Sunday, September 21, 2014

Fashion Sin No More!

If you have been paying attention on twitter the past week, you have known a few things - I was excited about going to be out with my friends last night and I was going to commit a fashion sin and I really didn't care about it.  So, how was the event?  The event was great and I looked too cute.  

What did I wear?  I wore white after Labor Day - a white dress at that.  It was around this time last year I wrote a post about rocking your color.  I don't know if I put it out there then, but let me put it out there now - I never wore white before.  I personally don't think I look good in white...until this year.  I took a risk, bought a white dress, and it looked great on me last night.  I've had this dress all summer and last night was the first time I wore it.  In fact, the tags were still on it until last night.  

You cannot see the entire outfit because I took a famous selfie in the car, but you can see enough of the white.  However, there is another photo that I wish I had gotten.  When we got to the event, there was another plus diva there in white shorts!  Now, I had a pair of those too, but the shirt I was going to wear with it made it look like I didn't have on any shorts (LOL).  

But what did I learn last night?  There is NO rule about wearing white after Labor Day.  Well, at least in my book there is no rule.  If that is what you want to do, then rock the hell out of some white all year long, even in the snow.  Whatever your style is, just be you and don't let anyone else tell you that you shouldn't wear it.  

By the way, if you have been keeping up with my white fashion struggles, this is something you remember.  I'm still not interested in wearing white on my wedding day, but that is obviously a long way out. A very long way out.  

Friday, September 19, 2014

The key

Well, I don't know how long this one is going to be.  You never know with me - just depends on how I am feeling.  This post is all coming from a comment that was left on a photo I posted to my personal Facebook page.  The comment was nice and made me feel good, but I couldn't help but wonder what she was thinking about herself when she made the comment.  

In more or less words, she said, "I wish I had your confidence."  There has never been a day that I have been afraid of taking photos.  On the other hand, I will admit that it was a photo that made me change my eating habits.  Trust me, it was worth a thousand words and I started making changes the following weekend.  

I love photos and I have always been confident in them, but never did I think I would see the day I would be confident enough to march into an agency and get signed.  I'm loving what I am doing and I am loving the photo shoots and I love sharing my photos with you.  However, if I can make one person feel better about themselves or help give them the confidence to go for it, that is worth more to me than any photo in my portfolio.  

I told her that she had the confidence.  She's a beautiful mom of 3, a wonderful wife, and I love being around her when I get the chance.  Confidence means more than beauty.  She's confident enough to go hiking, rock climbing, extreme biking, and other things.  I don't have the confidence to do any of those things.  I think that is awesome and I love her for it.  

It's all about how you see yourself.  If you are confident in cute clothes, get you some cute clothes.  If you are confident in a certain style of shoes, get a closet full.  If you are confident in a certain color, wear it out!  In all that you do, be confident.  

Just in case you were wondering, here is the photo that received the comment.  Shoutout to my wonderful photographer from FFS Model and Talent Agency. If you are in North or South Carolina and wanting to give this thing a try, check them out.  You never know until you try.  I gave it a try and look at me - I'm not where I want to be, but I will get there eventually.  

Saturday, September 13, 2014

Battle of the boots

I know there are not a lot of full body photos of myself in this blog.  Don't worry, I am going to work on changing that because some of these posts really (and I mean REALLY) are worthy of photos.  This is one of those posts, but since I don't have any, just take my word for it.  

I'm a plus diva.  You already know that by the few photos you have seen of me and because this blog is called #ThePlusDiaries.  Well, there is one fabulously toned part of my body that I love - my legs.  My calf muscles are on point.  They are so on point that someone in m college days got bold in front of his girlfriend and asked to touch my legs.  We were all cool, so we all laughed it off and me being silly put my leg in his reach.  Those were fun times before life got so serious.  I digress...

Well, those gorgeous legs are the result of calf muscles.  I force myself to walk, even when I don't get the chance to work out.  If the weather is comfy, I don't mind parking further away so I can walk.  When I'm at work, I prefer to use the printer across the hall instead of the one right behind me because it forces me to walk.  You get what I am trying to say.  Here is the thing with calf muscles, it is really hard to find boots that fit my legs.  

I'm not ashamed to say this, but I wear anywhere from a size 9 to a size 11, depending on how the shoe is made.  Of course, most of my closet holds size 10.  Heels, boots, flip flops, flats, sandals, the majority are 10s.  So, you have the back story.  Time for me to get you to today.  

I took a kiddo with me shopping today.  That is always interesting.  However, this kiddo is rather outspoken and she will speak her mind when you least expect it.  So, we go to Kohl's to get a present for someone and she helps me pick it out.  However, I was looking for some boots and decided to take a chance and go look in their shoe department.  Of course I see some that I like - that is always the case when I go shoe shopping.  On the other hand, I have to admit that I wasn't too confident about actually finding something that could cover the calves without me having a workout to get that accomplished.  

Back to the outspoken kiddo.  She asks, "What size do you wear?"  Me: "Size 10".  She replies, "I thought you wore an 11."  I laughed because people think I wear a 7 or 8, but little miss outspoken saw the truth.  Can't be mad at her for that.  Well, I find a pair of shoes I LOVE!!!  However, since they do not say "wide width" on the box, I'm a little deflated.  On the other hand, you never know until you try.  

I sit down.  I say a quiet prayer.  I put on the boot.  Since there is not a zipper, I'm seriously nervous because I didn't notice that while I was falling in love with them.  The beautiful brown beauties that come all the way up to my knee that are in a size 10 FIT!!!  Yes, the boots fit!  I wanted to let out a scream, but there were 2 things stopping me - 1: There were people around me and 2: I had already talked to the kiddo about using her inside voice, so I figured that I needed to use mine.  

Happily, I grab my box and head to check out the store.  Here was the even better deal, I had 2 coupons that I was able to use and with the sales and the coupons, I saved around 64 bucks.  Doesn't get much better than that.  

So, tonight, Kohl's was my hero!!!  I had been looking for brown boots for a couple of weeks, mainly because I needed them for an outfit for next Saturday.  A place that I normally don't shop at was my boot lifesaver today and it was pretty awesome.  I now know to put Kohl's on my list of places to go if (let's be serious), WHEN I need shoes.  

Thursday, September 11, 2014

I will never forget

For me to have such a way with numbers, it's hard for people to believe me when I tell them that I don't remember the exact time.  However, I can remember where I was.  I was 16.  A junior in high school.  Sitting in Spanish class watching the towers fall.  That was second period.  Then there was lunch.  Third period came and I remember our teacher just let us sit there and work on an assignment, but we could take it home to finish if we wanted to watch the coverage.  Fourth period came and that meant having to leave to go to a different campus.  Living so close to a metropolitan area and less than an hour away from an airport, it was very weird to be outside and not see a plane in the sky.  My dad picked me up from school (he didn't buy me a car until 5 days later) and we talked and with him having a military background, he just knew that we were getting ready to go to war.  My mom finally got home from work and she hugged me tighter than she ever did before.  As a family, we sat up late and watched the coverage.  

The next morning, I went off to school and first period was history class.  The sad irony is that the day before, history had changed.  The announcements came on and I remember people crying during the Pledge of Allegiance.  I also remember someone who had never said it with the class standing with us.  It was time to go to second period and unlike the day before, time didn't seem to stand still.  

That's my 9/11 story.  What's yours?  

Saturday, September 6, 2014

The caption

Photos are worth a thousand words, right?  Well, I saw a photo today that sent me through a couple of emotions and everything in between a brief chuckle to sadness.  Ok - here goes.  

I was looking at photos today and I ran across one of a plus size lady in the beach in a 2 piece.  Nope, not a tankini (like I sport), but a for real 2 piece.  She was sitting in the sand and for real, she had a lot of size on her.  Truthfully, it looked like that water park scene in Norbit.  You know what I'm talking about.  I'm not making fun of her, but that is the only comparison I can think of.  

The caption on the photo made me chuckle.  Then after it wore off I wondered, I wonder what people thought or even said to her at the beach?  This was an ACTUAL photo.  Not photo shopped.  Not staged.  Not taken out of a magazine bashing thick chicks.  This photo was from a beach trip of someone I know.  After I wondered what was said to the lady in the photo, I wondered what she thought when she decided to not only purchase the bathing suit, but when she wore it.  

In my opinion, I think she has to have some type of confidence to wear what she wore.  I'm not knocking it.  If you are comfortable with that and you can take what people are gong to say and do to you, go for it.  However, if you cannot do this, why do this to yourself?  

Don't get me wrong, I'm sure thick chicks in one pieces get talked about - that is just the way of the world.  On the other hand, I just couldn't imagine putting myself through that.  If me, a thick chick, got a chuckle from just seeing the photo with the caption, what did other people think, say, and do to her?  I cannot imagine.  

What's is my point?  My thing has always been this - if you can help it, do not give people the opportunity to talk about you.  They are already going to do it without you helping them out.  However, if that is what she wanted to do, who am I to stop her?  

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

The "thing"

Well, in my last post, I told you about my injury.  In case you missed it, here it is in the short version - I was in a car wreck, I've been injured, I'm still under a doctor's care, and I have to have an MRI now.  So, in other words, the saga continues, but I press on.  

After today's trip to the doctor, I wasn't feeling too happy.  It was horrible, in my opinion, and I just wanted to do something that makes any grown woman happy.  Physical therapy may be tomorrow, but retail therapy took place today!  Who was the lucky store today?  Old Navy!

Yes, I took my wonderful self right to Old Navy.  I went because I needed a pick me up and because I was looking for a particular item.  When I went over there to where I was looking, I found they didn't have what I wanted in my size.  Well, what did I do?  I did like any decent female and went over to find me a gorgeous pair of jeans.  Well, I'm not sure if you can tell from my photos on Instagram and Twitter (same name on all social networking sites - @TheShaylaEm), but I am not extremely tall.  I have to buy "short" when it comes to lengths and I am cool with it.  Apparently, I'm not the only person that has to buy that because I had to really dig today.  However, I found what I was looking for.  

Got the jeans, so now I had to complete the entire outfit.  I found me a beautiful burgundy top (well, around here, it's call garnet - #GoGamecocks).  In fact, the lady that checked me out asked me if that was my team - that is a totally different blog because I am not from South Carolina.  In the dressing room (try on EVERYTHING, ladies), I felt like a new person.  I felt so gorgeous and I was just in the dressing room.  I can imagine what I am going to feel like when I wear my outfit with my heels and a cute jacket.  

I don't know what you have going on.  It may be an injury.  It may be someone getting on your nerves.  It may be an array of things.  I say this to you, even if retail therapy is you going to buy a pair of earrings, go get yourself.  It was amazing how a new outfit changed how I felt about my day.  Clothes, jewelry, whatever your "thing" is, it can really make you feel better.  I know my new outfit made my day.