It’s that time of year when I start getting busy with styling for weddings and proms and it’s inevitable that I’m going to be asked: why don’t you work as a stylist full time?
you can read my story and advice on becoming a stylist here but here’s the condensed version: I don’t like being put in a box.
It’s pretty safe to say that the Hamilton clan is a mixed bunch of creatives. I like to say that we’re fantastic at very few things, but pretty great at a lot of things. My dad has a degree in advertising, but he’s a fantastic artist and guitarist, and has the most eclectic taste in music that I’ve ever seen. My mom owns her own interior design company, but she’s also a painter, photographer, singer and owns more power tools than most men.
My sister Courtney has always been interested in fashion, but she’s also an amazing writer and artist in her own right. My brother travels with a praise and worship team playing bass, but he’s also a soccer player and writer himself, and my baby sister is probably the most wide spread of creators in the family, as a writer, artist, photographer, dancer, fashion enthusiast and lord only knows what else.
And then there’s me. I’m a writer. designer. web editor. event planner. dancer. photographer-in-training. fashion enthusiast. office supply addict. and yes, hair stylist. Roll it into one name and I like to call myself a Jill of All Trades. it’s one of the reasons Jared and I understand each other so well, since he fits right in with his own mix of titles: entrepreneur. freaky good musician (seriously, he can play just about any instrument you put in front of him). carpenter. designer. beard grower ;)
All this rambling basically stems from two things: my brother is trying to decide what major to declare in college, and my little sister is trying to decide what college to go to. And those are big decisions, they shape your future and who you want to become. It can be tough, at 16, 20, or even 50, to figure out who you want to be, what you want to do with your life.
I really struggled with that in college because I kept trying to put myself in a box and I let my weaknesses hold me back. I wanted to be a dancer, but I was intimidated by the competitiveness I saw so that was out. I looked at a business degree, because I’d like to own my own business, but I haaaaate math so that was out. I love reading so I went with English but I didn’t want to teach or be told what to write, so that was out. I looked into a Psychology degree but that seemed to leave zero room for creativity, so that was out.
I looked at so many different jobs and nothing seemed to fit. But I’d always loved hair and I was good at it, so I went to hair school and I thought, “YES ok. Here we go. This is my niche”. But then that didn’t work out exactly as I planned either.
Looking back, I realize that I was trying to fit myself into these different titles when it really boiled down to the fact that they simply didn’t fit me, not that I didn’t fit them. our society will try to file you away, tag you under some group and tell you that that’s where you need to go because a,b,and c all line up with this certain task. But it doesn’t work that way. People are multifaceted, multi-talented, forever changing and growing and learning. Did I ever see myself working in Ministry? heck no. But I do now. I am blessed to have a job that allows creativity, that doesn’t try to fit me into a mold, that’s perfectly fine with my extensive filing system that’s all coded with hot pink sharpie.
Am I saying you shouldn’t go to college? absolutely not, I did and while I can’t say I found my Life Calling there, I did find some very dear friends and the love of my life there. And I got the chance to explore, figure out what I liked and what I didn’t. My college experience is not the typical one, but it was still beneficial and I would tell everyone to at least try it out. But don’t forget your quirks, don’t forget your facets. Put yourself into your career, don’t let your career make you.
I don’t think I’m done, nor will I ever really be done, figuring out “who I am” and what I want to do. It changes as you grow. And yes it can be scary at times. One of my favorite verses, which can seem kind of cheesy and almost every high school senior will quote this as their favorite verse as well, but that doesn’t change it’s power: “for I KNOW the plans I have for you, says the Lord. Plans to help you, not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future”.
We each have a purpose, a destiny, a calling. Whether that’s to be a parent, a teacher, the president, or just to have a regular 9-5 so you can go home and do what you love in your spare time, it doesn’t matter. YOU will feel fulfilled in your life because it was designed specifically FOR YOU. Make your own path. Create a new job. Forge a new way.
And if you’re trying to pick a college, or pick a degree? HA good luck. I really don’t have any advice, other than think about the things you enjoy and don’t let the things you aren’t the strongest in, or the things that intimidate you, stop you from taking chances.
OH and go to one of the schools that offers Quidditch as a sport, that is freaking awesome. *nerd alert*
“stare off into space, for some reason it looks good in pictures. don’t raise your eyebrow. geez it’s cold”
“eeehhh my arms are so heavy i can’t stand straight. geez it’s cold”
“more staring at the ground, look i have pockets! geez it’s cold”
“aaaaand look up once to double check Jared isn’t taking pictures of the sky…”
“and back down. geez it’s cold.”
BTW I friggin love this sweater, it’s ginormous and perfectly acceptable to cuddle up and get lost in. Also, for maybe only the second time ever, I wore these rain boots when it was actually raining. Keep in mind i wear these rain boots very very, obscenely, often. watchagonnado?
i’ve really enjoyed playing around with these little freebie things. I hope you guys don’t mind, but I think i’ll keep at it for a while. click HERE to download the full size, or click on the image below, right click, and set as desktop. BOOM.
I stinkin love ankle boots, throw them on with just about anything and they look darling. Here are three of my favorite ways to style ankle boots:
1// with a sloppy cuffed jean.
don’t ever think it, this style is meant to be laid back and chill. perfect with a worn in tee and a couple long necklaces.
2// with socks and a dress
not everyone is on board with the sock movement, but i gotta tell ya, i’m 100%. i think they look so sweet peeking out from a pair of ankle boots. pair both with a simple summer frock and you’ve got a perfect weekend outfit.
3// with shorts
there’s nothing better than throwing on a good pair of shorts, but they can seem a bit too casual sometimes. add a pair of ankle boots and you’ve gone from “running to get more milk” to an actual outfit. genius.
it’s been too windy and too cold and i’ve been too lazy to take any outfit pictures this week. but then i remembered these that i took a way long time ago (like LAST YEAR guys. ancient days). and i said oh ya! these are pretty cute!
thus, your style post for the week. you’re welcome.
hmmm so life lately. we’re in that weird stage of season changing that I for one secretly adore. spring and winter are kind of duking it out right now for who’s going to be boss and we all know spring is totally going to kick butt, but winter keeps hangin in there, holding on by it’s icy cold fingertips.
this time is so similar to when fall gives in to winter, and yet it’s very different. you might wake up to a cool morning but there’s a tiny ray of hope mixed in with the icy breathes of fog in the air. a little spring promise.
in the fall, the season change can almost seem melancholy as the days become shorter and the air becomes cooler. but spring. ahh spring. each day holds just a sliver more of sunshine, each breeze brings just a bit more warmth. it’s like spring is giving us tiny sips of what’s to come, to keep us going through these last few days of ice. just a tease each morning, so that we’ll look forward to the next day, and the next day, just to see if today is the day that spring finally arrives.
i’m all for it spring. you can just keep on comin on. i dont mind a bit.
dont mind my white legs, they’re just going to blind you really fast
target beanie (sold out but i like this one), old (i mean old) jean jacket (similar) // ASOS swing dress (the best invention ever) (sold out, similar) // Sam Moon scarf (similar) //Shoe dazzle booties (sold out, these are cute)
It seems really strange to be posting these snow pictures today, when it’s supposed to be 65 degrees, but oh well. It just makes me appreciate the Spring weather even more!
SO things my doctor didn’t tell me (HA you thought Hospital Hooplah was over? No chance my friend, it’s like a stone dropped in a lake. The stone might have sunk to the bottom already, but the water rings are still moving). “i’m going to gut you like a fish to perform this surgery and when you wake up, you will have 25 stitches across your stomach” might have been a good idea to mention before i woke up post-op and almost passed out from the sight. “you’re going to be so weak by the time you get out of here, you won’t be able to walk up the stairs” literally surprised the crap out of me. i had no idea i would be so weak.
but both of these paled in comparison to “three months after your surgery, you will start shedding hair like a bear after hibernation”
the whole shedding thing has been the worst. I know, I’m such a brat, boohoo I’m losing a couple of hairs, some people don’t have any hair at all. I know. I’m fully aware of how lucky and blessed I am. but. I’m a girl. and my hair is kind of my thing, and I’ve always been very honest about the fact that if I have a bad hair day, i might as well take a sick day because it just rocks my world.
and it hasn’t just been a couple of hairs. i’m being honest about this because hopefully some poor girl will read this and be more prepared for the Shedding Apocalypse than I was. Because standing in the shower and watching as massive clump after massive clump of hair goes swirling down the drain is not something you want to be unprepared for.
you’re probably looking at these pictures and thinking, “what the heck is she talking about” but THANK THE LORD for hair extensions my friend. so many extensions on my head. I know this is silly, and I feel so vain just writing this all down, but it’s a part of my journey. and it’s pretty much sucked. And I think that’s ok. It’s ok to admit that some things just suck. It’s ok to cry over a couple (hundred) strands of hair. have yourself a cry. and then get up, get yourself some fake hairs, and keep going. Admit that you’re scared your going to look like Gollum from LOTR soon, and then keep going. I think sometimes we think we have to be strong 24/7. we can never admit to pain or fear or sadness. and that’s just not true. The Bible says to “share each other’s burdens”. You can’t do that unless you admit you have a burden to begin with. (and then return the favor!)
But then you have to keep going. You cant dwell on your fears or your pain, or your hair shedding. You believe in the hope of tomorrow, you believe in healing and in God’s plan and you sing sing SING!!! to those little hairs so that maybe they’ll be like that plant experiment and grow big and strong, unlike the unloved, un-sung-to hairs that wilted and stopped growing.
for anyone who ever goes through surgery, here’s what you should know:
- about three months after surgery, you will start shedding like crazy. some people say it’s from the anesthesia, some say from the shock of surgery itself, whatever. all you need to know is that you will lose a bunch of hair.
- you won’t shed in any place that you would actually be OK with losing hair, like your legs or pits. Nope. Just your head. Good news! You get to keep your eyelashes and eyebrows.
- it won’t look like your balding, like great big patches of no hair. more like your hair just super super super thins out. i’ve probably lost about 1/3 of my hair, maybe more. I woke up one morning and started losing handfuls of hair in the shower, which went on for about a month, and then one day it just stopped. I had to cut about 4 inches off the ends though, they were just so scraggly and sad looking. BUT that doesn’t really matter when you’re wearing extensions anyway!
- GOOD NEWS! IT WILL COME BACK! I am here to tell you: don’t have a panic attack, don’t shave your head and start wearing wigs. IT COMES BACK. I’ve got about an inch long halo of hairs all over my head right now. Not really noticeable at all, except right after I blow dry my hair and they stick up around my part. I kind of like seeing them, waving around and growing all happy up there. I encourage them, keep growing little friends!
things you can do to help:biotin. drink lots of water, eat lots of healthy foods (which you should be doing already). take deep breaths. stop panicking. buy some hair extensions. wait for it to grow back. i know. the worst advice ever. but that’s about all you can do.
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)
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?