So, I have been subscribed to several subscription boxes over the last 4 years or so, some that I have really loved and some that I really didn't. I had mostly kept my boxes to makeup, pet stuff and nerdy stuff because I knew that any of those "style" boxes would just be for smaller sizes, whereas I am a bit more pluscious and need a larger size. Just a couple months ago, I saw an ad on Facebook for one called Dia https://www.dia.co/ that was supposed to be the plus-size version of the "most popular" styling box out there (https://www.stitchfix.com/ - whose website looks a lot like the Dia website, but is for sizes S-XL.) It was only $20 for a "styling fee" each month, and they take that amount out of whatever you decide to purchase from your …show more content…
Did I mention that I was not blessed in the butt department? There was also a polyester wrap dress that was exorbitantly expensive and fairly matronly, although I kind of liked the print. The absolute worst item was a dusky blue dress that looked like the worst fashion mistake to be made. It had weird, twisty material sleeves that were the least attractive length and the same weird twisting at the empire waistband area that was also an unattractive length. It was truly horrible. So...I decided to not keep any of the items this month because it was just a huge waste of money, but I'm still upset about it because I'm still out that $20. I am tentatively giving them one last chance (after MANY strong words about how their "styling" wasn't up to par in my eyes) with requests of green for my birthday. I am hoping they don't screw me on this last one since it IS for my
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“Connor, mom and I are going to make breakfast without dairy for you in about 15 minutes. We’ll need to leave our house at noon since we need to be there by 1:00 P.M.,” my dad claimed. After knowing this, I got a glass of refreshing ice water, went into my family room, and I took my usual spot on our couch to watch some television. I knew I was nervous, but I didn’t want that to conquer my success. Once I was settled in, my siblings came stampeding into the family room.
When the two men went to the same car dealership to see who would be helped in a decent manner, the salesman of the same racial descent as the African American tester, Glenn, was completely ignored. The white American tester, John, got help within the first few seconds of browsing from the same African American salesman that ignored Glenn (Harvey 1991). I was also surprised that Glenn was assumed to be attempting to commit a crime when browsing the record store, despite no obvious suspicious acts (Harvey 1991). Even when the two show the same need for assistance inside a store or in a parking lot, Glen was always ignored. Even the prices of items John asked about almost doubled when Glenn asked. Furthermore, when interviewed for job positions Glenn got lectured upon laziness, being late, and drug abuse, despite the preference on race over a criminal background (Pager 2007). Lastly, I was surprised they didn’t see who would be more likely to get help or hired in an inner city.
When I think about my red house, a free and easy feeling rushes over. Worries consisted of macaroni being too hot, swinging too high, and Dora, my first dog, pooping in my room. With bookshelves filled with stuffed animals and countless Pooh Bear toys, I was always content. The playground in my backyard provided days of fun, and nights in my mom and dad’s bed gave me peaceful and comforting sleep, preparing me for the next day of work. The kitchen was where I liked to claim I “worked”. Although I didn’t do a lot of the actual cooking, I liked to be there while my mom was. A love for cooking and baking developed at a young age, around the same time I realized I wanted to be just like my mom. The song “Best Day” by Taylor Swift perfectly describes
Navy Pier was a magnificent city, with Roman-Style stadiums and exquisite building styles. Yesterday, I saw a “Sold” sign on a downtrodden house across our apartment. The old owners had stayed there for years, refusing to believe that there was nothing suspicious about their residence. However, rumor has it that there is an invisible ghost living inside that very house. That “sold” sign raised many questions in my head, especially how the neighbors would react.
When I get ready for baseball, I do it slowly so I won't overlook or forget anything . First, I find my navy blue jersey with a big bright red "A" on the chest area. Then, I put my sliding shorts that's padded all inside on so it won't hurt when I slide. I grab my long white baseball pants that look like sweatpants, put them on to protect my legs, and zip them up. It's a different type of material that feels soft . Next, I put my rose red belt on and tuck my shirt in. After that, I place my navy blue cap on top of my head, grab my white Oakley's with a reddish orangish lens and set it on the bill of my hat. I go find my lucky gold chains, put them around my neck and slap my wrist bands on. I make sure I've packed all my equipment, for example
My family and my uncle's family has attended Six Flags together for the past 8 years. This year was going to be different for everyone and especially me.
Natasha Romanoff smirks as she watches a wayward demi-god grimace at the sealed package of cup-a-noodles in his hand. He leans a hip against the island counter, habitually feigning nonchalance. However, as an astute student of body language she can read the subtle tension in musculature of his face. She pauses for only an instant at the entryway to observe him, confirming for herself again, that he actually is trying fit in here. She would never presume to mention it to Director Fury, not without a direct inquiry from him, but she had had her own concerns when S.H.I.E.L.D. agreed to take Loki on as part of some sort of Asgardian rehabilitation program. Now she’s less certain of her opinion. Not wanting to be noticed spying, she breezes into the common area and crosses to the refrigerator, perusing the offerings briefly before grabbing a bottled smoothie. She can feel
“The nurse said she was running a fever of 102. They tried to call her parents, but they were apparently in the middle of a crucial heart transplant,” Phoenix said after a few moments of silence. I mentally sighed. My mom is cardiothoracic surgeon, and my dad is her assistant. I think it’s cute that they work together, but that means whenever Mom has to perform a surgery, Dad has to go too. And I’ve seen my fair share of nannies and babysitters in my lifetime because of it.
When I was younger around the age of 8-10. I think it was an a saturday and I was playing pokemon on my silver Gameboy. Mom then came in the room and explain to me that we were going to my grandma Agar’s house to go swim in their huge clear cold water pool and eat at favorable cook out. But my mom also said I had to keep my Gameboy trapped at home, that broke my tiny heart . So we arrive at my grandparents big white house, I also see all of my family and my grandparents eyes as they followed our car while pulling into the large drive in.
It's been a very busy summer so far. At the end of July, we returned from 23 days in Germany and Scotland.
“Look on the flip side we found a lighter that changes colors,” coolly responded Derick.
Jesse sat with his back straight in a white highchair. Wearing a striped gray onesie his fair skin could only be scene on his face, neck and hands. His entire head was covered with three-inch strands of light red-brown curly hair and his eyes were dark brown. His highchair was located in the far right corner of the kitchen next to the fridge. His mother sat directly across from him placing cooked cubed sardines, sweet potatoes and beets on his highchair tray. He picked up a piece of sweet potato with his right hand, bit a centimeter off and dropped the rest of the potato onto his lap. He then held a sardine cube in his right hand and raised both his hands two inches above his shoulders. He released the cube and smiled by raising the
As a woman I can testify that finding the perfect outfit is never easy. I am capable of recognizing appealing styles on others but I lack confidence when it comes to shopping for myself. With this in mind I recently signed up with a company whose goal is to take away the stresses of hunting for an ideal wardrobe. The success of this business could make countless women very happy. The best part is, it’s not too good to be true. Stitch Fix involves setting up an account, reserving a date to receive a “fix,” then reviewing the items sent by your stylist and deciding if it is all worth the cost.
I've passed by the windows of both locations frequently over the years and always saw really pretty dresses displayed on the mannequins, but for some reason I just never got around to going inside. Last month I passed by one of the stores and saw a few vibrantly colored sun dresses inside the window display and decided that I had to go in. Inside I found the store to be a little smaller than I expected but it was still cute with hardwood floors, pastel colored walls, and soft lighting. Even though Fashion Tomato was really small, I still found it difficult to find all of the dresses that were displayed in the windows which were what drew me into the store in the first place. So I did have to ask one of the sales associated for help on finding what I wanted and she was really friendly and got me everything I wanted. ] Most of the dresses that I wanted were already sold out in my size, so I had to browse around to find other things that I wanted. It was at this point that I immediately realized that Fashion Tomato put out most of their best dresses in the window displays. And the majority of the rest of the merchandise left in the store was OK, or full out tacky. I saw that a lot of the dresses and most of the tops at Fashion Tomato were made out of cheap synthetic fabrics, and I also noticed hanging threads from a few of them. Even though the quality of these clothes was bad like a store such as Forever 21, I noticed that the prices weren't as cheap as Forever 21. The clothes ranged from $20 for t-shirts, to $70 or more for some dresses, even though that's not expensive I thought that Fashion Tomato was definitely over charging for 70% of their clothes. Even though I really didn't see anything in Fashion Tomato as fabulous as the dresses