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orange is the new black {book review}
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When federal agents knocked on her door with an indictment in hand, Piper Kerman barely resembled the reckless young woman she was shortly after graduating Smith College. Happily ensconced in a New York City apartment, with a promising career and an attentive boyfriend, Piper was forced to reckon with the consequences of her very brief, very careless dalliance in the world of drug trafficking.
Following a plea deal for her 10-year-old crime, Piper spent a year in the infamous women’s correctional facility in Danbury, Connecticut, which she found to be no “Club Fed.” In Orange is the New Black: My Year in a Women’s Prison, Piper takes readers into B-Dorm, a community of colorful, eccentric, vividly drawn women. Their stories raise issues of friendship and family, mental illness, the odd cliques and codes of behavior, the role of religion, the uneasy relationship between prisoner and jailor, and the almost complete lack of guidance for life after prison.
Compelling, moving, and often hilarious, Orange is the New Black sheds a unique light on life inside a women’s prison, by a Smith College graduate who did the crime and did the time.
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| TV Piper Chapman with real-life Piper Kerman {via} |
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DIY chevron and glitter countries.
Since it was so cold this weekend, I decided that I would spend it inside, avoiding going out at all costs. I stayed in my PJs, read a whole bunch, and got a little crafty! I was inspired by the canvases that I saw on Emily's Etsy shop and decided to try to make some of my own. I chose four countries with unique shapes, all ones that I would like to visit one day - Australia, England, Italy, and South Africa. I took the pictures with my phone, so sorries for the bad quality.
Materials: Mod Podge Glitter (I used gold glitter that I got from Wal-Mart) Paint (I used navy and vintage white) Paint brush Canvases Pencil Steps: 1. I started by printing out pictures of the countries' outlines and traced them onto the canvas. 2. Next, I drew a chevron pattern around the country's outline.
3. I painted the vintage white chevron stripes first.
4. Then I painted the rest of the chevron stripes navy. I had to do two layers of the navy.
5. Next, I mixed one part mod podge and two parts gold glitter together.
6. I painted the mixture to fill in the country's drawing. I did two thick layers. Just do it until there are no more white spots!
7. And voila! Done! Admire your masterpiece!
I'm also participating in my first giveaway, so be sure to enter below!

Bits of Days / Noor's Place / I Have A Messy Bun

A Weekend Crossing / d'Asti at Tiffany's

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DIY chevron and glitter countries.
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3. I painted the vintage white chevron stripes first.
4. Then I painted the rest of the chevron stripes navy. I had to do two layers of the navy.
5. Next, I mixed one part mod podge and two parts gold glitter together.
6. I painted the mixture to fill in the country's drawing. I did two thick layers. Just do it until there are no more white spots!
7. And voila! Done! Admire your masterpiece!
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Christmas {and Birthday} Wishlist.
With Christmas just 19 days away (and my birthday just 9 days away), I've been getting asked more and more the dreaded question, "What do you want for Christmas?" I really never know. I've been telling everyone that I just want money because I'm still trying to pay for my trip to Europe (which is less than 200 days away!). But I do have some people who just hate giving money, so I tried to come up with a few things that I would be excited to get. I always think that I'm easy to shop for, though Jon would disagree. I'd honestly be happy with anything (or nothing! A hug will do). And I love homemade things.
Here are a few things that I've been wanting for quite some time (yea, I know I'm super nerdy, but y'all should know that by now):
1. The Veronica Mars complete series DVD set. I love Veronica Mars (and Kristen Bell) so much. I would probably cry from happiness if someone got this for me.
2. A sparkly cell phone case (any color except green or any ugly colors).
3. An "Expecto Patronum" ring from FamilyHouseStampin on Etsy.
4. A Mockingjay necklace from BetseyMaeK on Etsy.
5. The Lunar Chronicles book series by Marissa Meyer.
6. This owl sweatshirt made by Olsenboye at JCPenney
7. A large antique world map. I'm trying to do a travel-themed room, but I still haven't bought a map.
8. The Mary-Kate and Ashley coffee table book, Influence. Preferably the one with MK on the cover (she's my fave).
9. An Amazon gift card.
10. Disney DVD's! Any and all. The only ones I have are Fox and the Hound 1 & 2, Oliver & Company, Princess and the Frog, Peter Pan and Pocahontas 1 &2.
What's on your Christmas wishlist this year?

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Christmas {and Birthday} Wishlist.
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learning to fight my insecurities.
Everyone always told me that I couldn't be insecure about my body because I'm skinny, but weight isn't the only thing that people can be insecure about.
Being comfortable with my self image is something that I've always struggled with. It was really bad in middle school. I spent so much time comparing myself to my friends, constantly thinking that my friends were prettier than me and that I would spend my life being single because there was no way any boy would want to go out with a girl who had hairy arms, gap teeth, a unibrow and a big nose.
In high school, I started to find different things to be insecure about. I'm actually a pretty oblivious person, and I don't realize a lot of things until someone points it out to me. That's where a lot of my insecurities stemmed from. Someone told me that I was wearing my pants too high and that made me realize that I had a short torso. I stopped tucking in my shirt and started stretching out my undershirts so they would go past my hips and make my torso look longer. Someone told me that I was probably supposed to be born a boy because a part of my neck bone sticks out a little, making me look like I have an Adam's apple and "only boys have Adam's apples." People would point things out about my body that I never even noticed, and I started to call myself ugly.
It wasn't until my junior year of college that I was finally able to silence those voices and stop worrying so much about how people viewed my appearance. I realized that it didn't matter what people thought about me; it only mattered how I viewed myself. If I continued to allow everyone else's voice to be louder than mine, then where would that leave me?
Everyone is insecure about themselves in some way, which is why I don't understand those who feel the need to point out negative things about another's appearance...or anything else about anyone for that matter. People have enough trouble trying to create a positive self image of themselves; they don't need anyone else's opinion affecting it. I mean, it took me 21 years to finally be comfortable with how I look, and a lot of that has to do with the negative words that people were putting in my ear (some of which I'm still trying to silence). Wouldn't it be nice if we could just ignore the negative things people say about us and stop comparing ourselves to celebrities and the people around us?
I'm still fighting my way through my insecurities, but I'm incredibly lucky to have gotten to a point where I'm comfortable with how I look (it's not like I can change it! And now I don't want to!) and to have family and friends that support me and a boyfriend who thinks I'm beautiful no matter what.

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learning to fight my insecurities.
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| Middle school me. |
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| High school me in 2007. |
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| College me in 2012. I'm so lucky to be me, because no one can be a better me than me! |
dark places {book review}
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I have a meanness inside me, real as an organ.
Libby Day was seven when her mother and two sisters were murdered in “The Satan Sacrifice of Kinnakee, Kansas.” As her family lay dying, little Libby fled their tiny farmhouse into the freezing January snow. She lost some fingers and toes, but she survived–and famously testified that her fifteen-year-old brother, Ben, was the killer. Twenty-five years later, Ben sits in prison, and troubled Libby lives off the dregs of a trust created by well-wishers who’ve long forgotten her.
The Kill Club is a macabre secret society obsessed with notorious crimes. When they locate Libby and pump her for details–proof they hope may free Ben–Libby hatches a plan to profit off her tragic history. For a fee, she’ll reconnect with the players from that night and report her findings to the club… and maybe she’ll admit her testimony wasn’t so solid after all.
As Libby’s search takes her from shabby Missouri strip clubs to abandoned Oklahoma tourist towns, the narrative flashes back to January 2, 1985. The events of that day are relayed through the eyes of Libby’s doomed family members–including Ben, a loner whose rage over his shiftless father and their failing farm have driven him into a disturbing friendship with the new girl in town. Piece by piece, the unimaginable truth emerges, and Libby finds herself right back where she started–on the run from a killer.
a million reasons to be thankful.
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| Chiweenies. The cutest. |

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| I got a little too aggressive trying to surprise Jon for a funny picture. |
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