Cleaned out my closet!

Here are the spoils from my massive closet clean out. Prices include shipping. All clothes come from a smoke free home. (We do have a short haired cat.)

*** ALL JEANS were PROFESSIONALLY hemmed for someone who is 5'1 to wear with high heels. (dress pants were not hemmed at all.) They are ALL boot cut style. ***

Old Navy Madras tank top. Brand new. Never worn. $10

H&M Shift Dress. Purple and grey paisley design. Size 4 US. New with tages. $20.

Julie Haus Yellow Shift Dress. Size 6. Has small red down 3/4 down the front of the dress (would come out with dry cleaning.) Worn once. $15

 Size Small Banana Republic Button Down Shirt, White. Stretchy. Worn once. $15.

 Size Small Black Banana Republic Button Down Shirt. Worn Once. $15.

 Size XS Ann Taylor Loft Jersey Shirt. Button Detailing on the front. $10.

 Brown Nine West Shoes. Size 7.5M. Worn maybe 2, 3 times? $15.

 Size 6P seersucker Ann Taylor Loft Dress. Worn twice. $20.

 Mavi Jeans. Zoe style. Waist size 26. $20

 Mavi Misty style. Waist size 29 (more like a 28.) $20

 Banana Republic Jeans. Modern Boot Cute style. Size 6 Short. $20.

 Diesel Jeans. Ronhar style. Waist size 27. $20

 Diesel Jeans. Style Louvely. Waist size 27. $20

 Banana Republic Classic Boot Cute jeans. Size 4P. $20.

 Gap Curvy Boot Cut. Size 2 regular. $20 (New with tags)

 Guess Jeans. Daredevil Flare style. Waist size 27. $20

 Gap Charcoal Colored Trouser Pant. Size 2 Petite. Expandable waist band. Worn maybe 3 times. $15.

 Gap Black Trouser with Expandable Waist band. New with tags. $20.

 Black Gap Hip Slung Fit trouser. Size 4 petite. Worn once. $15.

All prices are negotiable (within reason.)

HV Nesties Favorite Things 2/11/2011

This week's HV Nestie's Favorite Things challenge is:


Favorite Piece of Clothing: If my wedding dress doesn't count (I loved that thing), then I'd have to say this one pair of Mavi jeans that I have from literally forever ago. They fit me no matter how much weight I gain or lose and always look great. I've yet to find another pair like them (and I've tried on more pairs of Mavis than I can count!) If I could, I'd fill my whole closet with them.

Favorite Superhero: Since I was a little girl, I've always loved Batman. I have absolutely positively NO idea why. Maybe it's because he's so mysterious and is usually portrayed as having a deep, dreamy voice.

Favorite Movie: The one movie I can watch over and over and over again without getting tired of it is . . . "Dirty Dancing"! I've loved it since the first time I saw it and never get sick of watching it. A hates watching it with me because I can't refrain from saying all the lines and singing all of the songs. I have other "favorite" movies - favorite Christmas movies ("White Christmas", "National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation", and "Elf"), favorite "I need a good cry" movie ("When a Man Loves a Woman"), favorite cartoon movie ("101 Dalmations"), favorite "makes me want to throw caution to the wind and travel the world movie ("Eat, Pray, Love"), favorite movie that my favorite actress ever was in ("Breakfast at Tiffany's" and "Funny Face" - Oh Audrey, I love you.), etc. Through it all, however, "Dirty Dancing" is still my all time number one favorite.

What about you? What are some of your favorites?

The search for a nude pump . . .

is OVER! Thank you, Steve Madden and the uber-patient saleslady at Lord & Taylor today! I have been searching for MONTHS for nude pumps that fit me well, weren't too high (I'm sort of a klutz in heels), were comfortable, and were the right shade of nude. While these are not perfect (they have a slight bit of room in the back - 7s were too small - so I can put those little pads in the back), they are the closest I've come. I figured, by the time I found the perfect pair the trend would be over, so I'm glad to have these. Now I just need somewhere to wear them.


Here they are:

Motivation, what happened to you?!

Before our wedding, I was going to the gym every morning religiously (weekdays: 5am, weekends: 7am) and doing intervals on my treadmill at home about 5 days a week. Even A joined the gym and met me every morning at 5am for his own cardio workout. I hired a trainer and she worked with me once a week, kicking my butt into high gear. It was awesome. We both lost weight for our wedding and looked fabulous. 

Wedding's over, my motivation is gone. Living with someone makes it so hard to get up at 4:45am to work out. I would much rather snuggle with my new husband. Oh, my jeans are snug? That's fine. It's the summer and I'm going to wear loose dresses and skirts. 

The summer comes and since I don't have to get up early for work, I do make it to the gym almost everyday. School starts again in September and I don't see the gym for weeks. October comes. My best friend's wedding. I can't zip the bridesmaid dress! I rush to Lord & Taylor to buy underwear to hold me in so the dress will zip. I vow to eat fish and water from that day until her wedding. It works. The dress zips.

Friend's wedding comes and goes. I start running on my treadmill every afternoon after work for 30-45 minutes. I even join Weight Watchers. My clothes are slowly starting to fit again. I'm feeling great. Mid-November comes . . . my appendix decides to rupture. I'm out of commission for almost 2 weeks and when I do start back up, I'm not allowed to lift any weights for a while and I'm scared to run for fear of ripping my scars. I start with walking and do eventually get myself back to running again, but not as good as I was doing before.

It's the holidays. Delicious food is everywhere. Parties. Three course meals. Irresistible desserts. Lots of drinks. I stick with Weight Watchers and although I don't lose any weight, I don't gain either. Fine. I can deal with that.

January was a bust. I tried to get up at 4:45am during the weekdays but the cold and the snow kept me in bed. My gym clothes are tight. What will I wear? I slowly start making my way back. I go in the afternoon so I don't have to see any of my morning workout friends for fear of embarrassment. 

This past week, I made it back to the gym in the mornings (just a few times, not everyday, but still, not a bad effort.) My friends had missed me (they wondered if maybe I was pregnant and that's why I wasn't coming. Oh, if only.) The spin instructor said she knew I'd be back. 

Everyone falls off the wagon. But I'm climbing back on.

Testing, testing . . .

I've been working on this site all afternoon (and, in my opinion, it looks like nothing) while my husband poked fun at me. He says he'd like to be a contributing writer on my blog. If he didn't have such horrible writing skills, I might let him.  We'll see how this goes.