Talking about being sick is SO boring, especially right now when every other person I know is down for the count. My tonsils of death and destruction are out of control, there was an ER visit, and I have nothing to say except for “Wahhh I don’t feel good,” or some variation of that phrase. Who else can I force to do a last minute guest post for me on a Sunday night other than my boyfriend? Add this to the list of why he’s amazing. And, considering I guess this is a fashion blog, I thought it would be interesting to peek inside his closet-a view I see almost everyday and still laugh. But he does look really hot in plaid…so here he is. A guy’s view on fashion…is there anything your man wears TO DEATH?

“You used to be able to tell the difference between hipsters and homeless people. Now, it’s between hipsters and retards. I mean, either that guy in the corner in orange safety pants holding a protest sign and wearing a top hat is mentally disabled or he is the coolest fucking guy you will ever know.” ~ Chuck Klosterman

After opening the closet door to pick out a shirt for the night, I believe her comment was, “Oh my God! I’ve never seen so much plaid in my life!” …That’s when I thought maybe I have a problem.

Is it my fault that I haven’t changed my taste in clothes since 1982. Listen, plaid looked good on me then, and I wasn’t about to mess with a good thing. Plus…I look damn steezy in it. =)

Unfortunately, it leaves me open to ridicule. Some funny; others ‘oh that’s realll funny.’ For example when she asked me what I was going to wear to the wedding, and I replied, “A suit of course.” She countered with, “A plaid suit???” Yeah…that’s reeaaaaalll funny.

I’m going to be honest here. I basically only look nice in two types of clothes: Dress shirts, and plaid button-ups. Sure, I have some Lakers gear and a couple tees with funny sayings on them (ie: That’s What She Said, I Put the Syn in Synagogue). But as for my go-to clothes, plaid baby. Plaid all the way.

That’s not to say that all plaid is good. During the most recent minimalism closet-cleansing binge, we had to toss out a few of the bad-plaid. The brown plaid button-up with the Asian characters on the front…that was laughed at and then tossed out. Apparently any shirt with an eagle that covers the back is no good. That was a learning process for me.

Somewhere along the line, this put me in a group called Hipsters. At first, I had no idea wtf a hipster was. Then, we went to one of those trendy, indie-like organic coffee shops, and it was pointed out to me that 9 out of 12 guys in there were wearing plaid. Bingo Bango. Hipsters. Jesus H. I was outraged. And a little bummed. I did NOT want to be part of any latte-sipping, 3-day beard growing group of d-bags. Then I went ahead and ordered one of them sugar-free vanilla soy lattes. Fuck me, that thing is good.

Ok, so what? Fine. I’m a hipster. I didn’t know it, nor did I plan on it. I still listen to my old-school 2pac and my Nerd title is still going strong with my love for The History Channel and subscription to Discover magazine. So suck it.

Plus, I figure if I ever get to be 200+ pounds, i’ll be a shoe-in for the Lumberjack crowd.

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So, I’ve found it’s harder for me to blog when I’m happy.
Not shocking…writing has always been my outlet when I’m bummed out or have a raging case of the emo-weavables. Writing is how I process, how I figure things out and move on.

I’m officially happy-and I know what some of you are thinking…“Cute new boyfriend, is that all it takes? Doesn’t she know a man shouldn’t make you happy? Hasn’t she blogged about that so many times herself?” Yes, yes I have, and obviously I know there is more to life than a hot guy in plaid. I’m happy for tons of reasons, but here’s the thing, dollfaces.

While my boyfriend is most definitely cute, he’s not new. It’s new in the sense that now we have labels, and OH SNAP it’s Facebook official, but my feelings for this person are not new. It’s taken both of us a long time to get here…while he was/is my best first date ever, and the kiss I’ve been waiting 29 years for (p.s WTF twitter? Deleting my tweets? RUDE), there were many, many times when I questioned what the hell I was doing. Times when I promised myself that door was closed, days when I’d have coffee with him in the morning and we’d have the most amazing time-the best conversations, the laughter…you guys, the laughter. But then, we’d go our separate ways and it was almost an out of sight, out of mind thing…except for me, it wasn’t. I’d make sure to have a date lined up for those nights, with some great guy who was ready. Someone who didn’t have anything holding him back, and would do just about anything to, for lack of a better word-woo me.

I had fun, for the most part…I like getting dressed up and being treated like a princess as much as the next girl. Newly single Ali and I even had a name for our summer of dating-cue Hall & Oates Maneater. It helped me forget about him, sometimes…but I can still remember certain nights. Nights where I wished it was him I was with, his hand I was holding so badly. And then I’d order another glass of wine and push the thoughts from my head. Friends referred to him as my “Big”, and yes, big fan of Sex and the City, but F’ that noise. Carrie and Big ended up together. We walked a fine line.

Like I’ve said, I kept coming back to him. But I’m not a masochist, and I don’t like feeling like shit on the reg, so I decided to take my Moms (and Oprah’s, I believe?) advice-”When someone shows you who they are, believe them.” So I did. I kept dating other guys, some I really liked, and thought…maybe. I knew he was dealing with his own things, he was on his own journey and the only person who could take care of my heart was me.

And then the unthinkable happened. When life shaking events occur, it becomes ridiculously easy to distinguish the people who truly care from the people who don’t. The people who are going to be there through the good, bad and horrific. I’m fairly certain I don’t have to tell you that he was there, almost immediately, no questions asked. And he’s been here ever since.

I don’t think love is a fairy-tale, and I always say that anything worth having is worth working for. I had to find myself again after what happened, and he was dealing with his own struggles as well. We’ve fought, we’ve cried (I’m sure he’s going to LOVE that part), we tried just being friends…and best friends we are. Co-workers too.  Things evolved.  Normally allowing my life to become so intertwined with someone else’s would just not happen…but I believe.

I believe we both had to go through the hard times to get to where we are now. I believe when you know you know. I believe in second chances. I believe in that gut feeling…I believe in following it, and hoping for the best. I believe in taking chances, and I believe that people can change. I believe in this team we’ve created.

I believe in our long hugs, I believe in the comfort and security I have knowing I can say anything to him, I believe in the moments that are just between us, I believe we found each other when we did for a reason.

I believe in him. But more importantly…

I believe in us.

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I usually stray from boring weekend updates, but this weekend was SO fun, and exactly what I needed. I felt normal again…actually, scratch that. I felt better than before.  BOOM LIFE! I gotcha by the balls…

Friday as I was running out the door to meet A for lunch I squeezed in pictures for an outfit post. Can I be honest and say I’m having a hell of a time shopping since my body has changed so much?  PUH-LEASE don’t crucify me for saying that you guys-the things that used to work for me no longer do, and I find myself wandering around what used to be my favorite stores like a lost puppy-which is a VERY uncomfortable feeling for someone who works in fashion. So much of weight loss is mental, and I know this is part of the journey. I was able to find this stripped, cropped shirt at one of my favorite local boutiques, Kaitlyn and paired it with JEGGINGS (From Forever21, of course), sky high wedges and the Liz standard bangles and men’s watch.

I was off to have lunch with this handsome gent…whom I adore-clearly, right?Meet “A”-he’s one of the good guys (he’s the best, actually), and right now I appreciate the good guys more than ever.  We filmed a 7 minute vlog of complete and utter nonsense during lunch (I blame the alky) but I don’t know if I can edit it to anything worth watching-at least for you. I happen to love it, but I’m slightly biased. This guy will be making some frequent appearances up in here though…

Friday night I went out with another one of the good guys in my life-WINE TASTING ya’ll. Holler.  He took me to this totally hidden gem of a winery (I was pretty sure it was a crack den) and we got to taste lot’s of wines and create custom blends and eat cheese and crackers and yeah, hi heaven. It was one of those places where you walk in and you’re totally blown away by how awesome it is-and also probably slightly relieved you didn’t get shot walking from your car. Just. Saying. He surprised me with a bottle of my very own “Liz Blend” to take home, which I thought was super sweet. I can’t wait to crack it open on a special occasion! Like…ya know. Wednesday. 

Saturday was spent recovering from all that wine, working on the new site, laundry, grocery shopping and hitting the gym.  I cancelled some evening plans and opted to stay in and become one with my couch.

Sunday was super fun thanks to yet another good guy. Jeez. 2 days, 3 guys…umm, it’s not like that, promise.  My friend Nick asked if I wanted to get lunch and see Due Date, and I’m so glad I went! A week ago, I wouldn’t have.  As I’m coming out of the darkness of what happened, I think it’s important for me to push myself…just a little.  It’s important for me to hang out with the good guys-the ones I feel safe with, the ones who remind me that there is more good in the world than bad, and that they’re here for me just like my girls are. Also-LAKERS. Undefeated. Mama like.

I feel very “Let’s Hear It For The Boy” right now, and now that song is stuck in my head…and probably yours too. You’re so welcome!

I’m SO looking forward to this week…yoga and work and training and studying and Lakers and the good guys and my girls and obviously an extra hour of sleep certainly has left me quite chipper, huh?

Happy Week, loves. Let’s make it a good one.

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On We Love Dates today, I wrote a post I’m pretty damn proud of.  Why I Don’t Believe That If He’s Not Calling Me, He’s Not Thinking About Me.A watched phone never rings. Or something. And stuff. Don’t worry. He likes you.

Check my post out? I love you! XOXO

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Hi…sorry for the “language.” But I kind of had to, considering the week I have in front of me! But first-HAIII DOLLS. It’s so effing late right now, I just ran 6 miles, super hyper and I was like, wow maybe I should blog-it’s only been 3 weeks. Sorry. Life and the pursuit of happiness have cut into my internet time. But that’s another story…

Anyways, what’s up with you?  If we’re twitter friends, AMEN. If not, GET THEE ON TWITTER. I want to know what’s going on, what you had for lunch, ya know, the usual twitter nonsense. I’m not sure if anyone even reads this blog anymore, but what the hell. I’m so excited I had to share! The emo-weavable girl smiles!

This week couldn’t be more amazing.  I am so ready to rock out with my umm…something out. Sooo Tuesday my lovebug Kathleen is coming from Vegas for a 2 night sleepover because Wednesday we’re going to see The Kings Of Leon and it’s going to be straight up amazing.Your Sex Is On Fire. And my my so are my panties. If you need to Use Somebody, I’m totes available. OK I’M DONE.

So yeah, 3 days with one of my besties, watching the Hills, skyping with Oughta (her blog is private. boo for you), girl talk, laying out (GET IT TOGETHER CALI WEATHER I HATE YOU AND EARTHQUAKES STOP IT), and KOL on a summer night. LOVES.

THEN! I have 2 days to recover because on Sunday I’m off to VEGAS! Where I get to see Kathleen again! WHAT THE AMAZING BUGLOVE. I know. My best friend of the penis variety/personal trainer DAN (Haiii Dan) is the biggest MxPx fan like ever.  They’re playing a once in a lifetime show at the Hard Rock Sunday night, and guess who he’s dragging with…me.  Punk show here I come.  Keep me out of the mosh pit, but don’t mind if I do bump into a few full sleeved skater boy hotties. Just sayin.Fine. Take me to Vegas. Twist my arm. I’m SUCH A GOOD FRIEND.  I hope the fans look like righty. Gonna get me a wolf pack…

Have a “rocking” week. I had to say that. Sorry.

Love you…mean it…and disabling comments because it’s just not fair since I have no time to reciprocate. I got rockstars and sleepovers and work to do. But I do miss you and hope all is well-I’ve been creepin. All together now…soooo I creep…yeahhhhh.

Time for bed. xoxo

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Today, I am grateful.

For…

A Best friend who shows up at my house just as I was about to need her the most…

…and tells me I need to make a phone call I don’t want to but in the same breath says, “While you’re doing it, I’ll put Jay-Z on and everything will be ok.”

Jay-Z and his music. MAGIC, I tell you.

Beer. Macaroni and cheese. CARBS! Pinkberry! All eaten WITH my personal trainer, by the way.

Said personal trainer reassuring me that it’s totes ok to eat my feelings because he’ll kick my ass bright and early the next morning. He did.

Realizing that nothing just happens. Realizing that I am surrounded by love, by people who care, who’s actions speak louder than words…and choosing NOT to allow one let down take me back to the dark place, the place where I expect this, deserve this, should have known this would happen blah blah blah. Wondering if I’ve closed the door on that dark place for good.  For now, I just choose to smile because my life, with all of it’s ups and downs, is just so GOOD…and so damn fun. On that note…

Dating like a mother-effing MAN.

Soulmates who get web cams for the sole purpose of furthering our co-dependency via Skype, and why do I feel like Chris Hansen should be knocking on my door every time I say “web cam” like I’m straight out of To Catch a Predator or something?!

Texts from San Fran, San Diego, Canada, Florida, New York-from girls who prove distance is just a state of mind and friendship laughs in the face of state lines and time zones.

Confidence that does not come from smaller dress sizes, but from within. New plans. New career goals and a network of friends ready and willing to do anything to help.

Today, I am grateful. What are you grateful for?

Last week, the world lost a beautiful girl too soon, a girl who was closer to my sister than I, someone who was just SO special. Gretchen was there for my sister when I lived far away, when my sister needed a friend the most. Gretchen always gave me a huge hug when I saw her and had a smile on her face permanently-she was a true LIFE LIVER. Quirky, silly, with such a great sense of self-I used to watch her from a far and marvel at someone who knew who she was inside and out, and wasn’t afraid of it. She embraced it. It’s so cliche’ and I fear, selfish of me to think this way, but it is yet another reminder that life is all too short, that all we have is this moment, this day to be a good friend, to say the things we should have said, to swallow our pride and apologize. To be ourselves and take chances, and LIVE every moment of this life we have been blessed with.

You can read more about Gretchen on my sister’s blog-she wrote a truly lovely tribute.

XO

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This is hard for me to write about. If you’re looking for rainbows and butterflies, this isn’t the one for you today.

For a while, it seemed I obsessed about a finding love.
I’m no longer obsessing about men, being in a relationship, getting married and having babies. What happens happens, and I have no control over that.

It seems like my “obsessing” has jumped from one ship to another. Instead of my heart, I’m obsessed with my body. One of the main reasons I haven’t been blogging/reading/commenting is because I’ve been working out so much, and while that’s a great thing, I can see, and feel myself slipping to the dark side. Another reason I’ve been avoiding blogs is because I compare myself to everyone, and I do that enough in real life, or watching TV, movies and reading fashion mags. I know I’m not the only one who feels this way, and in a sea of fashion bloggers-I just felt it better to distance myself.

Talking about weight is taboo, and also so annoying, so I’m sorry. But it’s eating me alive, and hopefully by purging all of these toxic thoughts now, I can wake up tomorrow in a better place.

I’m supposed to be skinny because I used to model. I’m supposed to be skinny because companies send me clothes so I’ll do lookbooks, and then hopefully you’ll buy their products. I’m supposed to be skinny because I’ve been super skinny before, and because I live in the most superficial place on earth (or at least top 3).

I started this journey to be healthy. I started working out with a trainer and a friend (hiiii HEATHER), I overhauled my diet and began eating extremely “clean.” It didn’t happen over night, but my body started to change. Not just dress sizes, but muscles began appearing-GUN SHOW, yo. (Not exactly, but whatev.) My energy is soaring and my anxiety has been amazingly diminished.

These are all great things, and I’m damn proud of myself. My family and friends who see me all the time are proud too. I used to sleep in til 11 on Saturdays, now I’m up at 730 doing running mans and planks. I can wear things I haven’t felt comfortable in again, and this weekend was the first time I wore a bikini this year…and I felt good, with no need to cover up in a tank like I might have before.

But I’m terrified to go out to eat. I’m terrified to eat, period-but I know, I KNOW my body needs the fuel. I avoid social situations because of the food or alcohol, I find myself tossing and turning at night wondering if the 2 hours of cardio I did at the gym was enough. I get a little too happy for my liking that my collarbone is visible. I plan my day around the gym (sometimes twice a day) and getting in enough protein after my workouts. Meaning no, I can’t meet up with you after the gym even though you need to talk because I have to go home and have a protein shake and I’m sorry I’m a bad friend right now but if I go to Starbucks I’ll miss the “golden hour” during which I HAVE to have protein. I actually said that to one of my friends! Like a crazy person! Makes me want to burst into tears right now. I was invited to Vegas this weekend and my first thought was ohhhh I bet the hotel has a nice gym. WHAT THE HELL. Heather and I had plans to see Sex and the City 2 on Friday night and I almost cancelled because I felt I needed to go run stadiums-the anxiety was debilitating. Luckily, I got a grip and we had a fabulous girls night out. Thankfully, I have friends like Heather who I can tell what I’m feeling and she can drop kick me (nicely) back to reality.

If you’re close to me, as some of you are, most of our conversations, at some point circle back around to my new “lifestyle”…I love you for not telling me to shut the hell up. I also love you for telling me to take care of myself. If you’re REALLY close to me, as in see me everyday-I ask you multiple times a day how I look. I hate that I am that girl now.

I’m dating a personal trainer, and I can’t be the only one who find this oddly ironic. Life, stop it with your silly shenanigans! On our first date he went to town on some gourmet mac and cheese and I picked at a salad. (I guzzled the wine though. I mean, I haven’t completely forgotten who I am.) His body is ridiculous and now I feel the pressure is on even more. Of course, I’m completely disregarding how he mentioned he doesn’t like girls who are “too thin” and told me, “you better not lose your boobs!”

When did I go from healthy to a woman obsessed…was it when the big changes started happening? Was it 2 weekends ago when I went out with six guys and realized I held all the control, and somehow convinced myself that they would have held all the control 3 dress sizes ago? I don’t want to stop-I’m not going to stop-but I know myself enough to realize that I’m nearing a dangerous place. A place I’ve been before and a place I never thought I’d be again. A place where there is no such thing as good enough.

I received a few INCREDIBLE emails this weekend, just full of support, for no other reason than they felt I needed it. Maybe to make me feel better after making such an ass out of myself on my vlog?! They all mentioned that I empower my readers, and while that warms my heart and makes me want to keep on going…I don’t feel very empowered at the moment. I’m smart enough to know that I’m obsessed with working out and eating like a bird because everything else is always so OUT of control.  Not in a bad way, I’m happy right now-but it could go away. And that terrifies me. This is one thing I don’t have to rely on anyone for. It’s all me. Nobody can let me down.

Goals for the week-
Post this very personal blog. Opening up about this very scary subject might be all I need.
Live my life. Go wine tasting this weekend with a bestie and EAT CHEESE. Omg I miss cheese.
Love my body. Appreciate how far I can run now, how much I can lift, be excited that my insomnia has been cured naturally, etc.
Put my relationships before my “obsession.”
Listen to my body. Give it the rest, fuel, appreciation it deserves. It is not the enemy.

It is NOT the enemy.  I am good enough-no matter what size jeans I wear. And so are you. xo

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Ohhhh haiiiii…
I MISS YOU. A little over 2 weeks of no blogging, barely any blog reading, rarely tweeting (although I made up for that this weekend like WHOA)…and a lot of thinking about what to do with this lil piece of mine.

First things first though-WHAT A WEEKEND. You know when you’re all, I just want to lay out by the pool and be mellow…and then you find yourself on 6 dates (some with the same person), staying out until 6am (I’m too old for this shit), running bleachers, shopping with the gay bff and buying a romper (A ROMPER. I have this new body kinda…and I guess that means confidence…which I guess means rompers? Help), meeting tons of new people, drinking, drinking, drinking, and then drunk tweeting oops, explaining said drunk tweets to your nearest and dearest girls who are all WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?, making out, and at the end of the 3 day madness cuddling on the couch with a hot guy who just seems to fit, watching the Bachelorette and laughing at his impersonations of  ”the weather man”, making plans for the future and wondering how the hell this happened?

Yep, yep. That’s me. Right now. If this is any indication of how Summer is going to be…I like what I’m seeing. I like it a lot. Starbucks drive-thru fish face with John-pre Whitney Houston sing a long, and yeah he’s wearing a headband.May I recommend some Fat Cat Pinot Noir? Meow.I’m dating a personal trainer. With an MBA. Who watches the Bachelorette with me. Just…let me be happy.

Anyways. I’m sure ya’ll are on pins and needles about what I’m going to do with my blog.  Well.  I’m not leaving you, but I am moving.  To Tumblr.  The last two weeks I’ve been thinking a lot about It’s Unbeweavable!, and what it means to me, and what I can realistically keep up with.  I can’t imagine my life without you (I wish I could quit you), but I also LOVE LIVING MY LIFE, without worrying about taking photos of every moment, or spilling my heart and soul out just for the sake of giving a good read.  On my new site, I’ll be doing more of a “Lifecast”-some days I’ll write, some days I’ll throw up a picture of my new romper, etc.  I’m getting it all set up, and I’ll let you know when it’s ready to go and I hope you like it!!  This is inspired by my all time favorite blogger, Julia Allison. So NO ABSOLUTELY NOT RETIRING!!! You’re stuck with me.

Anyways…I’m still here for now! And on We Love Dates!

Love you, mean it.  I hope you are all doing amazing.  I wish I could express how much you have touched my life over the past year and a half-there just aren’t enough words.xoxo

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I love Spring! March is one big fat sigh of relief in general.  November to February is so fun, but a wee exhausting, no?  I almost feel like this is when my real new year starts.  I woke up super happy today, after a particularly rough weekend.  I have so much to look forward to…here’s a little peek into my Spring/Summer.

And Nicole

Bod-spiration. Thank you P90x, Jillian Michaels and daylight savings so I can run at night. (I watch too much SVU and Criminal Minds so I get scurrrred in the dark/always.) Also? Yes, I want a bikini that matches my blog…don’t judge.

Summer cocktails. And by that you know I mostly mean Sangria from a bottle. OH and Caipirinha’s. And basically anything with a lil umbrella ella ella in it.

Hundred plus degree temps. Crowds < Coachella. Worth it. LarouxJayZMGMTVampireWeekendPhoenix. I die.

Trading in the yoga pants for dresses. Dresses that um, support. Fabulous.

Hawaii. Unplugging.

Taking my fashion blogging to new levels with new toys.

The future of It’s Unbeweavable! Seen worn by my fave fashion bloggers…soon…leeeaked. Thank you Nina. Kelly might even come out of retirement.
Happy Birthday to my lovebug…Kathleen. I LOVE and MISS YOU! Looking forward to floating down lazy rivers with you in Vegas. Shocking

Happy Spring, loves. Besos!

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This week totally got away from me and I forgot to announce the Covergirl giveaway winners…Sarah at A Life More Exciting, Jamie at La vie…j’aime and Lindsay at Bella Cene’. I will email you ladies-congrats! xo

Both images Via

Just a lil blessed list…because I need one…

So many amazing opportunities lately.  The lil red light I see blinking on my bberry every 2 seconds?  That?  Is a blessing. Not a burden.

Quotes/reminders/ass kickers like this from my current favorite book (and one of the most thoughtful gifts I’ve ever received) “If You Have To Cry, Go Outside. And Other Things Your Mother Never Told You.” by Kelly Cutrone. P.S. Nina did a great review of this book, and all I have to say is AGREED. P.S.S GAWD I LOVE KELLY CUTRONE.

“If anyone really wanted to change the world, they’d bring in the fashion bitches, because nobody gets things done faster.” Amen.

Friends who make me laugh, buy me copious amounts of champagne (Kelly), challenge, listen, encourage, hug, accept and love.

On that note-absolutely ridiculous g-chat conversations and emails that get me through the day.

New nail polish, perfect for spring.

Butterflies. Magic words. Plans. Faith.

Why were you blessed this week?  Tell me, tell me.

Happy Weekend, lovers!

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