my birthday was earlier this month, good ole twenty six. it actually, truly, snuck up on me this year. i’ve never forgotten my birthday, nor let anyone forget that it was coming. i don’t know, it was probably due to getting married and this insane month at work, but this year i just blinked and suddenly i was 26.
i feel like this year it’s wasnt about celebrating my age, it was a celebration of the year. like a 2nd New Year’s Eve, I grew nostalgic thinking about 25. What I survived. What I learned. What I was given. What i grew out of and what i became.
I’m excited about 26. about what i will experience, what chances I will take. I feel like after 25, i want to grab life by the horns and just run with it. run as far and as long as i possibly can, squeeze every last beautiful drop of happiness and magic that i can from this year. life is so precious, so very precarious.
I’ve been blessed with this one beautiful life. I just can’t help but wonder: what kind of fantastical adventures will happen in 26?
let it be known that the Rambler is a humble gal and will admit when she has been wrong or unjustly critical.
I, Kaleigh Bishop (sounds good don’t it?) bought some birks.
I know I know, I was so vehemently against them. But Target, I tell ya, they just grab you and suddenly you’re trying things you never thought you would and buying crap you never really needed and next thing ya know, you’re wearing faux birkenstocks. i still feel like i have duck feet though. but they are pretty comfy. dang it.
it’s our wedding month! i feel like that’s all i talk about lately but i think that’s a bit understandable. it’s kind of a big deal.
this entire adventure has just been one crazy turn after another and it’s looking like this last few weeks’ home stretch is going to be the craziest of all. In the midst of all the planning and preparing and diy-ing and occasional bouts of weeping, i’ve really been trying to focus and savor each moment. i don’t want to get so wrapped up in the silly things that i don’t take time to truly revel in the precious, little moments. a sweet mom hug, a hysterical all inclusive sister laughing session, a perfect sanity-saving text from a friend, a stolen kiss. who really cares about the shape of the plates or the wedding signs or the cake table omg we don’t have a cake table.
when this is all said and done (please God, let this be said and done), i hope I can look back and remember the excited anticipation, the sweet talks of “what will married life be like”, the precious memories with those i love most surrounding us. Because that’s what truly matters. That’s what makes this all so very worth it.
oh hey there, remember me? i just accidentally took a week off from blogging. Not gonna lie, kind of just straight up forgot. Which has never happened before, but eh there’s a time for everything! So what happened last week, let’s see. i chopped on my hair a bit more, it’s like a sick compulsion i just can’t put the scissors down. Fortunately I still like it, whew! For those that keep asking, yes I did cut my hair on purpose. How do you accidentally cut your hair? Get too close to a really sharp fan? Go in to cut the tags off a shirt and miss? Whatever, the answer is yes, I meant to cut my hair. and no i don’t regret it one bit. and no i’m not worried about styling my hair for the wedding. also you might notice my glasses will be showing up a bit more for a while. that would be because this mascara adhered itself like super glue to my lashes, only to break off into my eyeball at some point and scratch the crap out of my eye. obviously i am not a fan of said mascara. like i mentioned before, i’ve been going to the chiropractor and while it’s been heaven on my back, it’s posed quite a few problems to my clothing choices. do you know how awkward it is to climb onto that bed-thing in heels? or to twist your body in opposite directions while wearing a dress? it just kind of ruins the whole ambiance ya know? I’ve taken to wearing leggings under everything, or just wearing pants every day, and frankly it’s getting annoying. It feels silly to bring a whole different outfit to change into, just so you can get your back popped for 5 minutes, but that might just be what I have to start doing. Sacrifice people. It’s all about sacrifice. speaking of sacrifice, i do believe i have officially made the greatest sacrifice in jared’s and my relationship. i am currently trading space in our living room to a 6 foot wooden indian carving (kind of like this guy) for the joy of an absolutely darling green velvet couch (kind of like this guy). No pictures of the actual pieces yet (though that is on my to do list, take pictures of our apartment) because one is currently residing in my parent’s garage and the other is somewhere far away where i wish it would stay (you may guess which is which). I’m all for creativity and supporting local artists, etc etc, but i’m just not a fan of a wooden indian in my living room. i told jared maybe i’d like it better if it was painted white and he called me a racist, which i took to mean no, so i might need advice on how to make this monstrosity flow with the rest of the space. although i’m not going to complain too loud (i promise! i’m not!) because i do get to keep the darling couch, which jared keeps calling baby-diarrhea green. ah marriage. warby parker glasses//forever 21 tank (old, similar here)//sira & mara necklace c.o.//vintage skirt (similar here)// target flats which can’t be seen but its these ones//
It’s Friday!!!! Woot! I don’t care who you are, Friday’s just put people in a good mood.
you know what else puts me in a good mood? this dress. because it weighs about, oh, nothing, and it’s just one of those sweet little dresses that you can put on and immediately feel nice, ya know? and these flats, that i bought from Target and cut the ankle strap off of because I saw them the other day and thought how cute they’d be without the ankle strap, and then I saw a friend of mine had done just that. Great minds think alike. So i bought them and hacked ‘em up and I can’t say I regret it.
and the weather. it’s been kind of rainy and moody and i just kind of dig it. and the fact that our wedding invitations are 99.9% complete, thank the heavens hallelujah. nothing will make you want to elope faster than DIY invitations. and also the chiropractor puts me in a great mood. random, i know, but i’ve been putting up with these super annoying lower back and hip pains for I don’t know, almost two years now? and after being diagnosed with arthritis and and being prescribed ridiculous amounts of medication that had terrifying side effects (schizophrenia? from arthritis medication? wth?) I said no way, mister, and finally went to see a chiropractor. heaven. i’ve only been two times but the difference has been astronomical. Plus, since I had my surgery in January and thus have met my deductible for the year, it costs me nothin to lay around on a massage bed and get my back popped and pushed around so why yes, I can come every day for a week, no problem.
but you know what really puts me in a good mood? that boy of mine and the fact that he’s coming home today. i gotta tell ya, he’s just about the best medicine there is. everyone say awww or blech, depending on your current mood. And since it’s Friday, I can bet you’ll be saying awwww.Vintage maxi via ILWV insta shop// thrift store belt// Target flats (and they’re on sale! lucky you, it must be Friday)
I really did not expect to be the crazy bride who has dreams about all the things that could go wrong at the wedding. i don’t know why, I have weird dreams about every other event in my life ( I use to dream that I was at work and I couldn’t find the cash register. I’d wake up in the middle of the night, sitting up, feeling around for the cash register and yelling at my boss that I couldn’t find it. You can begin praying for Jared now.
I guess I just thought with my manic list-making proclivities, that I wouldn’t have any weird subconscious worries. Au contraire my friend. Apparently I’m worried that the roof will leak in the ceremony and I’ll have to get married in a towel, that the pianist (we don’t have a pianist) is going to heckle me during the ceremony, and that Jared and is going to fire all of my bridesmaids and make me ask his high school girlfriend to be my one bridesmaid (i have no idea what his HS girlfriend looks like, never even met her, can’t even think of her name right now.) I also somehow want to get married in my great grandpa’s tiny old house, but it actually looks like the governor’s mansion, and I do believe someone is going to throw up massively at the reception. All recurring dreams, mind you.
We had our first shower this weekend with our home church and it was just so precious to us. I was so touched to see our sweet friends get together and plan this cute afternoon for us, it mean the world to me! I’m so grateful for our church family and the love, support, and friendship that they have given to Jared and me.
Now bring on the picture overload, but FIRST! the outfit:
this skirt has to be one of the most nifty items i’ve ever worn. its made out of this super stiff material so it sticks out like a bell and yes i did want to sing If I were a Bell from Guys and Dolls the whole day. Also, these shoes. THESE SHOES. so painful and yet so darling. ah the price of beauty.
F21 top (old, actually took it out of my giveaway pile for the day HA, similar here)// RiffRaff necklace (sold out, love this one)// Lucca skirt (similar here, i got mine from the OKC Penn Sq store)// Just Fab wedges (on sale!)
THANK YOU THANK YOU to our sweet friends for our wedding shower! We are so truly blessed to have you in our lives!
^ our sweet friends praying with us. You will never know how much it means to me to know that we have so many people that care about us and pray for us! ^ MOH and the Mother of the Bride ^my sweet Gammy. There’s not anyone else like my Gammy, she’s the best one out there. sometimes we like to look like creepers. its cool, its just another reason why we’re mean to be. our crazy bug eyes..
This is one of my favorite spring to summer outfits this year so far. A funky hat, round shades, a worn in button up, and the most awesome shorts you’ve ever seen. Seriously. They’re like someone took my great grandma’s curtains and remade them into shorts. Don’t be confused, that is a really great thing.
My brother has been asking when I was going to put a picture of him on my blog for months now, so I let him jump in on a photoshoot and voila. I think Garrison has inherited my tendency to be inspired by fashion from movies, but where I usually choose Breakfast at Tiffany’s or Grease, he chooses Encino Man and Inigo Montoya from The Princess Bride.
Jared and I had our first wedding knock down drag out fight discussion the other day. Over platters. Well no technically my mother and I had a discussion over platters, during which Jared watched his previously sane fiancé turn into a banshee and start bawling. over platters. after which he calmly walked away and left me to figure out how many platters we might possibly need for the food table on my own. which then caused our first discussion, because how could you walk 10 feet away from my screeching about platters to sit down on the sofa and pretend like i wasn’t acting like i had escaped the insane asylum, i needed you to help me count non existent platters for an unknown number of people, displayed in an unknown way, on an unknown table, which would be upholding an unknown item of food! the injustice!
I’d like to think that i’ve now got the bridezilla out of my system and this situation will never occur again, but we still have cutlery to discuss so i wouldn’t hold my breath.
Warby Parker Tenley sunnies c.o//Riffraff geo dress c.o (sold out, but have you seen the new Dawn to Dusk look book? SO many cute dresses for Spring, i could squeal like a pig)// Ruche velvet mary janes (old, similar here)