I am the ARGYLE RAPIER!

I've a penchant for sweaters.

This conversation actually happened between me and my friend NR:
Me: ... ok so is this outfit ok?
NR: what are you wearing??? Is that... a SWEATER!?
Me: yea. What's wrong with a sweater?
NR: we're going to a club, not to visit your grandma.
Me: but it's cold out...

I have more sweaters than I have blouses/shirts for. No joke. Everytime I go shopping, I am inclined to the button down cardigan (see grandpa sweater). My favourite happens to be of the argyle pattern. I only bought my first argyle sweater in the last year or so. Well that's not true.. but my favourite sweaters are from Brooks Brothers. I love that they're not skin tight and I don't have to look like a sausage encased in wool.

The dry cleaners shrunk my favourite grey and blue argyle cardigan... the DRY CLEANERS!!! Isn't taking clothing to them to clean, to avoid having things shrunk or misshape??? Heck, I pay them for that! I was furious the morning I slipped the sweater on and it felt like I was wearing a cropped top with tube sock sleeves. I'd march right back in there but it's been several months since I picked it up from them... :(

Anyways, Brooks Brothers is having a 60% off sale so I bought a sweater to replace the shrunken one (even though it can't compare... and now I have to work up the nerve to donate that shrunken sweater)

I took this photo with an aperture of 1.8 and a shutter speed of 1/125 (?). Shiny coppery buttons!

K now... to wait for that cashmere one to go to 80% sale... :D

Right, the name "Argyle Rapier"... I was thinking about an appropriate Game of Thrones name. If I was a mercenary or knight or assassin, what would I be known as? What sort of name would have criminals and those undeserving of life, to shake, at the very sound of my name! I would strike fear in those about to die and tell them that they will die at the hands of The Argyle Rapier! *slash*slash*thrust*thrust*

Green with ENVY!

Today is totally coming up Milhouse! I'm so excited. I got my Travel Roller in the mail and I've only used it for a few minutes and I love it already.

I've also got a challenge at work; and for those of you who know me pretty well, know that I keep a competitive streak well hidden... except when you call me out and challenge me to a du-el (complete with glove). I've got a bet with my manager about how fast I can roll out a tactic/procedure. What's in it for me? Other then the fact that I can totally wow her? A free lunch! Free's always awesome and the whole situation is really just a big win-win.

Oh, and I finally got a hold of the elusive (not who you think, Amber) NDC office. Practices are well on their way to being booked. Hurrah!

Anyways, that's probably not that exciting for y'all. Instead, let's take a look at something else that really gets me excited: pretty clothes. No, not just "pretty" but beautiful and/or stunning. As much as I love men's suits (or maybe that's men IN suits...especially the 3-piece kind--The Mentalist, anyone?), I love jewel toned dresses and tops and lovely tailored pieces and evening gowns. Vintage and era specific clothing... all things that really catch my eye. Really, my love of beautiful fashion doesn't have any real boundaries.

I was chatting with a coworker today whose brother is getting married this year. In their culture, looking like you're a million bucks can really be a big deal. But, we all have budgets so she asked me if it was worth going to Buffalo to check out some of the stores there or head to NYC to look for something nice (and effectively, 'safe'). Actually, she probably needs 2-3 different dresses/outfits for the family weddings. (I'm not secretly jealous because it's a costly endeavour I had to partake in, during 2011--it's nice to get a break)

While we were talking, she was trying to communicate the type of outfit she wanted to purchase. Anyone who's tried to do this knows that it's just easier to find a picture; Kate Winslet's Golden Globe dress of 2012 was her aim:

It's a classy and pretty dress, isn't it? But, it just didn't catch my eye. At least not in the same way that Lea Michele's green dress from the SAG Awards (2010?) did:

I watch Glee and the way they dress Rachel Berry is just too hilariously awesome. I'm never sure if she's trying to play innocent school girl or sexy librarian... or grandma. And that's why I would never have thought that she could look so stunning. Someone's been so kind as to post several of the beautiful dresses that Lea Michele has worn since coming into the spotlight, on their own blog.

Enh, who knew that Monday could be so awesome!