SAHM i am style and thoughts on getting old...

Mountain Hussy

 

Oh look who actually got dressed up?!?!?! Shocking right? Well the railroader was actually off for once so I thought I'd get all hussied up for him to take me out to lunch;) After looking at these pictures though, I realize belting a dress across my ribs isn't a great look for me. Im built like a line backer up top, well a midget line backer that is since I'm a whole 5'2". My ribcage is HUGE so it just accentuated that and makes me look like I need a cautionary sign that says WIDE LOAD hahaha

 

 

Now, I got to thinking the other day about getting old and how your body changes in unexpected ways. Not to mention the things you find yourself thinking and saying that 13 yr old you never ever thought would happen. I thought I'd share with y'all....caution vulgar!!!

 

Things I should have been warned about getting old

1. After breastfeeding 3 babies your nipples will hang down to your belly button! You will have to eventually pick them up and place them in your bra cup. If your bouncing around bra less you can contain them in the waistband of your sweats. And if you *uhummm* have your nipples pierced and your belly button USE CAUTION they may become tangled ;)
2. You will wake up one morning and realize the Grand Canyon has taken up residence in between your eye brows in the form of a giant wrinkle! I swear this happens overnight and no amount of Spackle will rectify this.
3. You will grow hair where women have no business growing it! For example your chin, out of Helga moles (yet another lovely factor of growing old) on your toes and in your ass crack! Don't believe me? Bend over in front of a mirror.....I'm sorry
4. You will discover thong underwear are actually a torture devise developed by the Nazis. However if you are one of the unfortunates to develop hemorrhoids they can work as a roid tourniquet.
5. You will think you hear the sound of a cat dieing only to be informed by your children that, that is actually what passes for good music to the young hip crowd. And you will subsequently yell "Turn that noise down, its making my ears bleed" Annnnddddd 13 year old you just officially died.
6. You will see young girls walk by and say out loud (cause old folks talk to themselves in public) "Her mother let her out of the house looking like that?" Annnnddd 13 year old you was revived only to be killed again by this comment.
7. Your children will not know what a cassette tape is let alone an A track. They will never know what it is like to have to manually change the tv channel and ask you if an Atari is a name for an avatar.
8. You will find coffee is your life's blood and without it you are homicidal.
9. You will forget what your natural hair color is because you refuse to look at the Rouge streak of grey for even a day and subsequently dye your hair religiously every 4 weeks.
10. Tweezers will be your best friend. They work as a great hedge trimmer to keep the uni brow at bay, not to mention the aforementioned chin and Helga mole hairs.

 

Consider yourself warned. Your welcome!

 

 

Outfit deeds: Dress & belt Target, Tights & sweater walfart, Boots ross?

Hope you enjoyed!

xoxo the Rebel

SAHM i am style

Ahh yes, I really do enjoy these. Im getting better at using my big girl camera on myself. Although I can only imagine how dorky I look setting the timer and running to pose in front of the lens;)

This is my Ewok with a stache impression ;)

So lets talk photoshop for a brief second.... I read a post the other day about a blogger mama catching hell for posting a pic on IG and then photoshopping herself in the blog version. First off who the hell cares? I photoshop my selfies; typically only the big girl camera ones, my phone photos usually only get a basic IG filter &  usually because of shit lighting. Why do I photoshop? At the risk of sounding like a bitch, it's not for you. It's for me. As I'm sure all of you women readers out there can relate, WE ARE OUR WORST CRITICS. I've always hated having my picture taken so this is way outside my comfort zone. And as I go through the pictures I pick, pick, pick at this or that. I drive myself nuts with it. So I started photoshopping, nothing major, a little smoothing here, eye brightening there, maybe a blemish removal (don't get me started on adult acne). I do this so I will focus on the beauty instead of picking at the little things that others wouldn't even probably notice. I welcome your thoughts on this, Do you enjoy having your picture taken? Do you photoshop?

Hey I needed a snack I guess?! LOL

Something else I'd like to talk about for a quick minute. Why as women is it so hard for us to encourage each other instead of tearing each other down? Why do we base beauty on such ridiculous standards?

You like my "I totally slept in these braids"?

 

Well here is what I have to say to YOU, yes you reading my dorky post on the other side of the screen.....you are beautiful, no matter what color your hair is (or if its been washed haha), you are beautiful even if you are still rockin your jammies at 3 in the afternoon, You are beautiful no matter what color your eyes are, if your wearing make up or not, you are beautiful even if your clothes aren't the newest hipster style, or your sporting an awesome zit smack dab in the middle of your forehead.

YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL EVERY MINUTE OF EVERY DAY AND NEVER EVER FORGET IT!!!

There I feel better, and dammit I hope you do too! Im not sure what to give you for deets on the ensemble, mostly thrifted (well except  my over the shoulder boulder holder and bloomers cause thats just weird) & minnetonka mocs (Im so obsessed you have no idea)

I hope your having a fan-fuckin-tabulous day gorgeous, cause you deserve it ;)

 

xo the rebel

SAHM i am style

 

So this is the day after my epic fail of a short get a way. Feeling slightly sheepish for my foul mouth and equally foul attitude the day before. And bless my railroaders heart, he decided today he would do everything i his power to make me smile.....ahhh what a man. So first stop, Pickle Barrel for an epic Mushroom Cheese Steak sandwich to share. OMG good. Really there are not words in the English dictionary to describe this heaven on a hoagie.

 

And then off to treasure hunt in various different thrift coves...and the shit you find thrifting!!!Lol

 

And then a quick stop before home to get some beer cheese soup, so mama didn't have to cook ;)!!

so here's what I wore...I know, had to show you everything else first.


 

 

 

 

Nothing fancy...road trip wear. My new ombre heart shirt scored from the Target clearance rack, my wanna be UGGs, and my holy jeans(i love me some ripped up jeans always have, ever since i was young and Tiffany was the shit) 

"and then you put your arms around me, and we tumble to the ground, and then you say.....I think we're alone now...." LMAO you know I had to:)

xo the Rebel

SAHM i am style

 

Reality check.....

Lately I have grown a sincere appreciation for REAL bloggers. By real I mean real women, with real bodies, with real true talent, with real life issues, with real personalities. Just REAL. Am I making sense? Maybe not, could be cold med induced idiocy. Now I'm not saying that blogs should be a huge whine fest that's not something I would enjoy, but it's nice to know that these women are real, not fake always put together flawless barbie dolls that never fail. These women are people, people I could sit down and have a cup of coffee with and bs the day away. Here's a few that I really enjoy.......

 

LittleChiefHoneyBee    Tumbleweed

Sometimes Sweet

 

See what I mean....REAL

 

That really got me thinking. I've been wanting to post another SAHM i am style but I've been sick, we all have been sick. So getting all put together just wasn't in the cards. And then I had a moment of clarity.......why do I feel the need to get dressed up just to do a post? That's not REAL this week, this weeks reality is pjs, crusty nose, and mountains of Kleenex! I want to be real here, this is my place, I have nothing to prove to anyone, that's not me. In real life I'm not that kind of girl, I'm the either you like me or you get the fk out of my kitchen kind of girl. So I decided to keep it real. (are you sick of that word yet?)

 

Here ya go, me in all my snot fountain, fevery, haven't slept in 2 days, glory.

Enjoy, laugh, gag, whatever. It's the real me ;)

 

 

Nice, thumb photo bomb lol

 

Can't leave out the "There's something about Mary" bangs :0

Now Im not saying I won't get dressed up to do SAHM i am posts. I will, because I like to. And I do enjoy reading blogs that do that. It's fun. But I do like the honesty in the posts, I do like that they are real woman with real figures. So for this week its just a reality check :) Hope everyone else is healthy and happy...I wouldn't wish this shit on anyone!

xo the Rebel

Introducing SAHM I am style......

I am a dork for outfit posts! I love them, and 90% of the time I am in mama uniform aka. sweats, slippers and bed head....So I thought it might be fun to do some outfit posts of my own and give myself a reason to actually get dressed! Hooray :) And since "embracing the new me" is on the 2013 goal list and I want to take part in the whole 365 project craze this is a total score in the goal checklist column!!

So a little bit about this whole embracing the new me goal. In the last  year I lost a lot of weight. I mean like an entire small person amount of weight. And before anyone asks no, I don't have some magic trick, or awesome diet. I can say it was alot of walking and an extreme amount of stress. I started walking not for exercise but as a frustration release. Before I knew it I was walking between 4-6 miles a day(Since our big move from city living to the funny farm I haven't been walking, sad face). And then I don't know exactly what happened, the stress I guess just flipped a switch inside and food started making me really really sick. It sucks, I like food. I really really like food. It's slowly getting better and I need to get back to walking. But Im left with this body that I am not at all familiar with. I feel weird in my own skin. So I figure these "SAHM i am style" posts will help me see that I am still in fact in here and it's not some case of the body snatchers..lol.

 Now please keep in mind Im no fashionista, most  times it will be function over fashion. And I'm struggling with learning how to take self portraits. Like in a big way , so for starters they will be phone pics and basically like one of those cheezy picture puzzles. My apologies in advance ;)

So here's my first installment: I am "Snow" angel (haha get it? im no angel..lol im a nerd)

 

 

 

 

Right now it's layers and layers and more layers because it is Brrrrrr cold outside. I mean snot freezes in your nose cold. Now I know there are skinny jean & boot  haters out there. But hear me out. I hate the bottom hem of my pants getting wet, I mean it makes me want to hulk out and smash things. And.....since I've lost so much weight I can actually wear skinny jeans and the boots actually zip over my leg. So it's a bit of a novelty for me;)
A bit of behind the scenes....I ran (i mean that literally) outside for all of 4 minutes and shot some quick photos before my eyes teared up from cold and froze my freshly applied lashes together and my bulbous highlander nose turned bright red (thanks dad for the Scottish heritage) .I didn't do my hair, I hardly ever do. Especially since it's so damn cold i wear a hat (even inside!) I did however put fake lashes on, why? IDK it seemed like a fun idea at the time and I saw this tutorial on how to put them on and wanted to see if it worked....Happy to report it does!! So go check it out and rock some falsies even if your snowed in and the only one that sees is your netflix account :) 

xo the Rebel