Omigyahh, EMbarrassin!

Middle School. What a trip down suppressed memory lane. 

Picture it: 

Lynchurg, VA, 1995

Girl moves from small, rural NC town to significantly larger city in VA, where they DON'T talk like her

Hell, they don't even eat the same foods she does

Or listen to the same music

super cool Lynchburg kids enjoy making fun of small town country bunkin and the way she talks

(Richard, are you out there?? Remember how you thought Guns N Roses was the greatest thing to hit Earth?)

girl feels shy, miserable even

everybody OBSESSIVELY says, "Embarrassin!" about every other ten seconds, hence it's appearance in this post title.

Cringe.

she gets the eff over it and tells them to kiss her ass and begins to roll with her own posse with whom she throws bomb 70's themed party, and shops at DAV and The Record Exchange

Also, she discovered a treasure called Weenie Stand, that sold yummy hot dogs and stew ... nothing like food to make you feel better, eh?

So here you go folks,
 tidbits from my version of the middle school era ...

The disgusting shiz that we wore

the wardrobe ...

I did not shop from the dELiA*s mail order catalog, nor did I own these Adidas sandals, but Lord knows everybody else did.

Ahh, the music. 

When I moved to Lynchburg, I was fresh from the sticks of NC and mostly a country music kinda girl, with the exception of Snoop - I totally loved him already.

Enter Allison, Fallon, and bomb rap artists.

yes, that's Biggie's Hypnotize video, and that'd be Jay-Z and Foxy Brown in I'll Be ... go youtube it. You know you want to.

And let's not forget these gems. Right now I'm getting a flash of Heather and me at Amanda's house with 65 million makeup products all over the floor and that pale purple comforter on her twin bed.

One time, Amanda's mama asked me if I thought Smashing Pumpkins was appropriate for Amanda to be listening to. Is this a trick? Why did Smashing Pumpkins break up anyway? Tragic.

I wasn't really obsessed with Silverchair, but my friend Diane LOVED her some Daniel Johns. Therefore, by default, he is one of my middle school memories.

 Amanda (make-up product girl mentioned above) was MADLY in love with Gavin Rossdale. She could pull off a mad Gwen Stefani too. Remember the blue polka dot dress? She had one almost just like it.

My crush?

Mr. Robert Plant. Yessss.

Remember Garbage? You stupid girl. Bowwww bowwwww.

My sister was all about some Mariah Carey - you know, when she had straight bangs and the big curls? 

Barf.

and, this one song - always takes me back to the pool ...



man, they played it everydayyyyy like 15 times. And I NEVER got tired of it. Still don't.



I really wanted to post genuine old school, man we were so cool pics, but they are in the attic, and that'll have to be for another day. Lynchburg peeps, you're welcome.

Anybody else posted about middle school or some other equally painful turned awesome time in your life? Please let me know about it, PRONTO!

It would make me super happy.

Beef, Boots & Biggie

Hello Snookie Pies!

{One}

Beef

- that is me, for those of you who don't know.
Name given at approximately age 14, by my aunt presumably because it's a common nickname for shugpies named Beth, and not at all because of any physical characteristics I may possess.


timeout - WHY is Obama's voice on TV when I was clearly expectin "Charlotte Today"? Who allowed this? I think they should save one channel for all presidential ish - republican, democrat, whatev, where you can choose to listen to their shiz. Or not. Then, in the downtime, they could play music videos. Thanks.


{Two}

Boots
 

I am really drawn like a magnet to this socks-visible-with-knee-boots trend. I KNOW I would feel so dumb doing this. I told y'all the other day, this is something I'm working on. But it's everywhere. Like, this is probably happening on college campuses, and in J Crew stores and coffee shops all over Raleigh as I speak. And I really, really like it. Look how adorable this little shug pie looks over at What Would a Nerd Wear. I even stole her picture so you can see. I feel inspired and excited to get dressed every time I read her posts (this is saying a lot when I am currently lounging in my beloved Walmart yoga pants).

And I have those exact boots!

{Three}

Biggie
as in Biggie Smalls
Notorious B.I.G.
Big Poppa
Christopher Wallace

timeout again - I am sittin here at the computer gettin my blog on while men walk up to our back porch and just take our stuff and sit it in the grass so they can get their leaf-blow on. Is it weird that they can see me? I feel like I should smile and wave or offer to help. "Hey fellas, thanks for movin our stuff and blowin off our deck. Have a happy Thursday!"

anyway, back to Biggie ...

So, remember the other day when I said I was inspired by fun vintagey, thrifty shugpies like Sydney and Jentine? And how, when I finished my coffee, I was goin to Goodwill? Well, I went, and I didn't come up with any delicious belts, vintage floral dresses or cool clutches, which was sort of my entire reason for going, but I did find this:

Anybody wanna give us a full-length mirror for Christmas?

I do love me some Waylon, and Pistol Annies and Conway Twitty, but on the other extreme, I do LOVE some Biggie Smalls, y'all. And there I was, in Goodwill - staring at it for like 10 minutes, thinkin what in the deuce am I gone do with a 3XL Biggie shirt? A two dollar and 49 cent Biggie shirt? How could I say no? So, I didn't say no. I marched my little self on up to the check out with my vintage floral pillow cases and uber-feminine floral hankie and bought them and my Biggie shirt. All less than $5. Hear that, Anj Davis?

So after the following measures ... 

I did all the cuttin and tyin on the inside to shrink the shirt down, then turned it inside out (which leaves the cutting part hidden on the inside for the most part), and cut off the collar and shortened the sleeves.

And ta-dow!!:

Where will I wear this? Ionno yet. A rodeo? To the pottery shop to make homemade gifts for all my loved ones to cherish? To the Tractor Show (next weekend - so stoked!!) ... the possibilities are endless. 

PS - Boegerlicious gave me a bomb diggity Biggie shirt a few b-days back that actually fit without alterations - seen below - 

THE SHIZ, am I right?- Anj was like, "Man, how'd you get that great big shirt to look like that?!" Psh, I ain't THAT good, shug.