Day 85

It's New Years Eve, and I'm 85 days into my new years resolution.  What's up.

Here are some other fun new years eve facts:

1. These are my friends in coordinating grey and purple (not planned).
2. The song Auld Lang Syne is not spelled phonetically (unless you're Scottish).
3. Today is our (my husband and I) first wedding anniversary.
4. My dress is borrowed from a friend, however it is a bridesmaids dress from our wedding a year ago, so I guess technically I picked it out.
5. I can't think of a 5th fact, which is irritating, but at least there's champagne.

Day 84

Oh, hey. 

We're just posing at the dog park.

Day 83

This is me, feeling better.  And this is Nugget, jumping up even though I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to let dogs do that. You can't see my outfit in it's entirety, but it's nothing to see really... pretty basic.  Just be thankful I actually got dressed today.

Day 82

When I'm sick, apparently it's a little bit like I'm sponsored. Today's blog post is brought to you by Jagermeister and either the Minnesota Twins or Victoria's Secret Pink (depending on which side of my uber baggy sweatpants you're looking at...) 
As for my dog's tail... I got out of bed to take this picture and I wasn't about to redo it because he happened to be walking by.
Again, let me reiterate... strep=yuck.

Day 81

So, I woke up and put this on before going to the doctor this morning... This sweater, which was a gift (thanks, Mom), was the most convenient thing I could find. Also, I don't care how old I am... when I'm sick, I just want my mom, so I settled for this sweater (and a phone call).

The doctor confirmed I had strep throat. I took some drugs, then proceeded to sleep in this for the next 24 hours.

Note: 1. I don't remember ever having strep before, but it is miserable. 2. This is a cute wrap sweater, and I don't want it wasted on a day I spent in bed so you'll be seeing it again. Probably with more accessories. 3. Yes, I cropped out my head. I was sick. duh.

Day 80

Here's a fun fact: 13 hour road trips are not conducive to picture taking. This is especially true when it's dark out and you have no choice but to stand under a fluorescent light outside of a truck stop...

Day 79

Merry Christmas... candid shot #2

Sure, you may not be able to see my outfit in it's entirety, but I'm sure you'll get over it. Besides, the huz' has made an appearance.

I made an executive decision, and Christmas just isn't a time for serious outfit picture taking... also, I was probably too busy eating, drinking, and being merry...

Day 78

Christmas Eve... Candid shot # 1 (some sparkly sweater action...)

Day 77

Sometimes, you don't need a description...
Also, my family is so much better than shopping. :)

Day 76

There's still time to purchase gift cards...

Belee dat.

Day 75

Yes, I am wearing a velour hoodie and matching pants. No, I don't care if you're judging me.

I spent 14 hours in a car, and I see absolutely no reason to waste a good outfit in a Dodge Avenger...

Look, my dog is mid yawn. He's also looking a little shaggy, maybe someone should brush him. See how I just shifted your focus to my dog and off of the fact that I resemble an elephant?

You're welcome.

I'll wear real clothes tomorrow.

Day 74

My dog's back... 

He found out a baby made the blog yesterday and he was pissed. That may or may not be why he positioned himself in the exact same spot.

Cesar Millan, if you're reading this... my dog is not exactly well trained in the area of staying off furniture. I'll take the blame.  But, if you wanna stop by, your advice is more than welcome. If you bring a camera crew, I'll probably make much more of an effort to get dressed than I did today.

I'm wearing pants that are either intended for a day at the spa or possibly hiking. I'm not sure, it's sometimes a fine line with stuff from Lucy, but I can confirm with certainty that I did neither one of those things today.

Day 73

Do you know what I love? Not working.

Do you know what I also love? This guy... look at him, all bundled up and ready to brave the cold.

You may remember him from his guest appearance in plaid a little over a month ago. Today he's sporting a blue "bring it on winter" ensemble.

Day 72

I can't fold a fitted sheet to save my life.

When it comes to neatness and organization, one might say I'm obsessive, maybe even compulsive.  However, when it comes to fitted sheets, while I always make a genuine effort to fold them nicely, I do have a breaking point when it comes to their inconveniently rounded edges. Trying to fold them just makes me mad and after too many attempts, I have no choice but to crumple them into a ball in a fit of rage. Then, to make matters worse, I have to shove them into the back of the closet so I don't have to look at their stupid, impossible, illogical existence.

I've sought advice from my mom, and I've scoured the internet for suggestions, but it's definitely not as easy as it seems. I'm admitting incompetence. So for now, they'll just sit there, with no straight lines, in a weird ugly lump, taunting me. Thank goodness for Sweatpants Sunday... you don't even realize.

Day 71

Details about my Saturday and this outfit will remain undisclosed.

If you can't handle the curiosity, then I suggest you just make something up.

Maybe curiosity killed the cat...
And that's fine. I really don't like cats anyway.

Day 70

Let's take a minute to give it up for Friday's.  No one is forcing you to... it's simply a suggestion.

Let's maybe also take a minute to give it up for MJ.

He's responsible for the outfit theme song of the day.

Day 69

A friend of mine texted me the following message:

"Could you please take a photo of the right side of your face for the next blog pic? I noticed in 98% of your photos you are looking to the right (hence showing the left side of your face). Not that your left side is bad... just trying to mix it up."

Listen, Lindsay...

A. Why you gotta be so good at math? It hurts my head to think about how I would calculate 98% of 68 pictures... actually maybe you just add them all up and divide, but still that's a lot of adding. Only one round of dividing though, so I guess that's good.

and 2. Point taken. Because one day when I have 7,204 followers (enough to be invited to the Ellen show), someone might see me walking down the street and say, "Hey! You look familiar." but they wouldn't be able to figure out it was me until I put my hands on my hips and looked off to the left side (maybe the right because that does happen 2% of the time)... then they'd be all, "You're the Swearing off Shopping girl!" And I'd be all, "Yes. Yes, I am. You're welcome." Then they'd probably say, "Great job. Here's a gift card. You've earned it." They might even slap me on the butt and say, "Keep up the good work, Champ", but that would just be weird because I don't even know this person. I guess that's the price you have to pay for being famous and having 7,204 followers.

Day 68

Holiday. Party. Attire.

And hey, because I'm a giver and because sometimes you need more than wine...  Here's a joke you might find useful if you also have holiday parties to attend:

A grasshopper walks into a bar...

The bartender says, "Hey! We have a drink named after you..."

And grasshopper says, "Woah! You have a drink named STEVE?!"

You don't need to thank me.

Okay, you're welcome.

Day 67

Soo... I took a picture in a new spot, where apparently the lighting is not exactly favorable for picture taking.

Woopsie.

That's all your getting.

Good day.

Day 66

Truth: I'm getting real sick of my closet.

Additionally, after seeing this picture, I'd like to swap out these grey cords for jeans.

I'd also really like some sushi.

Possibly some mint chocolate chip ice cream.

And also, the ability to go shopping.

Day 65

I traded in sweatpants Sunday for Christmas shopping and wrapping.

I also worked. A lot.

Way too much productivity for a Sunday.

I'm so much better at life when there are sweatpants involved...

Day 64

Live from my bedroom, it's Saturday night...

Hey, look.

It's me.  Again. Wearing clothes.

Date night with the huz'

Day 63

Great news!  I've just accepted a new position as a Cowboy Librarian.

What.

Cowboys need books too.

Day 62

Apparently my subconscious self decided it would be a good idea to compensate for yesterdays ridiculous picture by plastering this facetious angel-like expression on my face...

Me: "Adam, if I am making a stupid face like this when you take a picture, you should tell me."

Adam: "Did you need me to add a halo to your picture today?"

Me: "What did I tell you about speaking to me?"

Adam: "At least your outfit is cute. It'll distract them from you face."

sarcastic banter = affection

Day 61

Reasons why I strongly dislike taking a picture of myself every day:

1. The camera display occasionally provides misguiding information about what your face may actually look like when you upload it later.
2. At 7:03am when you ask your husband to take a quick picture of you before you rush out the door for work, you might say to yourself, "whatever it's fine" when in fact, it isn't fine. It isn't fine at all. 
3. This happens --->

Perhaps I should go back to the cheesy smile...

Day 60

Hi there sports fans.

I have a lot of work to do, and not a lot of time for blogging...

Working in general was a bad choice.

So was swearing off shopping... but 60 days!? For real? I deserve a medal, or a cookie, or something.

Day 59

Hey. Remember me? From before?

It's me.

Cassie.

The one with the blog.

Hi.

How are you?

I'm good. Thanks for asking.

Day 58

Sweatpants Sunday.

Cuz' I'm back in black.

Cue the ACDC. And... the rockstar jump kick.

Day 57

Almost forgot to take a picture today... Adam reminded me tonight while we were taking the dog for a walk. Good thing he remembered. The world probably would have ended or something.

This outfit + jacket ensemble is legit though. I spent most of the afternoon wearing it while house hunting.

Perhaps you noticed that my dog looks irritated, but it's because he's pissed we stopped frolicking in the snow to take a picture. I fell on my ass running with him about ten seconds after this one was taken... still hurts. I think maybe a gift card would make it feel better.

Day 56

Casual. Friday.

What's up.

New goal: To have 50 followers by the end of 2011. If you are visiting this blog, and have not yet "joined this site", I would sincerely appreciate your taking ten seconds to do it. Maybe even tell all your friends. It's the least you could do.

Day 55

I'm not really sure what's happening here with that look on my face, but can we just take a second to talk about how amazing it is to have Hunter boots on a snowy, slushy day like this one? Ah-mazing. Walking through the wet slushy mess that is Colorado snow today actually made me giddy. Seriously, go buy yourself a pair. If you live anywhere where it snows, ever, you legitimately need them.

Mine are aubergine in color, which you really can't tell from my ridiculous picture.

If you just had to google image search "aubergine" to figure out what color it is... Eggplants. Am I right?  Also, as an early childhood professional, I encourage you to continue to work on improving your color recognition skills beyond the basics you learned in kindergarten. Maybe learn to identify colors like a grown up.