I’ve lived here my entire life and I’ve seen some weird things
yep. that’s my home town.
But never have I EVER,in the entire 24 years that I have been on this planet, lived in a teepee. Why do you ask? Well, perhaps because this isn’t the Oklahoma Territory of the 1800′s. Also, I’ve never shot a bow and arrow, I don’t ride a horse to work, and I can’t make it rain by doing some spirit dance around a fire.
These might seem like obvious statements to you but to the rest of the United States, Oklahoma is apparently still a territory and I’m skinning my lunch every day. Any time I mention that I live in Oklahoma, some version of the conversation above happens. It’s gotten a little bit better since OKC got a basketball team. I guess people just can’t picture Kevin Durant shooting a rabbit so we can now all live in the 21st century.
Let me just ask you: does everyone in California still pan for gold? Does every New Yorker like working on Broadway? Are people still driving the Oregon Trail? So why would you think I went to a school where they segregated the whites from the Native Americans? Ridiculous.
So I was given an opportunity to style another dress from Eshakti! (first post here)
This time I decided to go all out on their customizable options. I chose the London dress with the Dahlia crinoline, but I chopped the sleeves off, lowered the neckline, and shortened the length. I love that you have the option to customize a dress with Eshakti. It makes each piece totally one of a kind.
I thought both pieces were just so cute, I had to style them as separate outfits! Get ready for picture mother flippin overload.
Option #1: The London Dress
Target sunnies//Primark chambray shirt// Eshakti dress//Target bag and belt//Guess heels
and Option #2! The Dahlia Crinoline
Primark chambray shirt// Eshakti skirt (with pockets!)//Target belt and shoes
So whaddyathink? Would you wear either one of the options?
FYI: The Eshakti girls are so sweet, they’re giving all ARF readers 20% off their purchase with discount code KLEGHHMLTN! YAY! Good through March 10th
I’m so excited to share this new project with you guys! This is something my sister Courtney and I have been discussing for a long time and I am thrilled to show you guys the first Sisterly post!
Sisterly is a collaboration between the sisters of A Rambling Fancy and Shabby Loves Chic.
Courtney and I are very similar and very different all at the same time. The perfect example of this: we have frequently called each other to talk about some new clothing item we have bought. More often than not, the other one will have bought that same item without knowing it! So while we have a lot of the same clothes in our closets (her’s in CA, mine in OK) we rarely ever style our clothing the same way!
We thought it would be fun to come together and show you different ways to style your clothes, decorate your home, and host your party all while using the same products! Fun right?
So for this first project, Court and I decided to try out one of our favorite patterns: leopard! We even made a Pinterest board to show off some of our favorite spotted pieces
I decided to use leopard print as a fun accent rather than a main focus piece. I LOVE leopard! It’s a cool print that can mix well with almost any other pattern: stripes, dots, and my new favorite mix: plaid!
After I posted this I had a lot of questions about how exactly I get away with going au naturel in public. Firstly (is that even a word?) Let me say that you people have no shame and will ask anything. Secondly: I love it. Keep ‘em comin.
Long story short, it is the curse and blessing of women who are-shall we say less endowed-to be able to walk amongst the unknowing free and wild. As my future BFF Zoey Deschannel says on New Girl, “My boobs are loving this whole unemployed thing. They don’t have to go to boob jail every day”. Well Jess/Zoe/ BFF my bubbies are true escape artists and professional jailbirds.
When I do give in and wear an over the boulder shoulder holder, I wear these lovely little items called bralettes or grandma bras if we’re going to be honest. They do kind of resemble something my granny would have worn. You’re welcome for that mental image.
If real bras are “boob jail” we shall call these “booby juvie” or perhaps “booby community service”…never mind, just forget this analogy all together. Point is, they’re pretty and girly and less cage-like than your typical brassieres.
1. little sister is following in my crazy pant steps. I’m thrilled//2. It takes talent to cross one eye. It takes even more to take picture while doing so. I think I like him//3.sweet friends in Gatlinburg, TN for a work trip! 4//Jojo bear looking like he felt guilty about something…5// more sweet friends celebrating Lori’s 25 Stayin Alive birthday!// 6.my new favorite jeans and boots, of course from Target//7. This must have been why Joey looked guilty: chewed up shoes!// 8. a Val Day cupcake from work// 9. messy maiden braids are my go to hairdo these days// 10 a sushi date with the mini me.
So lately I’ve been seeing a lot of talk about Coconut Oil as a hair and body nutrient. I’m always up for a beauty review so I thought why not!
I went to Walmart (which shows you how dedicated I was to this experiment. I HATE Walmart.) and found this Spectrum Naturals Organic Virgin Coconut Oil UNREFINED. Make sure you get the unrefined, I’ll explain later.
First off, this stuff comes as a solid, not a liquid, which really threw me off at first. There isn’t really a smell which again threw me off because I really was hoping for that perfect coconutty smell, you know like tanning oil and the beach? I love that smell. But alas, no fake coconut smell in the all organic coconut oil. Anywho!
The instructions say to put the jar in a bowl of hot water and the oil will melt. Not exactly necessary, since the steam from my bath was hot enough to melt it. Either I take extremely hot baths (likely) or this stuff just melts really easily (also likely)
As a body oil: Personally I enjoy a lotion/oil that leaves your skin feeling greasy. I want to feel like there is something happenin on my dessert skin, so I liked using coconut oil for my body. The oil is thick and spreads easily and made my legs feel uber soft. It also absorbed fairly quickly, by the time I was finished doing my hair and makeup it was gone. You can also use coconut oil as a face wash but I haven’t tried that one yet. Now why it needs to be unrefined oil: the refined oil has additives in it that can clog your pores and cause acne breakouts. Make SURE you use the unrefined oil! I accidentally bought a jar of refined at first and my chest and legs were kind of itchy for about 30 minutes. I researched why and since I’m fairly sure I’m not allergic to coconuts, the second most likely option was that I had used a refined oil. I checked the jar and whadduyaknow they were right!
As a hair mask: Every recipe I found told me to put the oil on dry hair. I’ve never had to do that before so I tried to research why and basically the all knowing Internet said, “because i told you to”. hmph.
So after slathering my dry hair with a ton of non coconut smelling coconut oil, I wrapped that puppy up in a towel and let it fester for an hour.
Tip: when using any sort of oil based hair mask, put shampoo in your hair BEFORE wetting it down. Basic science my friends: oil and water don’t mix.
After washing my hair I decided to let it dry on it’s own instead of blowdrying it. When I woke up in the morning my ends seemed more tame than usual, not so crazy and out of control dry, but it wasn’t a ridiculous overnight change. I did notice that my hair was much curlier than it normally is when I don’t put any product in it. But I was only able to go 2 days before I needed to wash it again; it just felt super greasy by then.
As a hair oil:Since doing the treatment, I’ve been dipping my fingers in the oil and rubbing it on just the ends of my hair before drying or styling. This seems to act like a heat guard and my hair soaks it right up without any of the greasy after effects that the treatment gave.
In conclusion: I definitely like the coconut oil as a skin moisturizer and heat guard. I didn’t really notice that much of a difference when I did the hair mask but I’m perfectly willing to try it again. Hair treatments aren’t a one time fix all. I’ll also be trying the face wash. I’ll update this post to let you know how it goes!
How about you? Will you be trying coconut oil anytime soon?
Happy Friday lovelies! Want a completely random post? How about 50 things you might not have known about me! YA!
See you on Monday!
1. my hair is naturally a mousy brown color
2. My hair hasn’t been that color since 8th grade.
3. Chewing gum makes me gag, ESPECIALLY when people play with it, stick it on the side of their plate, or blow bubbles.
4. I’ve been wearing glasses since 2nd grade, when I couldn’t tell if a p was a q.
5. My very first memory is when I was 3 and I cut my own bangs. I remember crawling behind the couch and hiding the scissors.
6. Pink is my very favorite color
7. I had a huge gap in my front teeth when I was little, big enough to shove stick pretzels in.
8. I can’t whistle.
9. I LOVE to read
10. I cry embarrassingly easy. Like I cry about everything.
11. I don’t remember a time when I was not a Christian.
12. I’m a dancer
13. I adore musicals
14. I’ve lived in Oklahoma my whole life
15. Cooking makes me weak. All of that work work work, and then you’re not even hungry anymore, you’re just exhausted, and you still have to clean up the kitchen, oh bless.
16. I’m utterly wretched at ordering food. As soon as the waitress comes up I completely lose my brain and I stumble around my words for a good 10 years before someone finally takes pity on me and interprets my rambling for the poor waitress. It’s why I like the drive through, I can rehearse ahead of time or write it all down.
17. If I had to choose one style of shoes to wear for the rest of my life, I would undoubtedly choose heels.
18. I rarely wear bras (tmi?)
19. I’ve never really been into sports. If I’m forced to watch a game, I choose the team to root for by 1. how cute their uniforms are or 2. If they have anyone cute on their team
20. If I chose any job to suddenly be awesome at, I’d love to try being an ice skater, a nail polish namer, a hand model, or a book cover designer.
21. a part of me wants to live in one of these tiny homes.
22. I’m utterly addicted to Dr. Pepper
23. I love doing yoga although I’m not that great at it. It’s a work in progress.
24. I staged a rebellion in 6th grade against my mother so that she’d let me shave my legs. I refused to wear anything but pants (a hardship for me if you know me at all) for months (ok probably more like weeks, I honestly don’t remember how long it was) before my daddy gave in and told me to “shave my stupid legs just don’t tell your mother.”
25. My middle name comes from my aunt.
26. I have 13 cousins on one side and 3 on the other.
27. I love lima beans
28. My mom went on a trip when I was in 4th grade and I was allowed to fix my own hair that week. I’ve been obsessed with hair ever since.
29. My family calls me KaKa or Ka Louie.
30. mashed potatoes are my comfort food
31. I have abnormally long toes. I can pick things up with them.
32. I’m the only one in my family that inherited my mom’s blue eyes
33. My mom named my sister and me, my dad named my brother and baby sister
34. I’m utterly fascinated by dominate and recessive genes, family personality traits, and birth orders.
35. Music is a huge part of my personal expression. I’m highly influenced by music.
36. I’ve never broken a bone
37. I’m SUPER girly. I joined my college intramural team only because I liked the tshirt
38. I’ve never paid over $60 for ANYTHING in my closet
39. If I had to describe my style I’d call it experimental. I’m influenced by what I’m feeling or thinking or what I’ve been watching/seeing/hearing lately and this influence comes out in my style. I’ll try just about anything once.
40. I LOVE puppies but I’m allergic to cats.
41. I’m constantly looking for the perfect lippy. Whether that is a lipstick, lip gloss, chapstick, whatever. I’ve tried them all.
42. I love buying shoes, I’m not much into purses.
43. The summer time is my favorite time of year, even if it is 100+ degrees outside. Sunshine makes me happy.
44. I take baths daily, sometimes multiple times a day. It’s where I do my best thinking.
45. My first kiss was freshman year in high school at a new year’s eve party.
46. I would love to own my own business one day
47. I have very long eyelashes, they’re one of my favorite features.
48. I’m a shortie, 5″3
49. I have a horrible habit of judging people on their 1. hair 2. grammar or 3. smile. If I’m on a date and the guy hasn’t fixed his hair, I’m going to be highly irritated. Or if you use bad grammar, especially in a blog post, I will have to resist the urge to shun you. And if you smile and it’s a fake smile, or you can’t take the time to look me in the eye and smile, I’m not going to take the time to remember your name.
50. I started this blog on a whim and gradually transitioned into becoming a lifestyle blogger, almost without my knowledge. It just kind of happened that way. But I hope you love it and stick around!
Well what do ya know, I’m actually 2 for 2 on this whole Random Facts series! Someone give me a gold star. Or a Starbucks, which is the equivalent of a gold star in my book.
So on to the story. Let me just pause for a second and explain to you just how deep my love is for you, because I am currently on the cusp (don’t you love that word?) of telling you my most embarrassing, god awfully mortifying story of my life. It involves death (or something near it). It involves a hot paramedic. And it involves me crashing like Goliath and tasting the mall floor, something which no poor soul should ever have to endure. Are you ready? Because I’m not sure I am. Alright let’s do this.
It was my sophomore year in College and the end of my teenage adolescence (by this I mean I was 19.) I was working in the mall as a sales clerk at the most darling fashion boutique, Lucca (it’s also the store that my sister Courtney met her husband through, you should hear the story it’s quite precious) and I took my job pretty seriously. Not everyone can weild the tagging gun with such precision guys. It’s a hard job.
As we neared the end of a horrifically cold winter, I began getting the snuffles. A cough here, a sneeze there. Nothing too serious, I kept telling myself. Until suddenly I ended up not being able to survive the day without Dayquill, Tylenol, a box of Kleenex and a sweater or four. I went on like this for a few days, don’t even ask me why, I had somehow developed a really bad case of the Denials and refused to think I was actually sick.
I went to class one morning feeling utterly disgusting. I can remember sitting in class thinking that my head was going to explode. I considered calling in to work sick, but NO I was dedicated and I wasn’t really sick, so I was going in to work! I ran home after class to eat a bowl of chicken noodle with a side of medication and hauled my little tushy in to Lucca.
At some point in the afternoon I realized just how sick I was. I was shivering, my eyes wouldn’t focus, and I was having a hard time keeping my head from toppling off my neck. As I fought back tears I thought to myself, “just a few more hours and then someone will come in for their shift and you can go home. Just hold on for a few more hours.”
At that point I felt a cold sweat break out over my body and I couldn’t stand up any longer. I laid my head down on the cash register, thinking that I would rest for just a second, when I heard a hrrumph from the vicinity of the store floor. I raised my head about half an inch and blearily eyed the mom pants standing huffily in front of me. “I’m sure you’re super busy or SOMEthing but do you THINK you could get up and get me a dressing room, PUHlease?”
I hauled myself together, ever the customer service slave, and attempted to say “of course I can, I’m so sorry about that” but really all that came out was, “whimper whimper, I’m so sorry”.
I began walking blindly from the cash register to the dressing rooms with Huffy McMom Pants clacking away behind me when suddenly I just couldn’t do it. Little did I know that I was running a 100+ temp at this point; all I knew was that I had suddenly lost all control of my body parts and my mind was floating somewhere over the industrial lights. “Are you ALRIGHT?” screeched Huffers. I mumbled something along the lines of “I’m so sorry” and slowly began my Goliath impression, falling face first with a smack right onto the hard wood floors. I remember thinking, “where did the floor come from?” as Mommy Dearest screamed ” OH MY GOD SHE’S DEAD!” and ran out of the store.
My mind conveniently decided to return to it’s rightful place at this point, leaving me fully aware of the fact that I had just fainted in the MALL of all places and a wretched woman was screaming for a paramedic. I shakily pulled myself up onto my elbows and when I did, I noticed something lying on the floor by my hand. I picked it up and stared at it for a good 10 years before it finally clicked in my head that I wasn’t holding a piece of Chicklet gum; I was holding a rather large chunk of my front tooth. Yes, I now resembled Nanny Mcfee, and I was at the mall. My life was offically over.
I began trying to cry; I say trying because what came out of me was not sniffles and tears. No it was more like donkey dry heaves. There was no moisture involved, all of that was clogged behind the headache from hell. I just laid on the floor, making this horrible sobbing noise and cradling my poor broken tooth in my hands like it was a baby bird.
I felt a hand on my back; I looked up and realized that God hated me. Standing in front of me was the most beautiful Bay Watch of a paramedic I had ever seen in my life. Picture Brad Pitt carrying a heart monitor. I suddenly wished I could have knocked myself out again.
Paramedic Pitt began checking my pulse, asking me my name and where I lived and all the other questions you have to ask when you find a Goliath reenactment gone terribly wrong. But then things got even worse.
“Are you pregnant?” I just stared at him. My hazy sick/love/mortified induced brain was having a hard time keeping up. “Are you with CHILD?” Dude I know what prego means. “No I’m not”. “Could you be with child?” “um…no?” what does this have to do with anything Brad? If you want to know if I’m single just ask, don’t bring in the baby drama.
“I need you to give me honest answers ma’am” Paramedic Pitt said quite snippily. “If you have been participating in intercourse, you could be pregnant which could have caused you to faint.” You know when all of that blood left my head earlier? It all came rushing back at that point. Blush City. “Oh oh oh NO no no no no no, I’m not pregnant, I couldn’t be pregnant, I’m not…ya no, that, no I’m not…doing THAT.”
“Are you sure ma’am? Because if you’re lying you are only hurting yourself”. Suddenly Paramedic Pitt was getting on my ever lovin’ nerves. “No, I’m really NOT pregnant, I swear”. “Well do you eat?” Do I eat?! “Of course I eat, I love to eat?” “What have you ate today?” I just passed out and now you want me to recite my lunch choices? I’m weak. Literally and figuratively. “Um I had cereal this morning and then I had soup for lunch.”
“young lady that is not enough food, if you are trying to starve yourself you are going to end up dying, anorexia is a serious illness and you should not be treating yourself like this, you need to get help-”
“woah dude, I’m not ANOREXIC, I freaking love eating, food is great, I would have ate more except I think I’m sick, I’ve been sick for a few days!” lay off Paramedic Prick.
I got the beady eye for a few seconds before P.P laid his hand on my forehead and officially announced me sick. DER idiot.
At this point my sweet friend Taylor, who worked at Lucca with me, just happened to walk by on her way to return something to Sephora. She wasn’t scheduled to work but she volunteered to take my place so I could go home. We called my mom, since my legs still resembled The Little Mermaids (post sea legs). My mom picked me up and got me into the doctors office where we found out that I was running a dangerously high temperature with a severe case of Strep. I was also Anemic which, combined with the high temp, had caused me to pass out.
What was really lovely about this whole situation was that since I was running a fever, the dentist refused to see me until about 4 days later when I had been declared non toxic. So I walked about for 4 days with half a tooth, then two weeks after that with a temp tooth that looked yellow and was slightly longer than the rest of my teeth before they could get me a veneer in place. Needless to say, there was no smiling done in the month of January.
Probably one of the weirdest experiences of my life was being hyped up on cough medicine with my face numb from the dentist’s numbing gel. They drilled what was left of my natural tooth down into a stub to fit the temp over but before putting it in place the dim witted assistant asked if I wanted to see what it looked like. Somehow my hand extended itself and I found myself holding a mirror as it slowly made it’s way up to my face. “no, no no no no no,” my mind yelled at me but it was too late. I looked in the mirror and saw this horrible, puffy faced, drooling HICK with her front tooth missing and a tiny pencil eraser stub in it’s place. I think I made some sort of Frankenstein moan because the assistant quickly snatched the mirror from me and whipped the temp tooth into place before the histrionics could start.
Almost 5 years later I have a nicely proportioned and naturally colored veneer that you would never know was fake unless I decided to tell you. Or unless my sister called me Nanny McFee in front of you, as she so loves to do, and then I have to tell the whole story.