Things I'm Loving

I'm still trying to figure out what I want to do with these Thursday posts. I'm a bit bored, to be honest, of Things I'm Loving Thursday mostly because I've been doing it for a few years now and I have commitment issues where I get bored of, well, commitment. I still like the idea of talking about random things that I'm loving at the week progresses because let's be real, I thrive off of short-term obsessions when it comes to most things besides boy bands (still holding out for that Jonas Brothers reunion show). 

So, I'm going to keep messing around with the name and structure until I find something that doesn't feel as stale as that pumpkin spice granola I kept for a year and a half because I kept forgetting to throw it out until I moved out of my apartment.

I was under the impression that I wasn't going to be blessed with my pumpkin spice lattes until at least September 5th this year. On the morning of the first of the month, I was scrolling through my Facebook feed like I would normally do to stalk catch-up. Subsequently, I was attacked by a photo of someone holding what they captioned as their "first PSL of the season." I am not ashamed to admit that I sent out panic texts to a few friends about this, quadruple checking both Starbucks' and the official PSL Twitter accounts for confirmation. It was a really emotional morning for me, but my dad graciously agreed to go to Starbucks for me to confirm whether or not I was dreaming.

I had two PSLs that day.

Look, my love for pumpkin spice cannot be explained. Well actually, it can be, considering I actually wrote an entire love letter to PSLs a couple of years back. #NoShame

I think I've perfected my order though. As the years go by, I become less and less into overly sweet drinks and the PSL is, of course, really sugary. Just order it with half of the syrup for the same spicey fall taste without feeling like your teeth are going to rot out. A grande typically gets 4 pumps of syrup, so just ask for two or half of it. However you prefer to order. Or, you know, get all of the syrup for double the spice.

I've become quite the sunglasses freak this summer. I go through strange phases with my wardrobe where I'll buy a lot of things of the same sort at a time until I feel like I have enough and move onto the next. So basically, I thrive off of excessiveness. It happened with coats, shoes,  denim, and now sunglasses have become my weakness. Other than the fact that I live in sunglasses because I hate making eye contact with strangers on the street, I'm sort of lost what to buy clothing-wise right now. I don't know what I'm supposed to be buying for when it comes to a job (Casual? Professional? Do I need to buy a pencil skirt?), but also, I just don't know where I am with my style right now. So, I'm refraining from buying clothes, also because I've been living in leggings and my old Jonas Brothers concert t-shirts all summer (#FashionBlogger, am I right?) and forgot how to dress.

That was a really long and rambling introduction to a pair of sunglasses, especially since you can clearly see them in all of their glory above. I'm about sixteen years late on the Prada 'Baroque' sunglasses train, but since I'm a broke bitch, I had to wait for a pair to go to the outlets because there's now way in hell I'm (1) paying $365+ for a pair of sunglasses I'm going to inevitably scratch because I suck and (2) paying full price for a pair of sunglasses anyway. I'm all about that outlet or secondhand consignment pricing guys. Alas, I stumbled across the Prada Baroque Round Brow-Bar sunglasses at the Saks outlet a few weeks ago and fell in love. I look like a total bug in them, which is typically my aesthetic. You can peep them in action in this Instagram post or this one right here. Also, follow me on Instagram because I just recently switched out of my all white theme and I feel liberated.

This. Book. Guys. Guys. If you've read The Girl On The Train or Gone Girl, do yourself a favor and pick up The Child by Fiona Barton. If you've been keeping up with my blog this summer, you'll know that I've been reading a lot of YA fiction, which is totally fine (#FavoriteGenre), but sometimes I like to throw a little curveball in there for myself. Shoutout to Becky for the recommendation on one of my Instagrams a couple of weeks ago. I'm usually pretty hesitant to read regular fiction nowadays because I can't read these books in one sitting and I'm less likely to finish a book or even start one if  I know I can't finish it fast. Alas, I managed to finish this one in about a week and that was with practicing self-restraint. I wanted to keep reading and reading and reading, but I decided to split it up so it was information overload.

A book with switching point of views is usually not my favorite kind of book, but with these suspenseful fiction books, it just helps twist around the stories and shows how they all intertwine and seep into one another's. The general gist of the book is that the remains of a child are found in a garden in a neighborhood that is being redone. This brings in Kate Waters, a journalist who covers the story. Angela Irving believes that the remains are that of her child's that went missing when she was only a newborn. Toss in the mother-daughter duo of Emma and Jude and you've got a whole tangled web. You spend the whole story wondering how everything connects and then...bam.

If I was a suburban mom–which, TBH, I feel like at times–I would read this with my book club and actually make sure everyone reads it instead of just showing up at the monthly meetings for troughs of wine and the latest gossip.

What have you been loving lately?