to slip-on or not to slip-on

That is my current question. 

I feel like all I am seeing right now are slip-on sneakers. 

And up until two minutes ago when I saw that they were called slip-on sneakers, I was "calling" them caaaasualll loafers. 

But I guess slip-on sneaker makes more sense. 

aka. these:

My favorite bloggers, vloggers, and anyone in between are rocking them and every time
I find myself online window shopping, I stumble across another pair. 

As of right now, I am definitely leaning towards a black pair. The thought of leggings, a comfy sweater, chunky scarf, and these slip-ons makes my wannabe, "I'm trying to be casually cute but it's not supposed to look like I'm trying to be casually cute" self happy.

one//two//three//four//five//six

But I'm just not sure I could pull them off. 

I wear a size 9.5/10 so I can only imagine how large and in charge my feet would look like. 

Can you say walking yachts?

But who knows, if "feeling-spendy" kicks in this weekend, you just might see a loaf, err, slip-on sneaker appear by Monday. 

Masking Sunday Night Blues

Or as I see it, Sunday night anxiety. 

I will go to my grave saying that Sunday nights are the number one leading cause of depression. Ya, feel me? Anytime I see someone insta about how Sundays are the best, I always just want to ask, in what world do you live in?

Sundays are when I have my best panic attacks. 

"I haven't planned a thing." 

"What the *&%$ am I going to wear tomorrow?"

"I haven't done laundry." 

"Why don't I have more time to nap?"

"Why didn't I do anything Friday night, or at any point Saturday?"

"What am I doing with my life?"

Just me who is this crazy?

okay. 

I get it. 

Any who, in order to rid of the nerves that loom over on Sunday nights, I am introducing you to a mask that you NEED. Not only because it is FAB, but because it will help you start your week on the right, 

clear face, 

foot...

(Just go with it. I'm bizarre.) 

The Body Shop Seaweed Ionic Clay Mask. Aka my LIFE.

It's cooling.

It's refreshing.

And. it. WORKS.

On their website, they claim that it will "detoxify and deep cleanse your skin" and it does! I always fear that after it dries and I rinse it off that my skin is going to be a desert, hot mess, but it is BEYOND soft and smooth. And by tomorrow, any redness or blemishes are usually clear.

Such a game changer.

Spoiler alert, I'm actually off tomorrow so don't hate me. It's a teacher grading and planning day so in essence we work from home. Otherwise Granny over here would be fast asleep dreaming that the questions above will go away...

at least until next Sunday. 

Currently...

-Sitting on my bed avoiding a stack of homework and tests that need to be graded. Like they really need to be graded. The second quarter ends Friday so it is crunch time. But let me tell you...grading is THE WORST. It's not the actual act of grading that I hate, it's seeing students get concepts that you go OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER wrong. I tell my kids daily that you can't make math up and yet, they make math up. Insert flat face and monkey with his hands over his eyes emojis. 

-Loving Meghan Trainor's new album! I cannot stop listening to it on Spotify. My faves are "What if I" and "Title"
Ps. Still blows my mind she is only 21. HOW.

-Dreaming about puppies. I'm currently in the process of locking down a cockapoo puppy sometime in May. I'm sending out my deposit tomorrow so fingers crossed everything works out! (My mom just shook her head in further disbelief....Sorry, betts, you're going to be a puppy grandma!)

(ps. I had a cockapoo puppy growing up, but the photo below that I saw on pinterest set my heart on having an apricot one! eeek!)

-Adoring my friend Natalie's new blog. I mean, CAN YOU EVEN with the gifs?!?!?! Girl has like four posts and is already a freaking pro. Hashatag beyond jealous.

-Admiring my handy-man skills. I hung a shelf (!!!) and that keep calm picture and two nails for some of my statement necklaces and that picture in my bathroom. 

Just call me Tim the tool-man Taylor.
Still BLOWS my mind that none of it has fallen.
Goodbye the days of command hooks!

And that's it, folks! Writing the second post is always awkward.

I would know since I've done it, oh I don't know, 3 times before.
 It's this whole, hmm...I've done the "Here I am!" post, now what?? 

And it never gets less awkward. 

I'm BAAAACCCKKKK

Well look who is back, starting a blog, for the 18th million time. If there ever was an award for someone who starts, stops, starts, stops, starts, and then stops blogging, I'd win. 

I created my blogger profile in January of 2012. 

And today is January 15, 2015. 

How do you say, hot mess? 

For the 5 people, at max, who read Pessimistic Polly in its prime (aka for 2 weeks), I've decided "she" needed to come back. I've missed her. Plus, a few of my besties have started blogging and I. Am. Jealous. There is just something different about having your own space that I was dying to get back. 

Now, back in October of 2013 (woah), when I decided blogging was a bit too much to handle, I simply made Pessimistic Polly private. I never blogged from "her," but she was always there. Jump forward to April-May 2014 when I started applying for jobs and graduated from college, I full blown deleted her. I was beyond paranoid (It's my fabulous anxiety.) that my future employers were going to find my private blog, read a post about my fall wish-list where I possibly cursed, and be like, "Nope, can't hire her to teach our youth!" So needless to say, she was gone. 

So here I am today, blogging from a fabulous new design! Truthfully, I cam across these fab blogger templates (www.designerblogs.com) and I had to have one for myself. So here we are. Blogging. Again. 

Now before I took the plunge and purchased the template (about an hour ago), I decided I needed to make a list of things/mindsets that I will change this time around in hopes that Polly will last longer than two months. So without further adieu, here are my ideas: 

Yes, I am cliche, but it is so true. I need to blog for myself. The first time around, I was so into blogging for everyone else. And not the people that I knew were reading my blog, but for the people that were potentially reading my blog. I was too obsessed with putting on a show, if you will. So this time around, it's all for me. 

Again, old Polly was dedicated towards blogging for show. And thus it became a chore. This time around, I'm blogging as an outlet from my perffectt life. 

Hashtag sarcasm. 

I teach 12 year olds math and 9th and 10th graders journalism. I need ALL the outlets. 

This time around, I refuse to limit myself to certain topics for fear of possible posts not fitting with "my" image. No holds bar over here. 

(^ is that the saying? Too tired to google and double check. I'm going with it.) 

THIS ONE. 

Old Polly was a 5-days a week blog. 

Not this time around. 

Again, I teach 12 year olds math and 9th and 10th graders journalism. 

Nobody got time for 5-days a week blog! 

I'm blogging whenever I can. The end. 

Jokes aside, I genuinely hope I can blog for longer than what seems like a minute. I have the most amount of envy for bloggers who have years of posts to look back and reflect on. Someday we'll get there Polly there. 

Emphasis on someday. 

Phew, you with me? 

Ugh, I'm so glad to be back.

Hello, Queen Betty, Greta, Alex, Nat, and Matthew- I've missed you!