Alternative title-Well, this is awkward.

I’ve never really had to think about making friends. Before you roll your eyes, no it’s not because I’ve always been so oh my god popular! It’s because I was born with a built in best friend, a twin sister. From the jump, I’ve had someone to talk to, someone to relate to and experience life with.

And then, yeah, I’ve been pretty lucky in the friend department

Until now.

I’m sure my sister and friends who are reading this right now are like ummm…hi? But here’s the thing. I have friends all over the world…the girls I count as my best friends are in Southern Cali, Vegas, Arizona, Canada…but I’m in a new city where I don’t know a soul, and there’s really no fancy way to say it…I’m lonely, you guys. I visit home a lot and see my girls and my sister, and I know that where we are living right now is temporary, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t missing something.

I miss random chats at the Coffee Bean. I miss frantic last minute shopping trips when one of us just needs to buy something because…well, just because. I miss late night frozen yogurt runs with my sister. I miss gym dates, yoga dates and I miss movie nights where we’d drink wine and talk too much to possibly pay attention to the movie.

I miss face to face, in real life, laughing til you cry friendship. And even though our living situation is temporary, I want to make the most of it. Just because something is temporary doesn’t mean it’s not important, I mean hello, LIFE is temporary.

Now, ya’ll know that I adore my boyfriend. That when it comes down to it, he’s my bestest bestest friend. He’s great…he tries to fill in for the lack of girl time I’ve had lately, bless his lil heart. But I know he could give two shits about the Bachelor and if false lashes are in fact appropriate during the day (I’m still on the fence). Plus, I like to obsess about things a lot, it’s quite the hobby of mine and he just wasn’t born with that gene. I need an obsess-er buddy!

No matter how fantastic he is, a girl needs more than just her guy. And I know that it starts with me-I know that I need to get out there, that I need show up at the yoga studio with a smile on my face and be open. It’s just a little weird to be looking for friends at this stage of my life, you know? I feel like a creeper…like they’ll think I’m going to expect them to wear a super stylish promise ring or something…

Why is there not an online dating site for new friends? Oh wait, I think there is. It’s called the internet.

I mean, I hope you didn’t come here looking for answers, because I really don’t know. What I do know though is this experience is making me appreciate my dear friends a hell of a lot more than I ever have. When I tell them “I can’t wait to see you!” I don’t think they have any idea just how much I mean it.

I really, really mean it.

So for now, I’m holding on to that…to them, no matter how far away we all are from each other.  I’m holding on to the girls I can call at all hours of the day, the skype chats that almost almost almost feel like we’re in the same room, and the blessing of knowing that we’re all just a plane ride away.  We have an extra bedroom, ladies.

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I was thinking of doing a “Year In Review” but each time I would sit down to write it…I had nothing.  I didn’t want to devote an entire post to rehashing things I’ve already talked about…or bitching about what a difficult year 2010 was, because damn sometimes it really was, amiright?  But sometimes it was really beautiful, too.  When I look back on the last 12 months though, there are undoubtedly the moments that are forever tattooed in my brain.  The moments that not only shaped this year…but probably many more to come.  The ones that define me.

The Survival.
The car accident that I still can’t believe I walked away from.  I think this was the beginning of my transformation-inside and out.  The moment…when my car finally stopped and I was this close to passing the eff out…and my Mom grabbed my hand and said, “You’re ok.”  I think that was one of the very first moments I truly appreciated my amazing life.

That day.  The beautiful summer-ish day.  The confidence.  The decisions.  The innocence.
That night.  The dark, freezing summer-ish night.  The panic.  The tears.  The grief.

The strength.  The people who were strong for me when I couldn’t be.

The Good Stuff.
Kings of Leon with Kathleen. Just one of those perfect nights. Ali showing up on my doorstep with her psychic powers, taking me to eat my feelings in the form of Yardhouse Mac and Cheese and forcing me (nicely) to make a phone call I was dreading.  Krista. Period.

Fitting into THE skinny jeans. Completely unrelated to the eating of the feelings

The miles I’ve ran.  The treadmill dancing I’ve done.  The hour or so everyday that is just me and my music, and my thoughts.

Countless dance parties with my sister.

Getting a ridiculously sweet text from a number I had deleted. Turned out to be from a best friend I’d had a devastating falling out with last year.  But that’s the thing about real friends…the ones who are in your heart and soul…you can just pick up right where you left off-and we have, no looking back. Soul sisters.

The Love.
Meeting him.  The best first date ever.

So.many.guys…
but I always came back to him.

There have been hundreds of moments since our best first date ever that I could mention…but I’m keeping them near and dear to my heart-a girl has to keep something for herself, no? I will just say…life changing stuff, yo.  Life changing dude.

I’m absolutely certain I’m missing tons of moments…shoooot there have probably been some today that are worth mentioning, but I won’t bore you.  If this year has taught me anything, it’s to treasure each and every moment, each and every person and each and every day. So excuse me but fuck yes this year has been hard…but, and I almost can’t believe I’m saying this, I wouldn’t change anything.

Because I survived-and I now know without a shadow of a doubt that nothing can break me.
The good stuff always outshines the bad, if you let it.
And I’m able to love…

Happy New Year. xoxo

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Hi lovers.
I hope ya’ll had a good weekend (And Monday!) I went shopping with my sister, got my Forever21 bag WOOT, among some other odds and ends, and I also got to see my lovah Ali…took her out for her bday dinner and watched the Lakers go down in flames. Good girly time is priceless. I have to say that my favorite time with any of my friends is in the bathroom getting ready!  Is that weird?  Do you guys do that too?

Remember when I used to be a fashion blogger?! Me too. It’s just been a hot minute since I’ve stumbled upon anything badass enough to share, and that hasn’t already been shared 25 times. Candy & Caviar is badass x a billion–gotta thank my friend Daniel (no offense meant at all, but gay guy friends ftmfw) for the heads up…I want it all! I.die. “Little girls who dream big, make it big” is the philosophy of designer Candy Lin, and I couldn’t agree more. Now look! PRETTY! Zippers! The line is also super affordable, and I plan on rocking quite a few pieces in the near future. (After Steven kicks my ass a little more.)

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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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via thanks to the beauty file

It’s hot in here.

Possibly because I currently have 3 appliances plugged in (blow dryer, flat iron, curling iron), all to achieve the effortless waves you like so much, and I realize that the next time I want to deny that I am high maintenance, I’ll just effing sigh in resignation. I concede.

I wonder if I’ll ever be a “wash and wear” hair kind of girl, and if not what does that say about me? Decide not to give it a second thought. Decide not to care what people think if I include that in a blog post. For now, it means I’ll have pretty princess hair for the day, so WIN.

I wonder if I can tell you how happy I am that you’re here. I wonder if it’s too soon to tell you that lately my blessings are feeling like burdens, but I’m working on it-I wonder if you’ll understand what I mean and not judge me. I wonder if you’ll care that a broken friendship of mine is mending and that makes me really happy. I wonder if you’ll ask the right questions, say the right things-I wonder how I’ll react when you don’t. I wonder what will happen when you read the.blog.

Make-up time. It’s amazing what a little Nars Orgasm blush can do. Orgasm. I wonder what it will be like…

I wonder what it will be like when I stop wondering and just know. Know exactly what you smell like after a shower, or when you wake up, or come home from a bike ride and my fabulous, albeit yoga pants clad ass pauses the Kardashians long enough to give you a hug, because I don’t care that you’re sweaty. In fact, I kinda love it. I wonder what it will be like when you know all my friends names, faces and life stories, who’s fighting with who and who’s opinions really matter, who (or who’s boyfriend) will come after you with a hockey stick if you hurt me. I wonder what it will be like when you have coffee (or a martini, knowing her) with my sister, alone, because she’s my world and I’m your world and they’re colliding.

I wonder what it will be like when we bridge the communication gap, the distance gap, the schedule gap. I wonder if we’ll ever completely bridge every.single.gap life throws at us, and I doubt it. I decide again not to worry about it, and instead just hold on to your hand tighter and jump. I decide that if I’m going to be doing all this jumping around, I should do it in style, so I buy these jeans. Something about jumping around screams, “BUY THE HUNTER BOOTS“ to me, so I do. I mean, maybe with all this jumping I’ll land in a puddle, and a girl has got to protect herself.

And if I stumble into that puddle sans the hunter boots, would you lay your coat over it to save my pink satin stilettos?

I wonder…

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I rarely use my blog as a way to communicate with someone else, I think that’s lame. However…in the spirit of the month of L-O-V-E, I’m breaking my own rule. So dear Mr.,

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For some reason, I’m putting a lot of pressure on myself, on this post. I think that basically sums up New Years, anyway, no? A lot of fucking pressure…it has to be better. It has TO. Right? I mean, I know that’s all I’m hanging on to lately. I’m going to forgo the usual resolutions…yes, I ate like it was going out of style this last month and have ignored the gym, my trainer-HI STEVEN, and Jillian Michaels.

I’m not where I thought I would be, but I am learning that maybe I’m where I am supposed to be. I’m standing on the edge of a huge jump, one that I’m doing on my own…without a ring on my finger, without a hand to hold. But with more confidence and sense of self than I have ever had.

2010…the Unbeweavable journey continues. With you Happy New Year! Be safe! Back on Monday in full force

(Images 1 and 2 via we heart it. 3 is mine.)

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This week I’ll still be in and out, but I wanted to say HI! Tell me everything! Happy Holidays so far??

Mine was SO good…but I’m glad it’s over and I can catch my breath, you know? Next up New Years-and then 2010!! Big changes! HURRY UP! There were moments of holding back tears, of forcing a smile. But I got through it.

I’m not going to list all the presents I got-I don’t know, something about that bugs me because it’s really not what Christmas is about, to me-but, because it’s relevant to the bloggy, I will say that I did get a Flip HD Camera, so now I can video blog without looking like a bobblehead, so yay.

More important things are on my heart and mind tonight, though. For all that I’ve been given, I HAVE to give back just as much.

To Write Love on Her Arms is Non Profit organization that I support, however I can. It’s near and dear to my heart.

“To Write Love on Her Arms is a non-profit movement dedicated to presenting hope and finding help for people struggling with depression, addiction, self-injury and suicide. TWLOHA exists to encourage, inform, inspire and also to invest directly into treatment and recovery.”

{I’m kissin balls for TWLOHA on Socialvibe.com}

On Christmas Eve, this blog was posted on the TWLOHA website, and I wanted to share it with you too. I’m not going to lie loves…I had to read this over a few times this week/weekend. It brought me strength, and will continue to, and just in case even one of you needs some strength…

FOR EMPTY SEATS AND ELEPHANTS IN ROOMS AND DREAMS THAT FEEL IMPOSSIBLE.
DEC. 24, 2009 AT 11:53PM

Hey Guys.
My heart is light tonight. And it feels almost strange to type that. Because i remember so much wrestling and the weight of so many different Decembers. i don’t know if it’s the holidays or the year’s coming to a close but this time of year has a way of reminding us what’s missing, reminding us what hurts… i feel like i’ve been there a lot in recent years.

If you can relate to any of that tonight – to things missing or things changed or lost or broken – we just want to take a moment to say that it matters. Your story and your pain, your hopes and fears and dreams. It matters. You matter. Tonight and tomorrow and ten years from now. We’re sorry for your hurts, for empty seats and elephants in rooms and dreams that feel impossible.

John Mayer said it well in a tweet earlier tonight: “Sending a heartfelt Merry Christmas to those who feel loneliness this time of year. You’re not alone. Hang in there.”

We’ll add to that: Keep going. Keep fighting. Talk to someone. Get the help you need. Your life is worth fighting for. Your dreams, your story, the things that make you come alive – those things deserve to shine. You deserve a friend. You deserve to be loved, to be known. Whatever you’re carrying – whatever aches or haunts or steals – you were never meant to carry it alone. Bono sings “We get to carry each other.” He suggests that it’s a privilege, that it’s the best way to live. You were meant to walk with other people, to invite other characters to play parts in your story.

Wherever you’re at tonight, however heavy or light the night is, whatever scene it finds you living – please know that you matter very much. Please know that you are something priceless, something beautiful and entirely unique. There is hope for you. There is hope for all of us. 2010 has never happened before and the same is true about tomorrow.

A prayer for you, or perhaps a wish if you prefer it said that way: We hope these things feel true. We hope you know you matter. We hope you find your smile. You deserve it -you absolutely do.

Merry Christmas / Happy Holidays / Happy 2010.
Peace to you tonight.
jamie

If you made it through all that…Thank YOU for walking with me, for being such an important part of my story this year. We deserve to shine…and shine we will. Thank YOU for being a reason for me to SMILE. Lots of love to you all, can’t wait to catch up. xoxo

If you have any questions…or need to talk…you know how to reach me. Do not hesitate.

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{Courtesy of my love Bella at Vintage Lollipops}

My life has changed so much in LIT-rilly a few days, and I’m excited, overwhelmed, thankful that the connections I have made over the years were not in vain…I should be over the moon right now. And I am. I SO am.

There is this ugh annoying part of me, however, that is so fundamentally terrified to be happy, so today, I actively seeked out something I knew would make.me.feel.like.shit. Worked like a charm. I’d lie and say I did it subconsciously, but in 2.5 seconds I was able to explain to my sister and Brooke why I was doing it, so I’m not going to front here.

My career-Starting Monday, I am going to be rillyrilly busy on a huge project and I might lag on the comments…but I highly doubt it as ya’ll are as much a part of my day to day as a venti skinny vanilla latte with an extra shot chased by a full throttle and a bag of peanut mm’s….

{Basically been wanting to use this picture forever. Badass B with her S bux. FAB.}

My heart-all I know is that someone is trying his darndest to sweep me off my feet, and I’m letting him. I was no doubt the girliest of girls at the Ducks game, and def out of my element…(took extreme-ehem-SMART measures to protect my Rebecca Minkoff bag by drinking my Blue Moon out of a sippy cup with a straw.) But I totally dug the violence! HOT! RAWR! We were so close to the glass that everytime the puck hit it, I think I jumped a mile. So fun, and my date thought my straw was cute, so win win…

{Yes, B, M and I call my bag “Becky”…she’s too purdy for an NHL game again kthxbai}

So…why, when things are going so well, do I choose instead to spend hours focusing on something guaranteed to bring me down? Unhappiness is not where I want to dwell, feeling yucky is not going to be my comfort zone anymore! I don’t want to continue to believe I don’t deserve things to work out, I don’t want to live in fear that things are going to go wrong.

See, there’s this girl. Not a blogger. I repeat, NOT A BLOGGER. But there’s this girl…she’s beyond gorgeous, in love, just got married and living “the” dream. I know her, or I used to. She has everything I thought I wanted…my old plans are her reality. She has security in everything that I don’t. I always thought my life would end up just like hers. And I know, ya’ll, I know…nobody has the perfect life, nothing is what they seem (espesh on sites like FB)…but my gawd…her wedding pictures, ALL 900 of them (900? Who does that?)-I couldn’t tear myself away until I was near tears thinking wtf is the matter with me?? (I’m DEF not upset about not being married!! Not my point…)

I took a different path…and here I am, on the brink of a huge career leap, dating someone who treats me like a princess, but STILL a part of me would give anything to trade lives with this girl. The other part, says NO. Even if nothing in my life is “secure”…I’m going to have to work harder than ever career wise, I am taking things day by day with this guy and that’s just where I’m at right now. Sometimes I wonder if she compares herself to me. I hate that I even bother to care, stopping NOW. I need to keep the emotional cutting to a minimum…srsly…life is GOOD.

{I am choosing to be HAPPY. It’s a decision, sometimes.}

So...

I will wish this beautiful girl well on her journey…

I will work harder than ever…

I will keep taking risks…

I will keep my heart open…

I will take it day by day…or date by date…

I will wake up thankful for the opportunites I have, the people I am going to meet…

I will continue on my journey, and realize that it is MINE and mine alone, as we are all on different ones, and they are not to be compared or judged…

I will hustle, rock it like a badass, take charge, toss my hair and drink beer out of a straw because that’s how I roll…

I will be happy.

I am dying to see all your Halloween posts/pics/shenanigans!

Besos!

XOXO,

Liz

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It’s official. For some reason I am more nervous writing this post than I any I have before, and umm if you’ve read my blog you know that’s saying a lot.

Dreams do come true.

Meet my baby. Black Label Media Group. All mine. The website will be launching soon, but I already have some amazing clients, ten years in the Fashion Marketing and PR industry to back me up and give me the confidence I need when I panic and realize I have no safety net. Sneak peek-Check out my kick ass business card, thank you Kelly (she’s amazing.) I thought it was time to share a little more with my amazing support system…YOU.

I’m excited. I can do this. And I love and thank the people who think I can’t, because they just make me want it even more. I’ve never failed at anything in my life and I’m certainly not starting now. Haters are the best motivaters!

Anything you want to do…you can, dolls, you CAN.

Black Label Media Group caters to the Fashion and Beauty industries, and specializes in Marketing and Branding, Public Relations, SEO, in addition to Photo Shoot, Fashion Show and Events Production and Promotions….among many other things.

For now, I can be reached at itsunbeweavable@gmail.com

Thank you for your constant support. Wish me luck! I apologize for the blatant self-promotion

XOXO,

Liz

Pssst. Fabulous Giveaway tomorrow…just sayin.

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