high waist jeans-a walking head with legs

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IMG_0845 copytarget 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.

 

i blog and stuff

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IMG_0784 copy IMG_0795 copy IMG_0792 copy IMG_0799 copyTarget 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.

 

 

 

platinum+piko

 

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)

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)

 

that one time…

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i was surreptitiously trying to get in my yoga stretches while at work and I ripped the crotch right out of my pantsIMG_0193 - Version 2

along with the crotch ripping….

i went to target to get new pants and informed the dressing room lady that i would be buying the pants i had donned because i had experienced a wardrobe malfunction. she then proceeded to make me feel like the worst sort of criminal by walking me up to the cash register so i couldn’t make a run for it (even though i had told her what i was doing) while also informing me that i was going to get her in trouble for making her leave her dressing room station. rule abiders, i tell ya. so dramaticIMG_0185

i went to the bank drive thru and i dropped the deposit cylinder shoot thingey with an obnoxiously loud and echoey clatter, after which it proceeded to go rolling down the barely even existent hill and I had to go running after it before it caused a twelve car pileup in the street, all while the other drive thru-ers stared at me through their windows and pointed at the idiot running in high heels

i tried to do a u-ey in an unknown city and almost killed myself and an entire car of others.IMG_0187

i went to the bathroom in the airport and let the bathroom attendant usher me into a stall, only to be serenaded in spanish while i did my business. i didn’t have any cash on me so i when i just told the lady, “um thank you!” after gently prodding her in the back with the stall door so i could get out, i was then given the death stare until i finished washing my hands and left the bathroom. never to return ever again

this blog post brough to you by three cups of coffee and a twix bar. you’re welcome.IMG_0197polka dot dress c.o RiffRaff (sold out, but they have it in navy), target sandals

fan.

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I’m a fan of overalls. I’m especially a fan of overalls snatched up from the little girls’ section of Target, for half the price of the Women’s overalls.

Snatched up during an improptu jaunt to the store during a lunch break, on the way to the grocery section to grab some lunch options that maybe don’t involve the words “deep fried”.

Eyed up as I slide past to take a peek at the comforter sets because I will, I will, win the “we don’t need a new coverlet” war.

Slipped into the cart as I waltz over to the makeup aisles because you can never have enough lip gloss, says the the girl with a whole drawer of lip gloss.

Half an hour, turkey, lipgloss, no new coverlet but the proud owner of overalls later, I am officially a fan. IMG_0033IMG_0036 IMG_0039 IMG_0034

twenty six.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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?

Pacsun sunnies// RiffRaff pineapple tank c.o// UO jeans// RiffRaff sandals c.o

 

 

 

 

i’ll admit when i’m wrong..sometimes

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.

IMG_9617 EDIT 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. IMG_9619 edit IMG_9620 edit IMG_9625 edit IMG_9629 edit i still feel like i have duck feet though. but they are pretty comfy. dang it.

top c.o RiffRaff// PacSun highwaisted shorts// Target birks

you+i

IMG_9425 IMG_9426 IMG_9436 IMG_9443 IMG_9444 IMG_9450target sunnies//wilfox tee c.o Riff Raff//target bralette//miss me jeans (old similar here)// shoe dazzle heels (old, similar here)

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 hayy

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!IMG_9216 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. IMG_9221also 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. IMG_9226 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. IMG_9227speaking 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. IMG_9228 IMG_9241 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//