Dear Boys: Just Friends?

Dear Missionary, I thought we were just friends. What was with all the complimenting?! Now I'm just confused. Love, Elisabeth P.S. I secretly loved it. You are equally as amazing as you made me out to be.
Dear C-Dog, You are one handsome man. Sweetly, Elisabeth
Dear You, You are SO missionary-ee! I love it! Lovingly, Elisabeth
Dear Oregon, You are 6' 9". I'm in love. That's it, Elisabeth
Dear A-jek, You are dreamy. You can totally ask for my number any day. Fondly, Elisabeth

My Significantly Amazing Day

My life has spun out of control. These last couple of days have left me feeling like this:

Creepy, right?

Nah, mostly, it's just been super stressful.

I found earlier today that I owed $1700 dollars in tuition that I DON'T have. I seriously had a panic attack, but then I figured out that I just have to fill out a couple of different forms to make my loan go through.

For awhile there...it was pretty sketchy.

But it's fine. 

I almost had a breakdown in the registrar's office, but then I decided to be brave and talk to this pretty cute guy that was standing behind me in line (who also happens to have a dreamy singing voice) and my life got significantly more amazing.

Happy Tuesday, everyone!!!

I hope you are all having a significantly amazing day!

Oops. I'm Guilty.

At church the other day I looked over at a lady who was wearing flip-flops. Growing up, my mom hated flip-flops. (Actually, I think she still does.) She wouldn't let me wear them to school, let alone to church. So when I saw this lady wearing flip-flops, I immediately thought to myself: "Is she really wearing flip-flops? That's a little disrespectful. I would never wear flip-flops to church." However, when she stood up after Relief Society ended, I saw that her ankle was wrapped up and she was limping. I immediately reprimanded myself. She was wearing flip-flops because that's the only shoe she could wear. I felt so guilty. Who am I to judge her? Who am I to judge anyone? Because really, my perspective is muddled & I'm usually looking through a dirty window.

My Life Is Awesome

I finally moved into my new apartment today!  My roommates are great. My apartment is great. I'm great. Everything is great! But really, I was SO nervous. On Friday, none of my roommates were home and I was a little down. I didn't really think anybody even cared that I was back in Logan. However, Heavenly Father has an awesome way of spinning life out of control. I decided to stop wallowing in self-pity and I got dressed and went up to campus to buy a textbook I needed. I ran into my friend, Ashley. Then she told me to text another friend, Sam, so we could go hang out. Sam had proceeded to already text me while I was conversing with Ashley. We hung out all night and I had SOO much fun! Then another friend proceeded to call me. Then today, I ran into a thousand people at Wal-mart that I knew. I guess the gist of this whole post is to say, I guess people really do care. I just keep forgetting how awesome my life is.

Brooklyn & Boys: A Guest Post

Guys.

You are in for a treat.

A TREAT I tell you!

This is my best friend, Brooklyn & she is probably my favorite person on the planet!

Please go check out her blog & say hello!

Hey Imma Fashion Crime readers! I'm Brooklyn!

Something I blog about over at This Little Blonde quite a bit is learning to be okay with who you are. So I wanted to share this experience with you. Because you're basically stinkin awesome. 

Texting conversation.

Him: Oh so what were you up to?
Me: Just outside shooting hoops with my brothers!
Him: Do you like basketball then?

Me thinking: I totally just gave him a false impression of who I am. YES I was shooting hoops but NO I do not like basketball. IN fact I suck at basketball. I'm a great benchwarmer...

I realized something though. Even though I'm not good at basketball or basically any sport. I'm good at other things. And one of those things is being a girl.

I'm really good at being a girl. Like REALLY good.

Here's why:

Let's consider the "typical girl" checklist.

Cries a lot. Check.

Reads romance novels. Check.

Loves to shop. Check.

Great with kids. Check.

Loves to dress up. Check.

Stresses about appearance. Check.

Dreams about fairytales. Check.

Loves men in suits. Check.

Loves strong jaw lines. Check.

Likes to bake. Check.

And the list goes on and on.

I don't have to be good at sports. I don't have to know everything about cars. And I don't need to know how to grill a perfect steak. Because that's why I need a man.

And I'll find myself a manly man. I'll be his "soft and sweet" and he'll be my "strong and steady." And that's all I need.

P.S. If you happen to find him. Send him my way, I need the oil changed in my car...

Where I Come From

I come from my parents. They just loved each other SO much that their love spilled over and made a baby.
I come from hours & hours of reading parenting books, taking parenting classes, & just sheer good will.
I come from family.
I come from my teasing aunts. I come from my rambunctious cousins. I come from my lovely grandparents.
People that have shaped how I am today.
I come from the small-town breeze.
I come from vacations, laughter, and road trips.
I come from cell phones, Facebook, and high school.
I come from friends: Carlee, Lindsay, Sadie, Shelby, & Elise.
I come from the Sugar 4th Ward.

I come from flouncing around in my emerald prom dress.

I come from high-school crushes and embarrassing moments.

I come from junior high, when all I did was wear sweatshirts & ponytails.

I come from watching too much T.V. & sobbing during Pearl Harbor.

I come from refusing to wear high heels.

I come from being insecure.

I come from hope, daydreams, & pumpkin pie.

I come from sleepovers, chick flicks, and too many infatuations.

I come from crying so hard my head starts spinning.

I come from laughing so hard that I cry so hard.

I come from over-thinking & reading thoughtful, intelligent articles.

I come from a lot of things, because really, they have all made me who I am today.

Too Much Wedding

Okay. That's a lie. There can never be too much wedding in the world! The googly eyes, the stolen kisses, the reverent hand holding, the patiently waiting through the completely awkward reception line when all you want to do is be with your husband and not have to talk to another soul for a week. Yup. It's official. I love weddings.

Isn't my cousin beautiful?! I'm so honored that I got to be part of her special day! Love you, Megan!

Dear Boys: My Head, My Heart, & My Stomach

Dear You,

Love,

Elisabeth

Dear BeebFreckleyBoy,

Love,

Elisabeth

Dear Dr. Snooze,

Love,

Elisabeth

Dear Florescent,

That's all I have to say about that,

Elisabeth

Girls Need Friends

(Inspired by Little Miss Momma) When I was about 17, I asked my dad who his best friend was. "Your mom is my best friend." was his confident & simple reply.

(This picture of my parents is hilarious.) He also told me that he doesn't really have super close "guy" friends.  He doesn't need them, I guess. My mind was boggled. How could you not have friends?! Then I asked my mom who her best friend was. She was less quick to answer. Not because my dad wasn't her best friend, but because she has lots of friends. Friends from college, friends from the school she works at, friends from our ward, etc. She definitely has friends. I've often wondered why girls need friends and I think I've come up with something. Girls need friends because we like having someone to relate to. Someone to tell us that we're not crazy. Someone to reassure us that we're not alone in this wild, unpredictable world. Someone to be the mortar to our bricks. Someone to tell us we're doing the best we can and that's all that matters. As women, we need that special bond that only other women can give us. It makes us feel loved & cared about in this world.  I have friends because they enrich my life.

(These girls are my best friends in the entire world!)

They make me laugh.

They give me a reason to smile.

They know me inside & out and still want to be friends with me.

They love them unconditionally & have never let me down.

I think that's why girls need friends.

Part 19: Walking Fashion Crime?? I THINK NOT!!!

 (Dress: thrifted, Shoes: Payless, Watch: Gifted)

This was my first time taking a legit outfit photo!

I was nervously awkward & sometimes people would see me.

But, it's fine. I'm still trying to get over my self-consciousness.

Can I just talk about how I got this dress for $1.50?! 

#thrifting #gottaloveit

The Time When Wheat Thins Made Me Think About Missionaries

I know. I know. Wheat Thins & Missionaries? What the !@#$%^ do wheat thins & missionaries have in common? (Me & Brooklyn already established that I have a potty mouth. Okay. That's a lie. I don't swear. ha) They are related though, I promise! As many of you know, I've been tackling a missionary project. I sent 25 individual packages full of letters from girls to all the missionaries who graduated with me. It was a lot of work, but so incredibly amazing! I don't currently live in Idaho, so trying to coordinate getting letters from the girls I graduated with, printing the letters, sealing envelopes (which is disgusting. Have you ever licked 100 plus envelopes? My tongue is in desperate need of some TLC), getting missionary addresses, contacting people...blah, blah, blah. Whew. Just looking at the list is wearing me out. But really, it's been the most spiritual experience and yesterday, I FINALLY MAILED THEM!!! Yes, ladies & gentleman, I did it!

(follow me on instagram: @fashioncrime) The first time I went to the post office, the mail-lady told me that sending the letters in the original packages I had them in was going to cost me $5 per envelope. 

That would have cost me like $200! No thank you! So, I asked her if there was a cheaper way and she told me to get tan envelopes instead of white ones. I went to Walmart, bought the envelopes, sat down at my kitchen table, and proceeded to transfer the addresses from the white envelopes to the tan ones. As I was doing this though, I was eating wheat thins and pondering. Now, wheat thins are great because they are slightly sweet, but at the same time very satisfying. I think that's how a mission is. It's sweet. It's crunchy sometimes, but mostly it's spiritually satisfying. I was also thinking about what those boys faces will look like when they open the envelope and a butt load of letters fall out. Like really?! I squeal every time I think about it!! Can you just imagine? They are going to be stunned. Especially the boys that don't ever get mail. I hope they will be so excited! I was talking to one of my co-workers about getting letters & he told me he would get SOO excited when someone would hand-write him a letter. He loved them so much that when someone would e-mail him, he would hand-write them one back. It's little acts of charity like that, that make me so happy. So, guys, that's how wheat thins made me think about missionaries. Sidenote: Have you checked out the Brittany Chaver giveaway on The Gentle Flower??  You should because her jewelry is SOOO cute!

I Have HUGE Feet!

It's the truth! I have size 11 feet. Pretty womanly, eh? Whenever I go into Dillards, I always stop by the shoe department, pick out a shoe that I think is cute and ask if they have size 11. Usually, this is the look of the salesperson:

It's the most hilarious thing EV. A.!

It's like people are afraid.

But whenever I get discouraged, I think of this quote by my grandma:

"It's okay to have big feet, you have to have a strong foundation!"

Yup, me and my man feet, just kicking butt and taking names.

Dear Boys: Whoa

Dear Dr. Snooze, I know you used to like me and that's kind of awkward for you, but you can still be nice to me. Okay? Disappointingly, Elisabeth
Dear You, Can you write me back? Please?! Suspensefully, Elisabeth
Dear 'dear boys' girls, Is it normal to write to the same boy almost every week? Worryingly, Elisabeth
Dear Disney, Ah! I'm so proud of you! Love, Elisabeth
Dear Missionary, You are my bestest friend. Can we hang out soon? I miss you. Love, Elisabeth
Dear T minus 48 hours, You have a sexy voice. Wishfully, Elisabeth

I Love My Daddy!

IT'S MY DADDY'S BIRTHDAY TODAY!!! LOVE YOU DADDY!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

(Can we talk about how my little sister on the right isn't even looking at the camera?? Ha! She's hilarious) Writing about my daddy is one of the hardest things for me.  He's not on the verge of death or anything. He's very much alive. (ha) The reason it's hard for me is because I love him. Whenever I go home, the first thing I want to do is hug my daddy.

(My dad & little brother) He's one of the only people in my life who gets me. One time, I was sobbing on my bed about some meaningless situation in my life, he quietly came into my room and sat on my bed. I wailed & wailed to him about this and that, how life wasn't going my way and how I thought life was SO hard as a 16 year old girl. When I finished my rant, he patted me on the back and walked out. He didn't speak a word. And really, that's all I needed. He's extremely wise & has great social perception. He makes sense of all the confusing things in life and he's secretly funny. He hates popcorn and would rather stay home then go out. He reads psychology books for fun and is one of the smartest people I know. I look up to my dad more than any other person on earth.

LOVE YOU DADDY!!!

Part 18: Walking Fashion Crime?? I THINK NOT!!!

(Collared shirt: Old Navy, Yellow Shirt: DownEast, Skirt: JCPenney, Shoes: Payless, Necklace: Gift, Watch: Gift)

This is probably one of my favorite outfits to date! It combines a little bit of vintage with a great color & pattern. Plus it uses my gray pencil skirt, which is my favorite piece of clothing in the whole world!! Also, have you checked out the Mikarose giveaway over at Elise's Pieces?? You should! Then if you win, you can do your own walking fashion crime post!!!

I'm Too Dramatic, {Since It's} Sunday

If you have ever gotten the esteemed pleasure of knowing me in person, you will quickly find that I am a dramatic person. I tend to blow things out of proportion, think too much about social situations, and look down upon myself. I am often too quick to see the negative and I take life too seriously. I have had a lot of spiritual experiences today. Experiences that are wonderful & magnificent, but I got dramatic. I started thinking too far into the future: What's going to happen? Should I change schools? Should I get a better paying job? Should I serve a mission? What I need to realize is that although those are very valid and important questions, what I should be focusing on right now is the present. I need to pray more NOW. I need to read my scriptures more NOW. I need to meet new people. Experience life. Become who I'm supposed to be NOW. I need to be single. Stay up late. Flirt with boys. Have fun. I'm often so dramatic and future-driven that I forget to experience what I have NOW. It's not always going to be that way, but living in the present is a lot less stressful than living in the future. In the future, I'll actually have responsibility (read as: kids) and I'll look back on my college days and think 'why didn't I just have fun?!' Yup. Present goal: No more drama & a lot more fun.

Hope. Awe Hope.

Hope is like a recipe. A cup of opportunity, a teaspoon of fantasy, and a pinch of faith. I often want to shout to the world of the hope that eats up my heart. And I'm talking about love. Romantic love to be exact.  Because while Elise might whine about boys, I whine about the hope they instill in your heart. It's silly, really. Many people tell me "you've got plenty of time" and (the classic) "you're still so young", but you're never too young to dream.  Or to hope. You're never too young to lovingly wish for that one brilliant male to make your stomach feel horrid & wonderful all in a single moment. That moment is what I wish and hope for on a daily basis. I plot, scheme, and fantasize about that moment.  Maybe I'll be running late to class and my books with fall out of my backpack and he'll help me pick them up? Or maybe he's liked me since he was old enough to know that girls are supposed to be pretty? Or maybe he'll be smart & tall & nerdy & a band geek? (my fav kind of man) Or maybe he'll be short & bald? (my notsofav kind of man) I have no idea. All I know is that I still hope. I hope that one day the boy I've liked since I was 14 will begin to look at me a little bit differently. I hope that one day, I'll stop expecting love to happen & something wonderful will come of it. I hope that one day, I'll blog about how blissfully ecstatic I am that I am a newlywed. One day. It will happen. Because I believe that hope is the start that creates a magical opportunity to fall into place. 

I Like To Go Barefoot In The Park Too!

I just watched this on Netflix the other day. Have you ever heard of this show? It's stinkin' hilarious. But mostly kind of weird. Hysterical, yet anticlimactic. There was a lot of this:

However, I did like it.

Robert Redford is beautiful...

 and Jane Fonda is extraordinary slash also gorgeous.

Plus, this show was made in 1964!! Holy crap! That was back in the day when married couples slept on different beds. Also, did you know that Robert Redford was the one that started the Sundance Film Festival?! This guy is a legend! I'd go barefoot in the park with him any day.