Marc Jacobs, Juicy Couture & a Wedding

What a lovely summer night! Fiance tried to clean (fix) my fan and ended up breaking it. So now we’re sweating buckets while watching a movie and eating dinner.

I made us a succulent dinner consisting of lasagna hamburger helper and flavorful spicy western chicken ceaser salad tonight. A culinary masterpiece, don’t you you think?! I’m so excited for the times to come after our wedding, where we can host dinner parties. Secretly I want to be a 50’s house wife, wearing the pearls while creating amazing meals for friends and family.

We are THREE WEEKS away from our wedding! Can you believe it???? It’s such an exciting, overwhelming, stressful, happy, anxious, ecstatic time in my life! I have like 3487482348903 things to do before the wedding (or at least it feels that way.) I can’t wait to post pictures of the wedding! Speaking of, I never shared our engagement pics, here we go… 

Let me catch you up on what’s been going on in the fantastic world of internships:

1. Barbara Fields Buying Office was a wonderful experience this past Spring/Summer 2012 semesters. Working in a trend and color forecasting firm has been so fulfilling and I’ve learned so much.

2. Since we’re getting married, I’ve been in the search for a paid internship… I’ll let you know when I find one.

3. Last week, I randomly thought it would be fun to send my resume to EVERYONE at Marc Jacobs. Under their Internship page on the company website, there was a lot of contacts that I used. Surprisingly, they responded! I honestly wasn’t expecting anything. But they contacted ME! A woman in the accessories department of the Marc Jacobs collection, contacted me wanting me to be an intern. Some facts about the internship is, it’s in NYC (totally awesome, but kinda far away from LA), it’s unpaid… yeah, those are really the only facts that matter. When I found out that Marc Jacobs was even a possibility, I cried. I don’t mean a little boo-hoo, but balling my eyes out to the point my fiance had no idea what I was saying. I got really really depressed, because it would mean being away from my new husband (internship would start right after wedding) and it’s unpaid, so it would be hard to support myself. But my fiance was a saint and blessed this adventure. Through many days of going back and forth between decisions, I made the mature decision to stay here in LA with my fiance.

During this time though, I had been in contact with Juicy Couture. I have always admired the brand and working for them would really be awesome. Yesterday, I went to one of their showrooms in Downtown LA. The showroom was absolutely glorious. So colorful, so creative… so magical. To put it in a nutshell, I got the internship and I’ll start work soon. YAY!

New internship! (WOO-HOO!) Wedding in 3 weeks! (WOO-HOO!)

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Wannabe

I love messing with the salespeople at Neiman Marcus.

My family and I recently went on a trip to Los Angeles for the weekend in search of an apartment for me. And in the process, we visited Fashion Island… Yes, Fashion Island. Doesn’t that sound wonderful? I would love to be Gillagin on that type of island. But in reality, it’s not an actual island [insert disappointment] but just huge mall. A beautiful city of a mall.

Of course I wanted to visit all of the major department stores and boutiques. When I saw that they had a Nordstrom, Neiman Marcus and Bloomingdale’s… Oh gosh, I was embarrassing. Just picture a little kid who is visiting Disneyland for the first time… that was me. I’m not saying I’ve never been to those fine establishments before, it’s just a rare experience because those stores are not close to my hometown.

Neiman Marcus is my favorite. Right when I walk into the holy of holies, I get very intimidated from the well dressed employees and the clinically clean floors. Since I have a shoe and purse fetish [Hi, I’m Lauren. And I have a problem] I went straight to those said departments. Oh… oh those shoes… beautiful. My mom and sister tried on Louboutins while I drooled over some feathered Valentino’s.

I then separated from the pack and wandered into the wonderful land of purses. In my wallet, I probably have enough to buy a pack of gum… but what the Neiman Marcus salespeople don’t know, won’t hurt them. I pretend that I’m a very successful career woman and I try on the Balenciaga’s, Louis Vuitton’s, Prada and Gucci. I ask questions about the suede interiors, ask about cleaning techniques, types of leathers. I get the sales person very excited that they might be making a sale… and then I pretend that my mom is calling my cell and I have to go. I know it’s cruel, but it’s more cruel to not let me get a purse. Believe me, I would more than love to help them make commission. One day… that’s all that I can keep telling myself. One day I’ll be able to be a regular customer at Neiman Marcus… If not work there. Oh, but a girl can only dream.