGHT in front or RIGHT next to mine, every single week, and then proceeds to breathe extremely loud throughout class. Its common courtesy, in any yoga class, that you stagger the mats and place them a good distance away from each other. Not plop your butt down where you feel like it. Come on now…I actually care about yoga. I want to make sure I’m doing the poses right and you’re ruining my hour of Zen by breathing like a dinosaur in my space. Go away.

4. Girls that cake their make-up on for the gym. Like CAKE IT on. This is completely beyond me. One, you’re here to work out, not to win the Southern Belle Beauty Pageant. Two, you barely even exercise because you’re scared if you sweat, your mascara will drip down your face and make you look like a crack-addict. What is the point? Just wipe it off.

5. The girls who constantly strike a pose, after each and every single routine in Zumba. This isn’t drill team, no one is a football cheerleader, and this isn’t soul train. One or two times, after a really good song – I get it. But thinking you’re a Pussycat Doll – it’s just weird.

However, I’d like to give props to the girls who come in every week, try their hardest and are there for good reasons. I’m with ya – I don’t like them girls either. Ok, end rant.

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Double Trouble

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It’s only my favorite thing to get when I make a bee-line to any Nestle Toll House café—2 large chocolate chip cookies…wait for it…wait for it…WITH a big dollop of icing/cream in the middle. Oh yes…oh hell yes. I’m a sucker for sugary, mall food. Sometimes if I’m being a good girl, I’ll get the Lil’ Bit o’ Trouble—a much tinier version of the Double Trouble. I figure if I get one in the beginning, by the time I’m finished walking around the mall, I would have burned off the calories from it. My logic is pretty amazing guys.

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On to something that actually makes a bit more sense when it comes to the word “double”. Here I’ve taken the same two basic items—jean shorts and a stripe button-down shirt and shown how I’d wear them both casually and dressed up (or from day to night). Each outfit is comfortable and pretty darn easy to put together. All you need to amp up the day-time outfit is a blazer, heels and a statement necklace—that’s it. Let your hair down, add a red lip and you’re ready to go. I don’t think it can get any simpler than this.

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I really like the cut and material of the stripe top. Plus, it’s extremely versatile. I found it at H&M a little over a month ago. Unfortunately, I couldn’t find it online so I could supply you guys with a link. I’ve talked about American Eagle shorts in this post, but the one’s here were also a great find. These are bit more snug than the other ones but I really liked the wash and you can roll them up and down. You can find them here.

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Look at Dem’ Hot Pink Jeans

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It’s that weird time of the year again—the summer/fall transition—it’s back to school, the fashion-world is “craving” darker, fall colors (Why?), Starbucks telling us their pumpkin-spice products are coming out early (I have no words.) and I’ve seen people bust out their tall boots (Are you kidding me?). Why is there always this rush into fall? I mean, who doesn’t love patio-seating, sweat rolling down their backs, snow-cones, mosquitoes and crazy-bright colors that make people’s eyes hurt? No one. Come on now guys…there’s no rush. No rush.

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I for one, will not let this weird “OMG! I am SO ready for fall to be here!”-stuff get to me. This includes, rocking these blinding, hot pink pants until someone has to pry me out of them. Literally (they are kind of tight on me). So, I take a stand against maroon pants, boots and candy cane-peppermint mochas. (I’m just tough like that).

Also, for all you fall-time squash lovers that got excited when I said Starbucks is releasing their pumpkin spice line early…I’m not kidding, you can get it starting September 2. Happy Labor Day Weekend to you too!

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Change It Up?

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Hay…haaay! I’ve been taking a break from blogging. Let’s say it’s more like “conscious unblogging” (I’d like to thank Gwyneth Paltrow and Chris Martin for that witty play-on words).

A few months back, the blog turned 3. I wrote a post talking about how the blog was here to stay, that I was still going to write in it…blah blah blah. I guess I’m a hypocrite because a few weeks ago, I considered stopping…all together. I have to admit, I’m a bit lost right now as to what I want to accomplish with it/where I want it to go. So, I’ve spent the last few weeks re-evaluating our relationship. To be honest, I still haven’t quite figured it out. However, I have realized that I miss it—I like having one.

I don’t have anything concrete decided upon—What is the focus? Should I get rid of content? What else can I write about that I enjoy? and of course, Am I going to keep it? However, I have been making a few changes:

    • creating side bar icons to access style, DIY, make-up and photography posts
    • the My Style icon will now connect to an archives page with every outfit that I’ve worn and update automatically so that I don’t have to do it (woo hoo!)
    • editing the content of my About Me and Wondering? pages to reflect my personality a bit more (I hadn’t changed those in over 3 years)

I have a couple of ideas brewing in my head, but incorporating them means focusing less or not at all on other content in the blog. So we’ll see. Again, nothing concrete. Let’s just say, that for now, I need a place where I can relay my awesome wit, express my hate for Instagrammed cappuccinos with hearts drawn in them and poke fun of myself. Now that my semi-break up from blogging is on hold, let’s see if we can reconnect.

Also, I’d like to apologize for the lack of creativity in this outfit. I don’t have too many new outfit pictures right now (I will next week) so here’s one from earlier this summer. I mean, the hat kind of spices things up, doesn’t it?

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 Blazer – Banana Republic, Hat and t-shirt – Target, Shorts – CR

Taco Bell to the Rescue

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If you look really closely—I have about 20 mosquito bites on my left leg. I locked myself out of my apartment for 4 hours this past Saturday. I waited in the heat—no phone, no money, with only a pair of super short night-time boxers with hearts on, a t-shirt (no bra) and a broom. The broom because I went to sweep the front patio and the self-locking door took over. However, I kept myself busy by sweeping, reading old magazines my roommate had thrown in our recycling bin, clearing up the patio, watering some dead plants, discovering a plate of slugs (ew) and taking a walk through the neighborhood. I had every intention of familiarizing myself with my new surroundings and I figured this was the perfect opportunity. (Even though, I got quite a few “she’s doing the walk of shame” stares). So not as unproductive as you would think and I’m sure my neighbors all “love” the weirdo living next door.

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I’d also like to thank Taco Bell for not only creating those awesome Fiery Doritos Locos Tacos but for also employing a great person who helped me track down my roommate, gave me a glass of water, let me use the restroom and told me “It’s OK sweetie, we ALL do stupid things”. Again, Taco Bell saves the day.

I hauled a large portion of my collection of shorts to my new place since it’s definitely spring/summer down here. These from American Eagle happen to be one of my favorite pairs since they are so versatile. I can roll them up or down (depending on how slutty I feel like being that day), wear them to the beach or out to drinks, just like this. Plus, they are a bit loose fitting, so they don’t hike up my butt when I walk (as A LOT of jean shorts do these days) and are just plain comfortable. Here’s a link to a similar pair: AE Boyfriend Short, in case you’re interested.

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Black Splatter

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This past weekend, I accomplished quite a rare and big feat – I cleaned my younger brother’s closet. Now, let me begin by saying my brother is quite clueless when it comes to fashion. His idea of “everyday-style” is basketball shorts, cut-off t-shirts with arm holes as big as my body and flip flops worn by old Indian men (you know what I’m talking about). It’s all sorts of “no” in just three pieces. With that, I figured this was going to be a slightly easy task, unlike dumping clothes from a girl’s closet. I always thought it was girls who had sentimental value to certain pieces of clothing. Wrong…this is so wrong. Watching the look of horror cross his face every time I wanted to dump some awful tee with pit stains and rips is the exact same face I get when watching the Sara McLaughlin SPCA commercial.

75% of what I saw in his closet was horrifying. Not only did I pick things up and say “ugh” then fling them into the garbage but muttered it over and over again each time he came up with an excuse to keep something that was (for lack of a better word)…atrocious. Now, I’ve heard a lot of excuses from girls when they want to keep pieces but the things I heard from my brother were pretty golden.

Example 1 – a bright, lime green shirt, already way too small, with the lettering and image on it melted…TOGETHER. It took me three rounds to convince him to let me toss it. THREE!

Example 2 – a long sleeve, completely worn out, faded gray shirt with holes and rips at the end of each sleeve to which he said, “I wear that in winter. I can put my thumbs through the holes.” Dear god, why? (I didn’t win on this one).

Example 3 – a shirt that said “Back then hoes didn’t want me…Now I’m hot hoes all on me” to which he said, “Well, it IS faded.” I don’t even know where to begin…

Example 4 – while holding up the 100th t-shirt I found he said, “I got that from the camp I volunteered at for the kids who had cancer.” OKAY so that went right back into the closet.

Example 5 – “I have to keep that one, I feel like Roger Federer when I wear it.” How…HOW is this possible?

In response to me switching all the hangers for uniformity; he responded “Don’t you think that, that’s a bit excessive?” They are all now plastic and white.

After 2 hours we finally narrowed it down to a decent sized closet with wearable things. Though between you and me, I was way too lenient but I had to stop at some point otherwise this poor kid would barely have any clothes. In the end he was using the words “Jo is revamping my closet.” or “Jo told me I can only use white hangers.” Task accomplished.

For tips on how to really clean out your closet, visit my A Tale of Two Closets post I wrote.

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This outfit has been a favorite of mine all summer. I scooped this top up at Target a couple of months back because I loved the print and material. It’s perfect for those hot days when I can wear it just like this with shorts or in the fall/winter as a layering piece; perhaps with a pair of leather side-panel leggings, black boots and a jacket/blazer. I don’t normally wear floppy hats (I’m more of a fedora girl) but I’m actually kind of liking this accessory. I am now on the hunt for one in a more fall-esque hue, like oxblood, black or camel.

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I know I said that my next style post was going to be a fall-version of my previous outfit post but I decided to switch things around and do a fall-essentials post with various outfits featuring these items. Since, this will take me a bit longer, it probably won’t go up until next week or the week after. In the meantime, check back as I plan on posting a couple non-outfit posts within the next week or two.

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Bangs, Bobs and Beyonce’s Hair

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Oh yes, you have noticed the bangs. I’m trying them out for the second time this year. I was on the fence the first time so I let them grow out over the summer. However, I thought I’d give it another go. I’m still not sure if this is a feeble attempt at my 30 year-old self trying to go back to being 12 again or if I truly just want to change up my look. With that, I’m not sure if I will be keeping them at this length or just letting the whole concept of “having bangs” go.

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However, I have been obsessing over the way Beyoncé rocks her new hair cut (not the pixie, the other one), and it’s kind of making me wonder if I should chop mine off again. For those of you who didn’t know me pre-blog, I had a pretty similar hair cut and I loved it. I sported it for a little over two years but then decided to grow it out. When this blog first started, I was in the beginning of stages of doing that, so if you take a look back you’ll see what it was two years ago. I’m not going to beat around the bush, if you’re considering getting an angled bob haircut, it comes with the good, the bad and the ugly.

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The Good: This haircut is absolutely amazing. It’s edgy, fun and there are tons of ways you can style it (though, it takes time). I found it to be a great confidence booster and I ended up going shorter, and shorter (in the back) each time I got it cut. I loved it and if you’re looking to take a risk with your hair (without going all Rihanna or Halle Berry-esque), go for it.

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The Bad: It’s expensive to maintain both money and time-wise. It’s not a haircut where you can just wash your hair, go to bed and in the morning it’s fine. It requires some work, especially if you have naturally, wavy hair like I do. For me, this cut did not allow my natural waves to form well so I always ended up having to style it. I’d have to take a round brush and blow-dry it in a certain way then run a straightener through it. If I wanted it wavy/curly, I always had to use a curler. Needless to say, it took awhile and I had to set aside “prep-time” to get the final results. Also, you do have to cut it more often to maintain the style, so it can be hard on your wallet depending on where you get it cut from. However, it is worth it so don’t let these two things scare you from getting it cut like this.

The Ugly: Growing it out. This style tends to grow our really awkward because the front is much longer than the shorter pieces of hair. When you decide that you want to start growing your hair out, keep in mind that there will be times where you will have to wait for the back to grow out which keeps making the front longer and longer; but to keep from having to cut it too short again you just have to wait for the back to grow. It’s not pleasant as it makes styling your hair difficult (I think I kept it in a low pony tail quite a bit) and it takes awhile (it took me at least two years to finally get it out of its awkward stage).

Unlike Beyoncé, I’m not able to sport wig/weave when it gets to that weird stage (nor will I even look 1/16th as amazing as she looks), so for me to chop mine off again, I have to be prepared for it and really want to do it. I’m not too sure, if I’m ready for that type of commitment just yet (maybe in a couple of years). Now don’t let me stop you – if you want to do it, you go right ahead! It really is an awesome cut and when the time comes, I’ll be chopping these locks off just like this.

Before I go, I have to give her mad props for not only being able to let go of her hair and still do her signature hair-flip dance move but also being able to rock a blue, sequin jumpsuit. How many women can say that?

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