Guilty Pleasures.

It’s no secret us girls love to shop. I love love love Nasty Gal. It is mos def my guiltiest pleasure. Even if I don’t buy anything I get such a thrill just browsing what the website has to offer. In fact its my secret pleasure, I love it so much I kind of hate to share it because its my secret hot spot for affordable and haute fashion. But here it goes: shopnastygal.com Your one stop shop for Jeffrey Campbell, Cheap Monday, sweet little vintage finds, and those nameless special somethings you can’t pass up. Oh yes. And I have become the girl who shops months in advance for events. I do have to make a splash, not to mention what more fun is there than to plan the perfect fashion statement. I already have my birthday dress and the never fail sequin skirt for new years.

I could just sew it all myself, but at these prices I don’t have to.

Just don’t be caught with my amazing cobalt one shoulder dress or sequin skirt at the same event as me because I have dibs!

 Now I can rest easy. xoxo.

Mad Love.

Something big is in the air. You know how sometimes you can just smell change, and its in the air of everything you do before something really big happens. Thats how November has felt. Or maybe its the air of the holiday season approaching? Which ever it is, its amazing.

I am looking forward to a lot of new ness and creativity to be. In the mean time I’m feeling the love.

Some of my lovely ladies sporting their favorite Amber Elizabeth necklace scarf.

xoxo

Where have YOU been?

Oh lawd. First let me say, with my first sentence, since I have moved to Los Angeles I feel more like a southerner than I have my entire life. I mean, I remember as a kid being (not exactly teased) but put on the spot for my accent when visiting family in California and when traveling anywhere outside of Texas. But, by the time I was fourteen I had become so conscious of it that my accent had faded slowly, and when I was 18 it was almost gone completely. Part of the reason was I was always so ambitious and I wanted people to take me seriously. Most people when they first hear me speak would never guess where I’m from correctly. Although there are a few things I just can’t seem to shake, and I notice them daily! It has been easy enough to transition from saying Wil-shiiiire into Wilshure. But I will never be able to say sAles without that long A sound. And years ago I broke the habit of saying Ya’ll but now I work for a company named Ya! and I might as well be saying Ya’ll. It’s the lazy A that will always give me away: pale, mail, fell hmmm that’s not an A is it.

So I was back in the routine and excited to be communicating with everyone through blogging and refreshing my website again. Then I spent an entire month traveling that exhausted me more than I imagined. I was home in LA maybe seven days in August? I’m not complaining because I love the shows and I love traveling, but my body doesn’t love it as much as I do Hopefully I have not been too neglectful because I feel so refreshed and energized lately. I am more ready than ever and nothing can stop me now!

Stay tuned for SaLES and press postings! (I’m also working on some apartment changes so I will post pictures when I’ve finished!)

xoxo

Rayos de Luz.

I woke up in little mexico today. I love never knowing where I will really be each day. Or at least in my fantasy mind I wont. I have a neighbor that I believe is hard of hearing, a petit little mexican lady (possibly in her seventies) that blares mexican tv that usually I can’t hear when I’m in my studio but any time I’m in the halls I’m sure if I was fluent in spanish I would be able to gab with her about the soap she is constantly watching bc it would be hard to miss any detail. Today it was music that lasted from mid-morning to early afternoon. I couldn’t miss a single beat with my windows wide open to adjust my little studio to the heat with the Santa Monica air. My current sofa bed is placed perfectly beside my side-by-side windows, that for a moment when I woke up and all I could see was the building next to me and hear the music like I was walking the streets of Playa Del Carmen, I actually thought I was waking up in Playa Del Carmen. Its sunny and beautiful and the building next door has that peach hue to it that you find in so much architecture of mexico. It made me fantasize I was on vacation for just long enough that all my irritants made sense as I was reading my Elle magazine.

Yes I actually read my magazines from cover to cover. When I get a moment or actual day to enjoy my magazines, instead of flipping through looking at just all the pretty things, I am more Me. Things make more sense and I don’t feel a shallow greedy desire for the things I don’t really want. Does this sound material to you? Well it’s not. Enjoying my Elle or W, or some random french/italian/japanese fashion magazine (that i really can’t translate fluently) provides a relaxing feeling nothing else can. It provides clarity, not on the world, but daily life that can be so antagonizing. In this particular Elle the Editor’s Letter began a focus on an issue that recently irritated me, and as a woman can not be dismissed on a regular basis.

The letter begins with a story of a beautiful woman, who despite trying to cover up her beauty and be as modest as possible with her work attire, found herself distracting to male co-workers and therefore out of a job.  It led on with everything in between , and ended with Drew Barrymore thirty something and ever-changing. This woman tried to cover up a beauty, that so many find themselves lusting after, in order to be viewed as a professional. Why cant a beautiful woman’s intellect rate over her beauty even in this modern-day? Thats a huge topic all on its own that could take more than a lifetime to cover, but it brings me to my on again off again realization. I am no Angelina Jolie, but I have had a constant struggle my entire life having a “pretty face” and appreciating my own assets. I want to be ground breaking. I want to push the boundaries of my mind and those around me ten-fold again and again. I find myself bored and wasteful when I can’t feed off of that type of energy, not to mention bitter. I feel put in a box and as though I can only have one thing to offer. I have been through my phases of hiding anything beautiful about me, and the ones of exploiting it more than I should, and back again. I hate that I get a comment from one person to “be careful what you wear, you know they’re looking” when I am already trying to cover up what I can. Then the next moment I am encouraged to “show off what ya got” otherwise no one is going to be looking. All women have an asset or two, so should we ALL be flaunting or hiding them? I’m coming to the conclusion that the people who suggest to hide anything you could flaunt are uncomfortable with themselves. I’m not saying go out there and leave nothing to the imagination, but I don’t want to be uncomfortable in my own skin. If you find yourself noticing someone elses assets, and find a problem with it, then ask yourself: “Why do I care?” There is always more than meets the eye, and its up to you to find out what it is.

Ode to Mah Blog.

Neglected and forgotten,

All busy work and no play,

Postponed but not yet rotten,

I have returned for you this day.

Showing you my love again,

Dear friend I left you alone

When a new path began,

and for this I must atone.

-AE

I’m back! and with more energy than I can afford. After being in Los Angeles for a year now, I finally feel settled into my apartment with furniture and decorating each room to its purpose. Everything has its place and fits to the best space allowed. And I’ve started the hunt for a new one. Am I crazy? It was hard enough to find the one I have now, but after viewing my dear friend Kady’s apartment and realizing her layout affords more space for the same exact price, It started me looking. Dont get me wrong and think I’m looking for a spacious one bedroom apartment. Things are amazing here but they are not that amazing! It’s just about finding a studio that actually allows me to have space to work in without causing me to take over my limited living/sleeping area.

I am ready to get busy with everything. Trust. I am busy enough as it is, but I’m not busy enough with the things that keep me content. I hate thinking though. I just want to do. Forget the planning, although I tend to over plan (in all things career but not in life), I’m over planning completely. Who wants to be my assistant/PR? I’ll have someone else plan the day-to-day scenes and I’ll just put out the work. Sounds like the best plan don’t you think?

Take a look at the refreshed look of my website, still in the process of being refreshed, and have a little read: http://amberelizabeth.us/news.html