If you follow me on instagram, this post will probably be a complete waste of your time.
You've been warned.
Anywho, for those of you who don't know: I got new glasses! Woot! Woot!
It wouldn't be right for me to visit the great state of Florida and not pop in to Fisher Eye Associates in Oviedo. Good thing I did: turns out I was four years overdue for an eye exam. Oops! This also means I've been wearing the same frames for the last four years, which means that (obviously) I needed not one, but two, new pairs. One of the perks of having a sister and brother-inlaw who own an optometry practice is access to great frames
I have this problem with movies. It goes back as far as I can remember.
I get obsessed. I get a favorite movie and I watch it over and over and over again. I just can't get enough. I'm like an addict.
The first movies I remember getting addicted to were The Ten Commandments (with Charlton Heston) and Gone with the Wind. I was five. Yes, five. And I wondered why I couldn't relate to the other kindergarteners. What can I say? I'm an only child. Don't get me wrong I still watched Today's Special and Mr. Rogers, but I loved me some AMC.
My movie obsessions changed through the years. There was my Legends of the Fall phase (when I first fell in love with Brad Pitt), my Titanic phase (saw that 9 times in the theatre my sophomore year of high school), and my anything British and/or a period piece phase, which still hasn't ended. I'm guessing that means it isn't a phase...
And now: Les Miserables.
Oh Les Mis. I love you. I've loved you since I saw first saw you on Broadway as a little girl. I loved you the two times I went back to see you on Broadway after that. I know every word to your original Broadway cast recording CD. I secretly wish I could read you in the original French because I am just that much of a geek. I've watched your PBS anniversary special countless times. And now you're on the big screen. I just knew I had to see you on opening night. You break my heart over and over and over again. Then you trample on the pieces. And I love it. Every single second of it.
Hugh Jackman, you are a great Valjean. Are you the perfect tenor that Colm Wilkinson was? No. Did I care? Not really. Maybe during "Bring Him Home," but I got over it real quick. Russell Crowe, not bad buddy. You might have been the weakest voice in the cast, but it worked and I didn't hate your Javert. I felt bad for him. Well done. Anne Hathaway was flawless. FLAW. LESS. Who knew Amanda Seyfried could hit those notes? I have no idea where Samantha Barks has been hiding. And Eddie Redmayne - I'm in love with you now. And guess what - you're British. But, then again, of course you are. I could go on and on about how much I loved this movie. How the casting was perfection, the cinematography beautifully done - but, alas, I am no film critic - so I'll spare you all the details. Just know that it was everything I hoped it would be.
When I saw it Christmas Day you could have heard a pin drop in the theatre. The audience broke out into thunderous applause at the end even though there were no curtain calls to clap for. I left the theatre captivated, emotionally exhausted, and contemplated watching it again immediately in the next theatre over. I pulled it together and went home, but it looks like I'm obsessed. Again.
How could I not be? What musical theatre loving, broadway actress wannabe, hopeless romantic wouldn't eat this up:
So, who wants to go see it? I'm dying to go again.
I'm in rare form today, which may or may not be due to the fact that I just gulped down an entire venti iced green tea, so be forewarned and buckle up kiddos.
I'm becoming obsessed with Hipstamatic. #justsayin
Since I am sure most of you are in awe of my coolness most days, (<------joke) it will probably come as a big surprise to find out that I am, in fact, a HUGE nerd. (Probably not too much of a shocker huh?) I am so much of a literature geek that I buy (and wear) lit-inspired clothing. Nerd Alert! Nerd Alert! However I think it is totally possible to merge geek with chic. Instead of simply looking like you've got a wedgie in your future, you can look like that cool artsy girl who wears Jane Austen t-shirts. Or in my case the thirty year old mama clinging to her youth by wearing shorty shorts. (Semantics.)
I tried to do an impromptu photo shoot before therapy this morning, but a certain creeper kept sneaking into my photos with his bowl of goldfish crackers. My attempt at even remotely professional looking pictures = epic fail.
F21 sunglasses, bracelets, and scarf; Micheal Kors watch, vintage ring, American Eagle sandals, Brookish t-shirt, Old Navy shorts
Here are some closeups. Let's call this look Eclectic Geek Chic. Or perhaps Novel Style... eh? eh? ;) Hey, don't say I didn't warn you.
Text: Mr. Darcy's proposal to Elizabeth Bennet in Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice:
"In vain have I struggled. It will not do.
You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you."
How could you not be in love with this guy?!?!
Extreme Close Up
I am OBSESSED with this t-shirt and this etsy shop! What do you think? Geek chic? Or just plain ol' geek?
That's all for today folks!
xoxo
Jenny
PS- The next geek purchase on my horizon:
Wrap Up With A Good Book Scarf: Pride and Prejudice
