SURPRISEEEEEE!!!

SURPRISEEEEEE!!!

Hi, hello, happy Thursday!!

That introduction seemed a little lackluster, but I’m not sure there is any great way to say “Hi, so sorry I have been M.I.A for the last 6 months, but here I am now, so hopefully you haven’t forgotten about me, and hopefully you’re ready to see my face again and thanks so much for being patient”?? If anyone knows a word that sums that all up, please pass the info along.. but for now, we will just stick with: SURPRISE, I’M BACK BABYYYYYYY. 🙂

I posted my first real blog post on this day two years ago, so it kinda sorta, really a lotta bit felt like no better time than right this second to get this bad boy up. I keep it mostly short and sweet because words are hard, and there’s no pictures (ugh, who likes a novel without pictures? NO ONE). Regardless, keep on reading for somethin’ exciting.

I have had a lot of intentions to get the blog back up and running for a few months now, but life kinda got in the way. Essentially ya girl needed to make some monayyyy. Good news is that I did just that (and then I spent a very good portion of it, but is anyone really surprised by that???) But I also found myself in this new phase of life where I was literally terrified of everything that came along with making decisions. This summer, I suddenly became very aware that my time is money, and let me tell ya, this blog takes a lot of time (and money, and time as money, and money as time, ya know), and for some reason every time I came to my computer to type something, or scheduled blog pictures… it just seemed like a poor use of my time. (wowzers, how many more TIMES can I possible say ‘time”?) I couldn’t explain the feeling to you if I tried, but it almost felt like starting all over to me. Just the thought of getting this beast back up and running exhausted my brain and wallet all over again.

Where I am going with this rant? Couldn’t really tell ya, I like it to be a surprise to me too. 😉

But then I got to thinking (which I do often), why can’t I make this fun again? Why can’t I just pick back up where I left off?  And after this very long-winded, dramatic thought process, I decided I have already laid the groundwork (past Ciera is so kind & helpful sometimes), so all I have to do is pick up where I left off, but be a little better this time around. Remember kids, you don’t always need to be the best, you just need to be better. I’m kidding (kinda) 😉

So with all of that being said, here I am with The Devil Wears Rompers 2.0. I am still going to bring you winter trends, cute outfits, and extensive beauty routines, along with gift guides and terribly corny jokes, but it’s going to be new and improved… just like my newly cleaned hair after 4 days of not washing it (Sorry mom, dry shampoo just works so well). But anyway, hopefully you enjoyed this random breaking news and prettiest of pleases check back next week for some good content and me blabbering. ILY SO MUCH and thank you for coming right on back to read the 10% of my thoughts that I actually find appropriate enough to put on the internet.

Xo, Ciera

Dress the part

Dress the part

Hi there honeyssss,

Long time no chat.. Sorry I suck and haven’t written a post since ‘Nam (that is referring to the Vietnam War if you were wondering) Buuuut I really had intentions to get some more posts up and then I got hit with the “I have no energy and all of my ideas are dumb” feeling, so those posts didn’t happen. And on top of my sudden lack of ability to type coherent thoughts, I was plagued with finding outfits for everything graduation related. Who could have guessed that someone like me, that shops for fun and browses online retailers multiple times a day, would rather have gotten 100 tiny papercuts in between her fingers than look at ONE MORE DRESS?!

I would assume that you all wouldn’t have guessed that, and I sure didn’t either. 3 weeks ago, I thought that I should probably get looking for some graduation outfits.. yes, plural. (I am essentially using these next two months as an opportunity to make 10 outfit changes into the sassiest, cutest outfits my mind can conceive). But when I took to the world wide interweb to do some purchasing, you would have thought that the online shopping gods were punishing me for that one time I ordered a recorder (like the one you had to play ‘Hot Cross Buns’ on in 4th grade) on Amazon.. which I have yet to receive if you were wondering. Maybe they weren’t punishing me, but I will tell you that my search was long and strenuous.

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Pretty much I was that girl in the movie montage that scrolled through countless pages of dress after dress, followed by rompers, and then matching sets (okay, so maybe there aren’t any montages like this – but there should be). Anyway, my search came up dry every gosh dang time, and for me, shopping for a specific event is kinda like finding a crime suspect.. if no evidence is found in the first 48 hours, might as well pack up and throw in the towel. But I was determined to find me the best outfits for my senior pictures (mostly because you can’t send out graduation announcements wearing nothing but your cap and gown. That would sure be weird).

So after my fingers cramped, my eyes went crossed, and I could tell you the price, color and accompanying reviews for every single semi-formal piece of clothing ever made.. I finally found some options. Thank you sweet baby Jesus, one too many cold brews, and of course my trusty phone which only died every time I was finally about to put something in my cart. But the moral of this not-dramatic-whatsoever story is that I am going to share my picks for graduation pictures with you, and then in the next couple of weeks I will also share the best options for the ceremony, to the party, to the after party 😉 and everywhere in between. Hopefully this helps and you find the perfect, photo-worthy outfit in a fraction of the time it took me. Sidenote: if you’re not graduating, just use this guide as an excuse to buy a bunch of cute summer looks (maybe upstage the graduates at their parties too. ;))

Go out there and strut your stuff and show off all of my hard work. Until next time. <3

Xo, Ciera

A sibling workout at its finest

A sibling workout at its finest

Hi cuties,

Happy Tuesday and guest post day by the crowd favorite, Justin Michael Farley. If you were wondering, I’m funnier than him, but I’ll let him have his moment once again. Here goes nothin’ friends —

Guess who’s back, back again, Justin’s back, tell all your damn friends (Ciera that means tell Brittany). What up peeps, Ciera decided to bring back her favorite guest blogger, and boy do I have a story for y’all. As C-train’s mentioned on here before, she’s a “spin instructor” (you’ll understand why this is in quotes later), and has been begging me for ages to come down and give it a shot. Now let me interject here and say that I don’t think of myself as a fitness god or anything of the sort… but I’d definitely say I’m more than a man, you know like Hercules or something. Anyways, C-unit’s been training some of the gals that I CrossFit with (yeah bro), and once they started on the prodding, it was decided, I was attending a class taught by my little sis.

Now I’ve heard some rumors about this place, but thought: “How hard could this possibly be?” Find out below:

9:50 AM: Hanna (C-dogs favorite ginger and my other half) and I rolled into what I would describe as a cross between an EDM show setup and a dungeon with bikes and punching bags sprinkled throughout.

9:57 AM: My bike is assigned to me and lo and behold, it’s front and center in front of C-money. Inner thought: “Ha, she actually thinks she’s gonna make me sweat”.

9:59 AM: Class is about to begin and I look to my left and right ready to start joking with some of my boys in the class about how easy this stuffs about to be… It’s me and 10 little fireballs all licking their chops for this class to begin. Inner thought: “C’mon man, no other dudes? I’m gonna be KILLING IT in here, I might have to slow down to not show these gals up”.

10:00 AM: It’s go-time. The lights turn down low, the big video board at the front of the room starts out slow with a music video on, and the music quietly pumping, its on! Inner thought: “Time to show em all what’s up, gonna go all Lance Armstrong on em.”

10:01 AM: QUARTER TURN!!!!!!!! PUUUUUSHHHHHH IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BAR ON!!!!!!!Inner thought: “What the S@#T was that????” Who’s yelling at us? Why are these girls not more worried??”

10:03 AM: That’s when I saw her… it looked kinda like C-dizzle up on the lead bike with a microphone attached to her ear, but with more than a hint of rage in those eyes. Inner thought: “IS CIERA OK?? Did she take too much pre-workout?”

10:10 AM: About to start song number 3. Getting a little warm. Legs starting to feel it. Slight concern still on my face for whatever took ever C-pain’s body at 10 AM.

10:16 AM:  Spin Sergeant on the lead bike: “TIME FOR HILLS, WE ALL WARMED UP??” Inner thought: “Warmed up?? It’s gotta be close to 11 by now, no way these girls can keep going.” I look around expecting to see some defeated faces… 10 stone faced killers looking up at their fearless leader with nary a drip of sweat. Inner thought: “Obviously they are all on steroids”

10:22 AM: Six songs in. Spin Almighty on the lead bike: “THATS WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT ONTO SPRINTSSSSSSSS!” Inner thought: “Sprints? How about a cool down…. I mean for the girl crew, not me” as sweat starts beading on my forehead. The spin cult around me: smiles mixed with snarls, waiting for the next song.

10:30 AM: Sweat no longer beading on my forehead… now falling straight to the floor, arms soaked, underwear… never mind. Spin Supreme Leader: “NICE LADIESSSS!!!!!” (WTF, I’m here too) “GRAB THOSE DUMBBELLS, ONTO ARMSSSSS” Inner thought: “Arms??? Who signed up for arms, this is spinning!” The spin devotees around me: immediately grab the dumbbells and rep out 1000 straight curls or something, I don’t know, I think I’m delirious at this point.

10:42 AM: Either sweat or tears pooling around me. Shirt comes off, screw it. Inner thought: “Is it frowned upon to get down to my boxer shorts too?” Spin demons around: might be starting a ritual chant to their leader or singing along to the Brittany Spears song, I can’t tell.

10:45 AM: Satan’s Spawn at the head of the class: LAST SONG BEFORE THE COOL DOWNNNN!!!! Inner thought: None. My legs might still be moving or not, I can’t tell. Spin soldiers: Legs moving 90 MPH, confidence=high. Mine=shot.

10:50 AM: As if a flip was switched, the demon that had taken over C-stunna was exorcised and then in her normal voice: “Great job class, thanks for coming!” Me: on the floor possibly drowning in my own sweat and tears. Everyone else: light talking and laughing, with small hints of sweat glistening.

6:30 AM Monday morning: The class is long gone, C-breezy has long since turned off the lights. The janitor comes in and sweeps me off the floor telling me it’s time for the next class to begin.

— Justin

So if you ever want to get your ass kicked, or maybe encounter a dysfunctional, yet comical brother-sister relationship.. come hang out at Escape and get yo spin on. 🙂

Xo, Ciera