First things first…how BADASS are these shoes? I need them. They will make my tonsils stop hurting, my fever go away, the douchebags stop bugging, I’ll probably never have PMS again, my money worries will fly out the window because how could a client say no to me if I was wearing these? They’d pay me extra, yo. SEE! Justified that purchase. Done and done.

As I was saying…fabulous new sponsors and tomorrow one of them has a new giveaway for you! This one is for my entrepreneurs, dreamers, go-getters…basically, my soulmates.

Sorry for being M.I.A with comments and such…not feelin so hot. This year needs to end.

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I originally wrote this for the sweet and amazing Nicole at My Teacups in Peony, as part of her Love Story series…we thought it might be a neat little twist. Instead, I am posting it on my blog because as much as it is a Love Story, I truly adore how hers are stories of couples, and she was gracious and kind enough (of course) to understand and support me posting it here…for you. Especially because ya’ll have been with me on this journey of mine. You should definitely check out Nicole’s blog if you don’t read it already, it’s lovely!

I haven’t been single since the 4th grade. Brandon Payne brought me flowers on the playground (lil pimp) and I was smitten with him all the way to middle school where I promptly broke his lil heart and have since dated and loved some of the most wonderful men with whom I shared amazing years, take your breath away special moments, and built memories, some I thought would last forever.

They didn’t.

I am single, at this moment, tonight, by choice. I ended my last relationship in April, and the past 6 months have taken me on a journey that at first had me kicking and screaming, crying and fighting. I didn’t want to be single, you see. I wasn’t supposed to be. I experienced a particularly rough weekend, a few months ago, filled with horrible dates, wasted makeup, multiple teary calls to my best friend after which I told myself NO MORE DATING. Me? I am the worlds BEST girlfriend, I thought. I have so much love to give! What am I going to do with all of it? Why is God, the universe just letting it go to waste? Where’s Ashton because I am totes being punked!

It was one of those moments…lightbulb, kick in the ass, whatever. Maybe I was wasting it on those who were undeserving. What if instead, I channeled all that love into…myself??

I stuck to it. My love story is one of turning inward…and learning to love myself, on my own. I used to depend on my significant other for so much, and I’m talking about way more than late night runs to CVS to bring me ice cream. My self worth, my identity, was always wrapped up completely in whomever I was dating. I lost friends. I hate to say that I was at times, that girl. I’m still a work in progress, but I have never felt as complete as I do now…single. Of course I get lonely, and miss having a chest to rest my head on at night. It’s in those moments, where I look at my grandma’s rosary hanging from the lamp on my bedside table, barely lit up by a street light and remember…now doesn’t mean it’s going to be forever.

Have you ever felt your heart getting stronger or seen your identity emerge with a force you’ve never known? I am so different…and I love it. I have had so much time alone to think…to work on myself and figure out what exactly I need from my next, and hopefully last, partner.

I love being in love, you guys. I’m good at it. I truly believe that it is out there for me, again. HE is. I believe that if I had settled, or stayed or forgave yet again, sure I might be part of a couple, an “us”, but I wouldn’t be happy. I would always wonder…about myself, and about him.

Life leads us on so many different journeys, takes us places we never expected to go. I believe my love story began when I broke free of those expectations and let go…instead of wanting what I didn’t have, I began appreciating every single thing I DO have….all the love being literally showered on me by family, friends, even and especially my bloggy ladies (and gents! there are like 3 of ya)…and I began to love them back with the same vengeance and fierceness. I began to get to know Liz again…Not” Liz and Derek”, or “Evan’s girlfriend Liz.” (Names have been changed to protect the dbags.)

With that said, I can’t wait to meet HIM. Now, when I meet someone I am willing to invest in, I don’t forget who I am, what I have learned in the past 6 months, the things you have helped me see. My self worth, my identity will never be dependent on a man. The next man in my life will encourage my friendships, because these ladies aren’t going anywhere, ever. I will never stop loving myself, because as I’ve told so many friends before and finally decided to take my own advice…How can anyone truly love you when you don’t completely love yourself?

They can’t.

So Mr. Wonderful, whomever you maybe…I certainly hope you are working on yourself as much as I am, I can’t wait to meet you, one day. Some day. No rush. My favorite ice cream is cookies and cream, just in case you are, by any chance, swinging by CVS. Until then, I’ll get it on my own. See you soon…

XOXO,
Liz

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Baby’s first…Semi outfit post. Booya!

I demanded John remove the door to my closet…voila! Instant walk in closet and easy access. Love having a guy around here! I brought these babies out from hibernation…

{Mama missed you.}

Hidden platform…fold over so they can be over-the-knee or not so much, and the heel. I die. This is the kinda footwear that leads to inter-office scandals. But I digress…off to the dive bar with karaoke…

Sittin in the car means photo-op!

{Lifeline to my girls across the nation.}

John singin some Erasure…is that a Blackberry in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?

{Together we’ll break these chains of loooooove}

Not flippin the bird…promise!

{He’s just a prop}

Boots-Aldo. Similar style here.

Jeans-Current/Elliot The Skinny

Tank-F21

Cardigan-Armani Exchange

Necklace-Made by Hanako66′s fabulous mom for me.

Red Lips-M.A.C Russian Red LipGlass

{Have you ever had shoes without shoe strings}

My mantra for the evening when it came to pictures-“GET THE BOOTS!” Some douche with selective hearing thought I kept saying -“GET THE BOOBS!!” Really?! For the love…

Happy Happy Monday! This week is big!!!!

XOXO,

Liz

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FIRST…so glad you think my besties are as fabulous as I do. No doubt they are being called on today…read on, read on.

-But Bergdorf’s send me emails everyday, and aren’t these pretty? Pretty Badass, no?I promise a happier, more Liz like post tomorrow.Today sucks, but tomorrow is a new start. It’s a new day. And tonight I’m going to meet some of my favorite bloggers for dinner by the beach! Where they have NUTELLA CREPES. I think I’ll fast forward straight to desert. Deserved, right?

B. If she does, we prob wouldn’t like her anyway.

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Online Dating Volumes 1 here and 2 here if you’re new to the…fun.

Now, I have A LOT of (fake ha) hair. (I didn’t name this blog Unbeweavable for nothin!) First date hair vs mellow hanging out with the girls/family hair are 2 different animals, right? Can I get an AMEN on that? I didn’t want to start fully getting ready until I heard from him.( Total date hair inspiration below, love it.)I call and it goes straight to voicemail where I leave a very mellow, casual message. (Inner monologue-am I being punked? wtf?)

He calls me at 1030-I am home watching the Devil Wears Prada and hoping my dog doesn’t have a heart attack due to the fireworks.(Ms. Bella is not a fan.) Leaves VM “I really need to talk to you. Please call me.” etc, etc.

We’ve since talked again and made plans…again. I like him. Am I making a big mistake? Don’t answer that. Everybody deserves a second chance, right? ( Answer that one.)

My weekend wasn’t a complete failure! I did a lot of this…

And this!

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I have been lucky to gain over 300 followers (hello! I’m happy to have you!) without receiving ANY negative/rude comments to date…until yesterday. I wasn’t going to post about it, but I realized…he asked me a question. And I’m going to give him my answer.

“I honestly want to know how you get time to enjoy life when you put that much work into ur physical appearance. and I’m not dissing. i really want to know what the life of a materialistic future diva is like.”

This person is basing his judgements off of one post…and that’s sad. But here is a glimpse into my so-called “Materialistic Life”, and you’re right, buddy…I am a diva. No apologies there.

I’m a daughter, a twin sister, a damn good friend, a hard worker, a world traveler, a charity supporter, an animal activist and a hopeless romantic. I am deeper than you will ever know, Mister.

Do I in any way owe you the answer to your question-No. But hey, I’m feeling generous. My life is FABULOUS and FUN! I appreciate every single thing I have, yet my material possessions will never define me. My life is a gift in itself because I know it can all be taken away, in an instant, and therefore I work that much harder on the inside than the outside…we are all a work in progress. My life is fabulous because I am thankful for every moment of it.

The Happiest Girls are the Prettiest Girls!

I am a professional make-up artist, and I love sharing my knowledge on my blog. I’m also a fashionista by passion and by trade-and all us fashionista’s will say we hate the term, but really, I am. Fashion is my art, my happy place, Fashion pays my bills, Fashion is my never ending source of inspiration. Does sharing this make me materialistic or shallow? When did caring about one’s appearance become a crime?

I recently left an abusive relationship, am healing and opening myself up to the possibility of love again, and I’m terrified. I am a writer-if you’ve read any of my previous posts, you know this. I am still grieving over the loss of another relationship 3 years ago, and do a lot of deep thinking and soul searching about it, because I am carrying around guilt I can’t seem to shake. I take risks and open up my soul on my blog, and am blessed that by doing this, I have had the ability to touch others and develop bonds with other bloggers, who have in turn touched me and given me hope that I will find someone worthy of the love I have to give, among other things.

I enjoy life by laughing hysterically with my friends, challenging myself, dance, eating cupcakes and drinking wine, admiring my sister, shopping!!!! (yep), cuddling my puppy, working my ass off, hugging my loved ones tight, traveling, dreaming, loving, writing and learning from my mistakes.

And I do EVERYTHING in a killer pair of heels and an extra swipe of mascara.

I get that as my blog increases in popularity, these things will happen…However, It’s Unbeweavable has always been and will always remain, a place of positivity, so if you aren’t on board, or can’t play nice…you are not welcome here. Peace! I am still not going to “moderate” my comments because honestly, I can’t take more emails in my life, and I trust my readers, and adore you all. SO MUCH. This one bit of negativity in no way negates the multitude of sunshine I receive from you on a daily basis.

Here’s to good friends! Bloggy, real life, whatever. We’re all in this together. XOXO, Liz
(Images via Elle UK, fffound, google)

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I’m keeping my word and updating you on my Online Dating Adventures! I actually just signed up tonight and had to answer almost a billion questions about myself-which was kind of cool but kind of odd too.

Here’s the evening re-cap, quickstyle because…well, read on.

I am not on for more than literally 30 seconds, I swear, ask Gabby…when I get a message from a classy gentleman stating, “I would do anything to do you.” Umm, thanks? And BLOCK.

Then, seconds later another winner winner chicken dinner…
“You’re gorgeous”-Dbag
“Thank you”- Moi
“I love your lips. And your eyes. And your hair.”-Dbag
“Thank you”-Moi
“What are we going to do about this?” -Dbag
I didn’t respond. We were going to be doing nothing about that.

And then..my personal favorite of the evening…
“psssst .. you are cute. like a banana.”

A banana?!…I could go on, and TRUST ME, I am not writing this post to toot my own horn, because I am sure this happens to just about every girl on these sites.

The up side to all of this is that at least I’m home, watching So You Think You Can Dance in my comfy clothes and am not wasting any makeup or cute outfits on loooosers.

I decided to take the online dating bulls by the horn and sent out my first “wink” to a guy who’s profile was free from any horrendous grammatical errors, he even threw in some sarcasm, is geographically desirable (meaning close enough but not all up in my face, if you know what I mean), and…judging from the pictures, H-O-T. He is also in a band (this has been the death of me ever since I started dating). WEAKNESS for the tattooed rockstar type, YEP.

He responded and ASKED me if it was ok if he IM’ed me. Manners. I like. Talking to him now…

I asked him how the site is working out for him and he responded…“It’s been lame. It’s much better now.” Anyone laughing? Just me? Awwww…will keep you updated.

In the meantime…I just want to tell you all, because YOU are the ones who make my heart go pitter patter on a daily basis…that… you are all cute. Like a banana.
XOXO, Liz

Giveaway news coming tomorrow…I wanted to give it a few days to get my new domain all synched up!

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Hi dolls! (As I’m writing this, it’s the end of the Lakers game and it’s nerve wracking!)

So I did a quick Polyvore set of what I wore. But it’s just not the same, and I promise next time will be better. However, Polyvore has Alexander Wang leggings…and also margaritas and douchebags, all of which were in full effect last night. So. Amused.

Here are some Blackberry pics from the evening…so you can kinda see what I was going for…

Whatever..next time will be better, promise!
So I need a new camera! Recommendations would be much appreciated…I’d like to keep it under $300-I’m a newbie to this photography stuff!

26 seconds left…
Lots of love, XOXO Liz

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Calling all my lovelies!

It’s time for you to tell me if I should attempt online dating or not.

But this lil lady is ready to get out there, in one way or another…because I DO believe in true love.

Who knows, maybe it will end up like this! Or we’ll be on a match or eharmony commercial! Kidding…So? Yes or No Dollfaces?
Obviously if I get the green light, my online dating escapades and adventures will be chronicled here on It’s Unbeweavable for your pleasure and I’m sure, amusement.
Can’t wait to hear your thoughts!
XOXO, Liz

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Spencer Pratt…YOU ARE A TRAINWRECK!
Ok. I thought he was just the creepy douchebag from the Hills. But then I heard this. Now he’s gone from annoying to certified Trainwreck. His rapper name is “The Great White.” Really? Really???

Some lyrics-
“Baby I get paid…I’ve been around the world, but I’m still not finished yet…first Tweet of the day, I put my swag on…I’m in the limelight and I love it like my wife.”

Happy Tuesday Dolls! XOXO, Liz

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