social security is not very social

social security is not very social

i should have known, when i stepped onto the building’s linoleum floors, heels clacking and people staring, that this trip was not going to be one without it’s fair share of uncomfortable.

but since i’ve never frequented jail or felt the need to change my citizenship, i had not previously enjoyed the atmosphere in the Oklahoma Social Security Offices until i had to go and change my last name.

let me just give you a hint: social security ain’t so social.

what exactly do you think i’m hiding in my shoes that causes you to demand I take them off and walk through a metal detector? drugs? i’m sitting in a giant room with scary people. why would i bring drugs in with me?

if you insist on calling us out by number like cattle don’t you think it would be in your best interest to invest in a intercom system that is actually understandable? I get more English from the teacher on Charlie Brown.

Gentleman with the scary tattoos (nekkid lady, KILL on his arm, scary looking skull thing smoking a joint, etc) and the shorts of questionable white color: why are you laughing like a sadistic rapist every time you look at me? and for that matter, why are you looking at me? or leaning towards me? or trying to read my book with me? (it wasn’t a funny part).

young woman from jail: congratulations. i’m sure you’re right and you didn’t deserve to be in there. but do we have to speak so loudly that everyone knows your opinion? my ears are bleeding from your shrillness. i’m sorry. please don’t kill me.

after three and a half hours (read it, that’s right), I was finally ushered out of the holding pen by a young woman who only stared at my shoes for a second (or 10). i’m going to assume she was riveted with jealousy and not cackling at my clacking on the inside.

after 5 minutes with staring girl I was given a new last name and an escape route that didn’t involve the holding pen. cue the hallelujah chorus.

Unfortunately, I now have a hideous driver’s license picture. Since i had been blessed with two pretty good pictures before this one, I think I was overdue for a stunner.

Photo Aug 25, 1 23 06 PM copywoah there blush. if you look closely you can see my glasses indentations on the side of my ski slope nose. also, i  thought i was having to sign to say yes i was an organ donor, not sign for my license. hence the chicken scrawl that vaguely resembles letters.


for those of you, like me, who want to change your last name after marriage and are thoroughly confused by the contradicting information on the Internet, here’s what you need to change your name in Oklahoma:

- you have to go to the SOCIAL SECURITY OFFICE to change your last name. Not the wedding license registry, not the passport offices, not the post office. SOCIAL SECURITY. They really try to confuse you on this one.

- I took my wedding license,  my birth certificate, and my driver’s license. the woman looked at my driver’s license and my wedding license, but told me it’s a good idea to bring your birth certificate just in case. You can also bring your social security card but since I didn’t have mine anymore, it’s not actually required.

-YOUR SOCIAL SECURITY CARD IS NOT REQUIRED. i’m saying that twice because I called ahead and the woman on the phone was SO stinking confusing, i wasn’t sure if i needed my ss card or a vial of blood. also because of that lady…

- you have many different options in the state of Oklahoma for your new name.  I could drop my maiden name, hyphenate my maiden and married name, drop my middle name and keep my maiden and married names, or make my maiden name a second middle name. all are legal and do not require further paperwork. (take THAT you mean old heifer on the phone!)




Wed: Getting Ready

i’m posting our getting ready pics today! when i look back at this time of our wedding day, I’m still utterly amazed at the calm that pervaded the room. Whether that was due to my amazing bridal party who shielded me from the catastrophes, or because thing really were going so well that day, I guess I’ll never know. I’m just thankful that it was! 

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Our venue would not allow us into the space until 10AM the morning of the wedding, so there was some serious tension in the air as we drove to Norman that morning. Thoughts were flying through my head omg i’m getting married, what if we can’t get everything set up in time, what if we forgot something major, omg i’m getting marred. 

There is no explanation for how smoothly everything came together that morning other than we have the most selfless and giving friends and family….and God. Literally, there isn’t any other explanation. Everything was set up smoothly, everyone helped out, everyone was happy and laughing. Ya there were a few hitches but nothing that I would call a catastrophe!

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By 12:30 that afternoon I was in the Bridal room, listening to my wedding playlist and relaxing while I got my makeup done. I just remember feeling so dang happy to have everyone that was near and dear to me in that room, getting ready to celebrate mine and Jared’s special day. I’m so thankful for the time I was given to relax!!

Of course, during this time Jared was rebooking our hotel at one that his family wasn’t  staying at that same night, frantically trying to find my wedding band that he had dropped and lost, and leaving the venue before he gave my bridesmaids cash for my makeup artist, so he probably wouldn’t call the getting ready time calm the way I would. Thank you Jesus for a great bridal party that took care of everything while I was blissfully fixing my hair!

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^Jared went golfing with his groomsmen the day before the wedding and got the WORST farmer’s tan you ever did see. luckily his forehead faded by the next day, and his arms were covered in his suit! although at the time i couldn’t have cared less, he looked pretty scrumptious to me! details-14 copy details-15 copy details-32 copy details-33 copy details-17 copy details-19 copy details-20 copy

^My something old was the brooch on my bouquet that belonged to my Great Grandmother; my something new were my garters that my sister Courtney had designed and made for me; my something borrowed was my mother’s wedding ring; and my something blue was the blue crochet flowers on my handkerchief which belonged to another of my great grandmothers. details-37 copy details-39 copy details-35 copy^this is so typical Jared, walking around in his boxers, half dressed. Amanda, our photographer, told me that she went to get Jared for our first look and asked Jared if he was ready and he said yep! and then walked out from behind the couch just like this. 

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//the details//

Vine hair piece//custom made by 7th & West

Chunky bracelet//custom made by Donna Leota 

Striped Heels//Dolce Vita from ModCloth

Veil//custom made by me! Vintage lace from an old dress I found at a thrift store

hair// me

makeup// melrose makeup 

Bouquet//custom made by me, supplies from Save on Crafts

Dress// David’s Bridal




to girls with dreams

girls with dreamsi wrote this to myself a while back, in a time when i was really needing encouragement and the push to move forward. but i think every girl can use a little encouragement, a little push. so welcome to my heart.

hey you.

ya you. you with the dream in your heart and the idea in your head, you’ve got so much energy and excitement you’re practically lifting off the ground.

I see you. I see your dreams, how they are so big they are almost scary (scratch that, they are scary). I see your fear and your hope and i see your desire. You just want a chance. a chance to be heard, a chance to jump out there and see what you’re capable of.

don’t lose that desire. don’t lose that dream. you are capable. you’re fierce and your strong and you’re going places kid. you’ve got more potential in your friggin pinky than most people have in their entire body.

you’re going to have some doubters. you’re going to have some toxic, noxious, doubters who try to keep you down, keep you contained, keep you on the path they think you is best for you. but they don’t know. 

they don’t know what you’re capable of, even if they say they do. they can’t understand you’re vision because they don’t have any themselves. and the only thing you can do is keep your eyes ahead and don’t let them derail you from your dream.

you’re scared, your not sure of yourself? stop it. there’s a reason why you are a dreamer, there’s a reason why you’re excited. it’s because you’re a life changing force in this world. you have a gift and a dream and a desire and you’re going to make things happen. fear is good, it means you’re thinking BIG, you’re taking risks. Life is not life without a few risks.

but you may have to wait. you may have to be patient. you may have to put in some hard hours, deal with some hard situations, listen to some hard advice. but it’ll make you stronger. it’ll make you smarter. it’ll make you that much more passionate.

and no, not every idea you have is going to be fantastic. be humble. be watchful. be open. take every opportunity, squeeze out every last drop of experience. someday that dream will be a reality. if only you will have the guts to work hard, ignore the doubters, and go for it.

I see you. I’m with you. I’m right behind you. Let’s do this.


IMG_0514our little space is slowly starting to show some character and become “us”. when we decided on our apartment, I knew I was going to have to sacrifice “quirky and unique” for “nearby, cost effective, and safe (i’m a huge baby, i get scared walking just about anywhere at night)”. There just aren’t many quirky little mid century apartment complexes in Yukon, Oklahoma….Scratch that, there’s none.

But we’ve been able to find ways to make this space our own and, other than the fact that I start to feel like I’m living in Shawshank if I’m in the apartment with our windows shut for too long, our little space is working very well for us.  Tip for newlyweds: don’t buy anything for your wedding that you can’t use in your home afterwards. Our apartment is basically our wedding remixed.  IMG_0504^our giant engagement pic was a gift from our engagement party IMG_0506^photo op sign from my panty shower IMG_0510^Jared’s adventure guitar has been on just about every trip he went on in college. It now resides in various places all over the apartment, depending on where he last felt inspiration. I never know where this thing will be next, which is a pretty impressive feat in a one bedroom apartment.  IMG_0538 IMG_0534 IMG_0537

these are our guestbook notes from the wedding. so precious.

IMG_0517 IMG_0461 IMG_0467^the brass goblets are an Ebay find, the gold rimmed wine goblets are from dollar general (holla!), the pink goblets are from a local antique store, as are the gold striped glasses. The gold dot ones are Anthro. IMG_0531IMG_0473 IMG_0474 copy IMG_0521 IMG_0526 IMG_0529^this is not an advertisement for gain or downy, i was just too lazy to put them back up on the shelf. But those smell divine, just fyi!

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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)

Living with a chef might make me a vegetarian

living with a chef might make me a vegetarian

As I’ve mentioned before, Jared is a chef and as such, he enjoys bringing home tidbits from work. This is very sweet and cave mannish of him (hunter gatherer, bring home the bacon, etc) and probably saves me from starvation, since exhibit A tells you just how often I go grocery shopping (you can’t see the door, it’s where I keep my essentials- milk and…some yogurt.)

But what disturbs me about this setup is the fact that I will occasionally come home to an unknown source of flesh residing in my fridge (the Target bag). In the last two months, I’ve learned not to look in the bags unless I want to gag, because the flesh will be in varying states of bloodiness, and I just can’t handle it.

Now you might be saying, “OMG get over it, it’s free meat”, but shut your pie hole because I’m pretty sure you would be grossed out too. Especially since I never know just how long this flesh is going to last sitting in the fridge. Am i supposed to do something with this? Do we have plans to take the flesh over to my parents, since the bag weighs enough that I guess it could feed my entire apartment building?

I’ve tried suggesting freezing the meat, but no Chef Jared likes his meat fresh and so we avoid freezing at all costs.

Notice the questionable stain on the bottom left side of the fridge? That would be from where the bloody flesh leaked into my fridge. When I called Jared to ask him about said flesh, his response was, “oh ya, just go ahead and dump that, and whatever other meat is in there”. Oh so nonchalantly.

All this to say, think I might be going vegetarian. I just don’t know if I can handle all this…handling of flesh. Especially when it comes in bloody Target bags. Notice the giant bag of carrots and brussels sprouts on the middle shelf? I could last for WEEKS on those brussels sprouts…and all the cereal I have in the pantry.

This probably doesn’t bode well for our future goal of owning land where Jared would raise his own food and I’d be the official Animal Namer and win an award for Best Wifi on a Farm.

*after i wrote this blog post, i dumped all the meat out and scrubbed my fridge down with a mixture of bleach and acid. My eyes are burning like hades but my fridge is clean!*

wedding snaps- first look

firstlook1I’m planning on slowly posting some of our wedding pictures here on the blog, along with some DIY project how to’s and general thoughts of the day. There’s so much I want to remember and capture that my brain is kind of all over the place, so it might take me a while to finish this. Patience my friends!

firstlook2 firstlook3So Jared and I chose to have a “first look” session with our photographer and videographers, and I can’t say enough how much I loved it. We had been running like headless chickens all weekend, including the morning of the wedding, so it was so nice to have a moment to ourselves, to indulge in and enjoy the excitement together.firstlook4 firstlook5 firstlook8

We met each other across the street from our venue, at the Norman Amtrak station. I’m pretty sure I was practically dry heaving by the time I got there, I was so emotional. Of course Jared was calm as a cucumber, as always. In fact, he was so intent on peeling bark off the tree that I had to tap him on the shoulder to get him to realize I was behind him.

firstlook9 firstlook10our first look ended up being some of my very favorite shots from the day. we were nervous and excited and so giggly (me, not jared). the first look gave us time to be silly and get all the nerves out, so we were able to really focus on our ceremony and celebrating with our family and friends. firstlook11 firstlook13 firstlook14a huge thank  you to our fabulous photographers, Indie Jane Photography! Amanda and Mark did such an amazing job with our wedding, I was in awe by how much they was able to capture of our day. Not only just the things, but the emotions and the love that was so overwhelmingly present that day. Amanda just gets me, gets my vision, gets the looks that I like. And she’s utterly hilarious. And she was pregnant while shooting our wedding. So basically she’s my hero.

I’ll do a post over our details and accessories soon!


IMG_0341 copylooks it’s me with no makeup!

When I started this blog I had no intention of getting perks for writing. First off, I had no idea that was even possible. But more importantly, I wanted a place that I could write freely. This was my space, my opinions, my interests, and no one could dictate what I could or could not say.

Since starting I’ve had opportunities arise to work with different companies, and it’s fun and exciting and all good and well. But that doesn’t alter my initial desire to have a space that is uniquely my own. If I had to give advice to anyone wanting to start a blog it would be to know your reasons behind blogging and stick with them. Keep everything in perspective. Are you wanting to share your opinions? Don’t get frustrated when someone doesn’t agree. Are you looking for friendships? Don’t blame others when you don’t have comments. Are you wanting to make money? Find a new creative outlet? Encourage others? Whatever it is, know before you write a word what you’re truly wanting to accomplish.

For me, it was to create a space that was me. Funny, silly, fashion-minded, spiritually encouraging, and completely random. And I will continue to stick with that format, regardless of what unexpected opportunities arise. I will be honest and blunt and I’ll be me through every post.

With that {random and only slightly related montage) being said, I recently had the opportunity to try out Modere’s new beauty box. IMG_0352 copy If you haven’t heard of Modere, they’re a fun little online company that carries “lifestyle essentials”- personal care, health and wellness, and household products. Modere is launching a new project with sample box sets of their facial products that you can try out and either buy the set or return, no charge.

Now you need to know something about me: I work with graphic design on a daily basis so my mind automatically looks at everything from the advertising and design perspective. I’m also fiendishly low maintenance when it comes to my facial products. I typically use coconut oil and…that’s it. I’ll try every hair product under the sun, but I’m pretty low key when it comes to lathering junk on my face.

So when I tried out my Modere beauty box, I was appreciative of their design aesthetic and neutral on their actual products. To be honest, the sample sizes of the products were just a little small for me to see using for the full 7 day trial period; in fact I ran out of the exfoliant by like, day two. That was probably on purpose, but I wasn’t so incredibly hooked after a few days that I wanted to buy the full size product.

bb-featured-prodThe same goes for the rest of the line, except for the Antioxidant Gel. I actually really liked that one, since it was lightweight and smelled fantastic, kind of grape fruity. The hair serum reminded me of other products that I’ve used in the past which, being a professional hair stylist, I could get for cheaper.

All in all, I liked the design of the line. I liked the process of the beauty box. I’m impressed with Modere’s company values, and with their website. The products themselves? I’m not sure I’m the best candidate for a true evaluation. Conclusion: don’t take my word for it, try it yourself.

I’m basically useless here. happens sometimes. but i’m honest about it! brownie points, right?

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)


styling tips part deux: curly hair

i’m finally getting around to posting part II of the Styling Tips series I started oh….about three months ago. whoops!

IMG_0251 copy Ok, so to start I have to admit that my hair is an ever changing, ever evolving process. I’m constantly trying new things and perfecting the process. With that being said…i’ve actually changed my products since last time. teehee! the thickening cream I was using (and LOVED) has somehow been out of stock every time I’ve gone to order some. SO, i’ve been using a plain ole mouse from the drugstore in it’s place. I’m also using the L’Oreal hair pomade for the same reasons. It all works the same,no biggie, but i wanted to be honest.IMG_0252 copy When i wash my hair, i like using the Organix shampoo because it doesn’t make my hair feel squeaky clean. I hate squeaky clean hair.  Also, I never use conditioner, it just weighs my hair down. IMG_0263 copy Start with wet hair. Whether you’ve just washed it or your on the no shampoo kick, I still start with damp hair. And I NEVER comb my hair. Just let your hair be the way it wants to. IMG_0265 copy Take a dollop of mouse about  ^yea big and work it into your hair from the roots down. IMG_0269 copy I like working from upside down, don’t ask me why, it just seems to work better that way. IMG_0273 copy Then i take my fingers and kind of position my hair in the end look that I’m wanting. Whatever side the part will be on, how the back will lay, all of that. Again, no brushing. Oh, and I switch up my part about every time I wash my hair. IMG_0276 copy Again, with your head upside down, blow-dry your hair while kind of finger teasing it around. I literally will take my hand and rub it all over my head to move my hair around and get it all dry. We’re not going for a perfect blowout here so stop worrying about being careful. IMG_0278 copy Ta da! I look like I was electrocuted. IMG_0283 copy Now here’s my best tip: I’m not trying to control my hair. I’m just adding to the insanity. The secret to happy hair is to figure out what your hair does best naturally and add to that. So with a 1.2 inch curling iron, I pick random pieces throughout and curl them just a bit more than what was natural. This just adds a little more definition to the insanity. Again, this isn’t about creating an entirely new style from what was already achieved by drying it. I’m just making it a bit less electrocuted. IMG_0287 copy Every so often I take my hands and kind of scruch my fingers through the curls, finger combing them apart and making it a bit more disarrayed. I’m not a fan of perfect hair. This is all about enhancing the messy, people. IMG_0295 copy After curling I take a comb and backcomb the crap out of the crown area. Again, if you haven’t figured this out already, I like messy hair. I just get in there and tease the crap out of it. There’s no method to this madness. IMG_0304 copylast step is to take a handful of pommade, rub it between my hands, and scrunch all through out my hair, concentrating at the very last on my ends to give them a more piecey look, rather then perfect little ringlets. A quick spritz of hair spray, tuck the one side behind the ear, and ta da!

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And that’s it! Like I said, I’m all about the messy and I’m all about the natural. I just take what the good Lord gave me and give it just a bit more oomph ;)

If you have any questions, leave ‘em in the comments! Next up: straight hair! Hopefully not in 3 months.