The Mannequin Look

I went into New York and Company today and saw this dress on one of the Mannequin’s that I absolutely loved. Here’s a picture of it:

I decided to try on the dress. I found my size and the dress fit. But here’s the thing about dressing rooms…they force you to look into a mirror. And what always happens when you look into that mirror?? IT NEVER LOOKS LIKE IT DID ON THE MANNEQUIN! As always it makes me depressed. Not because the dress doesn’t fit like I wanted it to…but because I was hoping to have the body of a giant doll.

What is the point of the mannequin after all? I suppose to give you some idea of what the outfit will look like on a body instead of hanger. The problem is that it’s NOT A REAL BODY. I wish that they would just completely get rid of mannequin’s and have real human workers wear the outfits.

The funny end of this story is when I went to put the dress back I saw the mannequin again. I looked at the back of it and this is what I saw:

So apparently to make the dress fit perfectly you have to where the ever stylish binder clip in the back :). Somehow this made my whole day better.

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I’m so happy I stumbled across this. More people need to read this. Very Inspiring!

Amazon on a Bicycle

I’m going to tell you a modern fairytale.

Once upon a time I went to parties and stayed up all night and watched the sun rise and smoked cigarettes and drank cocktails. Once upon a time I wore vintage dresses and high heels and people told me I looked really beautiful and fashionable. Once upon a time I wore foundation and lipstick and eyeliner and blush. Once upon a time I’d go to clubs and dance until my feet hurt and flirt with guys who bought me drinks and offered me rides home.

Once upon a time I religiously restricted my calories. Once upon a time I worked out compulsively at the gym, running on the treadmill for multiple hours until someone kicked me off. Once upon a time I bought magazines like Women’s Health and Prevention so that I could read up on their fad diets and summer workout…

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Why I love Kate Winslet!

So I’m not someone who picks up and buys magazines on a regular basis, but I’ll admit, anytime I see Kate Winslet on a cover (or even just her name), I don’t even think about it…I just pick it up and go!. I have some weird addiction to reading and learning about her. This month she happened to be on the cover of Glamour Magazine. Therefore…I bought it!

Every year Glamour Magazine does this thing called The 50 most Glam Women of the year. For the 3rd year in a row Kate Winslet is #1!. This is voted on by Glamour readers…therefore I am not the only person in the world who thinks and knows just how amazing she is.

Aside from what a talented actress she is, I find her to be a great role model for women. This is especially true when it comes to body image. It’s not secret that a large amount of woman have many complicated issues about their own body image (I include myself in this group). We need someone to look up to who has a very healthy outlook on her own body image to help us with our own. Kate Winslet is that person for me. She’s not one of these stick figure women that are considered beautiful in all of the media. She is a beautiful woman and looks healthy at the same time. She has never once tried to conform to any sort of body image rules. She is who she is…and that’s what makes her so beautiful and why I look up to her.

Another reason why I admire her so much, is because she is so normal :). She’s this normal mom who puts her children before anything else. In all interviews I hear her talk about her kids and how she tries to give them this normal life, even though she is this big star (although she doesn’t word it that way). A part of the article I loved was when she was talking about her separation from Sam Mendes. Kate says, “I am nervous about the day the Mia can google [my name]. That’s the reason I am so careful not to talk about the question that people always ask of me: ‘So what actually happened between you and Sam?’ That explanation will never come out of my mouth. Never…Because when my children want to know what actually happened, I want to be the first person they have that conversation with. I don’t want them to read something and believe it, when it probably isn’t true anyway.” How can you not respect that about her?

I don’t really know what else I can say about her other than I LOVE HER. I probably seem like some psycho stalker…but oh well. I respect her so much as a person and a woman that I don’t care how often I say it. People show know how amazing she is.