Monday, October 27, 2014

And then I got all kinds of feisty.

Saturday was quite the day, if I do say so myself (so prepare yourself for this post, it's a long one).

It all began with a little wedding dress shopping extravaganza with my posse in tow (plus Mo & Marion, not featured here but are equally as important ;).

Upon arrival, we were quickly told that champagne was NOT allowed as it was against the landlord's rules. And to that I said, "Poo, Poo," because perhaps if they had let me get a little buzzed I would have been more inclined to purchase a dress.

But alas, there were no keepers at the first location...

...Which is why I can show you some of these pictures. ;)

You guys. When I put on the very first dress, it really hit me that, oh my gosh, I'm going to be a bride! And I was kind of hoping I'd feel that way; You know, some sort of real jolt to this whole wedding experience. And it was simply the best having my close friends and family there - oohing and ahhing over each dress (some more than others ;). And it's true what they say: Be open to all possibilities, because something you may have thought you wouldn't like can very well be something you do indeed love!

Oh, and remember when I swore up and down that there was no way in hell I'd spend more than $1000 on ONE dress for ONE day??


Then we went to the second place.

The moment we walked in, I could tell just how upscale it was (and how SO out of my price range it was, but what the hell, let's just pretend): Exclusive boutique located only in San Francisco. Imported lace from France. Hand sewn. Um yeah...."expensive" just wafted in the air.

We were the only ones there, given their undivided attention. I described the setting: Beach wedding on Kauai....simple....pretty....etc. etc.

And then.... With the curtain closed, she helped me into the first dress, and the moment I looked at myself in the mirror, I was done for. She opened the curtain and revealed the dress to my faithful onlookers, and I could see it in their eyes - they fell in love too.

This was it! This was the one! I totally had "THE MOMENT" that people speak of but you wonder if it's just a myth. My search was done - I found it! I could feel myself get a little teary eyed looking at this beauty and picturing myself standing on the beach, my hands in Verner's, in front of all our loved ones, exchanging our vows...

And then she told me the price, and it was like that reverse record player sound happened and I snapped to!

I'm sorry, come again??

$4300 friends. $4300 effing dollars. And then my heart broke.

But just so you know - the $4300 INCLUDES all alterations and fitting costs, so I mean, it's basically a deal. No? Not at all? I'm crazy for even considering? Yeah okay....

The reason I am NOT going to post a picture of this one is because A) I could possibly find it online by someone who is re-selling theirs that they bought and B) I just might really go over the edge and do something I regret. Maybe. We'll see. Probably not. But maybe.

But like I told my friends & fam - - - - "My daughter would be CRAZY not to want to wear this dress at her wedding." <-----and THAT should tell you just how amazing it was.


Anyway - I started this post with something way different in mind, but then went on a wedding dress tirade.

The REAL reason I wanted to blog was because of what happened later that night.

So, if you're still reading (Hi, Mom), then please, allow me:

That night, a few friends, The Dizzle, and I went out and hit da bars. We started with some prickly pear margaritas from Tacolicious. And they were delicious. But not nutritious.

Then there was some wine....and beer.....and perhaps a kamikaze shot. <------just to set the scene for you.

Then we went to another bar. And if you offered me $1 Million Dollars to tell you the name of the bar, I would still not be able to. <-----and that should set the scene as well.

But here's what went down.

I ordered a beer from the bar.

The bartender poured me a beer.

I grabbed the beer.

Then HOMEBOY to my left, who was highly intoxicated (yes, even more than me), GRABBED my beer and took a ginormous gulp!

So I grabbed my beer back and said, "Hey!" While also kind of "thumping" him on the chest with my arm.

(Now, now, I'm not usually the violent type, but when you grab AND drink my fresh cold beer, all bets are off. But take note I said "thump" because it was not a punch, just a little "whack of the arm", if you will.)

And THEN, he said..........wait for it.......

"Is that all you got, STUPID?"

(Good one, guy. Good one.)

So then *I*, with not a bat of the eye, whip around and point my stubby finger in his face, and in the angriest and scariest voice I could muster I say,


(Pause for laughter, because hahahahahaha I still can't say that line without laughing heartily.)

I mean, come on. Picture me, this 5'4" Asian chick staring up at this 6 foot really really drunk white guy trying to be all tough like.

So then get this.

The drunk guy turns and leaves (because obviously I was super scary and he had to run for his life), and then his FRIEND comes up to me, hands me a $20 bill, and says, "Here, take this. I'm really sorry," and leaves.

And then like 8 million seconds later, The Dizzle comes up behind me, all tough like and ready to defend my honor, and says, "What'd he say to you???"

Don't worry, Boo, I handled it. And the next round's on me!!

Moral of the story? Sometimes standing up for yourself and protecting your beer from the drunks of the world will make you $20 richer. But you've got to be extra stern and scary about it. And don't forget the finger point.

The End.


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Tuesday, October 21, 2014

It's Happening

In just 4 days something major will be happening.

My mom, sister-in-law, best friend (and Maid of Honor) from L.A., other friend from San Diego, another friend (and bridesmaid) from Oakland, and future mother-in-law will be WEDDING DRESS SHOPPING.

Did you catch all that?

Wedding. Dress. Shopping. For me. Michelle Lim, soon to be Michelle Dixon, will be trying on Wedding Dresses.

I don't know why that sounds so weird to me, but it does.

I've been a flower girl, I've been a bridesmaid (x4), I've been a guest (more times than I can count) - but never have I been The Bride. The one who stands in front. The one who goes shopping for a wedding dress.

And it boggles my mind, really. Like, I know I'm getting married in 8 months and 13 days, but maybe it just hasn't really hit me. We've sent save the dates, we've secured the venue, the flowers and food are done, but it still seems very foreign and far away to me.

Perhaps once I start putting on dresses it will hit me that this is actually happening? won't and then I'll blink and be standing at an altar saying, "I do." Who knows man.

But I want to soak up every second of this because (knock on wood) this is the only time I'll get to experience it and like everyone says, it's going to be over before I know it. I mean I still feel like I just got engaged yesterday, but alas, it's been almost 4 months!

Anyway - prepare to see your Instagram Feed blow up with some awesome pictures of me in dresses. I have this dream of finding a really ugly dress and posting it on Insty (bc I'm obsessed like that) to tell you all I found my dream dress....A little something like this perhaps:

Or this:

Or how about this:

Or my personal favorite:

Yes. That's the one.

Be ready.


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Thursday, October 16, 2014

Baby Steps

I don't know about you, but lately I've been feeling a bit off. At first I blamed it on the monthly hormones, but then that came and went and I was still feeling wonky. More tears than necessary, more complaints than normal, just this funk that I can't seem to shake. And my dear, sweet man of mine has been patiently listening through all of my silly ramblings these past few weeks, and I just don't know how he does it. 

I also can't quite explain what's going on in this head of mine. Maybe I'm depressed. Maybe depressed is too strong of a word. Maybe I'm Bipolar (<-- as if that's not a strong word either?). Who knows, man.

Maybe I'm itching for a change. As much as I appreciate routine and certainty, I'm finding myself wanting something else, something different. I say just about every other day that we should move. But then The Dizzle logically reminds me that we agreed to wait until after the wedding so that our time and money can be focused on preparing for that. He quickly talks me down from the ledge and I too agree that it's for the best. But then the next day I find myself saying, "Let's just sell everything again and go travel! We'll go travel for 8 months and then meet everyone in Kauai for the wedding! It makes PERFECT sense!"

Do you see what I mean by this Bipolar-ness? 

This morning, after another bout of "I'm just not feeling very happy right now and I don't know why" ramble, Verner suggested a little exercise for us. He said, "Sometimes we get so focused on the things we don't have, that we become blinded to all the things we do have. So let's each think of 5 things that we're grateful for." (Do you see why I want to marry this guy?)

And so we did just that. 

We'll just ignore the fact that I placed #2 on his list. ;)

Anyway - Saying it aloud and writing it down made me feel a little better, and it's something I definitely want to remember to do more often. Because he's right - there are SO many things to be thankful for. And no matter how much money you have or what your house looks like or how many friends you have, you can always find something else that you think you're lacking. If we don't get into the habit of appreciating our here and now, and what we do have, then we'll never ever feel whole or complete.


The Dizzle also suggested that my laying in bed every single day while working from home may not be the most conducive thing to my overall well-being. Which, as much as I love my bathrobe work uniform, I think he may have a point. As social of a person as I am, and as much as I feel a need to have human interaction (thanks to my Leo/Extrovert nature, which trust me, can be a blessing and a curse), being holed up in my studio 24/7 is perhaps counter-productive and could very well be a huge contributor to my newfound negativity.

So I threw on some clothes, asked The Dizzle on a scale of 1-10 how much I looked like a homeless person, to which he replied a 4 (good enough for me), and off we went to Starbucks.

After several productive hours working, we decided to head back home for some lunch. And as we passed the Pottery Barn, I took a look at their window display.

It seemed quite fitting for the morning I had, yes?

I want to remember to focus on the things I have to be grateful for. And not just because Thanksgiving is right around the corner (how the hell did that happen?!) and Store Windows tell me to. But truly. Because come on now. I'm living in San Francisco. I'm engaged to the most amazing man I've ever met. I have a job that allows me to work anywhere. I'm healthy and (most of the time) happy. ;) Things could be worse.

So here's to being grateful. And here's to getting out of my bathrobe and in to a homeless-scale-of-4 outfit. Baby steps, people. Baby steps.


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Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Beach Waves: How To

After posting this picture on Instagram, I've received several inquiries on how to do this. Unfortunately, I couldn't find the original video tutorial for the life of me. So then I tried making a video myself, and well, that was just a disaster. But then! I gave it one last shot, and voila! I found the video again!

It really is the world's simplest way to create beach waves without any heating tools or hair products (though I do recommend a little hair spray spritz once you take it out. I've found it helps it last longer.)

Here's the front view (And another chance to see my new Stitch Fix tribal leggings that I'm thoroughly obsessed with - in case you don't follow me on Instagram and haven't seen my profession of love. Also, don't mind the pose. As much as I love the camera, sometimes it just makes me all kinds of awkward.):

And one last tip of advice: Don't be alarmed when you first remove the buns. Your hair can look a little cray. But just give it a few minutes, and flip your head up and down, and it'll settle down.

And great thing is, these waves last alllll day long. I had them yesterday morning until bedtime!

You're welcome.

(And P.S. Can I please have this chick's hair?!)



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