[GIFTED] Fuck It Let's Drink T-Shirt

So, you've had a hellish week at work.  Not your typical annoying week, but a HELLISH week.  The kind that makes you lay on the floor of your apartment and question your choices in life so far.  You need an intravenous drip of vodka after a week like this.  The only friends you need after a week like this are Jack Daniels, Jose Cuervo, and Captain Morgan.  

Here's what you do: leave work at 5pm on the dot, go home, drink a beer in one gulp.  Get out of your stupid, uncomfortable work clothes.  Throw on this Fuck It Let's Drink T-Shirt ($22, Buy Me Brunch).  Head to the bar, drink until you don't feel feelings anymore.  Wake up, buy a bagel and a ginger ale and watch shitty reality shows on E!.  All you need.     

[GIFTED] Saddle Ring

There are two kinds of girls who love horses: the rich kind who hire people to do the dirty work of taking care of the horses, and the not rich kind who do the dirty work of taking care of the horses for rich people.

The rich kind would come to school, raving about the medal she won in her latest jumping competition.  The non-rich kind would come to school smelling like manure because they were in the stables at 6AM.  

Either of them would love this Saddle Ring ($46, Robynn Molino), though it would probably look better on the Patrician hands of the rich girl, you know? 

[GIFTED] Get Your Dupa Back to the Midwest T-Shirt

If you grew up in a household that was the magical combination of Polish AND Midwestern, you will relate to this Get Your Dupa Back to the Midwest T-Shirt ($25, The Social Dept). 

Dupa, of course, is the Polish word for "ass," which is a word that your mother, grandmother, or assorted loud aunts would yell at you (ie: "I'm gonna smack your dupa if you don't stop screaming" or, at the dinner table "Sit down on your dupa and eat your delicious borscht"). 

Your mother will love this shirt because it calls to mind her Polish heritage and also does the nagging for her.  Why don't you visit anymore?  You just come home on the holidays and that's it?  Get your dupa back here for a real visit this year, you dumb Polack. 

[WHAT I BOUGHT] Fossil Austin Shopper

Oh hell yeah, bitches—it's tote bag season!  I had been in love with my yellow and tan magazine tote from Kate Spade, but after two summers of being dragged to every outdoor happy hour, beer hall day drinking, and the like, it's looking a bit rough.

My quest to get a new tote bag was not easy because I'm always trying to find things that are both masculine and feminine.  Unfortunately for me, this year's Kate Spade line features totes like this that are the equivalent of douchey graphic tees, festooned with contrived quotes from Dorothy Parker.  NO THANKS.  The male equivalent of Kate Spade—Jack Spade—was also pretty uninspired. 

I thought maybe I should forgo the buying of a new tote in favor of doing what I did in college, which was put everything in my pockets and look like a fucking slob 24/7, but let's NOT go backwards, right?

Then, my girlfriend bought a cute bag from Fossil.  I was all like, "Doesn't Fossil make cheap watches for college students?"  Not exactly.  They have some good shit in there, like the bag I ended up buying: the Austin Shopper ($148, Fossil).  Not bad, right? 

[GIFTED] Mo's Bow's

If you're like most people, you have a fantasy career you daydream about when you've have a particularly bad day.  Whether you'd be a personal trainer, a brewmaster, or the owner of a fancy cheese shop, the scenario is the same.  You picture yourself, and you're happy.  You're living your PASSION.   

Of course, you completely gloss over the fact that starting your own business is H-A-R-D.  No matter how soul-crushing the company you work for is, you still get paid when you're supposed to.  When you own your own business, you get paid approximately NEVER.  That's why you SHOULD'VE started your dream company when you were younger; when you didn't have bills to pay, or the expectation of a paycheck in any form.  

That's what Moziah Bridges did.  Bridges—the “Mo” behind “Mo’s Bows”—ditched video games in favor of hanging out with his grandmother to learn the art of making bow ties from scrap material by hand. Now eleven years old (do you feel bad about yourself, or what?) Mo has turned sewing hobby into a bona fide business. The bow ties (starting at $30, Bourbon & Boots) are available in a variety of colors, patterns, and sizes (even for infants!), so everyone can be just as dapper as the ties’ namesakes.