My shoes died on me in NYC…

Before I get into this glorious story I’d like to mention I’m working on a Costa Rica page for my blog with some useful resources/information and I’ll be posting more content related to that trip so I can link it on that page. Sorry, I know you’re probably sick of it by now: “We get it, you went to Costa Rica!” Ahhhh. 

A picture of some random NYC buildings. 

Anyway, I went to New York City for my friend’s birthday weekend (shoutout to her lovely mother for taking me along). Not everything went according to plan. The hotel we were supposed to stay at didn’t have our reservation, so we had to carry our stuff with us the rest of the day. Also, we had to get ready to see a Broadway show in the lobby bathroom – which was two stalls and a small mirror. I had chosen a cute velvet a-line dress, stockings, my favorite necklace, a black cropped denim jacket, and these amazing (or so I thought) studded wedges. 

Black velvet dress, black necklace, black tights. I have no outfit photos of me wearing these shoes.

I had picked up these “bad boys” at a thrift shop a few years prior, but I had never worn them. That’s right, I never wore these. Not once. As you can tell from the title, that wouldn’t make much of a difference. Immediately after we exited the lobby I started hearing “click, flap, click, flap” when I walked. I looked down and noticed the sole of the shoe was coming apart! But I was able to tuck it underneath the heel protector, and I figured I could manage the rest of the night. I was wrong. 

Accessible caption: My studded wedges. They had circular, triangle, and pyramid shaped studs on eight different straps. These straps were coming undone. 

We took an Uber to the broadway show and as soon as we exited the car I felt this strange sensation. Apparently, the straps were glued underneath the sole, and when the sole starting coming off, the toe straps came undone. I couldn’t walk in them, they were *LITERALLY* falling apart on my feet, but I had no time to slow down because we were late for the show. 

At this point I was pissed that these shoes fell apart on me. When intermission came into the garbage they went! These shoes erected extremely petty hatred that filled every fiber of my being. Hence the following photo. 

Accessible caption: My friend’s mother holding up the shoes while I hold up a middle finger to them. How dare you fall apart on me, ungrateful foot-holders! 

Now, remember how we had to carry around our stuff? THANK GOD. I was able to change into a pair of boots I had brought. I guess the moral of the story is that if your hotel doesn’t have your reservation, it’s fine because your shoes are about to fall apart. And that concludes today’s installment of life lessons with Knurly.

See you soon,

Knurly 

Travel Diaries | Costa Rica: Encounters of the awkward kind

This storytime is accompanied by a drinking game: take a shot every time I said awkward. Disclaimer: don’t do that. Unless you want to…at your own risk. 

Every traveler knows that hostels are a great place to meet other people. Even if you’re a nervous a-social being hiding away in a private room (like myself), you can’t escape the social nature of the hostel. However, what happens when you combine two socially inept introverts (cough…like myself and my boyfriend) with a couple of clearly social stoners? A really awkward story, that’s what.

All it needs is a couple hammocks…

My boyfriend had cooked us dinner (thanks babe) and I was cleaning up the shared kitchen. Out of nowhere, this young lady asks me “did you cook in here?” – or something of the sort. That’s not important. I tell her yes, my boyfriend made us dinner…blah blah blah, not important. We’re just going to call her…Jane. Jane is from the states, like I am, so naturally we start talking. I tell her we were in Monteverde, and as it turns out, that’s where her and her boyfriend are heading to next. She wants recommendations on cheap things to do. Turns out our private rooms were right next to each other. I went into my room to get my Monteverde map.

We’re sitting on the bench in front of her room and her boyfriend comes out. We’re going to call him…Nolan. Still no problem, super nice seeming people, very chill, kind of stoners, but to each their own. Anyway, Jane says shes gotta go take a shower and returns to her room My boyfriend and I decide to sit outside on our bench. About fifteen to thirty minutes later, Nolan comes outside the room and sees us sitting on our bench. He says “Oh…You guys totally heard us didn’t you?” Hahaha. We said no, and to be honest, we didn’t hear them having sex. But it was still awkward.

He asks if we’d be up to go out to eat. My boyfriend, being the great conversationalist that he is says something like: “We already ate, but we’re totally up to watch you eat.” Eep. Awkward. 

GREAT choice of words, babe. What he MEANT to say was “we’re down for anything.” Needless to say, thing’s did progress very well afterwards. We continue to sit on our bench until the two came out, showered and changed, and made a b-line past us towards the courtyard exist…and didn’t say annnyyythhhinnggg to us.

Ouch, owwie. Awkward. To make things even worse, they kept coming and going in and out of the courtyard, which, mind you, is fairly small (I think they were trying to acquire weed from someone outside). It was weird, because there was no communication from them if they wanted to hang out, or not. I don’t exactly know when they left, because my boyfriend and I were so tired we passed out around 8-9. Anyway, the next day at breakfast we completely avoided them but they also avoided us. It was awkward. There were some…glances. My boyfriend and I decided to get out of there and when we came back later, they had left. Phewww.

The moral of the story is I’m 21 and still socially inept. But that’s ok, because the internet has taught me to post these stories online.

What the most awkward encounter you’ve had while traveling? I’m positive this is not the most awkward thing that will happen to me.

-Knurly 

What’s the plan?

I envy people who can see a clear path to their career goals. They know what they want to do, what they need to major in, and what types of jobs and internships they need to obtain. However, my selected career – sorry, dream, doesn’t have such defined limits. Often I find myself hopelessly lost in college, highly unsure if my major will pay off or if it’s simply a giant waste of time.

However, today I’ve finally put together a plan. After getting a 78% on an exam (and crying for an hour, because it’s the lowest grade I’ve ever gotten on any college exam…ever), I decided I needed to re-prioritize for my health and sanity. Cut to a day later, during a couples massage for my two year anniversary: I am finally relaxed enough to start thinking more clearly. What do I really want?

I think the obvious answer is: I don’t want to work in an office! I want to either be self-employed and/or work from home. I’d be willing to settle on going into an office once a week or once a month. It’s 2018 and I’m going into a business-tech field. I should be able to pull that off. There’s also my absolute dream of becoming a successful novelist. Working from home would be a huge advantage if I want to write on the side.

The National Gallery says that Goya recycled this canvas. Whatever was underneath wasn’t worth saving.

It’s amazing, I was lost for months years, trying to find my plan. And yet, it all came together within twenty-four hours. I think I was meant to have a breakdown yesterday, because I got right back up and put everything back together in a new way. It’s like art. I can paint and paint on a canvas but sometimes covering it all up and starting over produces a better result. Of course the layers are still there underneath, and they may peak through, but that’s part of it’s character.

In conclusion, I’ve learned nothing because my teacher emailed the class today saying she is allowing us to retake one of our exams! Hurrah!

Anyway, can you guess what my next post is about? There’s a hint in the post.

Until next time,

Knurly

I will never wear these again + the parachute dress

They sucked me in! I saw these babies while waking down the street and they are two for 12. I’ve wanted some Octogon sunglasses for a long time. I like the way they look on my face, and not to mention, the blue tint matched my outfit. I also bought a pair in black, but that’s besides the point right now.

Real subtle.

I should cue you guys in, I love conceptual pieces of clothings/outfits. I scored this particular dress at a thrift store for no more than 5 bucks. It reminds me of a parachute with all the ropes and zippers. It’s a charcoal blue color, which is just a few shades away from navy blue, my mortal enemy as a black-lover. However, it works well with black, so all is forgiven. Except for these bad photos, because you can’t really see the dress in all it’s glory. I’ve cinched it at the waist but it looks more parachute-y when loose.

“So what’s wrong with these sunglasses,” you’re wondering. Sorry, let me get to that part. After taking these photos I looked at these sunglasses and thought “wow, I am never going to wear these again.” And why would I have any reason to believe otherwise? These are blue and yellow, I wear tons of black and grey. They don’t exactly match the rest of my wardrobe. The title of this post could also be “Knurly buys shit they doesn’t need episode 32634 and one-half.” Does it bother you how I’ve mixed numbers and “one-half?” It should.

Back to me being vain. Since this is my parachute dress, I had to test it’s effectiveness. Unfortunately, I could not get any photos of me jumping (the photographer aka my friend was not willing to jump out of the plane with me) but here’s one of me landing safely:

Those are shorts and not my underwear, I don’t know you like that, I promise

Skydiving tested, Knurly approved.

Also, shout-out to you if you recognize this place. By the way, never pay for parking here, just cross the bridge and park on the residential streets like I do.

Finally: *really* important question guys, why do vendors with lots of sunglasses always have signs that say “no photos?” Is it because they’re selling knockoff designs or what? Do they not want want people taking a photo wearing the glasses and then not buying them? I wish to know the truth.

Anyway stay tuned for part two where I end up wearing these sunglasses again. 


Dress – Thrifted

Bralette – eBay

Shoes – Converse, Burlington Coat Factory

Sunglasses – random store whose name I cannot remember but who cares, because these sunglasses were the only thing that wasn’t overpriced there

Necklace that you can’t see – local store

Hat – also thrifted why do I even bother with these


-Knurly