i was surreptitiously trying to get in my yoga stretches while at work and I ripped the crotch right out of my pants
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 dramatic
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.
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.polka dot dress c.o RiffRaff (sold out, but they have it in navy), target sandals
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?
Today I’m sharing some pics from my personal shower! The girls BLEW ME AWAY with their creativity and thoughtfulness. The shower was adorable, I felt so loved! Yay for panty showers! ^we had a flower crown station! So much fun, I’d suggest it for all parties.
my sister gave me custom made garters (more pictures coming!) I LOVED THEM!!! (as you can see, I went with the “bigger is better” theory) sweet sisters! ^ ^ the girls put together a photo op station with this darling ombre died curtain. So fun!
my dress was from Pac Sun (in store only) and my shoes are an old find from Lulus! Courtney bought the balloons on etsy.
fourth of july this year was spent at my parents, cooking out and playing corn hole. the rest of the family took it very seriously. karianne and i? mmm not so much.
my mom wore a hat i dubbed her “Anne of Green Gables” hat and the four kids ended up matching like our kiddie days when mom would dress us all up in matching outfits. somehow it’s not so awful as it was back then.
we have a thing for grilled veggies these days and there were plenty to go around. the night ended sitting in the jeep in the local grocery store parking lot, watching the fireworks go off from the park a couple streets down and thinking to myself “how did i get this lucky”.
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.
whew! it has been a crazy last few weeks and things are going to stay crazy for just a bit longer, and I promise I’ll be back to regularly blogging soon, but I wanted to drop in quickly and share a few words.
the wedding went off without a hitch. everything was so beautiful and happy and I can’t thank our sweet friends and family enough for helping make our day so special! Everything came together so quickly and perfectly. obviously pictures will be forthcoming :D
I can’t even write this silly little update post with out choking up with tears. God is just so faithful, ya know? In this past year Jared and I have dealt with some pretty crummy situations. My illness and Jared losing his business are definitely the two biggest. But throughout this year I have felt God whispering to me “have courage. keep believing. i have a plan”. And Lord was that true.
the day of the wedding, and really throughout, I kept praying that God would allow me to be present in the day, to revel in the sweet moments and to truly savor everything that was happening that day. i didn’t want to look back and it all be a blur, or only remember the stress, i wanted to take this beautiful blessing that I had been given and squeeze every last drop from it.
And that’s exactly what happened. Every precious moment of that day is imbedded in my mind. I’m so thankful for everyone who came and celebrated with us, who made our day possible, but in the end there is one moment that sticks out of my mind more than the rest, and that’s our dance. I just remember squeezing this big, handsome man that I was finally finally! able to call my husband and thanking Jesus over and over again for His faithfulness in our lives. For drawing us together, for weaving our hearts into one, for giving us such a beautiful story of His love and grace.
I mentioned earlier about Jared losing his business and, while I haven’t spoken about it specifically here very often it has been behind many of my posts over the past 6 months. To say that this season was difficult for us is putting it lightly. God provided for us financially , no questions asked, but Jared was gone for weeks at at time and it was very hard on our relationship. We had to truly learn to trust each other and trust in our Heavenly Father and His plan for our lives.
Tomorrow Jared starts a new job as a Head Chef. The offer came out of no where and was entirely unexpected. And yet the position is so perfect for Jared and where we are at right now. We literally had no idea this company even existed, and yet God was in control, taking care of us, moving Jared into position for this offer.
Faithfulness. I am so overwhelmed and in awe of God’s amazing faithfulness.
and i friggin love my husband. just wanted to throw that one out there ;)
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.
Today i’m starting a series on styling tips for short hair. i’ve received a ton of questions about my hair since the ‘ol chop and since i do indeed love talking about hair, i thought i’d make it into a little series. yay!
a few comments about my hair:
my hair is kind of in between fine to medium and, since cutting it short, i’ve developed this random curl business. basically when i dry it with out product it likes to stick up in all directions and it feels really silky. So product is a must!
my styling process:
after washing i take about quarter size of the Biosilk Thickening Creme (#1) and work into my hair. I then blow dry my hair upside down (this will be demonstrated in part two!), using just my fingers. At this point i look like a baby duck with my hair sticking up all over. Then I will either straighten it a bit or add to the curl, whichever one i’ve decided on that day.
Once the heat styling is done I use the Redken Working Wax (#2) pomade and kind of mush it into the back and ends of my hair (again, process coming soon). What’s that you say? This is a product for men? Yes I’m aware. But i love the texture and it smells really good and I love it.
After the wax I will tease the top a bit with a teasing comb and spritz it all over with the utterly fantastic Big Sexy Hairspray (#3) and voila! We are done for the day!
Next up is Part Two, my styling process and my favorite heat tools for short hair. If you have any questions or have a request let me know!
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//