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Winners and a Lil Blessed List…

Liz — Fri, 12 Mar 2010 04:48:39 +0000

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 imagesÂ Via

Just a lil blessed list…because I need one…

So many amazing opportunities lately. Â The lil red light I see blinking on my bberry every 2 seconds? Â That? Â 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? Â Tell me, tell me.

Happy Weekend, lovers!

Love Liz

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Dress You Up In My Love…

Liz — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 08:00:00 +0000

Happy Monday! In my head, that sounded totally sarcastic so just in case it didn’t translate-TOTALLY SARCASTIC. But anyway! The project I’m working on requires me to go into an office (I’m sure I’m getting blank stares from most of you…as you read this from your offices), and last week I was bored out of my mind with my outfits! Therefore, no lookbooks…yet. I love dresses…they’re so easy to throw on, and Hanako, Kelly and Maegan inspire me with the dresses they wear to work. I have to admit though, that dresses are one retail sector that kind of intimidate me, especially when it comes to the workplace. I can wear whatever the heck I want, one of the perks of working in a creative industry, however…if you have boobs or curves like me-lots of dresses can go from cute to skank in 2.5 secs…not professional at all. Below are dresses I would wear to work that won’t break the bank (I despise spending a fortune on work clothes, let’s save that for the Loubies kthxbai.)

{This might not work in every office, but in mine paired with tights, it’d be perfect}

{There is so much I could do with this one. Blank canvas!}

{So versatile! Above-9 am team mtg, below- 6 pm team drinking yay}

{Simple. I am dying over navy right now, too.}

{Perfection}

{Sexy without boobies in the face! lol. Jersey, V-Neck, add tights and boots…WIN}

This lil number is NOT for work…I don’t work on the corner. I jest. If this doesn’t scream LIZ I don’t know what does. I love the bright color and the fact that it is not strapless!! I heart support. This is perfect for a fabulous, badass evening on the town, maybe in SF? Just sayin.

All of the above from ASOS. I wish they were hanging in my closet NOW. Boo wtf am I gonna wear tomorrow ughhhh!!! Sunday night grumpies, party of one…

In other news, I have the Ciao, Chessa! winner to announce!! My lovey banana badger was ~~forced~~ gracious enough to pick the lucky number via gchat this evening…number 84- Carissa from The Lovely Dove it is all you woman! Have your people talk to my people and let’s do the damn thing Congrats, doll!

Happy Monday, this time, sarcasm free. Mostly. Hope ya’ll had fabulous weekends.

XOXO,

Liz

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Two Hundred…And I Care.

Liz — Fri, 23 Oct 2009 07:00:00 +0000

I once read one of those blog posts that listed blogging rules for newbies, blog etiquette if you will, and while most I agreed with-linking back, plagiarism sucks, give props where props are due, etc…one faux pas was “do not announce when you’ve hit 100 posts. Or 200. Or 300.

Nobody cares.”

Well. Lucky for me I am a natural born rule breaker…

It’s my 200th post, and I CARE. I’m even “announcing it” right here. Right now. Ohhh bloggy police, come get me. I’m pretty sure you don’t want to mess with this Latina fury though.

{Where the blogging happens…maybe a lil to the left, to the left.}

I can’t think of anything I’ve made a conscious decision to do 200 times that I don’t have to. Besides fashion, when pressed, I don’t really have any “hobbies.” There are tons of things I LOVE to do…but not over and over, every day. Is drinking sangria and texting a hobby? Especially when done simultaneously? Because I kinda excel at that, srsly, but I digress. I used to dance, but once you hit your twenties that kind of ends, unless you embark upon career that involves a pole and 8 inch Lucite heels. (No judgement. I’m just sayin.)

In 200 posts, I have built something that I’m proud of. Something that is as much a part of me as my right arm. 200 times I have sat down and wanted to share a part of myself with you, the good, bad and the ugly. Fashion, hair, anxiety, eyeliner, heartbreak. And more than 2,000 times I have sat down and read your blogs, because you were brave enough to share a part of yourself with me.

In 200 posts, I’ve made friendships that blow my mind. I’ve had the pleasure of meeting some of you face to face, some of us have plans, and some of you I MIGHT never meet…and that’s ok KEL because you send me Unbeweavable shit like this at 12am.

{OMG. I die. Unbeweavable!}

In 200 posts, my life has been touched by each and everyone of you, real life or virtually, 2D or 3D.

Thank you, Dollfaces. I’m so blessed you’re here. Things are only getting bigger and better, and I can’t imagine it without each and everyone of you.

Have a Lovely Weekend.

XOXO,

Liz

P.S. The Perricone Winner will be announced on Monday, so you still have the weekend to enter! yay!

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Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes!

Liz — Mon, 19 Oct 2009 07:00:00 +0000

I need a change, bad. This happens to me a lot, and it’s always taken out on my hair. Before you think I have completely lost my mind, some background. I have always worked in the fashion/beauty industry surrounded by creative, talented (and slightly crazy, myself included) people who see hair as an accessory, and one not meant to be taken too seriously, because guess what?! Basically anything can be fixed! (For the right amount, of course.)

I change my hair a lot. If you see pictures of me on FB or something, you may ask which ones are recent…to which I would give you a blank stare and say “um all of them.”

This weekend was spent lounging with my sickypoo Mom and watching The Rachel Zoe Project over and over while OBSESSING over Taylor’s hair. I even dreamt about it last night. (And I never dream. Or remember my dreams. Ever.) It’s all I can think about, my heart literally starts racing when I think of making the appointment, and I know I HAVE TO HAVE IT. Orgasmic…huh? WHAT?

I just showed John (roomie, main gay who is brutally honest) pics of Taylor’s hair and he goes, “Oh cool, I think you were blonde when I met you, no?” I can’t even remember, honestly.

I’m just not afraid of change.

I heart change. I am by no means much of risk taker when it comes to anything permanent-no tattoo’s, piercings, etc for me…but one fundamental way I have always expressed myself is through my hair. If I’m feeling a little stagnant or stuck…I might not be able to change the job, the relationship, or whatever, but I CAN change my hair, and for me, it works. Perks me up a lil, get’s me out of my rut.

I’m doing it. The cut…AND THE COLOR! Booya!

I’m going to attempt to go to Taylor’s actual stylist too, so that makes me feel a little less anxious because no matter how big a game I talk, the change I am seeking is not one resulting in a brassy orange fried situation…cuz that’s not cute, yo.

I freaking LOVE IT. I DIE. I CANNOT WAIT!

Don’t hate on me, lovers…I know this may be a controversial decision. But change is never easy and Mama needs your support. I’m hoping to take the Unbeweavable-ness to new levels around this piece. With that said, I love you and treasure your fabulous opinions-case in point-this darling, heartwarming lil bbm convo with one of my nearest and dearest today-

Me-“hey bitch, would you still love me if I did my hair like taylors from RZ?”

Kelly-“No. I’d fucking slit your throat. Mija you be knowing about the colombian necktie, mmhmm.”

Me-“hahahahahahaha”

Yep, sometimes we talk like violent truckers. I love her, and I know she’ll love the platinum blonde me! Right Kel? Bueller? Bueller?

But you guys, I am totally going to rock it out!! It’s going to be badass, promise! Support me?! I’m getting all hyper just writing about it listening to Bowie on repeat!

Disclaimer! In the unfortunate circumstance that I look RIDIC after all is stripped and chopped, I will be back to my brunette roots and extensions faster than you can say “SHUTITDOWN”…

Happy Monday! Weekends fun? I LIT-RILLY did nada except sleep and stalk Tay. (Clearly.)

XOXO,

Liz

And yes, of course I will post pics of my new hair! Prob even do some live blogging from the berry…”reporting live from le makeover”haha

Speaking of Kelly, it’s Anonymous Monday on her blog again! Today is “I hate it when…” Since I’m such a lil hater, I’ve been looking forward to this one!

all images via google

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It Was Fast and Dirty!

Liz — Mon, 28 Sep 2009 07:00:00 +0000

Dear Monday,

I’m willing to forgive what you and your mean muggin friend Tuesday did to me last week (You both had bad hair, btw). I almost had to get the badgers and take you down (throw beer in your face.) But, let’s start fresh, ok? Play nice, Monday!

Dear Leggings/Yoga Pants/Wife Beaters, and suprisingly soft F21 T shirts,

Thank you for being the only items of clothing in my closet that did not make me want to burst in tears and rock back and forth in the fetal postion this weekend. It’s not that my other clothes are mean. They just don’t understand pms and aren’t as…flexible as you are.

Dear Hair,

I want my bangs back and this is the picture I will be taking to our stylist. Bangs, since it will be cooling off you have no reason to get all hot and sweaty and weird. Act right ok? I know OOFA isn’t here to “roll my bangs?” but we are just going to have to be big girls and work as a team.

{Extensions MIGHT be coming out ya’ll, but then I’d just be…”UN”, and that’s so sad}

Dear Fiance of one of my favorite blogger buddies,

I’m so excited about my blog’s re-design! I hope all the mumbo jumbo I sent you this weekend made sense, and I promise not to be too much of a pain in the ass. My baby’s gettin a makeover!

Dear Kelly,

This means I won’t be harassing you to change things for me at 2am anymore. I know you are probably very sad about this. Don’t worry, you are not off le hook. I have endless things to harass you about. Yay!

Dear Sangria in a bottle,

You’re really good. I like where our relationship is going. Combined with the yoga pants and your yummyness, I just might never leave my house again. Keep up the good work.

Dear Fall TV Schedule,

I can’t effing deal with you, dude. There are just too many shows I HAVE to watch, and I can’t prioritize, I am overwhelmed and confused. My little OCD heart can’t take it. On that note, Fall TV, you’re also making me feel like a TV junkie. The Hills this week, right peeps?

Dear Burberry Prorsum Spring 2010,

Holy gawd. You blew my mind. Well played, Christopher Bailey, well played.

Dear Friends,

Yes, that is YOU! Sorry for the randomness. I have nothing too exciting to report from this weekend and I am just fine with it! I hope this week is FABULOUS for us all. Also, if Monday has you feeling a little…hostile…today, head over to Kelly’s blog for a fabulous way to vent! AND my best friend Brooke is guest posting here today, it’s HILARIOUS, so ch-ch-check it! Kthxbai!

Big fat bloggy hugs to you all!

XOXO,

Liz

I spent an amazing 3 months in the Philippines and I am deeply saddened by the news that a typhoon has hit Manila, with the death toll rising. My prayers are with a nation and people who stole my heart. If you’d like to help out, please visit the Philippine Red Cross

(These lil letters were inspired by The Rockstar Diaries, The Wild and Wily Ways of a Brunette Bombshell and I’m sure many others. I didn’t create this idea, and I don’t claim to!)

Hair inspiration image via lookbook.nu

Burberry image via style.com

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5 Wardrobe Staples by Kelly!

Liz — Fri, 18 Sep 2009 07:00:00 +0000

Happy Friday luvvers!!

Kelly at My So-Called Fabulous Life is one of my girls..and there is NOTHING “So-Called” about how fabulous her life is. But you know what, no matter the size and fabulousness of your Loubie collection or whatever, what really matters to me, at least, is someone’s heart. Kelly has theeee biggest and she makes me roll on the floor with laughter, emphysema style- this post is no exception. Love you bitch. And thank you for doing this…I know it’s against le rules le Kelly.

The 5 Staples Every Woman Should Own…In classic Kelly style.

Have a great weekend dolls!!
XOXO,
Liz

(Thanks again Kel!!. Yay! One day you will be in my wedding with a bag on your head. LOL I die.)

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Butterflies…Revisited.

Liz — Thu, 09 Jul 2009 07:00:00 +0000

{One of my blog bff’s (well, let’s be real, one of my closest friends period) is leaving today on an overseas trip for a while and I am sad. So Kelly, safe travels, I love you, I can’t wait for you to get home, and you better blog dude!}

I originally wrote this for Five Lipstick Stains (On Your Collar), but I’ve revised it a bit and I want it on It’s Unbeweavable as well, cuz it’s my blog, and I can do that. And between yesterday and tonight THE Butterflies are only getting stronger. So if you follow us dirty little fun havers over there (oh you don’t? you should), and have already read this, I apologize…kinda.
These are THE butterflies.

Oh, I’ve been around, I know all the different kinds of butterflies. These are the ones that are so good I can’t eat, can’t stop thinking about you, I know we just got off the phone but why aren’t you texting me butterflies. These are the butterflies that leave me sitting on my bed wishing I could smell you, feel you, loose myself in you, missing you with an ache so strong I can feel it in every, single part of my body. The butterflies that don’t just flutter, they whirl and tremble and quiver, and as my heart pounds, I think….yes. These are the butterflies that have always lead to something…something meaningful, and life changing. These are the you are more than just a one night thing kinda butterflies, baby.

He says things like “Just wanted to let you know that I’m thinking about what an amazing woman you are and how the thought of you warms my soul.” I had a bad dream and he was there… I mention that Ben Folds “The Luckiest” is one of my favorite songs…so he learns it and plays it for me on his acoustic guitar the same day. We have plans made, things to do, everywhere I go I wish he was with me, and he consumes my every thought from sweet to scandalous. These are the butterflies where two end up becoming one.

These are also the butterflies that terrify me to my core. The other kinds, sure they flutter, but I control them. Those butterflies are my bitches. The butterflies I have now…part of me wants to run but they will catch me, and I just want to run to him, anyway. Watch what you wish for I guess.

I don’t fucking want these butterflies if they are slowly, painfully, one by one, going to drop from the sky and die. Maybe in 6 months, maybe in 3 years, whatever. I don’t want them if they aren’t going to fade into something better…something lasting, strong, healthy and safe. I want them to go away so bad sometimes.

But not as bad as I want you. Here. Now. Forever?

These are THE butterflies.

Le sigh…what is going on? Where did he come from? I still have no idea if he reads my blog. I’m pretty sure he does. XOXO, Liz

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