Tortilla Chips and Delusions

Dress: Lotus (15% off anything online with coupon code MODA at checkout)Shoes: Dolce Vita, Bracelets: Alex & Ani and custom Celene Stones (email Krista at CeleneStones@gmail - mention ModaFresca and get 15% off any order - CeleneStones on Instagram)

What up, What up!?!?!?!?!

Allow me to introduce you to the dress I will be wearing pretty much every day for the rest of my life.

It's one of my favorite colors, has adjustable straps, POCKETS <whoop whoop>, and does not cling anywhere. It basically begs you to go to dinner and eat your face off in it. In fact... it really should have been sold with a side of chips and guacamole to save you a trip to your local Mexican restaurant.

Anytime another outfit is too tight and makes me feel self conscious (and subsequently puts me in a no good, terrible, foul-ass mood) I'm just going to throw this bitch on and twirl. Twirl around whilst shoving corn chips in my face and then all will be well with the world once again. Best part about this dress? On the tag... it says.... wait for it... S/M. I mean... it's pretty much a one size fits all dress, but something about the tag saying S/M makes me love it even more. Like... oh man... I really SHOULD eat these corn chips. I mean... I am wearing a SMALL. I don't want to get TOO skinny. I'm SO close to getting too skinny. Scarily close. What if my friends start to think that I'm sick? Oh, gosh... I look sick.  I do. "Sir... more guacamole please! It's an EMERGENCY. Clearly."

Other than professing my love for this garment, I don't have much else to share.

The only noteworthy thing that has happened since my last post is that I am now 35. I had a birthday last week, and for some reason it hit me pretty hard. Now, don't get me wrong... I am SUPER happy to be celebrating a birthday because the alternative is to ya know... not to be alive, but I was in a shit mood last week.

My corporate job has been sucking my will to live here lately. It's one thing after another. There is a ton of change happening and I was SO incredibly fed up that for the first time in 12 years... I cried at work. Yup. Angry tears. They felt like fire falling from my face. I was so mad. I stared out my window so no one would see me until I got my shit together, but whew.... this guy pissed me off so badly that I wanted to walk out. On top of carrying that shitty anger with me into the next day... it was the first birthday I didn't hear my Grandma's voice over the phone saying... "Happy Birthday, Dolly. I love you." I cried all morning thinking about that. And then...


Say what you will about social media, but there is NOTHING better than having a Facebook account on your birthday. People from all different seasons of your life taking a second to show you some love? Posting pictures, wishing you well, reminding you how much you mean to them. Man, it makes you feel all warm and fuzzy. It's awesome to hear from people you went to grade school with all the way to present day. It's like a big, bear hug that gives you a little squeeze with each ding of your phone. Unless of course no one wishes you a happy birthday at all that day and the notifications from your phone are an just invitations to play Farmville. Then FB can fuk off. Seriouly.

NO ONE wants to play Farmville.

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