Mid Champagne & Macaroon Soiree we found ourselves breaking out the little black deck of Cards Against Humanity cards and gathering around a small table filled with Jordan almonds (clever right) and abundant champagne. In an excited flurry I dropped my nearly full glass of champagne and as it shattered on the floor I thought to myself “I am THAT girl”. As discussed previously it’s not uncommon for me to spill my drink on someone else in a tipsy flurry or to trip up the stairs (twice in one night). On Sunday morning an entire venti mocha slipped through my fingers and spilled murky brown chocolatey coffee all over my boyfriend’s bed and white carpet. I’m THAT girl and I know what you’re thinking; I will not be receiving an invitation to your next social gathering at the neighborhood china shop.
I’m that girl who will order pad thai every single time I step foot into a thai restaurant much to the disappointment of my more cultured and adventurous friends. Each morning at Starbucks I recited the same breakfast order “A venti peppermint mocha with nonfat milk and no whipped cream and oatmeal with JUST brown sugar”. I cycle through the same handful of meals one of which is compiled of raw avocados and raspberries generally eaten only in bed and I refuse to eat my salad with dressing. I like rabbit food. I’m not the most adventurous eater, I am THAT girl.
I’m that girl who refuses to discuss The Bachelor or Kim Kardashian’s new hairstyle of that godforsaken white and gold dress in any sort of social setting. It’s as if by refusing to discuss them I can trick myself into believing I don’t buy into the nonsense when in reality I spend just as much analyzing the appeal of farmer Chris (I see none) and cursing myself for not wearing sunglasses and damaging the rods and cones and thus damaging the rods and cones in my eyes as the next person. I’m not above these discussions but I’m that girl who believes ignoring them can validate their worthlessness and thus my superior intellect (feel free to lol at that one because I am too).
I’m that girl who holds a secret beneath the worn leather of her Tory Burch riding boots. I’ll forever wear one pink sock with hearts on it and one turquoise sock with hedgehogs and polka dots. If it’s May it’s likely you’ll find me wearing a fluffy pair with Rudolph on them or orange and black striped Hello Kitty halloween stockings. I was once criticized by a potential suitor (also while playing Cards Against Humanity) for my mismatched footwear. “Oh you’re THAT girl,” he proclaimed. “Are you trying to make a statement?” He asked rolling his eyes and honestly I really would have liked to stand up firmly for my seasonally inappropriate uncoordinated footwear but I couldn’t even imagine the social or political stance I could be taking. The statement was that I’m a cluster and it’s true…I am!
I’m that girl who enjoys dressing up for the event far more than the actual event. I’m the girl who jumps out of bed excitedly on the mornings I know I will feel the soft tingle of a makeup brush against my skin as an artist paints on more defined cheek bones and pastel lips. I’m that girl who occasionally wants nothing more than to pretend she’s a doll as pretty clothes are thrusted at her from every direction. Last Wednesday I had the opportunity to play dress up with some of the prettiest little gypsy clothes I ever did see. I had the opportunity to play model for Erlynn Fontaine a new handmade clothing line based out of Seattle. The designers (Eliza & Taylor) are both students (one at the University of Washington, the other at The Fashion Institute of Design and Merchandising) and as you can see from their creations are wildly talented. As I tried on each piece I fell more in love with every new outfit than the last. I was totally fan-girling and I’m sure Eliza and Taylor must have thought I was just an insanely enthusiastic hyperactive weirdo but I was so excited by their line. I’m that girl who wants nothing more than to embrace her inner gypsy goddess and of course have her picture taken.
After writing an entire blog post about being “that girl” and what it means to me I found that wordpress had erased all my material and I found myself morphing into THAT girl that swears at her laptop in a public coffee shop. I know, I know, I shouldn’t write my posts in this platform for this very reason but it’s just so much easier!
I will forever be THAT girl, the one whose socks are pink and purple, who considers three entire avocados a balanced meal and who will pause life to shamelessly take a selfie. You can roll your eyes at my clumsy demeanor and I can roll my eyes at all the other girls I’ve proclaimed as THAT girl for whatever reason but at the end of the day we’re all THAT girl in some way or another. Let’s work on being the best version of ourselves (and yes, even of THAT girl) that we can be.
What quirks or “flaws” makes you THAT girl? Don’t forget to checkout Erlynn Fontaine (this post is in NO way sponsored I just think the line is so unique and stunning I couldn’t wait to share).