I Bought A Backpack?

Humor funny los angeles lifestyle life Rebekah Koontz

Some of my friends know me as… frugal.

There are famous photographs of me, in line at the 99c store, counting my nickels and dimes while the shoppers in the background look like they’re ready to maul me. I don’t go thrift shopping unless it’s half off day. And I’ve been known to shout “A DOLLAR FIFTY FOR A PACK OF GUM?! YOU RETAIL SAVAGES!” quite loudly in Walmart.

I’m not much for impulse buys.

Shopping, Shopping | VLOGMAS #9


I leave the house, and get spendy, and get … smelly?

I may have too much fun in this vlog. But how much fun can one girl have, alone, in a car, with her camera?

Woah boy. Too. Much. Fun.

eShakti — Clothing Customized

eShakti clothing customized

I’m a rather small (tiny) human being.

Shifting into “adulthood,” I’ve been blessed with the special challenge of finding clothes that fit me. Clothes that aren’t sporting the latest Disney Princess, or flowers on the backside, or a bejeweled hemline.

The struggle is real.

Because of this, I flourished in the land of thrift stores, where clothes are cheap enough to destroy tailor to my fit and my liking. But, there are some times I rather just wave a magic wand over a dress and have it fit.

Enter online store eShakti.com!

Born Pretty Store Review

Born pretty store review

I don’t write a lot of reviews. When I do, they’re only ever for things I truly believe in or purchase from, such as Thred Up and Ipsy.

I found this store. They didn’t find me.

And I’m obsessed.

Target Haul (Justified. . )

Target haul 1 Justified

For Christmas, my uncle gave me a Target gift card.

You may be thinking that I did a haul not too long ago and are now judging me for my materialistic ways and lack of money savings.

But any shopaholic knows that buying something with a gift card isn’t really spending money and it’s a gift, hence I’m justified. That was easy logic.

Thank you, Tio, for the gift card. Now let me show you guys what I bought!

$11 Thrift Haul

Because I needed to do something to blog about, I just had to go out and spend money. You guys practically forced me. I had to. I had no choice.There was also a 50% off sale. On the whole store.

Overwhelmed. I was overwhelmed. I’m still overwhelmed!

The truth is I had work for seven hours Saturday morning and didn’t feel like spending the rest of my now-free Saturday stuck at home. My family said there was a sale at the thrift store. I couldn’t believe we were still lounging about the house! We all got dressed, I put what I thought was around ten dollars of tip money in my wallet, and we sped on down to our favorite thrifting spot, eyes wide, lips licking, and rubbing our hands together in excited anticipation.

Smelling Good

Chris and I had another friend day. We went and saw How To Train Your Dragon 2 with a bunch of moms and ten year olds. We thought sitting in the back would put us out of the way, not knowing ten year olds want to sit at the top. Two chairs over, Chris had a little boy explaining quite intelligently to his mom, “the dragon is sad because of this-this-and-this.” I started to laugh, and Chris flashed an excited grin and whispered that we had a narrator.

We wandered the mall, and I’m always enamored by the “stinky store,” Bath and Body Works. I kept finding myself inside, sniffing lotions and trying perfumes and imagining myself burning a yummy candle at home, but I never bought anything. That time, however, I made the mistake of telling Chris these life-changing little words.

“Chris. You should help me buy a perfume.”

Bath and Body Works has these little white cards available. The thought is you spray the fragrance you’re testing on the paper, in case you hate it. That way you don’t have something horrible leeched to your arm until you take another shower to rid of the smell.
Chris took it to an extreme. 
He collected a small stack of the cards in his hand and went one by one, down the wall of fragrances. The card has a side you spray and a side for you to write the name of the scent. He borrowed a pen. 

By the third smell, we had a system. He would spray the card, wave it twice, smack/smush it into my nose, smell the card, shrug and give me his opinion, then let me smell it. 
He got creative, adding smiley faces and hearts for ones he liked, and sad faces and tears for ones he didn’t like. He even changed what I believe was “Forever Love” to “Forever NO!”
Cute girl workers in black aprons would come and ask if we needed help, but we said no. They would smile politely then give us a weary look that said “please don’t destroy everything just to have fun” before going away.
We were having fun, probably too much fun to make sense. But it got to the point that I was saying between giggles, “Chris you’re really funny today!” Then I would be minding my own business, to turn and hear Chris chuckling to himself because he thought my expression was something to be laughed at.
We were high on Bath and Body Works fumes. Chris claims he’s always that funny.
But we were high on Bath and Body Works fumes.
We made it down one side of the wall, and exhaled happily, feeling accomplished, until I had to point out that we started in the middle and missed the first half of the wall. Determined, Chris went back to the cards, grabbed more, and we tackled it from the beginning until where we first began.
It didn’t end there. After going through the whole lot of perfumes, Chris shuffled back through our cards and repicked the ones with smiles and hearts. He was going to get more cards, but I stopped him. We had agreed earlier (when I made him try a peach lotion) that different smells smell different on different people.
“We should just spray these scents on me and see if they smell good.” Was my brilliant plan.
We sprayed my wrist, elbow, shoulder, wrist, elbow, shoulder on both sides. And magically had spots for each smell.
We looked ridiculous.
Again, weary Bath and Body Works employees watching us.
I do have to admit, it got to the point – after maybe the third hour of harassing the poor workers – that I did feel compelled to buy something. 
I had originally gone to Bath and Body Works for the new Sunset By The Pool scent, which supposedly smelled like peaches. I’m infatuated by peaches, apparently. So I had to get that one. A big bottle would be six dollars. Or I could get three little bottles (originally six each) for twelve.  
Isn’t that how they get all of us? This isn’t my first time with the three for twelve. Last purchase, I bought Sweet Pea, Moonlight Way, and Ocean Breeze. Sweet Pea was the only one I liked and finally finished. 
When Chris did his smell test on Sweet Pea, he shrugged, made a face, and said it was “okay..” and that he wasn’t very found of it, which made me double over into unnecessary laughter, because Sweet Pea is all I wear. He didn’t know and stood there awkwardly.
I walked away with Sunset By The Pool, White Citrus (even though Chris wasn’t a fan), and Beautiful Day. I have to thank Chris for his help, though. I’m in love with Beautiful Day, it has a subtle apple scent. I would’ve never found it without his crazy system. White Citrus is great too. A scent I stole from my friend Amy that I liked.
Ironically, Sunset By The Pool hasn’t been my favorite. But two out of three is definitely an improvement. 
I then had the biggest tantrum when I got this coupon AFTER I had spent all my money.
But just now, I realized it’s not valid until August 4th, so I feel dumb.
I’d like to say I’m joking about us spending three hours in the store, but I’m not. We did. And we had the best time.
I have all the scents to prove it. Just in case you didn’t truly take in the 24 fragrance cards the first time, look again.
We had a very good time.

My Saphora Experience

I drug my mom to Saphora yesterday. Saphora is that loud makeup store in JCPenny’s. Or maybe it stands alone where you are, I don’t know.


I don’t know anything about the products that are in Saphora, except for the fact that they’re expensive, and I don’t understand why.

If you’re shopping with my mom, you have to have a reason you’re going to a certain store and it has to be logical. My mom isn’t a shopper. She’s a getin-getout-ter. Staring at pretty things, trying stuff on without the intention of buying it, it’s not her cup of tea.

I told her I was going in to check about this pimple spot treatment thing I heard about while watching YouTube. We stood outside, staring at the outer shelves of Benefit and Tarte makeup, I felt good about myself because I knew a few things about those brands, then stepped inside. And my knowledge hit a dead end.

New York, New York

We hopped into our first New York taxi this morning. Ironically it was a black SUV with not a hint of yellow.


We went straight for the uber glamorous, uber classy, high end, Queen’s Center Mall.

My Friend Jake

I have a friend name Jake.


He likes fashion.  .


Like this super-classy feather vest we found at Forever 21. .

Just kidding.

He does like fashion, though. And so do I. So it was funny that we haven’t ever gone shopping together.

Julie wanted to go down to the Ontario Mills Mall to try on ball gowns and have this huge silly photo shoot, and Jake was going to treat us like his Barbie dolls. He had to go down the hill on Tuesday for an eye doctor appointment anyway (which was when I got a call about THE JOB), so it seemed like the perfect plan.

Until Julie found she needed to work Tuesday. =-/

So we switched it to a shopping day instead (and will be sure to come back when Julie’s free). It was actually the first time Jake and I have done anything together.

I texted him and asked if he wanted to dress up all chic (since we’re both supposed to be the fashion people, anyway), and after finally establishing and agreeing on what “chic” meant, he said sure. Haha.

He wore a black suit (I believe a skinny fit? Not sure if that’s a saying in menswear. Still learning.) with a gray and white Aztec design under shirt. And I wore my favorite navy lace dress with pearls, a thin belt, gray nylons, and my wingtip heels. I love my orange purse too, and it was fall, so I figured it could pass.

Confession on my part. Just like the stereotypical girl-shopper, I love shoes.

Even in the men’s department.

Jake and I have agreed, though, that our styles are very different. I’m more vintage/boho chic, so he wasn’t feeling the sweet wingtip shoes I found for him. Instead, he pulled a pair of rectangle dress shoes that had a thin belt embellishment across the top.

I think that’s when we realized, out of pure coincidence, we picked shoes that matched the exact ones we were wearing.

What are the odds?

At least we’re consistent, right?

After a burst of laughter too loud to be sane coming from the shoe department, we left the store, then stopped each other, stared, and pointed like a couple of jealous children at this kid on a tiger! It was like an ATV/electric wheelchair/awesomeness thing. After about the third kid who passed us on one of those, we HAD to know where they got them and if we could get one too.

Finally, we found where to rent them. There was a significantly long line of people and kids waiting to get one, and the girl there was explaining to the mother that the tail worked as an emergency break. Pull the tail, and the creature will automatically stop going.

That explained why I saw a lot of parents, walking around behind their kids, the creature’s tail in their hand.

I was also inspired by this man’s enthusiasm to be apart of such a wonderful animal rental company.

Doesn’t he look like he’s just ITCHING to rent one?

Okay. I’m done being mean.

Honestly, I think Jake was definitely weighing the options of renting one of these babies. But I told him why don’t we just take a picture with it. That seemed to pacify him.

He took my phone and stepped back and I think he was totally expecting me to mount the thing and strike a pose. But the girl was already giving us a dirty look for hanging around too close. So I quickly got down and took a picture, before we were asked to back away.

I don’t like it, but he said he did, so there ya go.

Jake spent the rest of the day trying to make me fat. After Starbucks, mind you, he found out I’d never had a Cinnabon and dragged me over to get one. The girl offered a sample of their sweet raspberry lemonade (and we don’t turn down free samples. Jake was making cheap jokes at me all day), which I immediately poured all down my front, to the tune of Jake’s oh-so-subtle. .

“OH! Haha! You just poured that ALL OVER your dress!”


I mumbled how at least I’d smell good, to save my ego, then we went and sat down for Jake to cut up the cinnamon roll to share. He got to the center chunk and hesitated.

“You know, I usually just eat this in one bite. It’s the best part. .” He was saying. I could see the wheels in his head turning, then he forked it and shoved it at my face. “Here.”

“No, Jake, it’s too big.”

“No it’s not. Just eat it!” He was pushing and pushing it at my face and I was backing away repetitively, telling him no, when PLOP. .

Big glop of icing. Right in my lap.

Jake looked horrified.

He quickly put the fork down and scrambled around, looking for napkins in our Cinnabon bag. “They didn’t give us napkins!!” He jumped to his feet and scanned the food court. “There aren’t any napkins in this FOOD COURT?!” I think he thought I was going to bite off his head. But I was busting up.

He tore off a piece of our paper bag and I used that to wipe the icing off, and me and my dress were fine.

This is probably why I wear dark colors, though.

We walked around the mall. And I bought nail polish, of course. But it was on a ridiculously high shelf, and I was in heels. So I don’t know what that was about.

Not short person friendly.

I got four colors from Aeropostal of all places (I had a gift card), and we ended our day having an Auntie Em’s pretzel, a cinnamon one. It wasn’t until we were driving home that I realized we went overboard on cinnamon. I was sweetened OUT. But everything was good.

It was a good day. =-) Time to wash my dress though.