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it’s not even hard: how to get lace nails

it’s not even hard: how to get lace nails

Welcome to It’s Not Even Hard, a new series in which That Girl Magazine actually teaches you how to do a thing (because the words “how to” in the title of a blog post don’t actually indicate anything around here). Okay okay okay I’m caving in. People who know me in real life know thatkeep reading

trend watch: basing your style choices on mostly-arbitrary nautical creatures

trend watch: basing your style choices on mostly-arbitrary nautical creatures

  What does this mean for your style? Well by golly I will tell you. I’m a Shark! featured: jeans, blazer, dress, dress, shoes, iphone case, moisturizer, eyeliner, eyeliner, bows Chances are, you’re drawn to the classics. A trusty pair of jeans, little black dress, and fitted blazer will get you far in life. Ownkeep reading

it’s link thursday!

it’s link thursday!

Do you like existentialism? Do you like Lilly Pulitzer? Of course you do. Now, imagine smashing the two together! Check out this single purpose tumblr — Sad Quotes on Girly Backgrounds. It’s pretty and really really bleak. Like reality. (It might be getting to me.) Small Kitchen College is becoming my go-to source for creativekeep reading

it’s link thursday!

it’s link thursday!

Stylitics, a website that allows you to catalog your closet on the internet and then view your clothing statistics, launched recently, and today I got to take a look around. It seems sort of cool, if you have a ton of time on your hands and all of your clothes come from stores. (As opposed tokeep reading

things you can do with $365.43

things you can do with $365.43

Buy all of your textbooks. Do work. Give it away. Make three hundred and sixty five homeless people moderately happy, or make one homeless person really happy, or thirty homeless people happier than average. Improve your home. You can buy a KOHLER Margaux 1-Spary 1-Handle Bath and Shower Faucet Trim in Vibrant Brushed Nickel. You cankeep reading