Category Archives: Life Changes

All Good Things

“…must come to an end,” Marci wrote with a nostalgic sigh. Kels interrupted her reverie. “I’m writing this too, you know. Just in bold.”

Over a year and a half ago, when Kels turned the ripe old age of 22, we went out for her birthday. We went with some of her guy friends and I brought my camera. We’d been going a bit crazy together on Pinterest and were stalking different fashion blogs. As a joke, we made the guys take our pictures of us doing those classic, horrible, overdone fashion blog poses. Here’s a quick summary of those never-before-seen photos….

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What started as an inside joke turned into an actual, real, non-ironic (mostly) blog. It was a ton of fun for us to plan our weekday lunch get togethers, walk  around our small town, explore the back alleys and their colorful walls, and just have a fun hobby of an excuse for us to hang out on a regular basis. Whatever plans we had for when we moved apart have quickly been rewritten by real life, though. It turns out, being a young 20-something in the real world is kind of exhausting and a tiny bit boring (when it comes to fashion anyways).

Kelse & Marci HeartWe got together today with our boys, and with another couple who’s staying with us (Marci & David) to go ice skating. We had a ball and it was a ton of fun to get together. I was super stoked on getting to dress up in color and show off my sparkly tights (which promptly ripped when I tried to tug them up). We had a whole fun post about it planned but what actually came out of our mouths was a lot more blunt and very different.

“I think the Moose has run its course, don’t you?”

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Don’t get us wrong–we’ll always love dressing up and taking photos of each other, because we’ve been morphed into that kind of awesome narcissist. I know I’ll always be grateful that I learned how to tie a skinny belt, and I’m glad I’ve learned to mix patterns, styles, and colors. But it’s time to accept that we’re in a different season, one where fashion blogging doesn’t fit into either of our lives. We’ll probably also always love taking ridiculous, mocking photos of fashion bloggers, because why not? 

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We just won’t be posting them on the internet for the whole world to see. Unless I put a peek up on my other blog, which will continue to be manned, LikeASmallFireBut when it comes to fashion blogging? The daily grind of designing amazing outfits and sharing them with the world? Yeah…its run it’s course. As sad as we are, we’ve realized that working full time jobs as young 20 somethings with various other things going on in our lives does not leave us enough time to do Moose justice. 

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Like Marci said, you can still read about her adventures on her personal blog, and I’ve long been toying with the idea of a food allergy/adventure/lifestyle blog when I have time to write again (aka after I’m done with my paralegal certificate). I’ll be sure to post here and on Marci’s blog when/if I’m able to get my project off the ground. 

And with that, we say good-bye. It is time to embrace the new season, accept life as it is not how we thought it would be, and move forward with exciting new projects, trials, and adventures. We wish you the best and thank you so much for reading Moose!

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Six Out of Seven

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I always laugh, in a slightly rude, smirking way, when bloggers talk about seasons. You know, like, “I’m in a season of my life where X_____”. It’s a phrase I just can’t take seriously. I mean, I get it though. Life changes and shifts and some segments of it are vastly different from others. I think it’s always the seriousness with which they approach the discussion of their season. I even feel serious starting this talk, although I’m laughing at myself at the same time.

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Right now I work six days out of the week. It’s good, and I’m living the life I wanted to when I quit my previous job and moved with David. My schedule, as daily as it is, builds in time for my art and writing. I’m getting more and more hands on with my life, which I really enjoy.

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Sweater: Target | Shirt: Fred Meyers | Tank: F21 | Pants: Kohls | Shoes: Thrifted | Scarf: Paris

None of this, to be clear, is a complaint. I’m not complaining–I’m really happy with how things are sorting themselves out. The only reason I bring it up is that I work six out of seven days of the week. Which means I’m dressed, more or less, in black and white for all but one day. It doesn’t make for very interesting fashion blog fodder and I’m not someone who just dresses up in an outfit for the sake of the blog. It’s always been about showing you guys what I wear, but now that’s about to get a lot more 1) boring and more importantly, 2) redundant.

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Can You Hear the Crickets Chirping?

I’m sure you guys have noticed the blog has been a bit slower than usual this week. I meant to post something in the beginning, but I didn’t have the time (the ones you saw were scheduled well in advance).

Truth is, I’m not even that busy most of the time. I am, however, in the middle of moving. David and I are finally in our own place, albeit with a lot of love and support from family. It feels really nice to be in our own space, although I’m definitely grateful to the family members who hosted us for September. No, the reason there’s been no blogging is simple–there’s been no internet.

No internet.

It’s silly how crippling that can feel. I’m the girl who refused to have internet the entire time I was living alone–several years. I mean, I figured if I needed something bad enough I’d head to campus or a coffee shop. I could do a similar thing now, except my knee is still bad. Not as bad, but still requiring crutches for distances further than the stretch of our apartment.

Moving, no internet, and a bad knee. That, my friends, is why I’m quiet. I’ll be making noise soon, though. David ordered internet and they’re shipping the appropriate tubes to us as we speak.

 

Three years ago today

This isn’t really going to be an outfit post, you guys. Sorry. But there are some snazzy outfits in it! The thing is, three years ago* I met an amazing guy. His name is David, although up until recently you’ve known him as Monsieur. And he’s a guy who’s kind of worthy of a blog post. We’re celebrating our two year anniversary today*, and while it isn’t the most elaborate celebration you’ll ever hear of, it’s still a special one.

“Sometimes you have to fall apart before you can fall back together.”

When I first saw that quote on Pinterest, I  rolled my eyes pretty hard. I’m the type of girl who thinks “Jeez, enough is enough. You break up, you move on”. So when David and I broke in October 2010, I figured it was over. Which sucked, but I knew we’d live. We’d heal, and we’d be friends .

Clearly it’s not the case, and it took us slightly less than a year to figure that out. When we got back together we made a strong commitment to each other. We knew that if we decided to give it another shot, we knew we needed to be in it for all of the cards.

The past year has been a rough one for non-romantic reasons, and I’m just really glad that David has been there for its entirety. He makes me laugh when I’m grumpy, he’s calm when I’m spiraling into crazy land, and he’s patient. Dear god is he patient. And he’s all mine!

These photos are from the last of the three weddings. My dress is F21 and his suit is a rental.

*Well, technically, yesterday, but we celebrate it on the 20th so who knows when…
** See the above footnote

Sequins: My New Life

My new life has a very beautiful, albeit unfinished, backyard. My new life has some new chores, like watering. It has a near-instant walk to a beautiful lake, and it has new habits like running around said lake. It also has an old haircut that needs a little revitalized.

The hair is in one of it’s ever-cycling Straight Phases, and it’s beginning to look like half a helmet. Thoughts for how to fix? I was thinking about building some layers into the side near the shave part. I was also thinking about the best way to start growing out the rest of it. Monsieur and I were going through some old photos and I heard “You had such cute hair!” more than a couple times. He assured me he likes me current ‘do, but still. It’s true. I had really cute hair. I’m torn between how much I love the photos of my old hair and how much I love the feel of my current. The look, though, is shaggy. Soooo pretty please fill in some comments if you’re so incline.

Do you like my new photo buddy? His name escapes me at the moment, but my dad and I share a love for gargoyles. Perhaps it’s genetic. I have one who’s living in a box with the gnome who used to hold my keys for me, and I know they’re itching to escape and go one with their lives. They live near a gold triceratops as well, and the three are just the best of buds.

It’s in writing this that I realize I never shared pictures of my old apartment on the blog. Trust me–it was full of whimsy, silly crafts, and tiny creatures full of personality.

Dress (worn as a shirt) & Skirt: Thrifted, Shoes: Modcloth

No animal or creature, though, has enough personality to rival that contained within this skirt. Nice segue, eh? Eh? Seriously, though, this skirt is just hilarious and awesome and cool all wrapped up in one neat line of fabric. I can’t come up with much more beyond basic filler, but my head is in the clouds. Or in my to-do list, which is equally lofty. I promise fun things soon, not excluding a complete revamping of my other blog (which has currently been left to die a sad, unloved halfdeath in blogging purgatory).

Sequins: A Teensy Break

So I think when I’ve forgotten two posts within one week, it’s time to admit that I’m stretched a wee bit too thin. Don’t worry, though, guys, Stripes and I talked it out–she’s going to cover my back until I’m settled in my new home, which should be hopefully next week. And then I’ll be back to talk about the awesomeness that was my sister’s bridal shower. Trust me–there will be awesomeness. Stripes & I might have had a ridiculous amount of fun with the photo booth! For now, though, know that I’ll miss you guys and also I figured out how to style a skirt that I’d been feeling weird about. It’s the little things that keep me happy.

Both the skirt and the sweater are the oddballs in my closet. Do you guys have articles like that? Like, I really like them and want to keep them, but every time I feel like I’ve got an outfit figured out, it somehow doesn’t work. Except for this one…. (I hope!)

This is exciting. Not quite as exciting as moving my entire life to Seattle, where I’ll be near family, my best friend from high school and her awesome boyfriend, nearer to Stripes, and Plaid will be a stone’s throw away.  Honestly, the only crummy part is leaving Lace and her soon-to-be Husband behind. So it’s a good thing I know her and I will always be good about Girl’s Nights, and her future husband is besties with Monsieur as well.

The not-so-exciting part? Packing. Ugh. I mean, Plaid is pretty frickin’ fabulous and helping us, but still. It’s crummy. Thank goodness for good friends. Oh also? Thank goodness for cotton candy machines. Especially at bridal showers.

Whoa, that was random. Why was that so random?

This is what jolly ranchers look like after being used in a cotton candy machine. It’s pulverized sugar crystals.

And since I like being nice, if you entered a comment, then email me your address and I’ll send you a handmade card. But not until after I’m done with my move….

See y’all in a week!

(Or so)

Sequins: Did I mention my sister got married?

Because in case you haven’t heard–my sister got married. To her best friend. A guy she’s known for over half of her life. He’s kind of awesome. Like, in a I’ve-considered-him-my-older-brother-since-I-was-ten-kind of way. Anyway, to wrap things up, I got permission from my sister to share some of their professional photos she received in a sneak peak. Woot!

Oh and if further proof that my speech was amazing and hilarious was needed…

Some of my favorite peeps, right there. And thus endeth the wedding photos!

Oh and because this is, technically, a fashion blog? I found my Maid of Honor dress in a thrift store for ten dollars. I never remember the designer, but it’s a semi-fancy one, so a fun find. It was originally white, and I dyed it using a combination of purple and pink dyes.