It's Magic [A review]!

The other day while purchasing a new striped black tank (are we surprised? no) the wonderfully happy tatted up lady wished me a magical rest of the day. I sort of shook it off and went on with my shopping (read: I hit up Dairy Queen). Magical, magical, magical, I kept thinking...no really. It is way too underrated of a word and that can bring spirits up so high. Truthfully from that moment on, I think I've looked at all things both extremely magic and not so wizard-like with a "+1".

When I think of magical..I think of a happy place/thing...which is what Blo/Out is. If you're in the city visiting a friend, a company trip, or even a local with a case of much needed stress relieving...you better take my recommendation into consideration. Luckily, within a 50+ mile radius of my home, I have a Blo/Out location ready to take my appointment (via phone or online)! Before this past trip to the beautiful castle (read: Old City area), I had a chance to check out the one in Rittenhouse Square.

The Washington Square location is exactly what a dry bar should be...relaxation...mimosas...champaign...girlie movies on loop...and the wonderful color palette we all love and adore(and probably put on our Myspace/Xanga/AOL instant messenger profiles at one point or another). Can you say "hello, beautiful"?  I went sans partner-in-crime but saw the happiest group of ladies leaving satisfied, giggling, and picking the perfect filter for their latest instagram update. Cue C1 on VSCOcam...my personal favorite.

My personal favorite 'blo' away touch is the lifespan of my locks...fit for a queen! Each time I've gone I've been able to get at least TWO days out of my hair. How? Ask for lots of volume and curls. I was so happy when leaving my Blo/Out appointment for my hair is FINALLY *somehow* getting back to my natural color. What's their secret?!

The treatment, the hospitality of the staff, *the coffee/drinks*, the cleanliness of each store (trust me, it's spotless) and the feeling you get after you leave? Comparable to strutting your stuff like theirs no tomorrow. The streets of Philly are YOUR runway/catwalk. 

Blo/Out has different styles to chose from (such cute up do's) AND will feature you on their instagram. I mean, you tell me something cooler than that. Call up Pitbull because shawty's fire burning on the dance floor!

Wether you're testing a new style for an upcoming date, or just want to feel truly MAGICAL, you better be booking your appointment with Blo/Out bar. STAT. 

Note: Ask for Jen! Highly reccomended. Great customer service. 

Washington Square location

All opinions are 100% my own however I was compensated for this post.

Haunted Divine Lorraine?

Bare with me for a moment when I become conceited for about .2 seconds. I definitely think I have an eye for art. Granted, I am FULLY aware that there are people who have a sharper eye than I do (weird, cause I don't need glasses ya know?!). My favorite part about art is that theres really no right way to do it. Art to me, could be junk and shit to you.

Like I've mentioned in about one hundred and seven of my posts, I love being in the city. So much loving that if marrying the city of Philadelphia was a thing, I think I'd do it. Maybe I'll just stick to attempting to be mayor or something. Seriously Philly has not been called 'Filthadelphia' for no reason.

So history lesson! Whenever I leave Temple University, I always pass the "Divine Lorraine Hotel" also known as the abandoned building that I don't understand why because despite the graffiti (which I don't understand, either, obviously...OR HOW THEY DO THAT) I love the style of it. After my really good mood morning drive on Thursday, and a good ole post on my instagram, I couldn't resist wanting to learn more about it.  #Broadstreet 

Next, nerdy me started to creep on it via google images. I learned that it was one of the first hotels (originally appartments in industrial 1800's) in the early 1940's to integrate any race and religion at a hotel, as well as not allowing cursing, smoking, OR eating in your own room. (Originally it was an all-white hotel.) They had a central kitchen/dining area for that! All about that modesty, considering men and women couldn't even sleep on the same floors. A reverend at the time took over the hotel, and turned the top floor into an auditorium where he held services. 

Now? It's just an abandoned building. But I'm COMPLETELY dying to go in there and see what its like. Who's with me adventures? No, seriously. I'm looking at you Cat or Monica. Or literally anyone who lives near (far works too!!!)

Before/After

All images found on google images.

The best form of birth control

Flashback to three years ago. Do you remember who you were friends with, what your 'signature style' was, or even what your favorite pair of shoes were? Ok, good. Now travel back to 2014 in your time machine (COME ON ITS 2014....) and think about life. Were things the same as they were three years ago, or different?

For me, I had a blast from the past this weekend.

1. I staffed my youth group convention, the one where you stay up all night and troll around in hopes you will be able to find a fetus couple sucking face in the back of a sketchy hall way and/or closet. Let it be known, contrary to what you might think, that was never me. I always wonder what the eff would motivate people to want to be sharing space with another human because they or you might have bad breath. It's like 4 am people COME ON.


Alright so besides being a form of birth control for teens....

P.S: Gd Bless Jenny's soul. Have fun breaking up over 600+ teens at convention next week. May gd be with you.  And some small sample sized bottles of wine. Kidding.....!


2. So, while tired and rounding the corner at like 3AM I ended up blasting Drunk In Love (a given), and was delusional. I also considered eating pizza. I'm glad I didn't.

3. Speaking of pizza, we ordered 100 pizzas. It was like 500 dollars. Excuse me what. The worst part was that we didn't even finish them. But I thus coined the phrase of the night "The Leaning Tower of Pizza". This betch aint even a study abroad-er and I saw some history.

4. My co (guy version of me on board), from 3 years ago as well was there! We've stayed friends after our term together, and were even friends before. It's always nice seeing familiar faces and bringing up old mems. Because I'm an old person thats why...

5. I also dyed my hair and I am OBSESSED. For once.

6.Give me snaps or money or a pat on the back because this is the first weekend since 'nam that I have not driven into the city. Although it's where I'd ALWAYS rather be, it's probably a great thing to save some gas moolah where I can.

7. As far as this week (or the next two) go/goes...I am waiting for hopefully good news. So keep your fingers,toes, and hair(?) crossed. Anything to send good vibes, you superstitious people. 

Linking up with Rachael and Lisa!

Blogaversary Giveaway!

I didn't promise you a puppy (because I'd take it before even considering figuring out how in the world I would ship it to you). Or a boyfriend (because clearly, I need one too..). However an amazing giveaway? I'd say that sounds pretty fair.

I also wanted to tell you weird facts about myself because I think all of us humans (I have aliens that read le blog ya know.....), love to talk about ourselves thinking people actually really create their whole day about learning about a rando they read on the interweb.

1. I've been told I have a strange vocabulary and are A+ in the making up words department. I had a phase where I would add "sauce" and "ski" to the end of words (i.e Lamesauce, Fabski). Kiddycup makes fun of me because I say "loon" and "icky". Yet I'm not a little blonde cute girl that you can pinch my cheeks as I tug on my mom's purse in the supermarket saying I want to go home. See, I'm really not 5.

2. Speaking of cheek bones, I think that is my best yet worse quality. I like them sometimes in some pictures. Yet the other times I find myself wanting to rip them off my face because I just look like a super polish teenager. I also don't have cheeks you and your grandma can squeeze. Blame the bones.

3. I've been wanting to write an about me post for months now, and now that I am writing it, I can't think of a single thing to tell you. So clearly, I need to come up with ways to remember these stupid facts. You'd think it would be easy. Since it's about me and all...

4. I want to live in a city when I'm older, but really who doesn't. It's where all the jobs and hot single 20 somethings hide out in. So obviously I am in. Hope I'm blogging still, going to be an interesting world/thing to blog about. 

5.I love movies about the White House. My date with the presidents daughter? First kid? Yep, my all-time favorite two. I also saw White House down, but I don't do scary stuff. So it was rated somewhere below 7 on my I like you movie scale.

6. The feeling of being organized is the shit. Although my floor looks like Hurricane Sandy never left Jersey, if you look at my agenda book I got it all figured out. 

7. I've moved a lot. And by moved I mean moved to three different towns all surrounding each other. Guess thats why I really can't stay in one place for so long...(i.e Universities)

8. I like being in a relationship. really, you say? Yea, I mean who doesn't is my true question. But I've always had a boyfriend. Like since dating was a thing. My first "crush" was second grade. My first official boyfriend (AIM type of relationship) was in the 4th grade. My first kiss was with my boyfriend in the 8th grade. I've had a boyfriend almost every year of my life since the 8th grade except my junior year of high school. I'm not what you're thinking. I just like the feeling of being able to spend endless amounts of money on a great person (at the time I thought that, at least) so I really don't hit up the local mall and spend endless amounts on pleather skirts I don't need. And probably won't end up wearing. It will stay in my closet for almost all of eternity. Sorry about it, too.

9. I don't have a certain style. One day I love looking really really preppy. But the day after that? I mean I could be found wearing a punk band I really don't know who they are except I liked the design on the shirt and it was four dollars. Looking back, I'm thankful that I went through my emo phase (no, pictures are not necessary) in middle school because it made me very diverse. Don't worry though -- my mom never let me get those weird haircuts or put bows in my hair constantly. I did, however, have bright pink pants courtesy of Hot Topic.

This is the best you're gonna get from me. Email for more blackmail, if interested. They areeeeee pretty hilarious. Also, these pictures are on my comp card (when I was with a talent agency *hair flip* for a whole matter of like a day) 

10. My initials monogram means the world to me. I spent the past year loving on monogram everything and I really was never quite sure why I loveeeeeeeed showing off the good ole "rGd" on everything and anything. Even my car. Sadly, this past september I figured it out. My grandmother has the same initials as me, and had sadly passed. I always admired her art and her passion for life, even at an old age. Rock on, RDG. So if you want to get me monogram anything, I won't hesitate for a millisecond. 

Now the good stuff. I present to you, my lovechild's greatest creation (exaggeration here):

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If you like blog shit, because, you are clearly a blogger, hit up this giveaway.

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first of fall, whuddup!

First day of fall was spent outdoors: lunch in the city, combat boots&big sweaters, anthropology displays (that I wanted to instagram nonstop), cold weather, cute puppies, monograms, and good company.

How did you bring in the new season?