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The lucky one

27 Jan

This, my friends, is my lucky dress.

There’s nothing particularly special about it, besides the fact that I wore it on the first day of school this year.

The first day of school was also the same day my 5th graders walked in my meticulously decorated room, sat down in their assigned seats, and hardly whispered a single word to one another, let alone me.  Awkward doesn’t even begin to describe the initial interactions those first few days of school.

Let’s fast forward 5 months, okay?  Now, I can’t get those stinkers to stop talking for TWO SECONDS.  And, I’ve become that teacher.  You know, the one that kids can get to go down rabbit trails if they ask juuuust the right question.

Not to mention that we have approximately 1,768 ridiculous inside jokes.

So anyway, this is my lucky dress.  Because I’m pretty convinced it started me off on, quite possibly, the best (and craziest) year of my life.

Initial awkwardness included.

{golden sweater: Target} {striped dress: Francesca’s}  {mint green tights: American Apparel} {multi-colored leather woven belt: thrifted} {golden wedges: Target} {green shell earrings: F21} {rose gold watch: Michael Kors}  {heart pendant: Urban Outfitters}

See these pieces restyled here (click photo to see post):



Old standby, new favorite

11 Jan

The last two years of my college career, I lived sans-T.V.  I thought instead of wasting my life, I’d fill all those hours living the college dream, building relationships, and focusing on living my life.

Instead, I filled the void by watching YouTube for countless hours on end.  Fail!

Even now though, I’d prefer to read a good book or peruse my blogroll, instead of siting on my booty in front of the tube.

But every few months, on the dot, my brother will tirelessly attempt to talk me into watching some new T.V. show.  Usually Chris’ shows are historical in nature or just really, really weird.  If there’s the lure of good food, however, he knows I will watch just about anything.

Knowing that carbs win me over, a few months ago, Chris cooked me a delicious dinner of homemade tomato soup with garlicky, cheesy bread.  As per usual, with full belly I was willing to be at his mercy for the entertainment of the evening.  He started showing me this odd little show based on the city of Portland.  As I watched episode after episode, I started labeling the show’s obnoxiously caricatured characters with equally obnoxiously caricatured people I know in my life!

Portlandia is such a weird, weird show, but it’s so dang well written, well acted, and perfectly executed, I’m pimping it on my blog.

Here’s my one request: stop your studying, your lesson planning, your procrastinating, or your general internet time wasting, and head on over to YouTube.  Google Portlandia clips (specifically this one, this one, and this one.  This one too!), and never look back.

I think you’ll fall for it, just like I did.  And I won’t even have to seduce you with tomato soup and cheesy bread.

{patterned top: Pac Sun} {suede purple pencil skirt: thrifted}  {beaded leather belt: thrifted} {golden wedges: target} {light brown tights: Target}  {rose gold watch: Michael Kors} {wooden bangle: vintage, gift from gran} {earrings; Claire’s}

See these pieces restyled here (click photo to see post):


Inspiration: Miami Vice

2 Jan

I’m gonna go ahead and kick off the year with probably one of my favorite outfits I’ve ever worn.

You see this Miami Vice blazer?  One night, after dropping off my lil’ car to get some painfully pricey repairs, I was needing a little bit of retail therapy to ease the financial blow.  I realize how monetarily counter-productive this sounds, okay?

So, as I was digging through the shelves and rolling racks, trying to ignore the hundreds I’d be shelling out in just a few moments, I found this gem of a blazer.  My eyes began to widen with the endless styling possibilities, but with a high price tag, I reluctantly put it back on the rack.  $12.99 for a blazer?!  Even I have my limits.

I continued to peruse the aisles one final time.  As I walked to the fitting room, the blazer again caught my eye, and I impulsively added it to the growing pile of fabric in my hands.

Vintage sweater, after blazer, after pencil skirt, after kitten heel were fitting with utmost perfection, and this blazer somehow, even with it’s bank-breaking price tag, made the cut.

I edited out one or two pieces to help ease the pain of the over-prices blazer,  and approached the fellow ginger working the register.  He began to read the prices of my items aloud, following with a hushed, “you gotta be kiddin’ me!”.  Next thing I know, my $4.99 heels rang up two-something; my sweaters were all 50% off.  And the blazer?  It was miraculously $6.99.

Two bags of clothes for under $20, and endless Miami Vice moments?


{black denim: H & M} {black tank and shirt: F21} {blazer: Evan Piccone, vintage}  {red suede wedges: Target} {rose gold watch: Michael Kors} {fish necklace: F21} {sunglasses: Icing} {skinny belt: gift} {rings: family heirlooms}

See these pieces restyled here (click photo to see post):



26 Dec

I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday, and maybe even a few of you had a white Christmas!  My Christmas (well, every Christmas, really) was a smidge odd and special in its own way.

You see, it’s probably the last Christmas that my bro and I were going to spend under the same roof and  the final time he would come barreling in my room, opera singing, “IT’S CHRISTMAS MORRRRNING” at the tip-top of his lungs.  And it’s probably the last time I will have woken up in my childhood bedroom and waltzed half awake down the hall, to a pile of beautifully hand-wrapped gifts.  And finally, it’s the last Christmas before my bro gets all matrimonial and grown up, and I move on to my own humble abode.

Of course I’m still spending next Christmas (and hopefully every thereafter) with my family, but it will just be different and kinda adult.  I mean, Chris and I will still argue over petty crap, crack immature jokes, and watch the same Christmas classics on repeat.  Okay, okay, it’ll be adult-ish.

[I had to.  That watch has been in my dreams for months and months, and it became mine at 60% off. AGH!]

{jeggings: Target} {plaid button up: Old Navy} {golden cardigan: Target} {brown belt: thrifted}  {leopard wedges: Target} {Wooden bracelets: vintage, gift from gran}  {Michael Kors watch: MK }

See these pieces restyled here:


Very Superstitious

12 Dec

Once I dated a guy who said, “I make my own luck!”, to which I responded, “Oh, really?  I rely on lucky pennies.”

Okay, I didn’t really say that, but I thought he sounded kind of pretentious, let’s get real.  I mean, the whole notion of luck is that something is completely out of your control, right?

So, after I shared my weird superstition about the locket last week, it got me thinking.  How superstitious is the average person?

Take my pal, Jeff, for example.  He once told me, “K, I think we’ve met in our astral planes, two souls who were  connected at another time, destined to be together again.”  Aw, what a sweet notion that I don’t believe for two seconds (Love you, Jeff)!

And my gal pal Taylor?  She has an entire astrology/relationship book memorized, cover to cover.  So when I meet someone new, you know who’s on my speed dial.

I’m not sure when I became such a superstitious person.  I mean, I think aliens are bogus, try not to laugh out loud at conspiracy theories, and was raised in a astrology averse home.

All I know is, now, I have a mound of lucky pennies piling up on my desk, an open window of astrology.com, a giant dream catcher over my bed, and a pot of love potion brewing in my kitchen.

So, I’d say I’m pretty superstitiously average.

{black ruffled tank: some boutique in Kansas City}  {high-waisted denim: F21} {rust sweater: Old Navy} {leopard wedges: Target} {gold skinny belt: thrifted} {white watch: Kohl’s} {ring: gift}

It’s beginning to look a lot like…

3 Dec

When my brother and I were about ten and eight-years-old, respectively, we were complete weirdos.

We had our own language, approximately a million and one ridiculous inside jokes, and played countless imaginary games that kids play together.

One Christmas, our grandparents from Arkansas came to visit, bringing their deep southern accents and well-mannered ways with them.  Us being kids, we gave no thought to acting any differently in front of anyone else, I mean, we were kids!

So, while my grandparent’s were in the living room, leisurely sipping their coffee that Christmas morning, my brother and I got a terrible case of the giggles.  You see, we made up this game where, while sitting down, we would take turns sticking our legs straight up in the air, and we would laugh until we cried.

This game went on for minutes, hours!  Or Probably until one of them got annoyed with our raucous behavior.  God bless my parents and family, for putting up with Chris’ and my shenanigans for 25+ years.

I can only hope my future children have just as many weird and bizarre behaviors as I once did (and do!).  It makes life all the more fun.

{4-way animal print tank: thrifted}  {purple sueded leather skirt: thrifted} {turquoise cardigan: Old Navy} {chocolate brown tights: Target} {golden wedges: Target} {golden skinny belt: thrifted} {Aztec earrings: Forever 21}

“I’m not pregnant!”

28 Nov

A few months back, I told my students I had a surprise for them.  To my shock and dismay, one of them piped up, “Miss B, you’re pregnant?!”.  The first time it happened, I was borderline insulted.  I immediately scanned my stomach, searching for signs of fetal life.  But alas, my students were just being silly.

Or so I thought.

You see, it seems as though darn near every time I tell my students I have a surprise, one of them shouts out, “You’re pregnant, aren’t you!! I KNEW it!!”.

So, I’ve decided before I become truly pregnant some day (very far away), I’m sporting all the high-waisted pants I possibly can.

Besides, don’t they know I have to be married to get pregnant?  Silly kids…

Details:: striped top {Target}; denim high-waisted pants {F21};  red suede wedges {Target}; pearl drop earrings {gift}; rings {gifts}; vintage wooden bracelets {gift from gran}