Hopped On the Plane to LAX...

Red jeans- J Brand, Grey Shark Shirt- Etsy find, Black Boots- Docs, Necklaces- mom's jewelry box, Bracelets/Rings- FP/mom/random

Well, readers, here I am again…blogging 40,000 feet above you all. I am currently on the way to Los Angeles (yay!) for a good ol’ girls’ weekend with my friends and while there, why not visit the school of my dreams – FIDM? Already have an appointment to tour the campus and pour my heart out to the poor lady who will have to listen to me beg for a spot in their school; trying to show her I have style and the passion. So, cross your fingers, everyone that I am well liked in the FIDM family. The LA part is exciting in itself…obviously. This is embarrassing, well not embarrassing, but just sad – this is my very first trip to the city of celebs. The only time I have even had the privilege to visit Cali was when I was just a doughty little 15 year old that had a volleyball tournament in Orange County. Yes, I used to be a “jock.” I hate that word, especially when describing a female. Men, yes, I suppose it is okay, but it still screams, “I am so strong and muscular, I can beat anyone up that I want to whenever I want.” Un-dateable. Shit. How the hell did I get on a tangent on jocks?? Wow, I must be way more tired/out of it than I thought I was because I already feel this post becoming way, way wordy, ludicrously lengthy and just not even a thrill to read. Oh well. Get ready then, my ravenous readers.

Alrighty, I suppose I will begin with my brilliant yesterday (Wednesday is my lucky day of the week where Joey takes pics of me while Marg watches, yelling “Stop! The light is amazing! Right there. Do not move; you look perfect!” Kind, but hard to do when trying to balance my 5 inch wedge on a rock or some cool ass pose like that – one I can rarely pull off as is. Well, yesterday was an extra special photo shoot. Marg’s very talented mom took our photos! She is the kindest and warmest (and not to mention generous) woman you will ever meet and only the lucky ones get to, I am now an official “one”. It was hilarious, we were out in the front of the apartment building (as you can tell) and after you’ve read Margaret’s most recent “twinsies” blog post of us in our neon get-up, you’ll understand the subsequent statement.  The two of us are figuring out how to pose and trying to remember the inspiration pictures of pairs we found that, of course, we forgot; and, suddenly, Mrs. Shaw goes, “Girls, do the Girl Scout pose.” WTF is the Girl Scout pose, you may be wondering? Same here. Marg and I just stared each other down, confused, wondering what the fudge we were supposed to do and after some slight, rather embarrassing, perplexity on what this pose was, we got it down pat. Go team Marsey. Yes, I just referred to us as Marsey, a mixture of our two names, and a pretty damn cool one if you ask me. It gets rather tiring constantly writing Casey and Margaret this, Casey and Margaret that…this is why nicknames were invented peeps! Or I am just too lazy to type up two short names. Whatevs.

Okay, fast-forwarding from our neon twin shots to discuss myself, you know, because I’m just so conceited like that. Just kidding, seriously – please know I’m just a silly little jokester (or maybe I just sadly think I am…humiliation at its finest if true).  So this outfit I’ve put together just rocks my socks off. Or I should probably say “on,” and not off since I had to borrow Marg’s rad new Docs that are as heavy as a 5-pound weight (hey – workout!), so thick ass socks were a definite necessity since the shoes were too big for my feet. The red J Brands are a recent purchase that was an immediate “hell-to-the-yes” when I saw them. And the fabulous shark tee that shows off my cool yet strange sideline hobby of scuba diving and sharks? Oh, just a wonderful gift from the best mom out there (besides my own, love you!) – Mrs. Shaw, who found it on Etsy. And p.s. – she has the coolest cat like in the world. Okay, besides Sherman. Guess I am now a cat lady.

The shoot was too much fun. Think I am done? HA! You think again, followers. I’m going to continue boring you with my eventful evening. After pics, dinner was non-optional, nor was going anywhere but Mi Cocina. Got a funny post-feast funny story, well not for Joey…sorry! It concerns Marsey and our shopping shenanigans (best word I could come up with that describes us together) that we seem to constantly get into. Marg wanted to stop for “one minute” to this little gem of a place called Another Time & Place. We walk in and I was a hesitant shopper at first, mainly because I was being a rude snob and it didn’t look “worthy” (never will I treat a store that way again because I have now fallen in love). Other reason was I needed to get home to pack for LA! But, of course Marg’s exciting shopping attitude internally talked me into staying and once I saw the striking trinkets, I knew I was going to be leaving this place in the negatives (in my bank account, that is). Then I found the hookah machine and it was just a blast. Yes, we smoked some real legit hookah with the two owners. Classy, eh? But I left with a new vintage-esque bag (each sewn individually in Peru…?), a way cool aqua eyelet bracelet, then found this sweet bright blue beaded necklace with fringe hanging down the bottom. Finally clothes, which were hidden behind the hookah. All I have to say about them is: AMAZING. I found another Barbie dress; although this one is more like Barbie’s little sister (sorry, can’t remember her name and obviously have no internet to Google it on the plane) – short baby pink dress with pockets. Actually, it’s extremely close to what my favorite Spice Girl wore on a day-to-day basis. Guess who? No? Baby Spice. Now I need some platform ked-like shoes, white knee socks, and throw my hair up in two precious little pigtails. Oh. I can’t forget the blow pop. Okay, enough reminiscing on the 90’s. Final purchase: to make my outfit I previously had on even more interesting, I purchased a translucent white ruffle oversize vest. Again, enough said. Too difficult to explain. You will all see these treasures soon.

Okie dokie. I am sure you are all tired of my randomness rambling by now. If you did even finish it, I applaud your dedication and am beyond flattered. And if not, how rude (yes, I just quoted my idols MKA as babies on Full House). But, I am just kidding…you must get used to my amazing sense of humor, guys. I hope everyone’s weekend is as going to be as remarkable as mine will be in LaLaLand. So bare with me with my non-existent posting this week, I will do the best I can.

AHHH. Sorry, I do have a PS for my sis. Marg, I am now obsessed with Neutral Milk Hotel. I burned it onto my computer and I have been listening to it while writing. Best blogging CD out there. Okay, now my bonkers, insane post is finally finito.