Monday, August 31, 2015

Red Carpet Style; VMAs

I can't believe it's already VMA time! To me that marks the unofficial end of Summer. (it used to mark the first week of school, but they've since gone to running the show at the end of August. Also, the show always use to be in NYC...ah, those were the days.) For music's most fun and unpredictable night in both antics and fashion, I decided to rock the look below.

RCS; VMAs


I kept my look very rocker chic, laid back and casual. This isn't a gown event by any means. I took a peek at what I wore to the show in year's past-this is my 3rd RCS post for the VMAs! In past years, I wore mini dresses that were full of glitz and glam, but this time I wanted to mix fabrics. The flowy baby pink top with the leather shorts. Then you have the cool Repossi ear cuff and the stacked Oscar de la Renta ring. With a pair of black Valentinos and of course, a McQueen clutch that doubles as rings. Love this whole look!

RCG; VMAs

For glam, I kept it simple. I like for the clothes to do the talking on the carpet. But I went with a think wing inspired by my new girl crush Jaclyn Hill (like I binge watch her videos and her snapchat is my fave thing to watch after work everyday...) Mixed with a chic ponytail so you can see the detail of the dress and ear cuff. The glam is complete with a matte lip (which is my obsession for fall...!) and black nails with a simple silver stripe. Let me know if you think this would make the best dressed list, xo!




Thursday, August 27, 2015

4pm pick me up!


Current favorite song. OBSESSED! Xo!





Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Happy Release Day!


Happy Release Day to one of the best books I've read this year!










5 by fall update!

Remember when I joined up with Holly and declared I would use up 5 products by Septemeber 23rd? Yeah, I'm not sure why I did that either. But I have less than a month and need to get my boo-tay in gear! I filmed a progress video to let you know where I'm at with each product!



It's not to late to join in! If you do, leave a link below so I can check out what products you want to use up by Fall, xo!




Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Fall Cravings

Fall Cravings

Fall Cravings by kpaine featuring steve-madden shoes

Anybody else that can't wait to just wear big comfy sweaters and scarfs while sipping Chia lattes and watching the leaves fall?! I always wish away Summer when we get to the end cause I adore fall. Let me know what your go to fall look is and we can daydream of fall days together, xo!




Monday, August 24, 2015

a book in review & chapter one!


Brief Summary:

Some of the Aubrey Rules to Live By:

*If I’m going to indulge in French fries, I must add extra time to the treadmill the next day.
*Always keep your work and private life separate.
*Being open to new experiences will never involve eating kale.
*Never, ever date a professional athlete.

For Chicago social media professional Aubrey Paige, the rules are everything. So much so that Aubrey has painstakingly written her rules for living into a polka-dot Kate Spade notebook that she carries with her at all times. It’s her personal guidebook to living her life. These rules are the Holy Grail—ones never to be broken. They guide her actions for everything, from dealing with workplace drama to finding a great guy to date. After all, these are her own rules, built from her life experiences and observations. So they have to be perfect, right?

Or are they?

Because when Aubrey meets a cute Canadian, she suddenly finds her rules being tested and challenged in ways she never dreamed possible. Beckett Riley is the shy, quiet, determined captain of the Chicago Buffaloes, a hockey team on the verge of turning the corner to becoming a winning organization. He’s Aubrey's opposite, with so many qualities that Aubrey had listed as ones she’d never want in a man.

Yet Aubrey finds herself drawn to Beckett in ways she’s never known. And when she unexpectedly finds herself working with Beckett, she wonders if rules are meant to be broken after all . . . 

Review:
I received this book in exchange for an honest review. Where to start? This book is more than a romantic comedy about hockey. This is Aven's best work to date (and you can seriously trust me because I've read everything she writes!) She's really out done herself. Aubrey is as real of a main character as they come. She has flaws, but she is doesn't let them hold her back. And you have Beckett who is the sweetest male lead ever. He is so genuine that you'll be wishing that you had a Beckett in your life. Then of course you have the worst type of person, a Mallory-Aubrey's boss. Just wait until you read the horrible things she does to the lovable Aubrey, you'll hate her too! I recommend this 5 star book to anyone who loves an extremely well written romcom that will leave you wishing it was longer because you won't want it to end, xo! 

Don't believe me? My Internet Momma was nice enough to give you all the first chapter so you can get hooked into Aubrey's world too!


Chapter One
The Aubrey Rules To Live By, Rule #1: Never, ever, be late for anything.

I sprint toward the elevator in complete panic mode. This is not happening. I must be having one of those nightmares, and any second I’ll wake up.
Because if I’m not dreaming, I’m awake. Obviously. Which also means I overslept this morning. I couldn’t sleep last night due to anxiety, and I accidentally turned the alarm off on my phone instead of hitting snooze this morning. Which began a domino effect: I overslept. I didn’t have time to get my red curly locks under control with a flat iron, and I’m not going to arrive on time for a job interview with one of the chicest social media firms in Chicago.
I frantically jab the elevator button. This is my first professional interview since I graduated from the University of Washington last month. I have to get this job. I need this job. 
I want this job.
I press the button again. “Come on, come on!” I begin pacing. I feel as if I want to throw up. I’m never late. I’m the girl who is ten minutes early to everything. Even for meeting a friend at Starbucks. So the fact that I’m late to the most important interview ever makes me absolutely sick to my stomach.
Ding!
The doors open and I run in, but my boot heel catches in the crack. I fly forward, and my purse swings over my shoulder in a loop. I land flat on my face, and the entire contents rain down on the floor. Then I hear a clink. Like something falling down the crack between the hallway floor and the elevator. 
“Miss, are you okay?” a male voice asks me. “Are you hurt?”
I immediately push myself up to my hands and knees. My curly hair is blocking my vision, and I shove it out of the way so I can see. There is a stranger kneeling in front of me. 
A very handsome stranger. 
One with dark-brown hair and the loveliest chocolate-brown eyes I’ve ever seen.
Who has just seen me trip, fall flat on my face, and—oh my God—is his shoe on top of one of my tampons? 
I quickly begin grabbing my things and throwing them back into my Tory Burch tote. “I’m fine,” I say, keeping my eyes down, praying he somehow moves and I can swipe the tampon before he notices it. “Thank you.”
“Are you sure? You hit the floor really hard,” he says.
“Um, I’m good.”
“Here, let me help you,” he says, reaching for my lipstick case. 
“No!” I cry, mortified, sticking out my hand. “Don’t!”
His large brown eyes widen in surprise. “No? You’re saying no to me helping you?”
“Yes,” I say, willing him to move his foot. 
Okay, so mental telepathy only works on TV because it sure as hell isn’t working now.
I go back to scooping up the millions of receipts I had squirreled away in my purse, along with my huge collection of drugstore mascaras, lipsticks, and Tic Tacs. 
“Why?” he asks, a bewildered expression on his face.
I glance up at him as I toss my wallet back into my bag. Oh, wow, he’s super cute. I’d have to say he’s in his mid-twenties, and I can’t get over how expressive his handsome face is.
I grab my iPhone and cast my eyes back down. “It’s my mess. You shouldn’t have to help me clean it up.”
“A planner?” he asks, holding up my gold polka dot Kate Spade planner toward me. “Aren’t these out of style? Don’t you use your phone for stuff like that?”
I pause. He’s Canadian. I know he’s Canadian from the way he said “out,” with a sort of lilt at the end of the word. 
“That’s not a planner,” I say, taking it from him. “It’s my rule book.”
“Rule book?”
“Yes.” I drop it into my tote as I continue to pick up stuff off the floor. “Life is chaos. I like jotting down rules for my career and love life and use them as a guide to keep me organized. Some are serious, some are funny. But they’re all designed to keep me from wasting time. So I don’t make mistakes that will hurt me and it’s fun to do an—”
“You write rules for your love life?” he interrupts.
I stop speaking. I realize he’s staring at me like I’m a puzzle he’s trying to figure out. 
Then a slow smile spreads across his face. “You have an odd idea of a good time.”
Oooooooooh my. He has a gorgeous smile.
Suddenly I realize I don’t have my keys. “Keys,” I say, frantically searching around. “Where are my keys?”
He looks down. “Uh,” he says, picking my tampon up. “Um . . . here.”
GAAAAAAAAH! All of a sudden my face is burning hot. 
I have a feeling it matches my hair. 
Which is flame red. 
I gulp. “Um, thanks,” I say, wishing I could fall down the crack in between the hallway and the elevator.
The crack.
The clank.
No keys.
“Oh my God!” I cry, standing straight up in a panic. “My keys! My keys fell down there!” I point frantically.
“Are you sure?” he asks, standing up and peering down the gap.
“Shit! I’m screwed! I’m late for a job interview and I look like crap and you picked up my tampon, which is mortifying, and now I have to deal with the keys and who knows if I’ll get there on time and I’m so pissed off and why isn’t this elevator moving?”
And before I can stop myself, I kick the side of the elevator wall in frustration, leaving a huge scuff on my boot. Perfect.
“And now I’ve ruined my boot and this is the worst day ever!” I yell.
I glance at him. Now that I’ve had my outburst, I notice that the cute Canadian is big. 6’3 or so. His chest is massive and is hugged by the navy-blue sweater and white T-shirt he’s wearing underneath his gray overcoat. My eyes skim downward, and holy hell his thighs are huge in those jeans and—
“I stopped the elevator with the emergency button to make sure you were okay,” he says simply, snapping me from my thoughts. His voice is soothing, as if he’s trying to calm me. He walks over to it and hits another button, and the doors close and we start going down. Then he turns to me. “We can have someone call the elevator service company to get the keys.”
I throw my hands to my head. “I don’t have time for this! I have a very important job interview. Do you know what my job is right now? I stage condos for sale. I live in other people’s homes with strange furniture and I’m practically a freaking nomad because I move all the time. If I don’t get this job, I’m still a nomad with no belongings other than my rule book!”
I glance over at him. Now his brow is creased. Oh, this keeps getting worse and worse. Now I’ve blown up, kicked a wall, and told him my only form of employment is moving from condo to condo out of a suitcase.
And I’m sure the cute Canadian is desperate for this elevator to hit the lobby so he can run out the doors as fast as he can to get away from the lunatic hothead otherwise known as Aubrey.
“You could start with letting the front office know your keys fell down the elevator shaft,” he suggests. “Then I could take you to your interview. By the time you’re done, they might have your keys.”
“Whoa,” I say, putting my hand out and taking a step back. “I don’t know you. Why would I get in a car with you? You could be some kind of pervert serial killer kind of guy.”
“You think I’m a serial killer?” he asks, an amused tone in his voice.
“That’s not what I said. I said you could be.”
Suddenly he bursts out laughing. “Trust me, I’m not.”
“Why should I? I don’t know you. Just because you’re cute and say ‘trust me’ doesn’t mean I should,” I say.
Then I realize I told him he was cute. 
Shit, shit, shit.
The elevator doors open, and I flee, praying the cute Canadian goes on his way. I don’t even look backward. I hurry to the front desk of the luxury high-rise.
“I have a serious problem,” I blurt out. “I dropped my keys down the elevator shaft and I-”
“You what?” the girl asks, wrinkling her brow.
“I dropped my keys down the shaft,” I repeat. “I need someone to get them. Right now. My name is Aubrey Paige and I live in 14F. And I need to have someone get them and I’ll pick them up later but I have to go and this is critical because I need them back so I can—”
“I’m sorry, you’re talking too fast,” the girl interrupts. “Aubrey Paige what?
“Aubrey Paige! Paige is my last name. And I need to go—”
“Hold on, Ms. Paige. I need to call maintenance to see what we need to do. Now you say they fell down the elevator shaft?” she asks as she picks up the phone and punches a button.
Hold? I don’t have time to hold! I’m about to say more when suddenly the Canadian steps forward.
“Excuse me,” he says. 
Another desk person glances up. “Oh, hey, Beckett,” the man says, his eyes shining. “Great game last night in LA. That’s your third hat trick of the season, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, but it wouldn’t have happened without some great passes from my teammates.”
I freeze. Teammates? 
“Um, could you verify who I am for this lady, please?” he asks, nodding in my direction. 
The guy grins. “This is Beckett Riley, none other than captain of the Chicago Buffaloes.”
“What?” I say, confused. 
“The professional hockey team,” the man continues. “This is our captain. And one of the best players in the National Hockey League.”
I know my mouth is hanging open. This cute Canadian is a professional hockey player?
“I told you I wasn’t a serial killer,” he says, cocking an eyebrow at me.
For once, I don’t ramble. I keep my stupid mouth shut.
“So, since I’m not a criminal, I can drive you to your interview, and with James here as my witness, I promise to bring you back alive. If you’ll let me drive you, that is. But it’s your call. So what is it going to be, Aubrey?”

Author Bio:
Coffee with cream? Check. Soundtrack for work in progress pulled up on Spotify? Done. Ready to write another romantic comedy with a swoonworthy good guy hero, a heroine you cheer for, and a guaranteed happily ever after? You bet.

Hello, I'm Aven Ellis. I work in sports television production during the day and write romantic comedies at night. In addition to writing, I'm passionate about reality cooking shows, Project Runway, the latest scent from Jo Malone (whatever it is, doesn't matter, I want it) and hockey. Or is that hockey players? Because they're hot. 

But I digress.

*Clears throat for reset after thinking of hockey players* But I truly find joy in writing romantic comedy. I love crafting characters, their words, their heartbreak and triumph, with laughs along the way. There is no bigger compliment to me than having someone tell me they laughed when reading one of my books. I want my books to be easy reading, a beach read, an escape when you need one. Writing them is my escape, so I hope reading them provides you with one, too.

Connect with Aven!


Wednesday, August 19, 2015

PRE-ORDER!



3 reasons you should pre-order Aven's new book

1. She is an amazing writer and story teller. Her books are instant faves because her characters are so loveable.

2. Hello-it has two of the world's greatest things-Hockey & RomComs.

3. She is amazing! & I'm lucky enough to call one of the best woman I know my internet Momma!


So this happened...


Ahhhhhh...whyyyyy did I think this was a good idea?


psstttt- new video is live, xo!


Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Red Carpet Style | Teen Choice Awards

Another round of my favorite posts here on p&b; Red Carpet Style! This past Sunday night was the award show where the winners take home the surf boards. Of course, Celeb Kayla would've hit the carpet. Here's what I would have worn!


RCS; Teen Choice

How gorge is this neon and sequin shirt dress?! I love this for a night that's all about what the teens like and with a tan, it would totally pop. For the accessories, I kept it simple with pretty gold Jimmy Choos and Herve Leger clutch that reminds me of a seashell! For the jewels, I went with basic rose gold studs and a fun full finger ring.


RCG; Teen Choice Awards

The glam for this look was even easier to put together. I meant that white mani is killer! And the glitter matches the sleeves of the dress perfectly. For hair, a simple messy ponytail with the light pink smokey eye. And of course, highlight would have to be on fleek with Becca x Jaclyn Hill's Champagne Pop!

Let me know what you think of my look and who was best dressed at the award show. xo!


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Monday, August 17, 2015

a book in review


Brief Summary:

The Boston Ranter: Slanted Vignettes from a Native New Englander

This autobiographical novella was inspired by my life growing up outside of Boston. Comedic, dramatic and quite revealing; this latest title will truly show why I am the raving lunatic I am today.

Review: 

I received this book in exchange for an honest review. This is a quick, fun read that's perfect to lighten the mood after a long day. Layden's writing style makes you see things from a whole different perspective. While it's not like books, i normally read, it was a really funny story and a great change of pace. I recommend this 4 star book to anyone who needs a good laugh, xo!

Author Bio:

Layden Robinson is a performer of Alternative, Blue Eyed Soul Music influenced by some of the Modern and Past greats such as Stevie Wonder, Otis Redding, Marvin Gaye, Joe Cocker, Led Zeppelin, The Beatles, Prince, Kings Of Leon, The Black Crowes and TOOL.
https://laydenrobinson.wordpress.com/about/

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Splurge or Save? | Lengthening Mascara

splurge or save?


Today's battle is for one of my favorite products; mascara! I'm ALWAYS in the market for a mascara that will make my lashes look like they're a mile long. So I know what you're thinking, duh Benefit's They're Real problem solved. And yes, you are right. They're Real is an epic-lash inducing mascara. The brush makes it easy to get all of your lashes and coat them evenly. But at $24.99 it's not a realistic purchase every 2 to 3 months. 

So that's where the Wet & Wild Mega Length comes in. I stumbled upon this one at Harmon's one day and for $2.99 couldn't pass it by. Even if it was awful, it was under 5 dollars. So why not give it a whirl, right? Well I was pleasantly surprised by just how good of a job this mascara did! The brush is also a plastic bristle wand, but a little bit smaller bristles. It does a great job of darken your lashes and make them long. Like really long.

Well, this wasn't an easy battle by any means. Both of these mascaras do exactly what they say they will do, they make your lashes Kardashian long and the color lasts. Their cons are pretty much the same; hard to get all of the product off and not cry proof. Which brings me to my conclusion, this Splurge or Save is a...SPLAVE! That's right, it's a buy them both type of deal. If you can splurge, go for Benefit's They're Real-it even comes in different colors now. But if you can't swing the price, get the Wet & Wild Mega Length, I promise you won't be disappointed, xo!




Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Cover Reveal!


The Aubrey Rules-Chicago on Ice Series #1

Some of the Aubrey Rules to Live By:
 *If I’m going to indulge in French fries, I must add extra time to the treadmill the next day.
 *Always keep your work and private life separate.
 *Being open to new experiences will never involve eating kale. 
 *Never, ever date a professional athlete.

For Chicago social media professional Aubrey Paige, the rules are everything. So much so that Aubrey has painstakingly written her rules for living into a polka-dot Kate Spade notebook that she carries with her at all times. It’s her personal guidebook to living her life. These rules are the Holy Grail—ones never to be broken. They guide her actions for everything, from dealing with workplace drama to finding a great guy to date. After all, these are her own rules, built from her life experiences and observations. So they have to be perfect, right?
Or are they?
Because when Aubrey meets a cute Canadian, she suddenly finds her rules being tested and challenged in ways she never dreamed possible. Beckett Riley is the shy, quiet, determined captain of the Chicago Buffaloes, a hockey team on the verge of turning the corner to becoming a winning organization. He’s Aubrey's opposite, with so many qualities that Aubrey had listed as ones she’d never want in a man. 
Yet Aubrey finds herself drawn to Beckett in ways she’s never known. And when she unexpectedly finds herself working with Beckett, she wonders if rules are meant to be broken after all . . .




*psst-preorder this book cause it's Aven's best work to date. Trust me, I LOVE this book :)

Monday, August 10, 2015

a book in review!



Brief Summary:


Is life with a rock star ever normal?

Small town girl Jill Griffin has mastered the art of being invisible, so when she falls in love with sexy rocker James Sheridan, at first she is content to live in his larger than life shadow. Building a life together under the glare of the media is challenging, and further complicated by constant touring, James’ partying and the mixed signals she gets from James’ twin brother Alex. What is that guy’s problem?

When her poems and journal ramblings become the songs on James’ best-selling album, Jill has to step out of her comfort zone and figure out how to live her life in a spotlight all her own. As her professional success as a songwriter threatens her relationship with James, Jill begins to wonder if she can write love songs without the love of her life.

Review:

I received this book in exchange for an honest review. I was really intrigued by the summary of this book, I mean to have your poems become hit songs? What a cool idea! I was sucked in from the first page and couldn't wait to see how it ended. The story covers a good portion of Jill's life and you definitely go all long with her for every adventure. I recommend this 4 star book to anyone who likes books they can read in a day and you'll be on a journey in the rock star world with the characters the whole time, xo!

Author Bio:

Gail Ward Olmsted is a professor in the School of Business & Information Technology at Springfield Technical Community College in Springfield, MA. She was the recipient of the Deliso Endowed Chair Award and was recently recognized by the Commonwealth of Massachusetts’s Department of Higher Education as one of “29 Who Shine”. Olmsted’s first visit to Sedona, AZ prompted her to start writing JEEP TOUR, her first novel. A few years later, her second visit provided the inspiration to complete it. Gail is currently working on a sequel to JEEP TOUR, which will be based in Ireland. A hopeless romantic, she is married to the love of her life, is mom to two young adults and three cats, and enjoys reading, music and travel. Learn more about Gail and her books by visiting her at www.Facebook.com/gailolmstedauthor

Friday, August 7, 2015

5day! On a boat

Yup, today's workday is being spent on a boat. My department is having our annual outing and we are hitting the Long Island Sound. This week has been great, I finally feel like all of me is back in town. MK has come back from vacation and we've been catching up like crazy. As far as the weekend goes, date day with MK tomorrow and maybe a softball game on Sunday. Until Monday, laters, xo!



polished & bubbly has made it to Instagram. go follow for more fun!


summer of Rosé continues


and it feels so good...!


ahhhhh, April retweeted me! #epic



dad surprised me with my new fave cup!