family hike to the Wichita’s last weekend resulted in few bumps and bruises, a few cacti encounters, and a bunch of new family inside jokes.
So basically, a typical Hamilton/Ramsey/Bishop family gathering.
I recently tried out the Kenra hairspray for the first time and I fell in love. I’m also pretty much obsessed with the volumizing powder, it just makes life so much easier.
Then when I begin straightening my hair, I hold my straightner at different angles depending on the section of hair i’m working with. For the lower layers I straighten my hair down, like you would normally do.
next I pull up portions of my hair and shake the volumizing powder directly onto the roots, to give it just a bit of an oomph. This also helps the teasing that I will do next stick for the entire day, rather than falling flat an hour after you fix it.
Fall is officially upon us and I am ecstatic. Oklahoma tends to have very un-Fallish falls, where we go from oven scale heat to just a morsel of true fall weather, straight into months of depressing cold. So far we’re hovering in between ovens and true fall and I’m crossing my fingers that we’ll get some actual fall days this year, with the leaves changing and that fireplace smell in the air and hello, the clothes, the most important part.
1. oversized coats // I feel very breakfast club-ish in this trend and that is not a bad thing.
2. chunky shoes // i just love a good chunky shoe, they make me taller and immediately add a little pizaaz to an outfit.
3. anything plaid // seriously, give me all the plaid. Jared has started his winter beard which basically makes me feel like i’m married to a bear hunter so i might as well accept it and wear plaid every day of my life. plus it’s a great pattern mixer!
4. oversized knits // fall is characterized by two things: food and wind. big chunky sweaters that let me eat the whole room and also stay cozy warm? count me in
5. highwaist black pants // i mean really, what else do you need? they go with everything. they’re super comfy. they stretch for miles. they never show stains. drops the mic
6. wool hats // i’m such a fan of hats, they hide bad hair days with such flair.
7. cute sweats // picture me at a bonfire, roasting some mellows, maybe going shopping or something, and then I go home and never change clothes… and these are on sale so…
8. hints of leather // i love bringing a little edge to an outfit, like a leather jacket or a leather bag. perfect.
hello dirty mirror
it’s been exactly one year since i had my first surgery for Crohn’s disease, a name that I had never even known existed just one short month before surgery. At the time I wrote a post about how “normal” seemed such a far off concept, something that I wasn’t sure I would really ever be able to relate to again.
12 months later, I’m still here. I’m married, in a new home, with a few crazy looking scars on my stomach (which occasionally still resemble centipedes) that are the only physical evidence of one of the hardest experiences I have ever had to face. Normal? I still have no idea what normal really is. I think it might be overrated ;)
For any newbies around here you can read all about my surgeries in my about tab, but to make a long story short I was diagnosed with Crohn’s last September, an intestinal disease that flared up quickly and unexpectedly at the end of the summer last year. So quickly that within a month I was diagnosed, hospitalized, and went through surgery to remove my entire colon, some 5 feet of intestine. I spent four months with the end of what was left of my intestines sticking out of a hole in my stomach, with a bag taped over it which I named Tootie. I then went back under in January to reattach my intestines and say goodbye to Tootie forever.
I’m frequently asked how i’m doing these days, with a general wave at my stomach area to indicate that the question is in regards to my intestines and not my general well being, and I always say the same thing: i’m doing great. I’m fine, i’ve had no further complications. I’m a very lucky girl.
And it’s true. compared to many stories from Crohn’s patients I’ve heard, I’ve had it so easy. Years of pain and endless rounds of medication were avoided in two rounds of surgery. I’ve had to change my diet a little, less red meat, and I occasionally have to deal with back and hip pain after eating too much fried food (i know, so random but it’s all connected, basically Crohn’s is an inflammatory disease that doesn’t necessarily only inflame your intestines. For me it’s my lower back and hips, which is why many people with Crohn’s are either misdiagnosed or even develop arthritis)
This last year has been one roller coaster ride after another, but everything I have learned can really be boiled down to this: I have physically experienced the truth behind Proverbs 3 // Trust in the Lord. Lean not on your own understanding.
There are so many things that happen in this world that we just can’t explain. Pain and fear and abuse and evil and just plain bad days are regular occurrences in our lives and trying to understand and explain everything in one perfect little neat sentence is just not possible. life is messy. but trust in the One who is in control, who knows everything. He is loving and merciful and full of grace and He is aching to hold you. BELIEVE me, you can’t handle or control everything on your own. You weren’t made to, and you don’t have to.
Trust in the Lord.
oh and Mederma doesn’t work on scars this big. Just putting that out there.
vintage furniture is kind of my thing, so I wanted to make sure I used as many pieces as possible in the wedding. like my obsession with clothes, vintage furniture comes with a story and i just love a good story.for example, the pink velvet chair was a Craigslist score of mine. I haggled with the lady for weeks over this thing and when she finally came down on the price, I just about lost my shorts. When you discuss vintage furniture with people on Craigslist you tend to get an idea in your head of what you’ll see when you meet them, and i pictured this chair belonging to a little old lady who was moving out of her house to a retirement home or something. just the way she wrote seemed very old fashioned. I almost fell over when we showed up to pick up the chair and the Oklahoma governor’s daughter was the one selling. (and before you get confused and wonder how you missed that i was so interested in politics that i’d recognize the governor’s daughter, let me tell you that she was sporting hot pink hair at the time and I had just seen her at Oklahoma Fashion Week.)
the green chair also has it’s own story as a Bishop family heirloom that originally belonged to Jared’s great aunt. When i mentioned how much i loved the pea green corduroy (who wouldnt?), Grandma said we could have it. It now resides in our bedroom. the runner was a gift from my very talent mother, with fabric from ikea.
the two couches we used belong to me and my sister Courtney. They are both currently at my parent’s house, since neither one of us have the room for them. I loved the idea of using the furniture for the bridal party to sit on during the ceremony, and i was stubborn enough to stick to my guns even after we found out that we would have to haul everything to Norman and set up the morning of the wedding. It seemed romantic and so me that I felt like it was worth it. One of the couches was also used in our engagement shoot.
we used my parent’s silver goblet and platter set that they received when they got married for our communion ceremony. all of the vintage jugs and glass bottles came from Jared’s dad’s personal collection, set atop a runner of kraft paper cut from a giant roll i saved from work one day. the gold card suitcase was a vintage flea market find. I’m planning on turning it into a table one of these days! i was vehemently against a guest book. sorry, i think they’re dumb and no i don’t think i’d ever want to sit down and look through everyone’s signatures one day. so to compromise, i bought these vintage window frames and had jared staple chicken wire that i had spray painted gold to the backs of the frames. Our guests wrote us a note, rolled it up, and stuck it in a chicken wire hole. voila. past wedding posts here, here and here
last year I missed the fair due to being in the hospital, so this year I was determined to make it out at least once. I have zero desire to spend tons of money on carnival games, I would never trust a fair ride that can be constructed or deconstructed in less than 24 hours, and the rodeo/pig showings have never been of much interest to me. But I will stinkin devour a good funnel cake.
I’ve teamed up with Blogging for Books to do some fun book reviews here on the ol’ bliggity blog., I decided to start with Happy Handmade Home, since it was on my list of books to take a peak at next time I was in a bookstore!
all following images via A Beautiful Mess
I actually LOVED this book. It’s a perfect little coffee table book, bright and interesting with lots of great images, all with the intrinsic Beautiful Mess flair for color and creativity. There are tons of fun DIY project ideas, some of which I would love to play around with in my own little abode. Even if you’re not into doing it yourself, there are some great low budget inspiration ideas for decorating your home. Of course, I would expect nothing less from the ABM girls!
my one rule for our wedding was that i wanted sparkle, glitz, and enough glitter to choke a horse. our wedding venue had some (understandable, but still annoying) rules against glitter and such, and i had a little photo op idea in my head that involved said glitter and such, so I knew that I wanted to take our bridal party pictures off site. My sisters and I drove around the area looking for good spots to use and we decided on the Norman Amtrak station, right across the street.
my girls picked different style dresses from a boutique on etsy in two different shades of gray. My sisters, who were my matron of honor and my maid of honor, chose gold-hued dresses. We were a small, matching, gorgeous little village. The bridesmaids all came over the day before the wedding and we had a huge bouquet making party, creating their bouquets and all of the centerpieces. We bought all of the flowers from the Oklahoma Flower Market, using my mom’s small business license. The flowers were awesome and lasted forever, and the price was soooo much better than a florist’s. And since I was going for a “ooooh look at me, I just gathered these flowers in a meadow, aren’t they lovely” style vibe, our less then professional skills worked great!
My bouquet I had made back in the Fall, when I was stuck at home in bed recovering from surgery. There were a few hectic moments, creating a bouquet with a hot glue gun while laying around in a bed with limited reflexes. there might have been some burned fingers. my dad might have soaked my fingers in egg yolks. it might have grossed me out. but it all worked out! jared’s groomsmen all wore ties or bow ties we had picked up on a sale from Jcrew, with their own gray pants and white shirts. Jared’s brother and best man wore a cute little vest to differentiate himself. Jared’s suit was from Express and don’t even get me started on his boutonniere. biggest fight we had about the wedding! Jared didn’t want the guys to wear boutonnieres, it would poke holes in their shirts and besides he thought they were too prom-ey. I was totally fine with this, until about a week before the wedding when I had a bit of a bridezilla moment and basically out-shouted him and made him one. i really have no idea why i was so adamant that he wear a boutonniere, it’s not like i could forget which guy was mine. brides. ^Jared’s favorite college professor and saturday morning breakfast date, Mr. Ballew. Yes he was a groomsman. He took a nap on the ceremony couches during the afternoon. We love him. like i mentioned before, i wanted the wedding to be an explosion of freakin glitter, but the wedding venue didn’t allow glitter or confetti inside (vintage original wood floors, psh) so I told Amanda that I wanted to do a little confetti throwing sesh with my bridesmaids. The week before we sat around cutting up tissue paper in various shades of awesome, mixed with some gold star confetti, and voila! our very own confetti. it wasn’t two seconds after we had tossed the last handful of confetti, a woman came out grumbling at us that we weren’t allowed to “make a mess here” and that we would need to pick up every piece of confetti before we left.
spoiler alert: we didn’t go back and pick it up. it was a public transportation station, on a concrete sidewalk, with a very high chance of rain in the near future. call me an earth killer, but i do believe nature can take care of itself sometimes.
target 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.
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.