Two trends I just can’t seem to get the hang of: the middle part and the moto vest. while i’m entranced by both i just haven’t been able to put my own spin on them. and if i’m going to jump on board a trend, it’s going to have to feel like me. ya know?
but today’s outfit came pretty close to “nailed it” with both. i just happened to have decided to forgo fighting the (losing) battle with my hair and just let the chips fall where they may; surprisingly, they chose the middle ground. very mature of you hairs.
I also went super simple with the moto vest which I liked a lot better than anything else I had tried so far (things I had tried: staring at it. laying it on the bed. laying it on the floor. wearing it over my pajamas. wearing it over my wedding dress.)
maybe i should take advice from my hair and my moto vest and just let things be what they be. of course, this is hair that has been dyed every shade BUT it’s natural color, and a motorcycle vest for a girl who’s never even sat on a motorcycle, in an outfit that resembles the Hamburgular’s, so take it with a grain of salt.
Jared and I have FINALLY set a date and found a place for the wedding! (these are our Save the Dates!). CUE THE HALLELUJAH CHORUS!!!
I’m not even sure why we had such a hard time, other than the obvious things like having to postpone our wedding and choosing the busiest most popular month to reschedule in, and both having very busy summers that did not leave room for rearrangement….so ya i know exactly why we had such a hard time.
but things were definitely made worse by this very strange phenomenon that came over me where i suddenly couldn’t make a decision about anything. and I mean anything. the wedding, my hair color, work decisions, lunch decisions. They all suddenly became life altering choices that i was simply incapable of making. You think I’m joking and i could possibly be exaggerating but this is real life my friends. pick out my clothes for the day had me rocking in the fetal position. choosing a wedding date? i thought i was going to have a panic attack every time we discussed it.
and oh how we discussed it. which date worked best and what time of day and no that can’t work, so and so wouldn’t be able to come, and no that’s too close to so and so’s wedding and no that place looks too much like so and so’s wedding place and dear Lord no, that place costs more than my college education and that place is too far away and that place will be too hot and that’s too soon and that’s not soon enough. it finally came to the point where we were saying either we get married next november or we stop trying to please everyone and fix every problem with a nonexistent solution/wedding date.
but even after coming to that very real brick wall, I STILL couldn’t make a decision! and that’s not me. i know what i like and i know what i want and i hated that this wedding seemed to be taking that confidence from me, given me instead a paralyzing indecisiveness over something that was supposed to be beautiful and fun and full of love and excitement.
i finally decided one night (after hyperventilating to my mother, my sister, jared, and my dog) that i really. didn’t. care. what anyone thought. i didn’t care what anyone would say about us getting married on a Sunday. I didn’t care that we have to wait to go on a honeymoon until later in the summer (after the madness dies down). and i really didn’t care who could or couldn’t come. because the only person that really mattered was jared, and he was going to be there no matter what.
and suddenly everything became a whole lot simpler. we picked a freaking date, we paid our deposit on a freaking place, and i printed up some freaking save the dates. no screaming death screams, no temper tantrums, and no one that we truly cared about being there has said nu uh no way mister. in fact, it seems that in my moment of sheer agony, running way past empty on the patience scale, slowing peeling my finger nails from my finger tips, we might have actually found the perfect-for-everyone-wedding date.
but if not i really. don’t. care. and not to sound totally self absorbed but i’m pretty sure that’s how it should be on your wedding day. call me bridezilla, but as long as jared is waiting for me at the end of the aisle, i could care less who is sitting in the seats.
(by the by, we are only sending STD’s to the bridal party and out of state family. saves money and they’re the only ones who really care anyways! and fam if you haven’t gotten yours it’s because i forgot to mail them…oops)
on the cheesiest day of the year I’m writing a post about love. what does that say about me? i’ll admit it, i’m cheese-city. the cheesiest. i ooze cheese.
but i’ve been thinking a lot about our love story and my unique road to finding that love and I felt like I needed to write this down. and what better time than Valentines?
i had a somewhat difficult road to “happily ever after”. i made poor choices in relationships and i trusted my heart to people who had no business taking care of it. i was devastated by betrayal and i became somewhat cynical of the idea of “the one”. I decided that if you’re lucky, you find a person who is somewhat compatible and then you struggle to make things work. my throat is thick with tears and a part of me wants to roll my eyes at myself as i write this but it’s true. i had accepted that marriage would be difficult, but i gave up on the idea of a God ordained relationship, one with purpose and connection and destiny.
but then something beautiful happened. God literally showed me my own stupidity. he took my brokenness and my despair and He said, “it’s ok. you have forgotten how much i love you. but it’s ok. i know”. He wrapped me in His arms and made me whole and new.
and he gave me Jared. He took our mistakes and our past and He created this beautiful, wonderful, perfect love that could never have happened without His help because we are human and stubborn and would never have been able to find our way to each other. He gave me this man who holds me like I am something precious, who looks at me like I am something beautiful, and respects me like I am something worthy. I was crying, lost in darkness, and God took my hands, turned me around, and said, “here. here is your future. here is what i have had planned for you all along.” I opened my eyes and I just knew. Jared was the one. Jared was my love, made only for me. And I was made for him.
it’s true when they say “when you know you know”. it was like every doubt, every fear, all the chaos and confusion just disappeared. all the pieces fell into place, every obstacle resolved itself, there was just peace and joy and an undeniable feeling of right.
so i’m telling you. you may be hurting. you may have lost faith. you may not believe. God does. He loves you, He has a perfect, wonderful plan for you. It may not be what you expected, it WONT be what you thought you wanted, but it will be beautiful and perfect everything you ever dreamed of. don’t give up. don’t settle. wait for that perfect one. it exists.
music is one of those topics that hasn’t been mentioned much here on the blog, but it a constant in my every day life. just goes to show you that blogs really are only a glimpse into someone’s life!
i’ve found that music can be a pretty great motivator or inspiration so i make playlists for just about any event/moment/holiday/emotion…the list goes on!! so far this one hasn’t helped my work levels much but i sure am ready for v-day! anyone else like me? what are some of your fave lovey dovey songs?
I’m linking up with Shabby Loves Chic and Sincerely Truly Scrumptious to show you three different V-Day outfits today. Between the three of us, we encompass quite a wide range of style; i love how different our looks ended up! Each of these would be darling for a Valentine’s party, date, or whatever you end up doing with your day of love!
Would you wear any of these outfits?
Don’t forget to check out the other gal’s posts for their complete looks!
Forever 21 top and sweater (kids section, i’m wearing a Large)// Shabby Apple skirt// forever 21 shoes (similar)
hello there. yes i’m still alive. whoops. sometimes things just get busy and it’s cold outside and blogging gets pushed to the back of my to do list.
to apologize for my lack of posts i’ve made this little february calendar for you. i love february but i get bored with the cutesy patootsy decor so i used this anatomical heart from The Graphics Fairy for a little twist. print this puppy off (on cardstock preferably!) and hang next to your desk for a unique reminder of the Month of Love.
we’re all fighting the bubonic plague around here, other wise known as the common cold, so forgive me for not feeling the creative juices flowing. The only juices that are flowing are phlegm. Sorry, but it’s true.
so i’ll just leave you with this sneaky little outfit that deceptively looks like I made some sort of an effort to look put together, when in reality i threw on the first thing i saw in the closet that would make me look relatively acceptable for public viewing. score one for me! i know one of these days i’l probably have to start getting up at a decent hour before work and making an effort to be a responsible adult but really, when rolling out of bed 30 min before i have to leave and throwing something like this together is working for me, why mess with a good thing?
UO sunnies (old)// RiffRaff head band c.o//forever 21 jacket (old)//UO dress// Target tights//Shoe Dazzle boots
I walked into a public bathroom the other day and had one of the most awkward moments of my life. It was one of those restrooms that are vast and empty, where the floor is concrete and every drop of the faucet echoes a thousand times over.
I walked into a stall and got my self settled in ( guys have no idea how difficult it is for girls to go to the bathroom in the winter time. Hang your purse up, struggle out of your coat, search around for another hook, give up and toss the stupid thing over the door, find the toilet seat covers (why do they hide them?), find that it’s empty, lay the toilet paper down, finally FINALLY sit down). It’s so quiet in there, not even a little elevator music playing to break up the awkward silence, and suddenly I hear a cough and notice a women’s leg peeping out from the stall next to me.
now you might be able to go ahead and do your business when you notice another person beside you in the stall, but suddenly I could NOT. I got the giggles like no bodies business, thinking about how quiet it had been when I walked in, how the woman had not made a sound since I had been in there, and all I could think was that she had been sitting there the whole time, frozen, just waiting for me to…make the first move. And I just couldn’t do it. Then she starts this entirely fake coughing fit, rattling the toilet paper dispenser around and I’m about to lose it, I’m laughing so hard. Sitting on a toilet seat. Laughing at the lady next to me.
I finally took pity on the poor girl and flushed my toilet a couple times to make some cover noise for her. By this point I’m so unfocused that there is no way I’m going to be able to pee, so I give up, get my self situated, struggle back into my coat, heave my purse onto my arm, and walk out of the stall. I wash my hands, making as much noise as possible, and leave.
Poor girl. I really hope she was able to focus and get her business done.
target hat// forever 21 button down// asos dress// target boots
Every Winter I read Little Women. It’s just a thing i do. But this year I felt like changing things up a bit and so I chose to re-read the entire Harry Potter series. Maybe because a part of me wishes that the lights really would turn on when I say “lumos” or because I felt like torturing myself with Dobby’s death scene (bawled, great heaving sobs, bawled).
I’m a book person. And I don’t just mean haha ya i read a book once I mean I’m a can’t leave the house without a book, feel like I’m missing a limb if i haven’t started a new one immediately after finishing one, sometimes think fictional characters understand me better than real people book person.
I love the smell of printed paper, the cracking sound when you break wide open a new book for the first time. I’m a passionate believer that books should be well loved, not well preserved, and so pages will have chocolate chip smears on them, corners will be turned down, passages will be highlighted in pink.
I do own a kindle, and my back thanks you, Amazon, for lightening my purse load, but there’s just something special about physically holding in your hands the creation of another human being’s imagination. Stories connect souls, they give us a chance to break out of the hum drum, day to day pattern we can get ourselves into, and believe in something magical.
and now I need another book to start. any suggestions?