So, you want the new gold iPhone, eh? I mean. I kind of don’t get it. Doesn’t everyone put a CASE on their iPhone anyway? Listen, I love gold accessories as much as the next girl, but I’m certainly not going to spend THOUSANDS of dollars on eBay to get the apple version. Check out these gold cases and go for the gold, no pun intended.
I don’t really consider myself to be too much of a clutz, but THIS IS AN INSTAGRAM photo after my 30th birthday. Yep. I totally stepped out of the cab the wrong way and went down HARD on the sidewalk. Not only was it scary, but I got into my apartment, looked down and said “oh my god…I just skinned my knee like a four-year-old.” Sure, it healed up after a few days but I was left with a dark scar that I still have, six months later. Awesome. I started doing some research into good scar diminishing serums and creams and decided to test out Kate Somerville D-Scar Diminishing Serum. Obviously, I love all things Kate Somerville, so I was pretty sure I’d be happy with the results of D-Scar and yes, I really am. They actually did an independent clinical study that had AMAZING results:
In 4 weeks:
100% of users had a significantly improved scar texture and smoothness
92% of users had decreased scar thickness
Sold. Basically the product uses the brand’s DS-7™, a microencapsulated Peptide essential to the skin renewal process. It’s formula encourages more normalized, smoother, softer skin. This unique “messenger” Peptide delivers a large amount of essential renewal information to cells. I’ve been using the product for about 4 weeks now, as per the clinical study, and I’ve seen REALLY good results. I still have a way to go, but things are looking good.
It came out in 1995, when I was only in 6th grade, but guys, I learned some serious LIFE LESSONS from this epic movie. Aside from learning that boys almost never call when they say they will (hence, Christian above), I also learned the below.
Tell me, what did you guys learn from Clueless?
“I never rely on mirrors, so I always take Polaroids”: Mirrors can totally make you look bigger or smaller than you actually are so, since Polaroid cameras are basically extinct, I sometimes still take iPhone photos of myself to see how I actually look. Say what you want, but it works.
“Whatever you do, keep your hands on the wheel at all times!!!”: Sure, I couldn’t drive when this movie came out but I certainly learned a valuable lesson about driving on the freeway…which, by the way, still scares me sometimes.
“Yeah, I hope not sporadically”: Simply put, I learned the definition of the word “sporadically.”
“I do not wear polyester hair, okay?!”: Before this line, I didn’t even know people could wear polyester hair or hair that wasn’t their own, for that matter.
Welcome to the start of, what I’m officially deeming, CLUELESS WEEK. Yes, that’s right, an entire week of Clueless-themed blog posts! You are welcome. I’m kicking things off with a modern take on Cher’s classic Alaia dress. I know what you’re thinking: “an a-what-a?” CLASSIC.
I want to start by saying that this is the first time, in 12 years, that I’ve been able to tell this story publicly with out completely losing my shit. Sure, there was spring break 2002 when I verbally abused a bunch of rednecks from Michigan about 9/11 because they were making racist comments and clearly had no idea what they were talking about…but I don’t know if you’d necessarily call my patriotic. I mean, while in Europe, when asked “Are you American?” I responded with “I’m from New York.” But after September 11, 2001 every New Yorker who suffered through September 11th has a special place in their heart for everything that IS the United States of America. I’ll never forget that day. Ever. It was a Tuesday, which meant that I didn’t have class until 11:15am. My best friend from high school, Dawn, called my freshman dorm room phone around 9am. I answered, pissed off for her waking me up, and she said “yo, we got bombed.” I repled with “seriously dude, you know I’m not a morning person…what the fuck?” After a little back and forth, she convinced me that, yes, in fact this was REAL. I immediately hung up with her, right before my roommate came back, after her 9am class was canceled due to the attack and safety was an issue for us. I called my other high school best friend, Jane, who went to NYU and lived downtown. I got through with her, which was miraculous, and she told me that she was OK…as sirens blared in the background and she just kept repeating “this is crazy…this is seriously CRAZY. I don’t know what to do.”
It was only then that it occurred to me that my father, who I was in a stupid argument with, worked in Grand Central Station. I then called his office, but the lines were consistently busy. My roommate had a phone card that she offered up to me, in hopes that it would work since it wasn’t a local area code. ALL of the phones were down, including my cell phone, because so many calls were coming into our area. I then called his girlfriend at the time, who told me they evacuated Grand Central after the first Tower was hit and he was in White Plains, safe and sound….at least for the time being. I burst into tears. My “fight” with my dad was over something SO stupid that I honestly don’t even remember what it was about. We hadn’t spoken in a week and I couldn’t help but think about the “what if’s”…it was cold in my brain.
My R.A. stopped by to check in (there were dozens of alumni that perished in the tragedy) and it was then that I decided to go up to the 14th floor of our building and look at the Towers. Long Island is super flat and the 14th floor always provided a gorgeous view of the New York City skyline. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get that image out of my head…two gigantic New York City monuments…smoking…on fire…falling apart.
I think I was naive to think it was an accident. That was 18-year-old Jamie. Innocent. For the first time in my 18 years, I was scared for my safety…something that girls in other countries feel when they’re only children. My safety was in jeopardy. My country was under attack. It was at this point, 18 years later, that I finally understood what it MEANS to be an American.
Being from New York, most of us are only first or second generation. And having such a strong Jewish and Italian/Irish background, I’ve always felt a bigger connection to that than anything else…but it was on September 11, 2001 that I was officially an American citizen. It was from that point on that I began to understand what it meant to be “the land of the free and home of the brave” because, as a history buff, I already knew the facts. The Revolutionary War soldiers that gave their lives for us to simply BE “The United States of America” need to be recognized, and honored. September 11th isn’t just about the terrorists who attacked New York…it’s about the FDNY and NYPD officers who died that day. It’s about the minute men who went door-to-door to let soliders know that the British were coming. It’s about anyone who lost a loved one on September 11th. It’s about my friend Kerri’s father, who worked in one of the Towers, but just didn’t feel like going to work that day and called in sick.
Today is a day to remember everyone who gave their life for OUR FREEDOM. Never forget that.
My love for all things wine is never-ending, which is why I was stoked when 7 Daughters Wine approached me to be one of their Savvy Seven Bloggers and, more specifically, their Balanced Life Blogger. 7 Daughters wants to help their customers add a splash of color to their lives with some great fashion, beauty, decor, cooking tips, etc. and I’m so excited to be a part of it! Make sure you stay tuned over the next few months, as I’ll be posting content to their Facebook and Pinterest page.
