Fake It Till You Make It

I'm in The Big Room, Pup's MacBook on my lap, clicking around my blogs, drinking my morning coffee.

I have to work at The Turnstyle later today so I'm enjoying my early time spent alone, fireplace on, Lorenzo's cat on my lap, mind spinning on what I could be accomplishing.

Not lying when I say I have projects, started for real and started only in my head. At this very moment, the house looks like an episode from Hoarders. And it's all my stuff.

A pile of ironing draped over a chair here in The Big Room, various scarves draped over the couch in the living room waiting for my approval to wear when leaving the house (really? they have to STAY there?), piles of stuff from our shopping yesterday still on the island in the kitchen, messy bowls and measuring cups from whoopie pie making last night (Pup HAD to have a whoopie pie pan from BB&B. I'm telling you - that recipe was complicated and I didn't think they were very good - SUGAR HIGH!), magazines strewn all over the desk next to the pit-couch where I sit in The Big Room. A mess. Not hot either. Just a mess.

But that's okay. I'll get to everything. I will.

Meanwhile, George knows what to do even while surrounded by his own mess.

Nap in the sun, close those eyes and relax, it will all get done.

Quote

The cure for boredom is curiosity. There is no cure for curiosity.
~Dorothy Parker

Hot Men Friday

Enrique Iglesias

I have never paid too much attention to either him or his dad. When I hear either of them sing somewhere I usually enjoy it, but haven't run out to purchase anything. I'm a bitch.

But I saw him on X FACTOR  (which I am enjoying more than I'm willing to admit) and bam! He's adorable. You may know how I feel about a pouty, broody face. And lips. And hair. Okay - I better quit thinking these bad thoughts since he's such a young un.

Pretty cute though.

No apologies for the manalicious shot. It's good.

How's Your Hair?

Yeah! I have bad hair! I have to straighten and straighten to get it to even borderline-behave. Which do you prefer? :)

Sidebar: I cannot take my eyes off of the smudges on Pup's filing cabinets. Makes me CRAZY! lol

BTW - I am wearing purple in support of Spirit Day:

Millions of Americans wear purple on Spirit Day as a sign of support for lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender (LGBT) youth and to speak out against bullying.

What are you doing on this wonderful day?

Smooches my hooches.

Consigning Women

The best part of working in a consignment store, for me, is all the women.

I love men, but hanging out with women every day is great.

Good and bad. We're an awesome bunch.

The pain-in-the-ass women I see come in and out of the shop I can easily dismiss when the joy-to-be-around women outnumber them so.

I could talk about the consigner who said to me in a voice dripping with bitchitude after I had to ask her last name for a second time, "Sweetie, did you skip lunch today"? She wasn't worried about my blood sugar, she was just a bitch. Next! lol

Or the woman who said to me yesterday while she was picking up a few of her items that were expiring from her contract, "Oh I'm so exhausted! I can't possibly find these. Where are the blazers?" Here they are woman, you can do it. What? You won't recognize your own blazers? How would I recognize them?? And I promptly made myself scarce. (Store policy is consigners have to find their own property; we just don't have time to pull everyone's consignments at the end of their contracts. They know this, but manipulation is the name of the game.)

I'd rather talk about all the other women.

The ones that are in the middle of losing weight and dropping off one size of clothing to consign while shopping the store for a smaller size.

The ones that are young mothers and just want a minute to shop. A minute to find something cute they can afford because they're SAHM's and the budget is a bit tight for cute stuff.

The ones that come to me to ask for help, guidance, color advice, fit advice, styling advice. So open and appreciative.

The mothers and daughters that shop together. The daughter helping mom stay current without looking crazy. The mom pitching in on a few items the daughter wants just because she loves her.

The husbands and wives that come in where the husband is truly interested in watching her try on a few dresses. How awesome is that hubby?

The best friends that shop the store, calling out to each other as they find something incredible for the other one. "Roxanne! You have to try on this top! It will show off your twin sisters perfectly! You have the boobies for it!"

The ones that are just joys to meet and you get to chat for a hot minute with them. Laugh with them. Some days, even cry with them.

I just love women!

Smooches to all of you and I wish all of you could come in my store and we could laugh and cry and shop and look adorable.

Who Are You?

What is this place called Fashion Plate? The blog with the name-that-makes-no-sense?

Am I a fashion-blogger? Nope.
Am I a design-blogger? Nope.
Am I a mommy-blogger? Nope.
Am I a funny-blogger? Nope.
Do I write poems? Nope.
Do I write life-lessons? Nope.
Do I photograph awesome stuff? Nope. Not much anyway.

What the hell do I do?

• I twist my hair like it's my job.
• I stand in the middle of rooms and wonder where to start.
• I laugh abruptly.
• I cry easily.
• I procrastinate as though I'm training for a competition.

I kind of meander along. Scattered a bit.

Um, yeah. Note flip-flops and awesome pedicure.

This is why I love the fall season. It is a beginning to me. The season marks the beginning of all the new fall fashions, all the new fall television shows (come on - we know it's fun to watch a few new ones), all the new fall classes, all the new fall students returning to school, all the projects to list down that couldn't be done during the hot summer season.

Leaves get picked up, gardens get plucked, cars get vacuumed and scrubbed, windows in houses get cleaned. Shiny and new and lovely as a new penny.

What are you about? What is your favorite season?

Supererogatory Shots - you be the judge

Pup's real name revealed. ¡Asustadizo!

Crazy Calvin

Promises Promises!

I keep promising that I'll:

1. clean my office. Umm . . . yeah.
2. stop killing all of my plants. What's happening???
3. take photos of the big room to post. Aaah . . . yeah.
4. bring in that pile of clothing thrown over a dining room chair into work to consign. I think I'm afraid of being judged! Ha and wussy!
5. work out. The workout room in the dungeon really mocks me. Daily.
6. eat better. Okay - that one I really am working on.
7. stop repeating myself constantly; if not daily. I'm not certain how to fix this one. I don't know I'm doing it!
8. enjoy winter this year. No complaining.
9. stop letting time fly by without my noticing it! It's really starting to scare me.

Meanwhile:

1. I am enjoying my new job and all the awesome muchachas lindas that I work with. They all call each other dorks so I fit RIGHT IN! Amazing how that works out sometimes right?
2. We had a family meeting (Pup's fam) at our place and I was petted and coddled and praised for all the awesomeness that is our house. I blushed like a teenage bride.
3. I am preparing notes and a list of all the managery things I'll be able to do for Pup once he and I buy into the new biz (in the spring - yahoo! He's expanding his business in a HUGE way and needs to hire someone and who better than yo for that? Keep the money honey. Keep it in the family as Pup says. Why not? I super duper enjoyed working for him last winter before I took the job at The Tumbler. It was a bit surprising to both of us how well that went. Sometimes hubs and wifes shouldn't. It did help that I had my own office.
4. summer is ever so slowly turning into fall and that, this year anyway, is making me so happy because I do love the fall even though it means winter is on its way.

Aaaaaah breakfast out. What could be better than that?

SHOPPING! I texted this photo to Bella to show her I was expanding from my normal palate of gray!  Exciting yes? hehehe

As always, I am super duper jealous of this cat's sleeping ability.

This is why I fit right in with the other dorks. I am one. Yes, those are Crocs. Don't hate me.

My last name starts with a W. Is the Universe trying to tell me something?

What's on My Blackberry?

I've been obsessed with vanity plates for a while now. I love how they can be ever so clever or ever so dumb or ever so amusing.

In fact Pup just got the vanity plates he had been craving for the longest time. They say who he is and what he does. And since we'll be expanding his biz soon that can't be bad.

Little Sweet Nothings from My Pup

My husband is hilarious to me.

On our first date he said so many inappropriate things that he had me (and I mean this literally) rolling with laughter on a pool table in the pub near my house where I would meet all of my Match.com dates.

But I had been on so many incredibly boring Match.com dates that he was a breath of fresh air. Gasping for air, fresh air. The man makes me laugh.

He is also not a romantic.

Oh, he remembers the color of my knickers from our first date, easily spotted while I was rolling around on that pool table apparently, and he made me swoon a bit on that first date by holding my hands across the table while telling me about the movies in which Meg Ryan has shown her 'fun bags.' His words.

Don't let all of that fool you. He is not a romantic.

But I laughed and laughed until tears were streaming down my face.

He makes me laugh every day.

Here are the different ways my husband woos me. Every day.

But please stop reading now if you are easily offended, a my child, eating breakfast, ever wanting to eat breakfast again, or just not "that kind of girl."

If you're a man, maybe these would work for you? No?

My Pup means all of these in the most loving way.

• How about a quick bone for the road?
• I'd love me some whisker lickins!
• Come on! A little pickle-tickle?
• Aren't you happy to know I want to stick my rod in your piston?
• You should wear looser shorts so I can put the trouser-snake right up there.
• Really! Let me put my wiener in your bun.
• Get upstairs, I want to poke you in the whiskers.
• Wanna ride the bologna pony?
• Drop trou and I'll do ya. Right here.
• Come 'er; I wanna pop you in the heinie.
• I gotta kiss the 'girls' goodbye. You know the rules.
• Time for a titty-tickle?

How can I resist? The man has a way with words.