Searching Within 100 Miles

The art of making small-town life feel glamorous

  • 28th February
    2012
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Pantyhose are tight in the waist. Sometimes they itch. They snag. They tear. But I still miss the days when it was the norm to wear them.
Bare legs look better than pantyhose if your legs are perfect. I’d trade the physical discomfort of pantyhose for the pressure of having perfectly smooth, tanned legs any day.
Whenever I watch “One Fine Day” — one of my favorite romantic comedies from the ’90s — I look at Michelle Pfeiffer’s workday ensemble and long for the days when I could throw on a pair of nude pantyhose and no one would make a comment about how obsolete they are.

Pantyhose are tight in the waist. Sometimes they itch. They snag. They tear. But I still miss the days when it was the norm to wear them.

Bare legs look better than pantyhose if your legs are perfect. I’d trade the physical discomfort of pantyhose for the pressure of having perfectly smooth, tanned legs any day.

Whenever I watch “One Fine Day” — one of my favorite romantic comedies from the ’90s — I look at Michelle Pfeiffer’s workday ensemble and long for the days when I could throw on a pair of nude pantyhose and no one would make a comment about how obsolete they are.

  • 28th February
    2012
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Did I ever mention that I have the cutest dog ever? His name is Louis, and he loves to be lazy.  He also loves sniffing around in the dirt, so that’s why his beard is always dirty.  

I adopted him about a year and a half ago. The story my sisters always tell about Louis is how he thought I sucked for about two weeks after I brought him home. We laugh about it now. Of course, Louis was just scared and had to readjust to a new home. Initially, he would sit in the same chair every day and refuse to get up, even for food. He wouldn’t look at anyone or answer to his name. 

Now, after learning to trust each other, we are best friends for life. He kept me company through the exhausting intellectual marathon of law school and then the bar exam. He loves to snuggle and lets me treat him like a teddy bear. He does a happy dance every time I walk through the front door. All in all, he’s a pretty perfect companion.

  • 24th February
    2012
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I read a lot of style blogs, which means I’ve read a lot of posts where bloggers talk about their essential beauty products. Quite often, the obnoxious implication of these posts is that the girls writing them are so beautiful they don’t actually need beauty products. (“All I need is brow gel and a dab of lip balm on my cheeks!”)

I’m never going to give up trying to be one of those obnoxious girls. But so far, my number of essential beauty products still hovers around 15. I have to carry most of them with me because, makeup or no makeup, my face returns to its natural state by about noon. I have a giant purse, so it’s all good.

Here are the beauty products that I carry with me in my new, roomy Birchbox makeup bag:

- Bath and Body Works Shea Cashmere hand cream

- NARS lipstick in Heat Wave (a red lipstick for when I want bright lips)

- Tweezerman eyelash curler

- Origins GinZing Refreshing eye cream (depuffs and cools my naturally baggy eyes)

- Benefit “Hello Flawless!” SPF 15 (a powder/concealer)

- Clean and Clear Oil Absorbing Sheets (duh)

- Neutrogena Healthy Skin Smoothing Stick (probably the most important thing in this list)

- Befine Lip Serum (great lip balm; not so thick that I can’t put lipstick on top)

- Clinique Chubby Stick Moisturizing Lip Colour Balm in Chunky Cherry (for when I want color on my lips, but not lipstick)

- Rubber band(s) and bobby pins

- La Fresh Acetone-Free Nail Polish Remover (I have a bad habit of picking at my nail polish if I don’t remove it right away when it starts to chip.)

  • 23rd February
    2012
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  • 21st February
    2012
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Challenge accepted

Thanks to the Internet, there is less and less about small-town life to complain about.  

Well, there are a few complaints.  The persistent appeal of the stacked bob.  The rhinestone flip-flops.  The aluminum-sided strip malls.  The billboard messages from God.

Most days, however, things like that are petty annoyances compared to the ease and comfort of living in a town that has fewer than 75,000 people.  There are very few hipsters.  There is a Sonic on every corner.  There are virtually no consequences for forgetting to lock my car.  And, as this article on The Gloss points out, I can throw on a pair of skinny jeans and become a street-style sensation.

I love fashion and art and travel, and usually I can find access to all those things, though sometimes it takes a little extra effort.  I named this blog “Searching Within 100 Miles,” because that’s what I have to do every time use a store locator online.

So where do I live, exactly?  I’m a Louisianan.  I live and work in Lake Charles but spend most of my weekends in Alexandria, where my boyfriend just started his first big-kid lawyer job.  How do I explain these towns to you?  Maybe I’ll put it this way: Lake Charles is big enough to have a Gap, but not a Banana Republic.  Alexandria is big enough to have an Old Navy, but not a Gap.  

Finding the perfect party dress?  Challenge accepted.