Wed: Getting Ready

i’m posting our getting ready pics today! when i look back at this time of our wedding day, I’m still utterly amazed at the calm that pervaded the room. Whether that was due to my amazing bridal party who shielded me from the catastrophes, or because thing really were going so well that day, I guess I’ll never know. I’m just thankful that it was! 

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Our venue would not allow us into the space until 10AM the morning of the wedding, so there was some serious tension in the air as we drove to Norman that morning. Thoughts were flying through my head omg i’m getting married, what if we can’t get everything set up in time, what if we forgot something major, omg i’m getting marred. 

There is no explanation for how smoothly everything came together that morning other than we have the most selfless and giving friends and family….and God. Literally, there isn’t any other explanation. Everything was set up smoothly, everyone helped out, everyone was happy and laughing. Ya there were a few hitches but nothing that I would call a catastrophe!

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By 12:30 that afternoon I was in the Bridal room, listening to my wedding playlist and relaxing while I got my makeup done. I just remember feeling so dang happy to have everyone that was near and dear to me in that room, getting ready to celebrate mine and Jared’s special day. I’m so thankful for the time I was given to relax!!

Of course, during this time Jared was rebooking our hotel at one that his family wasn’t  staying at that same night, frantically trying to find my wedding band that he had dropped and lost, and leaving the venue before he gave my bridesmaids cash for my makeup artist, so he probably wouldn’t call the getting ready time calm the way I would. Thank you Jesus for a great bridal party that took care of everything while I was blissfully fixing my hair!

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^Jared went golfing with his groomsmen the day before the wedding and got the WORST farmer’s tan you ever did see. luckily his forehead faded by the next day, and his arms were covered in his suit! although at the time i couldn’t have cared less, he looked pretty scrumptious to me! details-14 copy details-15 copy details-32 copy details-33 copy details-17 copy details-19 copy details-20 copy

^My something old was the brooch on my bouquet that belonged to my Great Grandmother; my something new were my garters that my sister Courtney had designed and made for me; my something borrowed was my mother’s wedding ring; and my something blue was the blue crochet flowers on my handkerchief which belonged to another of my great grandmothers. details-37 copy details-39 copy details-35 copy^this is so typical Jared, walking around in his boxers, half dressed. Amanda, our photographer, told me that she went to get Jared for our first look and asked Jared if he was ready and he said yep! and then walked out from behind the couch just like this. 

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//the details//

Vine hair piece//custom made by 7th & West

Chunky bracelet//custom made by Donna Leota 

Striped Heels//Dolce Vita from ModCloth

Veil//custom made by me! Vintage lace from an old dress I found at a thrift store

hair// me

makeup// melrose makeup 

Bouquet//custom made by me, supplies from Save on Crafts

Dress// David’s Bridal




to girls with dreams

girls with dreamsi wrote this to myself a while back, in a time when i was really needing encouragement and the push to move forward. but i think every girl can use a little encouragement, a little push. so welcome to my heart.

hey you.

ya you. you with the dream in your heart and the idea in your head, you’ve got so much energy and excitement you’re practically lifting off the ground.

I see you. I see your dreams, how they are so big they are almost scary (scratch that, they are scary). I see your fear and your hope and i see your desire. You just want a chance. a chance to be heard, a chance to jump out there and see what you’re capable of.

don’t lose that desire. don’t lose that dream. you are capable. you’re fierce and your strong and you’re going places kid. you’ve got more potential in your friggin pinky than most people have in their entire body.

you’re going to have some doubters. you’re going to have some toxic, noxious, doubters who try to keep you down, keep you contained, keep you on the path they think you is best for you. but they don’t know. 

they don’t know what you’re capable of, even if they say they do. they can’t understand you’re vision because they don’t have any themselves. and the only thing you can do is keep your eyes ahead and don’t let them derail you from your dream.

you’re scared, your not sure of yourself? stop it. there’s a reason why you are a dreamer, there’s a reason why you’re excited. it’s because you’re a life changing force in this world. you have a gift and a dream and a desire and you’re going to make things happen. fear is good, it means you’re thinking BIG, you’re taking risks. Life is not life without a few risks.

but you may have to wait. you may have to be patient. you may have to put in some hard hours, deal with some hard situations, listen to some hard advice. but it’ll make you stronger. it’ll make you smarter. it’ll make you that much more passionate.

and no, not every idea you have is going to be fantastic. be humble. be watchful. be open. take every opportunity, squeeze out every last drop of experience. someday that dream will be a reality. if only you will have the guts to work hard, ignore the doubters, and go for it.

I see you. I’m with you. I’m right behind you. Let’s do this.


IMG_0514our little space is slowly starting to show some character and become “us”. when we decided on our apartment, I knew I was going to have to sacrifice “quirky and unique” for “nearby, cost effective, and safe (i’m a huge baby, i get scared walking just about anywhere at night)”. There just aren’t many quirky little mid century apartment complexes in Yukon, Oklahoma….Scratch that, there’s none.

But we’ve been able to find ways to make this space our own and, other than the fact that I start to feel like I’m living in Shawshank if I’m in the apartment with our windows shut for too long, our little space is working very well for us.  Tip for newlyweds: don’t buy anything for your wedding that you can’t use in your home afterwards. Our apartment is basically our wedding remixed.  IMG_0504^our giant engagement pic was a gift from our engagement party IMG_0506^photo op sign from my panty shower IMG_0510^Jared’s adventure guitar has been on just about every trip he went on in college. It now resides in various places all over the apartment, depending on where he last felt inspiration. I never know where this thing will be next, which is a pretty impressive feat in a one bedroom apartment.  IMG_0538 IMG_0534 IMG_0537

these are our guestbook notes from the wedding. so precious.

IMG_0517 IMG_0461 IMG_0467^the brass goblets are an Ebay find, the gold rimmed wine goblets are from dollar general (holla!), the pink goblets are from a local antique store, as are the gold striped glasses. The gold dot ones are Anthro. IMG_0531IMG_0473 IMG_0474 copy IMG_0521 IMG_0526 IMG_0529^this is not an advertisement for gain or downy, i was just too lazy to put them back up on the shelf. But those smell divine, just fyi!

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my style lately has been leaning towards basic tops and dresses with my own little twist added in. It makes for a pretty flexible wardrobe since basically everything can be worn all year long, as long as it’s layered or accessorized appropriately. It also means an inordinate amount of my wardrobe is black. i’m ok with this.

also, these shoes. talk about basic with a twist. i’ve worn them literally at least three times a week since I got them. They’re just the perfect transitional heel. and they’re dang comfortable.

I talk about transitions and seasons like Fall is actually in sight while I ignore the 100+ days we’ve been having lately. Just leave me to my fantasy world. i’ll be fine.

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5th and Elm hat// Warby Parker glasses/ Target dress// Riffraff heels c.o


game night

my family is big into games. well let me rephrase: a loud and bossy few are big into games and therefor we all play games ;)

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the other night the whole gang came together for an odd assortment of dinner which included sweet potato fries, asparagus, and chicken wings, and the official family game (other than corn hole) of Hand and Foot. Somehow Jared had escaped playing this monopoly-style card game ( in that it takes FOREVER) so it was obviously high time he be introduced. my brother had to work late so since we had uneven numbers, I volunteered to be the official family game night photographer. usually my mom is the one stepping back and taking the pictures but occasionally she gets a very stubborn, competitive streak burst forth from her soul and then it’s game on. I’m probably the least enthusiastic gamer in the Hamilton bunch, so family photographer works for me!

IMG_0548 IMG_0552 IMG_0557 IMG_0564 IMG_0577Apparently the Bishop family also has a card game tradition and therefor Jared spent the entire evening randomly detailing the differences between Hand and Foot and Canasta.  it’s basically the same thing, which is what Jared kept saying, “so this is kind of like Canasta…ya this is almost exactly Canasta…see this is like Canasta except we’d do this….ya…this is basically Canasta.

IMG_0618 IMG_0599 IMG_0604 IMG_0593 IMG_0587 IMG_0583sweet family nights are what it’s about. whether we’re playing a dumb game or just sitting around, you know you’re going to have a good time with family. you might even see your mom beat your dad to a pulp…. at Hand and Foot that is.




IMG_0422 copyYesterday was my first day to work with the new do and I think it’s going to take my office longer to get used to the change then anyone else. I was asked twice if I was wearing a wig. Either people would avoid looking me in the eye, like I had had some horrible pigment-leaking accident and therefore they couldn’t look at me or else it could be contagious, or they were utterly fascinated and just didn’t know how to tear their eyes away. IMG_0426 copyIn other news, have you heard of pikos? They’re these super simple tops and dresses, usually solid colors and always oversized, and lately they’ve been popping up EVERYWHERE.  IMG_0446 copySo RiffRaff let me try one out to see what all the hullaballoo was about and I gotta say, they’re pretty dang comfortable. Super soft and perfect for Mexican food nights. So much food baby room.

They’re also a nice switch up from just regular v-neck tees, kind of makes it feel like you actually put some effort into getting dressed. And since I love any piece that will make it look like i put way more effort into an outfit then i really did, I believe I shall give Pikos an A++++.IMG_0427 copyIMG_0441 IMG_0428 copyIMG_0439 copy IMG_0448IMG_0429 copy Piko top c./o RiffRaff (all PIko options here)//Urban Outfitters jeans (distressed by mua) (on sale!)//Target gladiator heels (also on sale! you lucky duck)

Living with a chef might make me a vegetarian

living with a chef might make me a vegetarian

As I’ve mentioned before, Jared is a chef and as such, he enjoys bringing home tidbits from work. This is very sweet and cave mannish of him (hunter gatherer, bring home the bacon, etc) and probably saves me from starvation, since exhibit A tells you just how often I go grocery shopping (you can’t see the door, it’s where I keep my essentials- milk and…some yogurt.)

But what disturbs me about this setup is the fact that I will occasionally come home to an unknown source of flesh residing in my fridge (the Target bag). In the last two months, I’ve learned not to look in the bags unless I want to gag, because the flesh will be in varying states of bloodiness, and I just can’t handle it.

Now you might be saying, “OMG get over it, it’s free meat”, but shut your pie hole because I’m pretty sure you would be grossed out too. Especially since I never know just how long this flesh is going to last sitting in the fridge. Am i supposed to do something with this? Do we have plans to take the flesh over to my parents, since the bag weighs enough that I guess it could feed my entire apartment building?

I’ve tried suggesting freezing the meat, but no Chef Jared likes his meat fresh and so we avoid freezing at all costs.

Notice the questionable stain on the bottom left side of the fridge? That would be from where the bloody flesh leaked into my fridge. When I called Jared to ask him about said flesh, his response was, “oh ya, just go ahead and dump that, and whatever other meat is in there”. Oh so nonchalantly.

All this to say, think I might be going vegetarian. I just don’t know if I can handle all this…handling of flesh. Especially when it comes in bloody Target bags. Notice the giant bag of carrots and brussels sprouts on the middle shelf? I could last for WEEKS on those brussels sprouts…and all the cereal I have in the pantry.

This probably doesn’t bode well for our future goal of owning land where Jared would raise his own food and I’d be the official Animal Namer and win an award for Best Wifi on a Farm.

*after i wrote this blog post, i dumped all the meat out and scrubbed my fridge down with a mixture of bleach and acid. My eyes are burning like hades but my fridge is clean!*

wedding snaps- first look

firstlook1I’m planning on slowly posting some of our wedding pictures here on the blog, along with some DIY project how to’s and general thoughts of the day. There’s so much I want to remember and capture that my brain is kind of all over the place, so it might take me a while to finish this. Patience my friends!

firstlook2 firstlook3So Jared and I chose to have a “first look” session with our photographer and videographers, and I can’t say enough how much I loved it. We had been running like headless chickens all weekend, including the morning of the wedding, so it was so nice to have a moment to ourselves, to indulge in and enjoy the excitement together.firstlook4 firstlook5 firstlook8

We met each other across the street from our venue, at the Norman Amtrak station. I’m pretty sure I was practically dry heaving by the time I got there, I was so emotional. Of course Jared was calm as a cucumber, as always. In fact, he was so intent on peeling bark off the tree that I had to tap him on the shoulder to get him to realize I was behind him.

firstlook9 firstlook10our first look ended up being some of my very favorite shots from the day. we were nervous and excited and so giggly (me, not jared). the first look gave us time to be silly and get all the nerves out, so we were able to really focus on our ceremony and celebrating with our family and friends. firstlook11 firstlook13 firstlook14a huge thank  you to our fabulous photographers, Indie Jane Photography! Amanda and Mark did such an amazing job with our wedding, I was in awe by how much they was able to capture of our day. Not only just the things, but the emotions and the love that was so overwhelmingly present that day. Amanda just gets me, gets my vision, gets the looks that I like. And she’s utterly hilarious. And she was pregnant while shooting our wedding. So basically she’s my hero.

I’ll do a post over our details and accessories soon!


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When I started this blog I had no intention of getting perks for writing. First off, I had no idea that was even possible. But more importantly, I wanted a place that I could write freely. This was my space, my opinions, my interests, and no one could dictate what I could or could not say.

Since starting I’ve had opportunities arise to work with different companies, and it’s fun and exciting and all good and well. But that doesn’t alter my initial desire to have a space that is uniquely my own. If I had to give advice to anyone wanting to start a blog it would be to know your reasons behind blogging and stick with them. Keep everything in perspective. Are you wanting to share your opinions? Don’t get frustrated when someone doesn’t agree. Are you looking for friendships? Don’t blame others when you don’t have comments. Are you wanting to make money? Find a new creative outlet? Encourage others? Whatever it is, know before you write a word what you’re truly wanting to accomplish.

For me, it was to create a space that was me. Funny, silly, fashion-minded, spiritually encouraging, and completely random. And I will continue to stick with that format, regardless of what unexpected opportunities arise. I will be honest and blunt and I’ll be me through every post.

With that {random and only slightly related montage) being said, I recently had the opportunity to try out Modere’s new beauty box. IMG_0352 copy If you haven’t heard of Modere, they’re a fun little online company that carries “lifestyle essentials”- personal care, health and wellness, and household products. Modere is launching a new project with sample box sets of their facial products that you can try out and either buy the set or return, no charge.

Now you need to know something about me: I work with graphic design on a daily basis so my mind automatically looks at everything from the advertising and design perspective. I’m also fiendishly low maintenance when it comes to my facial products. I typically use coconut oil and…that’s it. I’ll try every hair product under the sun, but I’m pretty low key when it comes to lathering junk on my face.

So when I tried out my Modere beauty box, I was appreciative of their design aesthetic and neutral on their actual products. To be honest, the sample sizes of the products were just a little small for me to see using for the full 7 day trial period; in fact I ran out of the exfoliant by like, day two. That was probably on purpose, but I wasn’t so incredibly hooked after a few days that I wanted to buy the full size product.

bb-featured-prodThe same goes for the rest of the line, except for the Antioxidant Gel. I actually really liked that one, since it was lightweight and smelled fantastic, kind of grape fruity. The hair serum reminded me of other products that I’ve used in the past which, being a professional hair stylist, I could get for cheaper.

All in all, I liked the design of the line. I liked the process of the beauty box. I’m impressed with Modere’s company values, and with their website. The products themselves? I’m not sure I’m the best candidate for a true evaluation. Conclusion: don’t take my word for it, try it yourself.

I’m basically useless here. happens sometimes. but i’m honest about it! brownie points, right?

working girl

IMG_0390 copy IMG_0366 IMG_0365Working with a corporate office dress code is a real struggle for me sometimes. Ours is definitely not the strictest of dress codes, but anyone would tell you that I don’t always follow the rules very well. I tend to want to push the boundaries a little bit, because my style is so much a part of my personal expression. Try to place a box on that expression, and I feel too fenced in.

But since I fully understand the reason behind such rules, I’ve been trying lately to find ways to be myself within the confines of a dress code. Funky skirts like this one definitely help make that possible. So does red lipstick.

How about some of my other working girls out there? What do you do to express yourself while also adhering to your work dress code?
IMG_0361target sunnies//forever 21 tank and necklace(old, similar here)//asos skirt//zara heels (old, similar here)