Iphone Diary: Prague

So I really had no business starting this blog because a blog is more than just shameless divulging but perhaps a commitment to content….and to be interesting. One of which I have and one of which Europe is.

However timing and punctuality is everything and unfortunately (but maybe fortunately) being abroad has given me no concept of time.  It has only given me a rapidly decreasing wallet and the endless desire to drink wine for no reason and eat everything…twice.

But through the request of a friend, I decided to backtrack and relive my globe trotting  via iphone diary (hasn’t been stolen yet! I’m golden..for now)

First trip: Prague prounounced Pra-ha for those in the know

Pretty views

Prague Castle

Lennon Wall (some people thought it was Lenin wall...not the same)

People really enjoy professing their love permanently with locks on bridges. It's a thing. (Pont Neuf in Paris is the place for this. Pictures to come)

Old Town Square

Some noteworthy things: The Czechs seem quiet during the day. There's a silence over Prague that really doesn't make any sense when the sunsets and people go nuts- in the best way possible (and as you'll see in stories to come..that's how most of Europe really is). So some things that aren't pictured: the day I wore a tweed shirt and leather pants to a night club and emerged [not so] lovely and sweaty hours thereafter, a pub crawl that ends at a 5-story club, Prague's main nighttime attraction, and a Nicky Romero concert that was jungle-themed and may have well been a rave -- that's right, me at a rave. I had no business being there. 

And so ends Prague. 

Next stop: Amsterdam

It will all come in a flood soon,

Amy 

Ps. With relevance to my blog's actual purpose, no materialism actually happened on this trip. That will also come soon (Berlin wins that one, and my backyard, Paris, of course) 

So Paris is a thing.

Oh my dear Blogosphere, I haven't forgotten about you. In fact I've thought about you longingly. Longingly only because I was hoping for a time when I could find something to say (other than my retail rants which are still very much apart of me) that would stimulate some interest...or at the very least allow me to selfishly divulge my every thought and instagram.

Alas! We have content, I'm in Paris.

I'm not going to pretend that my experience studying abroad is any more exciting to hear about than any other stereotypical foreigner in Paris experiencing eating a crepe for the first time or taking multiple pictures in front of the Eiffel Tower. But at some point in the past few days my attitude has switched from "argh, I don't want to be annoying" to "fuck it, this is cool. I have to tell someone...or everyone"

So I think it’s time we do a little sharing. Why? Because Paris is a winner; and though I cringe at the thought of all the American faux pas I most likely have been committing, there perhaps has never been any other city that I’ve wanted to grab and hug and profess my love to.

So prepare yourself for a little bit of this,

 (I know what I said earlier about taking a picture of the Eiffel Tower. I'm a hypocrite. Just deal with it.)

Ninth Post: Nostalgia

So, I visited home and although it was fun being home for the weekend, I must say I'm glad to be back in Austin (sorry Dallas, you are so the last 20 years of my life).

But as I've discovered that instagram is my current love (and I don't know, maybe if things continue to go smoothly this may be more than just a fling) I found some Dallas pictures on my phone that need to be shared! That is unless you follow me on instagram (amyesque, do it now)... and in that case I apologize for the redundancy.

I did some serious hunting over winter and spring break for some cool boutiques and such, and I may have hit the mother load.

Take a looksy..

Find#1: Milk&Honey

- This is byfar the cutest store ever, and if you swoon at the thought of cozy sweaters and cutesy knits this is SO for you. I'm thinkin' a little bit if Anthropologie mixed with Alice+Olivia but a fraction of the cost!

- Are you dying?

Find#2: We are 1976

- I'm not exactly sure how to categorize We are 1976. It kind of looks like what I imagine the inside of my head to look like. It's like one of those "stocks all sorts of random things that you never would've thought of but now that you see it you want it" kind of stores. It's also like one of those "omg I can't believe someone was so creative they thought to make this, now I have to go to a craft store and attempt to do something as equally as impressive" kind of stores. You get me? Yes? Okay, good.

Eighth Post: Long Overdue

Miss me? Of course you did.

Hello blogosphere. I'm back with vengeance. My apologies for my absence. You see I was doing this thing called college and though it's been fun with all the staying up late studying for midterms and the not understanding financial accounting like it's rocket science...I decided it's time for a break. Yep, winter break was my idea, folks. You're welcome-- not to mention the smarties that run my university let us have one finally but that's just formality.

But luckily for you, that means Amy has partaken in perhaps one of the most dangerous retail endeavors a person can EVER take on.

SEASONAL HOLIDAY RETAIL. Which, quite frankly, is really code for "the period of time where people who have no business or interest in shopping/materialism/consumerism enter in the mall while they coat themselves with stress and lists and drive their friendly neighborhood retailers insane."

Insane? Why you ask? Because they hate everything that we (and by we I mean all of us with shopping habits that could solve economic crises of the world) love. To them holiday shopping is not about finding a fabulous cable knit cardigan sweater on sale or a black and white peter pan collared button up shirt, those darn little scrooges bring unnecessary panic into my department, into my HOME (just kidding, but I just wanted you to understand the severity of the issue).

Point is, it sucks. more sucks than every other complaint I've ever made in past posts. Because it sucks with gift wrapping which by the way is my new least favorite words of December.

You see, in the summer saying "fitting room" might have made me cringe. But now, "gift wrapping" has me downright whimpering in the fetal position. For the record, I'd like to say I have no problem wrapping your presents for you but it's when you buy 12 sweaters and want me to individually wrap all of them in 10 minutes or less. And then you get mad at me for not making each one perfect. It just makes me nervous with your crazy holiday shopping eyes staring at me, and there's only so many cardboard paper cuts I can get from rushing before I say ENOUGH. You all just need to calm down and enjoy the chemically-engineered aroma of christmas trees and gingerbread cookies around you. Sheesh.

On a side note, I didn't have time to take fancy pictures, but I do however LOVE my hipstamatic app on my phone.

- distressed Amy...

- But look at my cute work outfit! (Suede dress from H&M, Blazer from Nordstrom)

- an artsy photo for good measure.

Anywho, 4 days till Christmas! Can't wait!

No longer desperate for sympathy...but begging,

Amy