Guest Post: Meet Yi-chia

Hi everyone!  I’m Yi-chia and I blog over at Always Maylee.  You’ll know me as the girl who is obsessed with polka dots.  I don’t even know when or how this obsession started, but I have no plans on stopping it.  Here are some of my favorite polka dotted outfits.  Which one is your favorite?

Britt asked me to share an embarrassing story with everyone.  Well, fine Britt, twist my arm!  I want to first state that I am fully aware of my weaknesses… specifically: parallel parking. Ok, here goes…

A few years ago, I was meeting up with a friend in downtown Boston for a day of shopping fun.  If you know Boston, you’ll know that street parking is few and far between.  Don’t ask me why I didn’t properly plan for this, I think I was too excited about the shopping.  I drove up and down the streets a few times, until I finally saw this one spot (in prime location), and I excitedly pulled up to it.  However, there was a car double parked next to the car in front of the spot.  But this car wasn’t trying to park, it was just there, being in my way.  I sort of pull up next to the guy and asked him to move forward a bit so that I could get into the spot.  He said, and I quote “no, I don’t want to waste my gas.”  Um, ok.  Fine.  I was determined to get into this spot.  So instead of having to do a normal parallel park job, which I’m already not very good at, I had to do a crazy one because this weirdo was in my way.  

You guys… it took me a solid 20 minutes.  Oh but Yi-chia, that’s not that embarrassing you say.  Well, while I was trying to get into this spot, I noticed I’m right in front of a Starbucks.  It was a nice day out.  And literally every single person from Boston was just standing there, watching me… sipping on their venti iced caramel macchiatos.  A few of them even tried to direct me, “hun, you have to turn the wheel this way!”  I was mortified.  As I’m now drenched with sweat from embarrassment, I finally get into the spot.  And the car that was annoyingly double parked, the one that caused this whole scene, he immediately drove away after. Seriously!?  I then get out of my car, pit stains and all, and everyone who had been standing there watching… started clapping.  Literally clapping at me for parking.  I seriously wanted to die.  

You best believe that I never attempted that again.  That’s what parking garages are for, even if I have to pay $20. So worth the money!  

Thanks Britt for letting me take over your blog and babble on about myself!  Don’t forget to stop by my blog and say hi!

Guest Post: Meet Bonnie

Hello Secondhand Magpie readers!  I adore everything about Britt and her blog – her style, her honest writing and her zeal for home improvement and older houses – so I was honored when she asked me to guest post for her this week.

My name is Bonnie and I blog over in my wee corner of the internet at Mini Me Style.  One of my New Year’s resolutions this year was to have a greater real-clothes-to-yoga-pants ratio on a daily basis, and my blog is a way to keep me accountable to actually get dressed in the morning. Although when I don’t have to be on campus (I’m a third year Ph.D. student and teach undergrad courses), I do spend quite a bit of time browsing Pinterest in my underwear.  Balance is everything.

I love blogging and have learned so much and met so many amazing people since I started up my little site in February.  I have no aspirations of blogger fame or fortune, but even if I did, lemme tell you what keeps a girl humble: the statistics tool that lets you see what search terms people are typing into google that lead them to your blog, and the things you maybe wish you hadn’t posted. Some of my recent favorites have been:

“Worst flower arrangement in the world”, which pointed to this picture of a failed Pinterest project that I posted after Easter.

I know, I know, I know - I cringe, too. The flowers were supposed to be beautiful pink peonies, but when your florist is a Kroger at 2:00 p.m on Easter Sunday and guests are going to be over in an hour, you make do. 

“Peg Bundy Nude”. First of all: seriously? And second, I guess I kind of deserved it after wearing/posting this outfit: 

“Img src slip cameltoe”.  I’m as lost as you are on this one, and thankfully, it didn’t seem to point to any picture in particular.

But I promise my blog isn’t all failed style and craft aspirations!  Occasionally I get things right.  Here is a collection of recent outfits that are not (yet) tied to any crazy search terms. Although if you spot a "img src slip cameltoe", please let me know ASAP. 

Thank you for reading, and I’d love for you to stop by and say “hi”!  I host a couple style features on my blog and am always looking for people to participate. This first is Academically Inclined which features women working in different facets of academia and how they stay stylish within their varying dress codes, and the second is a Petite Fashion Bloggers series that focuses on how shorter women dress for their frame.  

Thank you again for reading, everyone, and thank you for having me, Britt! 

Guest Post: Meet Kacie

Hi! I'm Kacie! I am so excited to be guest posting for Britt! I just love her blog! I blog at Kacie's Kloset and I own an online clothing store, Daisy Rae Boutique. I would love for you to check them out :)

{Top: Daisy Rae; Shorts: Daisy Rae; Shoes: Jessica Simpson similar color; Belt: similar; Bag: similar; Jewelry: Premier Designs}

Along with most of the world, I have been watching the Olympics a lot lately. Which makes me think of the days when I played sports.

When I was four, my mom signed me up for soccer. And let me tell you, I was the star of practice. I was like the girl version of David Beckham (well, almost). But when it came to actually playing in a game, now that was a different story. I would be out in the field and someone would kick the ball to me. The crowd would start cheering for me, yelling "Woohoo! Go Kacie!" And what would I do? I would freeze. Just stand there, not moving at all. They would cheer louder and would stay frozen, waiting for the cheering to stop. This would happen every game. As soon as the crowd of parents started cheering for me, I became a statue. Needless to say, my sports career didn't go very far.

A huge THANK YOU to Britt for allowing me to guest post on her blog! I hope you all visit me on my blog soon!