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Stripes: I Must Admit…

…I’ve been a bit busy this week. I promise things are slowing down and I should be back to a regular posting schedule this week. I’ve been trying to stockpile some pictures and get a little ahead which, ironically, has left me a little behind this week but fear not! I’ll be back in full force this week.

Back to the reason you likely read our blog: I have this little gem my sister’s boyfriend took of me while we were doing her senior pictures this weekend!

Skirt:Macys//Sweatshirt:Farmers Market

I think I’ve finally hit the pinnacle of Hipster…long bags, a-line skirt, playing a uke in an ally while  the sun’s setting behind me while I look dramatically off to the yonder. Yep, I’m pretty sure I’m quickly becoming Zooey Deschanel Jr. I’m also completely in love with it and I am ready to fully embrace all that is this part of my personality (so you should totally expect to be seeing more of this kind of thing because now that I have a big girl paycheck I can afford some rad new duds).

I guess all I have to say, hipsterness aside, is “to new beginnings, sunsets, and not taking life too seriously”. Happy Sunday friends!


Stripes: Ball Game

Alright, so I have a little (tmi-y) story for you guys. As you may have noticed (or not, because I don’t really notice it on people) I have long, kinda curly eyelashes. Now, I’m not trying to make you jealous and you’re going to see in just a second why you SO shouldn’t be jealous: I spent yesterday at the doctor’s getting an ingrown eyelash removed. Talk about traumatic. Seriously.

This is what my eye looks like post-scary doctor’s appointment…that red dot is a small scab where she managed to pry the lash out. 

And that’s why I don’t have an outfit post for you; I was busy having a nurse try and peel skin off my eyelid using a scary progression of tools sans numbing (they frown on numbing eyes, but I finally got some topical numbing cream to cut the pain before she brought out the big guns aka last tool). She started with tweezers…not too scary but then she realized (in what I really did consider a no duh moment) that there was skin over the eyelash and that just pulling at the lash wouldn’t get it out so she grabbed a needle. When that didn’t work she tried scissors (I seriously have no idea what she was doing with them but it was scary as heck when I briefly opened my eyes and watched her open them and say close your eyes) and then she finally numbed my eye and got the hair out using, what I later found out to be, the doctor equivalent of a box cutter. All I can say is I’m glad I had to keep my eyes closed and I am SOOOO happy the eyelash is out. And that ingrown eyelashes suck. A lot.

And this is one of the 60 silly pictures I took while trying to get a semi-decent picture of my wound. Despite being moderately traumatized by the whole removal process, I’m still my same old smily, silly self (who likes alliteration). 

Luckily, my night was filled with some family/chill time as we piled into the car and went to a local minor league baseball game. It was a pretty good game, no one scored until the 8th inning, there was gluten free beer, and a beautiful sunset. Can’t ask for much more than that.

Anyone else ever have an ingrown eyelash or know how to prevent it?! Seriously, I NEVER want to do this again!

Sequins: Maid of Honor Round One

Wow guys.  So I guess I didn’t expect to fall off the face of the blogging earth, but I guess that’s what happens when your sister gets married in Maui and you’re the Maid of Honor. Lots has been going down. Yesterday, though, was The Day and everything went off mostly without a hitch–unless, of course, you’re me. If you’re me, you’ll find yourself with hives covering your entire body from an allergic reaction to the sunscreen, a dress with a zipper that breaks and you have to be literally sewn into, and a couple other crises that I can’t remember. I was laughing with my dad about it at the ceremony. It was like all the bad luck that brides fear was flying at my sister, and I managed to jump in front of her every time. I’ll share more pictures later and go into more details later, but for now I’ll just say two things–I’m exhausted beyond belief, and the happy couple is definitely worth the effort.

These were our Getting Ready outfits. Hers was white, as is appropriate.

Technically, I gimp’d this photo, but it was to make my camera more accurately reflect what we were looking at during the beginning of the reception. And yes, the happy newlyweds were on the beach with their photographer during the sunset.