Sunday, January 29, 2012

Piggy Bank Woes

I have gotten into the somewhat tacky habit of texting myself reminders. Actually I don’t even send them because reading texts from yourself seems a little desperate. I save them all as drafts and look at them later because I’m not rich enough to afford a smarty pants phone that makes you breakfast in bed and helps you with Algebra. It’s not that I don’t have a healthy income. I really do. It’s just my savings seem to go through a sieve of seemingly harmless purchases.

Red Box? Oh please…that’s only like a dollar. I can get that!
        Caution: This justification only works
         if you go to Red Box once.
         Not if you rent romantic comedies

Consignment Stores? Oh yeah. I can for sure afford that vintage silk blouse.
         I go into these second hand shops 
         thinking everything is free.
         Turns out I spend more at these places 
         than I do at Nordstrom Rack.

Tropical Twist Trident Gum? 4 for $5?! Done.
         Wow. The store clerk has to restock 
         after I see signs like that.
         Congratulations Target marketing team. 
         You won.

 But as Gertie always says…
 “You’re single! You owe it to yourself! Get two of ­­__insert splurge here! 

…and you know what? She’s right. This advice is especially pertinent when it comes to clothing/accessories/shoe shopping.

It’s an investment.

Not like we’re husband hunting or anything we’re just…okay so yeah we are but it’s fine.

Nothing is more beautiful than confidence right?

Just turns out our confidence has a little bit of a price tag. 
From Anthropologie.

Hoping you are quite well in body and spirit,


Monday, January 23, 2012

Defining Your Daily Life

It’s been awhile since we’ve given some vital definitions.

We apologize.

1.                    Proper noun.
a.    A person who got confused and embraces out of date artifacts such as records, high-waisted pants, the color mustard and coke bottle glasses and somehow pulls them off.

See also Urban Outfitters,  indie music and graphic tees.

“Shut up!”
1.             A phrase of the verbal nature.
a.    Something you yell when you are really excited or disgusted about something.
·      “You got kissed last night?! SHUT UP!”
·      “You got that for $8?! SHUT UP!”
·      “You’re going to D.C. for the summer? SHUT UP!”

b.    The best way to silence your 6:55 a.m. alarm clock…
                                      …besides smashing it.

Girls Night Out
1.           An outing of the female class.
a.    An excursion made up of girls who want to escape the pressures of work, exercising and boys.
b.    Dominate topic of conversation: boys.
c.     Dang it.

1.             Acronym for “Define the Relationship”.
a.    A conversation that is generally initiated by the female at some milestone in a relationship.
b.    Typical phrases include:
·      “What are we?”
·      “Are we seeing other people right now or…no?”
·      “Well I thought since we’d kissed we were dating…”
·      “What do you mean by “open relationship?”

c.     Side-effects usually include pit in stomach, violent frustration, numb shock and 12 back to back playings of John Mayer’s single, “Friends, Lovers, or Nothing.”

Always Educating,

Gertrude and Charlotte 

Saturday, January 21, 2012

Thursday, January 19, 2012

If I Can't Have...

If I can’t have….                                                    
     Waffles for breakfast every morning…
              At least I can have….
                            2 strawberry pop-tarts between 
                                   Bio and Writing 220.

If I can’t have….                                                   
     A date with a boy taller than me…
            At least I can….
                         See over the crowd at Taylor Swift concerts.

If I can’t have….                                                    
      Straight A’s…
                       At least I can have….
                                  Better eyebrows than the professor.

If I can’t have….                                                     
      A full tank of gas…
                    At least I can have….
                                     A full tank of sass.

If I can’t have….                                                    
    A closet chock full of J. Crew clothes…
            At least I can have….
                        J. Crew magazine clippings wallpapering 
                                   my bathroom mirror.

If I can’t have…
            My hair dyed every month
                        At least I can have….
                                                Messy buns be in style.

If I can’t have….                                                    
A boyfriend…
                                    At least I can have….
                                                            A killer blog.

Forever Yours,
            Gertie and Char