I’ll Smile if I’m Happy

I’m working Coterie this week in New York City, which is basically just a ginormous fashion trade show. It is awful. My days start at 6am and don’t end until I get home after 8pm. It’s only a four-day gig, but I have already contemplated faking the flu and ending my internship work a day early. Today I was instructed to “be cuter” and “smile more”. I’LL SMILE IF I’M HAPPY, DAMMIT. I am seriously one demand away from a mental breakdown. More to come – that is, if I don’t end up in therapy by then.

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This is me & my fake smile.

Samantha

Do I Laugh, Or Do I Cry?

Everything’s been cancelled…..except for my life.

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I traveled to Newport, RI for the long weekend and woah! what a beautiful and cozy place to be this time of year.

Due to the everlasting snowfall Boston has received these past few weeks, everything from classes to the trains have been cancelled and shut down. So now what? I lounge around in my heart-covered boxers all day, enjoy the beautiful snowfall outside my first story window, while cuddled up in my fluffy blanket with a cup of my favorite tea and a great book– right? Nope – WRONG – not even close. First of all the snow has turned into giant ten foot mountains on every street corner and slushy brown puddles that have absolutely ruined every pair of shoes I own. Second, it seems as if as soon as the snow decided to bring everything in the Boston area to a halt, my life decided it wanted to move faster than ever – so fast that I am now struggling to keep up. The T (Boston’s version of the Subway) is shut down, but that’s too bad because Sam still needs to get places. The school decides to cancel classes, but that’s too bad because Professors still want to assign work. The city doesn’t want to clear the sidewalks, but that’s too bad because Sam still needs to walk to the train station. These past few weeks have been a s-t-r-u-g-g-l-e, but then again, these past few weeks have also been and continue to be i-n-c-r-e-d-i-b-l-e. These are two highly contradicting feelings and my only way to react is through extreme contradicting emotion. One minute I’m smiling, the next minute I’m frowning. One minute I’m laughing, the next minute I’m crying. One minute I’m excited, the next minute I’m panicking. It’s been a rollercoaster of emotions these past few weeks, my friends, and something tells me the end is nowhere near in sight.

Though I must say, and this could very well just be me desperately attempting to maintain my optimism, but I have a strange feeling that this’ll all be worth it.

Samantha

P.S. I’ll be in NYC (yay!) all of next week working COTERIE – very VERY excited. BUT let’s hope I make it there, as the T is STILL shut down from the past snowfall. (Honestly, I’ll walk from Boston to NYC if I have to – dammit!)

IT’S A REVOLUTION

Starbucks now offers coconut milk!!!!

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The coffee chain doesn’t officially start serving coconut milk until tomorrow, but if you know how to charm your barista like I do you’ll be able to get an exclusive taste 24 hours early. Which I HIGHLY recommend you do because it is deeeelicious!

That is all. Cheers!

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Samantha

P.S. Apologies for my sad eyes that totally misrepresent my enthusiasm on this historical day. I’M SO EXCITED I SWEAR.

Shitty People

Because I have a paper due in a few hours that I haven’t even started yet.

I feel like I’ve been on this earth long enough to have dealt with a wide variety of human beings. I’ve been friends, acquaintances, and interacted with the nicest people in the world and the worst. Today I am choosing to tell you about the worst kind of people, because nice people, as wonderful as they are, simply do not make for a great story/life lesson.

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I was friends with a person in high school (no names will be used for the sake of their dignity and my safety) who was what I believed to be the “best” kind of person. Though to my disappointment, and surprise at the time, this person turned out to in fact be the shittiest kind of person. This person’s awfulness was not due to the fact that they weren’t there for me as a friend or even the fact that they took too much and gave to little. No – the reason this friend-turned-faux was the shittiest type of person was simply because prior to deciding they no longer wanted to be friends with a “basic bitch” like me, they led me to believe that our friendship and their genuineness would last forever. The worst type of people in this world are the deceitful ones, the ones who in a matter of seconds go from your best friend to your worst enemy with no explanation as to why. Perhaps what makes me the most angry about this situation and others like it, is not because I was friends with a shitty person, but because that shitty person denied their shittiness. If you’re not a nice person then I suggest you own it, don’t go twinkling around convincing people you’re not awful. OWN YOUR SHITTY PERSONALITY. BE A SHITTY PERSON. But don’t pretend to be someone you’re not, because then you’re not just a shitty person, but a phony person too.

Holden, of The Catcher in the Rye, says it best:

“One of the biggest reasons I left Elkton Hills was because I was surrounded by phonies. That’s all. They were coming in the goddam window. For instance, they had this headmaster, Mr. Haas, that was the phoniest bastard I ever met in my life… I mean if a boy’s mother was sort of fat or corny-looking or something, and if somebody’s father was one of those guys that wear those suits with very big shoulders and corny black-and-white shoes, then old Haas would just shake hands with them and give them a phony smile and then he’d go talk, for maybe a half an hour, with somebody else’s parents. I can’t stand that stuff. It drives me crazy. It makes me so depressed I go crazy. I hated that goddam Elkton Hills.”

I’m not quite sure how to say this, but it’s almost like Holden and I live in two parallel worlds – except “Elkton Hills” is my hometown. I don’t think I’ve felt this connected to another person before in my life, and it’s a damn character in a book. Wow, that’s really sad, I think it’s time for me to go write that paper now.

Samantha

I am a Stereotype

…except like WAY better.

So here I am, shopping bags in one hand and a single-pump cinnamon dolce latte in the other – but don’t call me a “white girl”.

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Reasons why I am a stereotype:

  1. I say dumb things like “There’s no such thing as too much tequila.” (sad, but true story).
  2. I treat Starbucks like it’s a drug.
  3. I flip my hair every three seconds.
  4. I find happiness in spending money (especially when it comes to sales).
  5. And I wear heels even when there’s two feet of snow on the ground.

Reasons why I am not a stereotype:

  1. I am incredibly opinionated.
  2. I have lots and lots of goals for myself and my career.
  3. I am constantly eating and/or thinking about food.
  4. I thrive in diverse settings.
  5. And my iTunes library is absolutely nothing like you would imagine it to be.

Stereotypes can be fun to joke and laugh about at times, but what’s not fun about a stereotype is when someone doesn’t want to interact with you based on the person they think you are. It is to those people that I’d like to say – get to know someone (aka this white girl!) before you judge them to be “boring” or “annoying” based on the stereotype you’ve subconsciously given them. The stereotypical aspects about me (identified above) are true, but every other “white girl” stereotype you have in your head go ahead and delete them now because that is not who I am. And I know I speak for a lot of people in discussing such a sensitive topic – specifically those of you who have been handed a stereotype by your peers based on an ignorant perception and opinion made of you. So in some ways, yes, we all belong to a stereotype – but in many other ways we do not.

Samantha

How the Snowpacolypse Changed Me

I write to you from a bus – seated next to an old man who smells like farts and sips from a bottle of cough syrup – just thought you should know that.

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*This is the only picture I’ve taken over the last few days – me with my legs crossed (like a lady), clenching my Starbucks (like a white girl), and sitting in South Station (like a loner).*

So I’m stuck in my sheltered little basement dorm room for a full 24 hours – now what? Well, in my observations of those around me, I decide that snow days should be days of absolute nothing. I pull up Netflix, throw off my pants, throw a few blankets over me, and tuck a bag of Veggie Sticks under my arm. All of a sudden, only about four hours in (and a bag of Veggie Sticks later), I am angry, annoyed, twitching, and develop this unsettling feeling in my gut. Why?! I simply cannot bear the idea of sitting in the same spot doing the same thing for an extended period of time. It is PAINFUL. I start to question my life and my future, and before I know it I’ve convinced myself that my life is going n o w h e r e . The sad thoughts of my sad future make me want to cry, puke, and throw a puppy all at the same time. But then I got over it.

As a college student living in a Boston suburb, it is very hard to imagine what my future has in store. My routine becomes too normal for my liking and I grow sick of always seeing the same faces. I am constantly reminding myself why I am where I am – which is a horrible feeling. This is just the first step on your journey to success. One day you’ll be some crazy successful woman living in New York City. One day you will be the woman that girls your age aspire to become. ONE DAY! Then my stomach settles and I get right back into my same old routine with a semi-genuine smile slapped across my face. The day of the snowpocalypse arouses one of those moments and despite my desperate self-motivating techniques I could not escape my funk. So this got me thinking and thinking some more and thinking even more. After all, I was stuck in confinement for 24 hours, for the first time ever gagging at the idea of turning on Netflix, and had nothing to do but allow my mind to wonder. Maybe I should move to California? No, I can’t be that far from my mom. Maybe I should drop out of school? No, then I’d seriously be lost. Maybe I should DO SOMETHING? YES SAM, THAT’S IT!!!! It suddenly became clear to me that this routine and life I had become all too accustomed to was simply making me unhappy and not even one of my fancy self-given pep talks was going to cheer me up. I simply needed to DO SOMETHING.

So here I am, on a packed bus home to Connecticut, excited for a nice change in scenery. Plans are currently in progress, but a weekend of adventure is most definitely in store. And that’s that. It’s time for Sam to do things, see things, meet new people, and remove herself from the tiny little bubble of a college-student life. I will leave it at that – more (exciting???) details to come! CHEERS TO THE FREAKIN’ WEEKEND.

Samantha

The Neck of a Turtle

I haven’t worn a turtleneck since I was eight years old.

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I’ve totally become a safe-dresser and I totally have a problem with that. I think my safe-dressing has become the result of laziness – laziness to put any extra effort into getting dressed for the day. BUT THAT STOPS HERE. So if I was a new year resolution-ist, I’d have to say that my resolution for the year 2015 would be to take more fashion risks.

This is where the turtleneck comes into play. Turtlenecks have just come out of retirement and Samantha has just come out of laziness. My first thought when I heard the word “turtleneck” a few months back was, “NO WAY!” And it wasn’t a good “NO WAY I’m totally gonna go buy one” it was a “NO WAY I will NOT bring TURTLENECKS back!” Though reflecting on that moment now, I honestly believe that “NO WAY!” was out of fear. Fear of taking a risk, fear of looking like I was eight years old again, and fear of dressing different. But right here in this very moment I am making a promise to myself to no longer let my fears hold me back – especially when it comes to how I dress.

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Turtleneck is from Uniqlo, Pants are from Guess, and Shoes are from Sole Society.

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To you it may seem like just a turtleneck, but for me it’s about being who I want to be and letting absolutely nothing hold me back. After all, slow and steady wins the race – right?

Samantha

New Year, New Me?

Wrong. Same me.

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I’m having a tough time wrapping my head around the whole new year thing. This is probably due to the fact that up until two days ago (12/30/14) I was completely unaware that a new year was so so EXTREMELY close. For some reason I thought I had more time in 2014. So I apologize for my lack of sentimentality (?) but I cannot stand to be even a little bit sappy today, no matter how hard I try.

Allow me to return to the topic of “new year, new me” for a little. A lot of people view a new year as a new beginning, though in my opinion everyday could be perceived as a new beginning. Now I don’t mean to shun those of you who have a shopping-list of new year’s resolutions, resolutions are never bad. I guess what I’m trying to say is, if there is something you want to change about yourself/life or an opportunity you want to take or even a new activity you want to try, start today. When I say “today” I don’t mean the new year. “Today” represents any day and everyday. Resolutions should be made every single day, not just once every new year.

Aside from the resolutions, a new year is a great way/excuse to reflect on the old year. Reflecting has always been difficult for me because I am way too consumed in the present and even the future. Though what I must constantly remind myself of is how important reflection is to one’s success. So here I am forcing as many corny reflections as I possibly can out of the year 2014.

I traveled…

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Block Island, RI (favorite place in the world)

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Spring Break in Florida

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Visited Family in Santa Cruz, CA

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Road Tripped to San Francisco, CA

I created…

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A Lot of Art

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Pecan Bourbon Pie (ALL BY MYSELF)

I fell in love…

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With the Color Black

I discovered…

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Quincy Market Tree Lighting 2014

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First Red Sox Game – Fenway

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Copley Square/Newbury St (A LOT)

I donated…

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12 Inches of Hair to Locks of Love (BEST DECISION OF 2014)

I made dreams come true…

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Spent Summer in NYC

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Interned for Susanna Galanis

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Sipped Champagne at Bergdorf’s & Wished for Shoes at Barney’s

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Attended Fashion Week (Feat. Alexa, My Love)

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Met My Role Models (Diane von Furstenburg & Linda Fargo)

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Discovered the Magic of NYC Rooftops

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RAN – Two 5k Races & One Five Mile Race (PROUDEST ACCOMPLISHMENT OF 2014)

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Farewell, 2014 – you’ve been nothing short of fabulous!

Samantha

My Life Through Instagram

I am instagram crazy. Wait, no – I am instagram insane.

Here’s an update of my life through instagram pictures.

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I found myself in a Best Buy bathroom in Fenway the other night with crazy amazing lighting so I took a bathroom mirror selfie. I am def a little embarrassed but a lot happier with how the picture came out so I instagrammed it. via @SamanthaGuarnieri

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I have fallen IN LOVE with Nicole Richie’s hair color and am currently considering doing the same to my hair. Any thoughts??? Any objections??!!??!? via @NicoleRichie

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I made pumpkin spice waffles last weekend – I am so white, fat, and happy! via @SamanthaGuarnieri

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This wasn’t posted to instagram (yet) but I purchased my first Casio watch with some bday money I had and my mom made fun of me for it. LOVE YOU TOO MOM.

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I am currently saving up for/convincing my dad to get me a french bulldog because, well – just look at that face!!!! via @ShopRyanPorter

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Lately, I’ve found happiness in hamburger & french fries socks and white leather converse. This was taken last night when I lied in bed for a solid hour with only one shoe on because laziness.

 

Looking forward to the beautiful autumn week ahead – and the countless landscape pictures I’ll be liking on instagram!

Samantha

Bringin’ Back the 70s

My Visual Merchandising Professor told my class that the 70s color palette is coming back for Spring 2015, so here I am relaying that information to you.

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A very major part of all trends is color. Today I learned that there is even something out there called the “Color Association of the United States” who we can thank for bringing certain colors “in” and “out” depending on season and trend-forecasting. It’s crazy to think that there’s an association just for color, but then again there’s someone out there who makes a living off of naming nail polishes so I guess it’s not that crazy. Back to what I was saying before about the 1970s – when I think 70s I think bell-bottom jeans and shag rugs, which (thank goodness) are not the part of the 1970s designers chose to bring back for Spring 2015, but rather the colors from that groovy decade.

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Here’s a poster by Sebastian Nordlund created in (you guessed it!) 1976. This is a prime example of the colors you should be keeping your eye out for the Spring 2015 season.

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Elie Saab Spring 2015 RTW via Style.com

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Bally Spring 2015 RTW via Style.com

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Samantha