target sunnies // forever 21 tee // target necklaces // old navy jacke (old) // target belt // riffraff jeans c.o // hooker heels (not shown)
There are many instances in fashion where the phrase “you look like a weirdo” can be the highest of compliments. When I walked out of the bedroom and asked Jared if the fact that my pants came up to my armpits and i was 6″3 with my chosen heels on (so the jeans wouldn’t drag the ground, duh) made me look disproportionate, and he responded with “you look like a walking head with legs” I knew I had nailed it!
the fact that Jared had to hold my hand as I walked across the parking lot so i wouldn’t fall is completely normal. for fashion.
Target button down // Forever 21 gray tee // Target necklaces // ASOS pants // Shoe Dazzle heels
this weekend was the most perfectly Fallish weather. Stormy and cloudy and moody; an excellent day to eat pancakes and nap the day away. unfortunately this weather and i have a bit of a love/hate relationship because the sudden swings in temperature make my allergies go nuts, so i spent the day napping with the worst sinus headache in all of creation. but i just kept thinking “this is just so great, i love this weather!” the whole time. luckily i have a precious hubby who will rub my neck and make me pancakes and only roll his eyes once when im in the tub long enough for the water to go cold and only grumble a little when i get cookie crumbs on his side of the bed, even though he specifically said “do not eat cookies in the bed”. sorry babe…
and yes I’m aware that it’s Tuesday and yes i know i should have posted this on Monday, but give me a break who is ever really ready for Monday? not i. and if Monday was a struggle, well then Tuesday is a bit harried as well. by Wednesday we’ll be rolling pretty good around here. don’t judge.
Here in Oklahoma, Winter means one thing: you’re going to get blown away.
It doesn’t matter how lovely and bright the sun is shining, or how beautiful the snow looks. 95% of the time the wind will be blowing like nobody’s business and you will be exhausted by the time you get back into a safe building. Cars doors get slammed open, shopping carts go flying across the parking lot, and hats are blown away, never to be found again.
So when I saw this gigantic fur Rachel Zoe coat on IG, I knew it was perfect for this Winter. Despite the fact that my dad laughs every time I walk out of the house. I’m warm and cute (in my opinion anyways) and impervious to winds and jokes alike.
Speaking of Instagram, anyone else obsessed with a good IG sale? I’m always finding cute little shops on there! If you sell on IG or if you are a fellow IG shopper, let me know! I’m always looking for another cute shop!
Have a wonderful Thanksgiving! I have so many things to be thankful for this year and one of them is this lovely little blog and all of you wonderful people that I’ve come in contact with through it! You bring joy to my life. *hugs*
If you’re like me Turkey Day is all about spending time with your family, eating by far more food than you possibly thought you could, and relaxing as much as possible (AFTER the meal is cooked of course. I don’t normally participate in the cookery (fire hazard) but everyone knows that it is a highly stressful time until that dang bird is on the table)
I, being me, have already started planning my outfit this year and there shall be no detrimental waist bands, scratchy shirts, or uncomfortable heels for the Rambler. Who am I kidding, I will more than likely wear some outrageous heels but I will definitely be stashing my comfy mocs in my purse for after pictures! This year I plan on wearing a comfy sweater or tent dress for maximum pumpkin pie capacity, a big comfy scarf that can double as a napping blanket, and a couple no nonsense accessories like my beloved Warby Parkers.
What do you have planned for Turkey Day? And for those of you across the pond (or border, hey Canada!, since you already had your turkey), please feel free to roll your eyes expressively this entire week at the humongous deal we make out of our holidays and continue on to your Christmas music and tree decorating.
The other morning I was sitting in my car, getting ready to put on a little lippy before I started the day and WHAT, dear God, WHAT did I see in the mirror? I can’t believe I’m sharing this but yes dear friends, I shall tell you, I saw some friggin lip hairs.
I’ve never had to deal with hairs going rogue, my eyebrows have always been fairly submissive, and while the legs do get occasionally unruly that’s usually because I’ve waited by far to long to shave them. But LIP HAIRS?! Are you kidding me?! Of course I was in public, about to go into work, so it wasn’t like I could run home and tame the freaking Ron Burgandy ‘stache that was currently growing on my face. No I had to go the rest of the day trying to stay out of direct sunlight and freaking out anytime someone came to talk to me that they’d see the Colonel Sanders impression my upper lip was performing.
Although I can’t really prove this I’m going to blame the entire hairy situation on all of the stupid steroids and medication I had pumping through my body the last couple of months. If the meds could make my hair fall out, my skin break out, my cheeks chunk up, and my brain fly out the window, then surely they could make some nasty hairs grow where they are entirely NOT welcome right? To be honest it was more like 3 darkish hairs that were easy to wax right off but it’s the principal of the matter here people! UGH. Someone PLEASE tell me they’ve had to deal with this as well?
Target beanie// Forever 21 jacket// Oxford Trunk tank// The Elle camo pants (sold out but similar here)// Target booties (old)
Sometimes you pick an outfit because you want to feel good and I mean good. You want to feel confident and hot and you want to walk with a little bit of a -must I say it- swagger because you know you look dang good and I mean good.
Other times, you put a hat on because you’ve lost count of how many days its been since you washed your hair. You wear a floaty dress because you’re going to eat Italian and you want to indulge in that 8th breadstick and everyone knows you don’t wear jeans to eat Italian.
But you’re always going to be a girl and a part of you will always want to feel good and I mean good so you put on those boots because they make you feel sassy and you swipe a purple lipstick on because it makes you feel festive and suddenly, by golly, you’ve got an outfit that’s not completely contemptible if you do say so yourself. So you give yourself a slap on the back and also permission to ask for extra croutons on the salad because vivre l’instant!
side story: there may or may not have been a tiny field mouse that crawled out of the general vicinity of my hoo-ha while getting these shots. I may or may not have screamed like a banshee.
Target hat and card// urban outfitters dress and socks// shoe dazzle boots
Are you tired of me talking about surgery and health updates and gutty works related news? Because I’m getting there. But the public demands an update and I cannot ignore my public! le sigh (i’m kidding, in case you’re new around here…when I say public we all know I really mean out of state family and random friends that don’t see me enough to ask me about my innards to my face. But I digress!)
I’ve had two questions asked of me quite a bit so I thought I’d answer them here! On the internet! In public! yea! My sharing capacities shock even me sometimes. What can I say, I just have a big heart and want to share with everyone! I’m digressing again.
1. How do you hide your tootie bag thing?
Actually I thought that would be a lot harder than it’s turned out to be. Lot’s of dresses and loose shirts, to be sure. I also took the advice of my nurse (whom I call Osteo-Sheri) and bought this kind of corset/spanx like contraption that Tootie is supposed to fit into and help keep things smoothy smooth. I also wear quite a few tank tops or slips under my clothes. I’ve been told ( by quite a few people, really it was surprising) that they have looked for Tootie in my posts here and haven’t seen anything. Mostly that’s because I don’t post those pictures but for posterity’s sake:
that’s about all you’d ever see in a picture. She stays tucked in my pants if I’m wearing any (ooer) or tucked into the spanx contraption if I’m wearing a dress. and no I don’t believe I will be sharing an actual picture of Tootie on here. Yet. (i know mom, i know, calm down.)
#2 What is your diet? What are you able to eat?
Ah the diet question. And here is where my post title comes in: When I first had surgery I was given a pretty weird diet: no raw veggies, no whole grains or oats, avoid red meats, no nuts, no caffeine, etc.It was basically like the complete opposite of anything any nutritionist would tell a normal person. Weird. I stuck with this fairly well the first month or so (I drank a few Dr. Peppers, come on we’re talking about ME here) by eating lots of soups, mac and cheese (a real difficulty for me wink wink) and fish, along with my yummy Kize bars and the occasional Ensure.
I had a checkup with my specialist a few weeks ago and he basically told me to throw the diet out the window. Apparently the concept that my innards cannot handle certain foods is super antiquated research and he gave me the leave to eat whatever the heck I wanted.
So right after my appointment I had sushi for lunch. I’ve also been drinking dr. pepper like it’s going out of style, I had the skins on my baked potato, I had kidney beans in some chili, and I’ve ate shredded wheat cereal for breakfast. And: I haven’t once had a problem. With any of it. My stomach didn’t hurt, I didn’t get nauseous, and everything came out…er…as normal as things are supposed to come out these days. So if anyone is out there dealing with Crohn’s or had their colon removed: eat it all sister. And don’t blame me if you have any problems.
I have my second surgery in January and while I’m definitely ready for this chapter of my life to be over, it really hasn’t been as difficult as I was made to believe. Sure it’s not necessarily fun, and I’m still dealing with some muscle pain and fatigue, but I’m pretty confident I can handle it. At least for another month and some days. Especially since I can eat sushi and drink dr. pepper with out fear of gutty-blocks! YAY!
5th and Elm hat// Forever 21 sweater dress// Shoe Dazzle Booties (thanks Nanny and Poppy!)
Dreams are terrifying. And I don’t mean the REM-type dreams, when you think your falling or your friend turns into a fish (although those can be pretty unsettling as well).
No I’m talking about those secret desires of your heart, those things you would go for if you had the courage/time/money/etc. The dreams that consume your spare moments, the ones that you catch yourself doodling about on napkins and scrap pieces of paper in your purse.
These dreams, these goals rather, are terrifying because they are “the unknown”. They rip us out of our comfort zones and send us flying into a free fall where we must ask ourselves, “do I trust in Christ enough to bring me through this? Do I truly believe in this dream? Do I really want this, regardless of negative comments or disbelief or the hard times that may come along with this?”
See, the dream isn’t the hard part. Anyone can dream. But I want to be the person who acts on that dream. Who steps out in faith and says, “this is what I want, this is the future that I choose, and I’m throwing my entire heart into it because I believe in this dream”.
I want to jump. Who’s with me?
urban outfitters sunnies//target cardi// forever 21 shirt and shorts// sam moon bag// riff raff booties c.o
Lately I have come to the realization ( or maybe I’ve just come to appreciate this realization more, since this isn’t a new concept) that a smile can smooth over many a strange/awkward/embarrassing/weird/enter-your-own-descriptive-word-here situation.
Catch someone looking strangely at your outfit one day? SMILE!
Awkwardly walk out of the single stall restroom to a 15 person pile up? SMILE!
Someone asks you, “so…you had surgery…are you like…normal down there anymore? SMILE! (or grit your teeth in semblance of a smile, whatever) (in answer to this question: ] What do you think I have down there, a circus? Did they sew it shut? Dye it pink? NO! I’m a fully functioning female, not a science experiment.)
Listened to the weather man and wore a beanie when it was NOT 30 degrees but actually 75? SMILE!
Drove the last motorized scooter past an old man with a cane? SMILE! and drive off quickly! (or as quickly as you can in those stupid things, sacreBLEU I could crawl faster than most of them)
Yes my friends, I do believe the quote of the hour (not day or week or year because Lord knows I’ll have some other strange thing happen that needs it’s own quote/theme song) is this:
Smile: it makes people wonder what you’re up to.
Or if you’re mentally deranged. Whichever.
Warby Parker glasses// H&M tank and cardi// Urban Outfitters shorts// Sam Moon scarf// Target socks and boots
Versona Accessories has opened a new store here in Norman, Oklahoma and I got the chance to check out their grand opening and pick up a few goodies like this awesome studded clutch! I’m pretty sure it’s going to become a staple in my closet this fall. Versona has tons of cute accessories for Fall and since it’s so reasonably priced it’s a great place to shop for early Christmas gifts. SCORE!
Check out the giveaway deets below for a chance to win this clutch for yourself and don’t forget to stop by the new Versona Norman store in the University Town Center!
Target hat// Forever 21 plaid tunic// TJ Maxx tank//shorts borrowed from my sister// ASOS tights// Target wedges// Versona studded clutch c.o
Win the Versona studded clutch! Enter below OR repost one of the clutch photos above on IG with the hashtag #fancygiveaway! GOOD LUCK!