Freakin’ fabulous

This is so my idea of a dream proposal. It’s simple, private, and yet such an extravagant gesture.

The cool new sausage place off Union Square we keep walking past finally opened! Check out the cool interior!

In doing some research for my Halloween costume, I found these two really cool sites on vintage style:

Miss Vintage.com

That60sGirl.com

Check them out! It’s so cool how a lot of these fashions still look current. I think I’ve been on a bit of a vintage kick lately, since discovering awesome (and affordable) vintage stores in the East Village. On Sunday I found the perfect dress/Halloween getup at Tokio7 on East 7th Street between 1st and 2nd Ave. I also read this morning that Agyness Deyn shops at Trash & Vaudeville, a seriously hardcore goth store on St Mark’s. I need to work up the nerve to check that place out too!

Through a little bit of Internet perusing today, I found out that Agyness Deyn is my age! More specifically, she was born February 16, 1983. I wish I could just be her. Actually, scratch that. I don’t even want to be her, I just want her off-duty style.

I finally did the headstand today in Lindsay’s yoga class. My coworker, Lindsay, teaches at this gem in midtown east (right across the street from our office) and I’ve been going to her classes on Saturday afternoons. After painstakingly working on headstands for the last few months, I got up into the fetal position (on my head) and straightened my legs today.

It felt great. Actually, today was just a great day all around. I managed to do a ton of stupid little things I’ve been putting off, like sewing fallen buttons back on my clothes. I did some volunteer work, saw a few friends, ate at Rainbow Fallafel in Union Square (dubbed as one of NY’s best cheap eats, but we were all disappointed). All in all, a fabulous day. Ahhhh…

Over the last two weeks, I’ve noticed a very upsetting weight gain trend that I can’t seem to control. It’s like the numbers on the scale can’t stop creeping upwards, even though I haven’t changed my eating habits at all. I eat mostly the same quantities and snack a little less frequently, even. But alas, the jeans keep tightening and the numbers keep growing :(

I read an article yesterday about how seasonal affective disorder can cause an increase in weight. There was a list of symptoms, and the article said SAD can even begin in the fall. I definitely have a few of these, including serious moodiness and excessive sleep (I’ve been going to bad around 10PM almost every night of the last week, which totals a full 8 hours of sleep a night!) I guess the weight gain could also be attributed to a hormonal time of month where more water is retained, but I’ve seriously never seen the numbers go up this high. And no, it’s NOT muscle gain.

So as a result of this, I’m making some small cutbacks - something we’re all going to learn how to do anyway in the current economic state. Until the end of this year, I’m officially:

• Quitting drinking beer and liquor - I’ll only drink wine.
• Quitting drinking soda - I’ve already cut back on this after a recent bout of vending machine flirtation.
• Swearing off articifical sweeteners - I’ll have to either drink my coffee with just milk or stick to tea.

So I’ve decided to run this 10K on December 7th. I’ve started more or less following a training program (I finished run 1 of the second week today) and am really psyched, even though I had to weat earmuffs to run on the West Side Highway this morning.

Check out the training program:

I LOVE bosu balls. They are literally the coolest workout invention ever. Yesterday during my cardio sports circuit class we did full body crunches on a bosu ball and I was HURTIN’ this morning. They’re so much better for ab workouts than the huge blow up balls, and they work REALLY well when you flip them over for pushups or balancing on. Check out all the cool things you can do with them!

My birthday is now less than a month away and I’ve already started making my birthday wish list (coming soon). The thing is, I’m not making the wish list for anyone but me to fulfill. I really just enjoy the excuse to fantasize about treating myself.

Along those lines, I also have a confession to make. I’m not really dreading getting older like everyone else is. I kind of look forward to my thirties, which seem like they’ll be immensely more glam than my twenties. For one thing, I hear that once you turn 30 you’re not as plagued by angst and impatience.

Moreover, though, I can’t wait to have the money to shop at Miu Miu and Lanvin with my own damned money. I can’t wait to be the appropriate age to wear menswear-inspired power suits and red lipstick. Not that I don’t enjoy the freedom to dress scantily or look grunge, I’m just not afraid of change. As far as I’m concerned, if I’m diligent about the anti-wrinkle cream for the next five years, I’ll be all set.

It’s like Pandora for perfume: scentmap.com. Apparently my matches include Coco Chanel and Coco Mademoiselle. I think I want…