Not a fashion blogger (PART 2)

Here's the second edition of Sunshiney Rach: Not a fashion blogger. Truly the only things preventing me from being A+ at that job is the following: a boyfriend (friend, even) to constantly take my picture, being stuck with a crappy camera and a self timer, LIVING IN A WARM PLACE (because too much snow on the ground to want to go out to take pictures in).  Basically, what I'm saying is I need a boyfriend, stat. Ok maybe not, I enjoy not having to rely on others for my happiness.

With that being said, I'm CRAVING spring. Like seriously craving. I also want to inform you I broke up with Mr. Groundhog so that's probably why you can figure we had a bunch more weeks of snow. I know I know, send your hate mail right this way:

Sunshiney Rach
20 degree lane
snowy, NJ.

For all you stalkers, you know where to find me.  So with the help of my awesome camera I got for hannukah freshman year of high school(?, seriously gd bless this baby), I took some awesome (or not so awesome) shots with my AMAZING watch c/o Arvowear.

I got this little valentine because of a twitter contest, that Arvo occasionally does! Actually, I first found out about Arvo through a giveaway on a fashion blog and once I saw Mr. Time Sawyer...well...you know what they say....be still, my heart. The sad part is, I thought Demi Lovato came up with that phrase for the song I always jam to in my car rides to and fro (NEON LIGHTS!!!!)

LIKE NEON LIIIIIGHTS....Ok. sorry. It's now stuck in my head. Demi 2, Rachel 0. Clearly we can tell I'm not a fashion model because of the carpet to wall ratio in the background of the left photo. And on the right? Well I tried showing off my watch so it was like a "yo-ho" type of pose.

And fashion bloggers do this type of shenans, so here it goes:
Shirt: Tj Maxx
Pants: Forever 21 (Last spring)
Sandals: DSW
Watch: Arvowear (le duh).

All in all, let's put our PJ's on right, keep the spoons in the kitchen, and don't do a weird dance that you think mother nature will approve of. Trust me, she's laughing at you, too.

So mother nature tell me what it's going to be take your pick. Let one of us go: me or him the terrible snow? PICK HIM. I'M TOO PRETTY TO GO.

XO,
Sunshiney Rach the not-so-fashion-blogger
Ya fave girl