Oh say can you see, in malls and online, the star-spangled signs for Presidents' Day sales? Most major retailers would have you believe that the sales this weekend are too big to miss, but that's not entirely true.
Have you ever found yourself walking out of the mall with a Victoria's Secret bag, wondering how the heck you spent THAT much on ONE bra? Anyone who wears a bra on a regular basis knows how expensive those under-shirt essentials can be, but opting for cheap over quality can be both uncomfortable and expensive in the long run. What's a girl to do?
UGH! What's a girl to do when those basic boots are financially out of reach? The struggle is real. If you've ever stepped your foot inside the heavenly cloud of plush shearling lining, then you know that UGGs are a winter essential, even if you don't think they're cute. But these cozy shoe/slipper hybrids are notoriously expensive, and the classic styles and colors almost never go on sale.
I haven't always been short. When I was in fifth grade I was one of the tallest kids in my class. Not just one of the tallest girls, one of the tallest out of everyone. When we were teenagers, my little brother used to pound on his chest and ask, "Who am I? I am Courtney in fifth grade!" I was really small when I was a tot, then grew a lot in middle school, then I just stopped.
Winter certainly has its charms, but it really does a number on my beauty routine. As much as I appreciate picturesque snowfalls and any excuse to expand my collection of snappy wool coats, my cracked lizard skin, chapped lips and dry hair aren't fun to deal with day in and day out.
With only nine days left before Christmas (!!), there’s not much time left to get into the holiday spirit. Since today just so happens to be National Ugly Christmas Sweater Day, we’ve got eight sure-fire ways to launch you from Ebenezer to Buddy Elf on the spirit spectrum, and fast.
I don’t know how to tell you this, but acne doesn’t stop when you turn 18 (neither do crazy hormones or bad decisions, but we can talk about that another time). In fact, if you’re as genetically blessed as I am, acne never stops. I’m 35, and while I look pretty youthful, part of my Dorian Gray appearance can be attributed to my lifelong facial friend: the ever-present pimple.
Well, it finally happened. After a lackluster start to the season, Old Man Winter upped his game this week, sending out a negative windchill and a nice dusting of snow to unprepared citizens across the nation.