Harley Davidson Auburn Motorcycle Boot, $140.95

Skechers Studded Lace Up Boot, $130

Frye Jackson Harness Boot, $268

Seven For All Mankind Olivia Lace Up Flat Boots, $395

MIA Limited Edition Deputy Boots, $189

Forever21 Vintage Cowboy Boots, $27.80

Are you ready boots? Start walking.

xx,

WhyDid

I mean, really? It was 7pm on a Wednesday evening. WHERE are you going?

WHAT are you shopping for?

Why? Why? WHY?

Listen, I appreciate a gal who puts pride into her appearance, but this? Just too much. There certainly is a time and place for everything. I am not, by ANY means, suggesting that homegirl should be strutting through Target with a Juicy tracksuit and Uggs (heaven forbid), but there is such a thing as overkill. Regardless of the fact that her outfit looks like a leftover from the Clueless wardrobe closet, she is totally overdressed for running errands. And no, I don’t believe she is going somewhere super fun afterwards and just had to pop into Target on the way.

Always keep in mind the place you are going and what is appropriate attire. No one wants to be the only one who jumps in the pool at a party.

All I know is that I hope she got the stock boy’s digits at least.

xx,

WhyDid

Once while home visiting my mom in West Virginia, she nearly threw my Blackberry at my head a la Naomi Campbell because I just would not/could not put it down. She was frustrated that I was constantly tapping away on it and not listening to her (little does she know that I am capable of two things at once!). I do, however understand her concern. I was being a bit obnoxious about it.

So when my phone conveniently fell into the toilet the last time I was home, my mom was secretly elated. (I wouldn’t be surprised if she paid off that toilet to trip me so I’d drop my phone). After that whole “rice” suggestion not really panning out, I was sitting around without a phone until my replacement was shipped. As mentioned, her computer is from 1999 and her home is not equipped with Wifi. Sigh. What’s a girl to do? How on earth was I going to keep up with Twitter updates and update my Facebook status?

We are an incredibly overstimulated society. There are far too many distractions for us. Family dinners are nearly non existent and the ones that are usually are drowned out by the garble on TV. Kids are being diagnosed left and right with ADD when they really are probably just overstimulated with all the Hannah Montana and Dora the Explorer going on. No one remembers how to pick up the phone anymore let alone pen a handwritten letter. We don’t even use full words anymore. “C U L8R!”

It’s so very easy to get caught up in our little social bubbles that we forget to just be totally quiet. When’s the last time you really had a moment to yourself? Complete peace and quiet?

I suggest taking an entire afternoon or even a weekend if you can muster up the courage to completely unplug and disconnect with the outside world so that you can re-connect with yourself. I’m willing to bet that the world will carry on as normal with or without your BBM’s.

xx,

WhyDid

Not sure what to wear on your next hot date? Backs are the new cleavage! Wow him with a little bit of spinal skin:

Kain Label 2 strap back dress, $119

Silence and Noise cowl back shoulder tunic, $32

Kimberly Taylor Emily dress, $235

French Connection racerback mini, $117.92

Forever21 triple bow back dress, $14.90

Nightcap Clothing Victorian sleeveless dress, $305

xx,

WhyDid

As I sit here with a dog on my left, cat on my right, Deluscious cookie wrappers strewn about and watching Sex and the City DVD’s (I’m PMS’ing, don’t judge me), I started thinking about our dear friend, Samantha.

We all love to think that we’ve got a little Samantha in us.  Unfortunately, I don’t know that that’s true.

After years of playing cat and mouse with a guy, I finally agreed to clear my schedule and make it a date. No friends as bodyguards, no BS, no games.  After dinner I decided to escort my fellow back to his hotel and allow whatever was meant to happen happen. I told myself it was totally fine and braced myself for emotional impact. During the deed, I caught myself thinking, “Is this okay?” When it was all said and done and he went to the restroom, I put my clothes on faster than a wardrobe change backstage during fashion week. When he came back and I was buckling my shoes he was startled and told me he’d like me to stay, but I was out of there like a bat out of hell.

On the way home, I thought about what had just happened. I had gone into it thinking that I didn’t care. I hadn’t cared about this guy for all the time that he had been pursuing me, so WHY all of a sudden did I care? Why is it, that women can not sleep around the way that men can? I know that a lot of women like to pretend that they can have sex with no feelings, but I really just don’t buy it. I just believe that women are wired much, much differently than men.

What do you think? Can women have sex like men? Void of feelings and commitment? Or is there a deeper lying issue here?

xx,

WhyDid

You know when you bite into an apple and it’s mealy? You chuck it across the room, nearly vom, and swear off the fruit forever. That’s letting one bad apple spoil the whole bunch and sometimes we do the very same thing with our relationships. We get burned one time and then swear off the entire species.

I have been there, my friends. With my last doozy of a relationship, I swore I was going to join the nunnery (my dad was pleased with this idea) and never ever date again. For a while, I actually did just that. I may as well have carried around a can of Man Raid. I was repelling men left and right because I wanted nothing to do with them. Some people suggest that the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else (maybe not literally, but you get what I’m saying). I think that’s basically the worst advice in the world. It’s merely a Band-Aid and a temporary fix. It’s like trying to hot glue a hole in the Hoover Dam. Only a matter of time before that baby bursts and it all starts flooding.

That being said, it’s fine to take some time off of the dating scene for a while to heal, but there is no reason to be a complete and utter psychopath to some possibly wonderful men. I was so effed up from my break up that I blew of some great guys (and threw some crazy temper tantrums due to my trust issues).  Just because I found a worm in my last apple, doesn’t mean that every apple there after is going to suck.

You just have to take a blind leap of faith and take another bite. An apple a day…

xx,

WhyDid

Do you remember playing peek-a-boo as a child? Oh, the olden days. When things were so much simpler and there was far less bullshit to deal with on a day to day basis. Sigh. Well, I’ve been channeling my inner five year old and decided that playing a little game of peek-a-boo with your clothing isn’t such a bad idea. I love unexpected sexy, but please take this one with caution and follow my suggestions explicitly. This is something that can go terribly awry and have you looking like a Jersey Shore reject if executed improperly. I’m loving sheer slouchy see through t’s as a comfy, yet sexy top with jeans. The trick is to pair it with a cropped cami or matching (tonal) bralette and keep it covered up on the bottom half.

Co-op Barney’s New York sheer T-shirt, $118

Alternative Apparel Sheer Silk Scoopneck T, $50

Kain Modal/Silk Sheer Tee, $88

GYPSY 05 Angali Circle V Tee, $143

32 Flavors by YFB oversized drape T, $70

American Apparel see thru short sleeve T, $26

And my shining take on the look:

DONE WRONG:

So don’t be afraid to give a little peek, but don’t give it all away like a live peep show.

xx,

WhyDid

]]> http://www.whydidyouwearthat.com/2010/07/27/what-you-see-is-what-you-get/feed/ 5 http://www.whydidyouwearthat.com/2010/07/27/how-to-tuesdays/ http://www.whydidyouwearthat.com/2010/07/27/how-to-tuesdays/#comments Tue, 27 Jul 2010 19:38:05 +0000 WhyDid YouWearThat http://www.whydidyouwearthat.com/?p=4749 So, I’m thinking about starting a little somethin’ somethin’ called “How To Tuesday” where I will walk you through a “how to” on various subjects. I mean, it’s basically going to happen- you really have no choice, but you do have a choice as to what you’d like to learn how to do first. Pick from the choices below or write in something of your own.

Looking forward to your feedback.

xx,

Whydid

Today I was sent this little number. They are called Fundies. Fundies are underwear for you AND a friend! Makes perfect sense, no? I mean, why wouldn’t you want to share something so intimate with someone so intimately?

I would assume that it’s safe to say these are a “gag” gift (and no, not cause they make me want to gag), but it got me to thinking. Some things in life are really not meant to be shared.  I know in kindergarten we are taught to share and play nice and not to run with scissors, but it looks like we may need a refresher course. I think everyone is clear on the obvious things not to share like your toothbrush or mascara, but what about the far too often “over share”?

They say that French women are so sexy because they maintain a mystique about them. We as Americans, tend to overshare on a daily basis whether it be via social media or just chatting with friends. So, I think there are a few things we need to learn to keep to ourselves.

• Sexual history. No one really needs to know this. It won’t change anything and there is never a right answer.
• Mental history. We all go through some things, but try not to pop your prescription drugs in public.
• Your opinion on someone else’s life. Whether it be her boyfriend, her career choices, or what she wore, sometimes, your opinion is totally unnecessary and is best to keep your mouth shut.
• Family secrets. No one needs to know how dysfunctional your family is or what a bitch your mother is. Our families are all creepy too.
• Gossip. When you gossip about others, it’s only logical for people to think you gossip about them too. A reputation as a gossip is never attractive.

So next time you feel the onslaught of a little verbal diarrhea, go ahead and picture those Fundies and ask yourself, “Would I want to share this?”

xx,

WhyDid

Once upon a time a friend told me that I should go ahead and write down everything I wanted in a mate. Every single last little detail down to his hair color, shoe size, and favorite ice cream. She explained that by doing so, I would be putting it out there in “the universe.” She was on some kind of The Secret kick, but having gone through several traumatic third dates, I figured, “What the hell? Why not?”

So, I got to work writing down little things like his height, his goals, his age, his hobbies, the size of his… brain. Anything I could think of that mattered to me, I scribbled down on that piece of paper. It was like being five again and writing down your Christmas list for Santa. Now all I needed to do was sit back and wait for this so called “universe” to go ahead and deliver Prince Charming like a Barbie Dreamhouse.

At times I got a little impatient, but one fine day, my wish was finally granted, and I was presented with a gentleman (let’s use the term lightly, kids) who seemed to really fit my bill. He was basically all the things that I had hoped for on my little perfect mate wishlist despite the fact that he showed up for our first date wearing True Religion jeans (yes, I did specify that he would not own a pair of True Religions and in hindsight, this should have been my first clue). Needless to say, things did not quite pan out as planned and before long, I was cursing that damn list.

How on earth was it possible that after getting everything I’d wished for I was eventually left back at square one with absolutely nothing? Well, I’ll tell you how. Let’s go ahead and pretend that it isn’t totally ridiculous to think that writing a wishlist will get you everything you want (Uh- how many times did Santa forget that Easy Bake Oven?). The real problem? I seem to have left off a few key factors like “honest” and “loyal” and a few other core values that would have proven to be helpful. I was so fixated on superficial things that I thought I wanted that I forgot to focus on the things that matter in the long run.

Boy oh boy, if I could track down this list I’d first, die of second hand embarrassment for myself and then burn it. Better yet, I would keep it as a reminder to be careful what you wish for.

You may not get what you want, but if you’re very, very lucky, you’ll get what you need.

xx,

WhyDid