pacsun beanie// Sound & Matter coat// Primark chambray shirt// H&M top// Old Navy pants// Target booties
In case you haven’t heard, Oklahoma was supposed to have the Blizzard to End All Blizzards this week and….it rained. womp woooomp.
Unfortunately that doesn’t change the fact that the sky is a perpetual depressing grey, the wind is blustery, and the chill seeps into my bones.
At one point in time, in the very distant past, I was excited about scarves and hats, wintery coats and chilly nights. Now? I want THE SUN.
I’m just not a winter kind of girl. I love sundresses, I’m excited to wear shorts, and I’m ready to go outside and NOT feel like there are tiny frozen daggers stabbing me over and over again.
Can anyone else relate? Who would vote for Winter to leave and not come back for a good long while?
scarf (old)// target sunnies, H&M top (borrowed from the seestor)// Pacsun pants// Forever 21 booties.
Well hello there 2013. Nice to see ya. ’12 was a great year, but let’s see what ’13 can do.
This year’s resolutions aren’t all that fancy or ingeniousness, They’re simply parts of my life where I feel I could improve. So here it is:
1. Health. As in overall health, mind body spirit. Take care of my body more, be more conscious of what I take in. Nurture my mind, read more. Be mindful of my spirit, that what I put out is a direct reflection of what I take in.
2. Wealth. Be a better steward of the blessings I have been given. Don’t be a mindless spending machine. Invest in items that will be long lasting.Save more money.
3. Happiness. Focus on making others happy, not just myself. Be more giving. Take time to cultivate true friendships, take care of the precious friendships I already have.
Welp it’s Friday the 21st and we’re all still alive! I guess the Mayans got it wrong. Or maybe they just ran out of rock, who knows.
The point is that the world didn’t end which means I can now truly enjoy the good things in life. Like these boots. Have I told you of my deep love for Chelsea boots? I absolutely adore boots and these slightly ugly yet equally quirky Chelsea boots are just darling. ( Chelseas are tight fitting ankle boots distinguished by the elastic band on the sides rather than a zipper. For those that are confused. Come on guys, get with the program).
These are on sale, these have a darling color block effect to them, and these are currently starring in my wildest dreams.
Are you in love now as well? Yes. I knew you would be.
Merry {early} Christmas! I won’t be back until after the Big Guy visits, so have a wonderful holiday, hug your loved ones extra tight, and remember what this season is really about.
“God is not dead, nor doth He sleep; The wrong shall fail, the right prevail With peace on earth, good will to men.”
a new computer (since I don’t actually have one, I just mooch off of everyone else)// pink mittens! I love these extra long ones, so your wrists don’t get chilly ; )// a leather baseball hat. So I don’t feel like such a frump// red pants. I would also accept leather pants// Gigi. It’s one of my favorite movies ever, but somehow I don’t own a copy // a new watch // Lily Pulitzer perfume. I just love this clean scent! My sweet Aunt Gigi got me hooked :) // chelsea ankle boots. They’re so weird they’re cute. // a new chambray shirt// a new journal. I love these Papaya Art ones!
idylle tee (previously worn here), unknown belt, Gap jeans, Shoe Dazzle booties
makeup: nothing too special. hair: scrunched and slept on so many days before that I’ve forgot how many.
Is it sad when you don’t remember the last time you washed your hair? Whoops! My little sister calls it “beachy hipster” hair. Let’s go with that since the other option can only be “dirty greasy homeless hair”
Welp folks it’s finally getting cold around these parts. I know some of you are dealing with vast amounts of snow and believe me, I’m super jealous. But when I wake up in the mornings, all snuggled into my flannel sheets and comfy quilt, I’m kind of glad we’re not dealing with snow just yet. I might not ever get out of my bed if we were.
Target hat// Forever 21 sweater// Target dress// unknown belt// Shoedazzle booties// Sam Moon bag
Hair: partially curled with a 1.5 inch curling iron
makeup: Revlon Color Stay
I received this question the other day: What’s the hardest thing about becoming an adult?
Now I could have said assuming responsibility, or paying bills, or even the unsettling feeling of being pushed into the “real world” with no idea what your doing.
But possibly because of the mood I was in, and possibly because I hadn’t had any coffee that morning (which would then explain the mood I was in), I came up with this little gem. Enjoy.
The hardest thing about becoming an adult is the inability to sleep ridiculous amounts of time.
Just think about it. We’re given naps when we’re a child that we take entirely for granted. We’re given bed times and curfews that are set in place to protect us, yet we rebel against these well intentions. We sneak out late, our cell phones’ clock magically stops working, we hide flashlights under our sheets, all in an attempt to experience just a little bit more of that elusive intoxication of “late”.
And then suddenly it’s like a switch turns. The alarm clock goes off and we slap that snooze button faster than a fly swatter. We keep a strict schedule of “power naps” throughout the week, and we simply MUST be home by 2pm on Sundays so we can get our official weekend snooze in before work on Monday.
Those lock ins and late movies now seem like the most absurd form of torture ever invented. Midnight showing? You’ve got to be kidding, I can’t get my 8 hours of sleep if I do that!
Even our bodies are rebelling against us. As a teenager, I could sleep till the cows came home. Siblings blaring music, the sun shining in my face, even the tornado sirens that go off every Saturday afternoon at exactly 12 noon wouldn’t wake me. I invented the phrase, “sleep like the dead”. Now, even if I stay up late, my eyes are wrenched open no later than 9AM, and you can forget getting back to sleep. My insistent stomach will keep me from finding my good friend REM any time soon.
Yes, somedays I WISH I could go back to the days of afternoon naps and 3 o’clock snacks. Instead, I’ll work extra hard so I can buy super soft sheets, a down comforter, and an extra indulgent mattress and enjoy what little sleep I do get. I’ve heard it only gets worse from here.
I found a blog the other day that briefly described their hair and makeup, and then if there was a few positive responses, she would go back and give a tutorial. I can’t for the life of me find the blog again, but I liked the idea so I thought I’d try it! let me know watcha think!
Do you ever have those items in your closet that give you a certain feeling? Leather jackets make me feel like a bad A, white oxfords make me feel super traditional, etc etc.
This shirt makes me feel like the biggest sissy ever. It’s sheer and ruffly and pink and has big huge bows on the cuffs. How much more girly can you get? So every time I’ve put it on, I’ve struggled on what to style it with. I don’t want to look like I’m 12, but jeans look too casual.
So I mixed a little rocker and a little princess and came up with this: some leather-esque pants, super dramatic hair and makeup, and my sissy-shirt.
What do you think? Good mixture, or do I look like I might be schizophrenic?
pacsun beanie// Sound & Matter coat// Primark chambray shirt// H&M top// Old Navy pants// Target booties
