Haiku Wednesday

No parents at home
sleepless nights under the stars
and hot tub parties.

Nobody will care
if I stay up very late
and sleep in till noon.

No parents at home
the cats have started to rule
in my parents' place.

XOLily

The Life of an Orphan.

My parents are gone for two weeks on a camping trip leaving my sister and me to fend for ourselves at home (is this something I should share with the world wide web? Oh well...) and so I have decided to chronicle a few of the lessons I've learned from living the life of a foul bachelorette.

1. Passion Tea stains the counters.
















         
                2. The temperature button on the hot tub is not a toy.

(Upon hearing the temperature of the hot tub yesterday, one of my friends said, "We're going to slowly cook our insides!" ... after about fifteen minutes of cooking we decided to add some cold hose water.)







3. The mail comes every day except Sunday.

                                                                                               












4. It is possible to watch too much TV.
















Besides having to reclean the house almost daily (it is impossibly hard to keep a clean house when you're having fun!) I am having a lovely time living on my own.
I could definitely get used to this:)


More to come soon...
XOLily

Five Things

1. Summer Strawberries

2. Red nails with purple J.Crew skirt.

3. BBC's Robin Hood. (One reason for my blogging hiatus)

4. Pink roses

5. Favorite kitty:)

XOLily

Haiku Wednesday

A finished paper,
the last quiz has been taken.
now wait for finals.

The sun does not shine,
I know it's not summer yet.
Tomorrow maybe?

XOLily

Fashion Suicide.

Also known as the pant suit.

A few of the worst pant suit offenders,
Hilary and Angela.

You know what I'm talking about.

Every woman in politics has at one time abused the power of the pant suit.

They want to go for that professional, political look.

They think it says, "I can handle any problems because I wear a pant suit."

In reality it says, "Look at me I'm a politician wearing a terrible pant suit."

What exactly makes the pant suit so horrible?
Let's find out...




Problems with the Pant Suit:

Major pant problem. 

1.) The pants. Usually they are way too baggy, which makes one look like they have large hips and sausage legs.

Sausage legs are never good.

Christine in a pant suit. 

2.) The blazer is too short. Which emphasizes the pants. Which brings us back to the sausage legs.

Also, a too short blazer makes it look like one's personal shopper didn't get the right size. Not classy.

Sorry, Hils... but all orange? 

3.) The color is either extremely dull or way to gaudy. The pant suit in grey or black is fine, but more often we see outrageous colors of bright orange and coral and green.

When the entire suit is a bright color it just becomes hard on the eyes.















So... is there ever a good pant suit?

Well, yes. But it has to be done carefully.
Here's a good example:

Michelle never fails us.
Her pant suit is in a nice light yellow. It's not too bright, but not boring either.

The pants are baggy, but they are also bell bottoms which gives her legs a nice long and flowing look.

The jacket is long enough so it does not emphasize her hips and she has it sinched with a belt to flatter her waist.
It's really well done.

So, the lesson here is be careful when it comes to pant suits.

They're dangerous.

If we all become educated about this terrible pant suit dilemma I think we can work together to put it to an end.

It will be a pant suit revolution.
Who's with me?

XOLily