Kenny Rogers, anyone?

I probably couldn't have chosen a less appropriate song for a post about a wedding and seeing my fella, but here we are. You may rest easy knowing that it was chosen solely for its genre and legacy and not because I too, am dating a war-torn soldier threatening to shoot me should I venture to turn tricks whilst still engaged.

Moving on..

I traveled south this weekend for an old friend's wedding, which happened to be conveniently located just a few blocks from a particularly handsome fellow I know. As such, it goes without saying that in the course of the last 72 hours I have managed to thoroughly enjoy myself; familiar faces, libations, and great music make for a decidedly good trip, it seems. 

The video above is an excerpt from my ride back home, today. Specifically, it's the perfect rhythm and pitch version of my loud, off-key, making-up-some-of-the-words-as-I-go-along attempt so many fortunate drivers were privy to this afternoon... Luckily?, I hail from an area where the affinity for noisy trucks is somehow made less annoying by the actual purchase of one and where more folks then otherwise both know who Kenny Rogers is as well as the song in question, so I'm sure few people judged harshly or more likely never even heard the horror sounding fluidly from my open windows. Alright, I think I've sufficiently convinced myself... ANYWAY- Maybe it was the music or the landscape or the plethora of florals and the chambray that put the thought in my head, but in any case I can't help but notice that I seemingly paid homage to my roots all weekend long...    

BEW

A casual spring wedding:

This is before I realized how wrinkled my skirt was from packing..
skirt c/o ASOS, tank c/o Old Navy,
samurai belt c/o Local Boutique, crazy hair c/o Humidity/Bad Luck 

Making sure the wrinkles are consistent...?

Closer view of one of my seven pair of green shoes, amongst other things..
bag Melie Bianco c/o LuLu's, shoes BCBG c/o thrift shop
opal ring Family Heirloom c/o my momma

For dinner and drinks:

"Ah, yes. Just what I though I'd find- shoes."
shirt c/o Old Navy, skirt c/o Urban Outfitters
sandals Chinese Laundry s/h DSW

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

What? It's not like you needed to see the top of my head...

Yeah, yeahhh. I know I'm a few days behind but let's be real- you're probably just now recovering, anyway..


Similar to previous years, this St. Pat's I found myself asking a few, very important questions:

• First, how does a woman own no less than seven pair of green shoes- flats, heels, and pumps included- yet not a single green top?   
• Second, just how much green food coloring can one ingest before it's deemed a health hazard?
• And a third, but most imperative inquiry, where the gold at? 

In a very typical, last minute attempt to rectify my first point-- or more accurately, to avoid drunk fools pinching me-- I sauntered off to the town square (not a joke) in hopes of finding something, namely anything, green to wear. After exhausting what seemed to be all of my options, my eyes delighted themselves with this adorably pleated, strapless number. Now, usually I try to avoid clothing that may allow the girls any opportunity to make an entrance, but with no other choices at my disposal I took a chance and I think it turned out pretty well. In any case, I managed to keep my dignity and share a fantastic evening with friends! Here's hoping you all did the same!  

BEW 

Shopping ensemble 

top c/o Free People, jean cutoffs c/o American Eagle, Bag Melie Bianco c/o LuLu's

flats c/o Urban Outfitters, necklace c/o Dogeared

and its not -so-practical alternative.

clutch c/o America's Thrift ($0.50, baby!), t-straps Bamboo c/o local boutique, 

funny leg c/o super awesome modelin' skillz

I'm not joking. You have no business looking at the top of my head. Seriously, stop trying...Creep.

pleated top c/o Miss Behavin (I had nothing to do with this name), jeans J Brand, pumps c/o  DSW

necklace c/o America's Thrift, clutch c/o I sincerely have no idea

*Bear with me-I promise to get better with the camera. Fotoz is hard.*

Guest Room (loosely)

I figure the best way to introduce myself is to show you my guest room.. er well, closet. I am afraid it's probably as ridiculous as that sounds. But really? Who likes overnight guests, anyway? Friends, family? No way! That's what email forwards and awkward phone calls are for. Nope, it's just me and Ladypup here- a couple of bitches (read: genteel, southern women) livin' large and hangin' loose (1)... Look, to my credit, Oxford has some really lovely motels (2).

Anyway, take a look around and let me know what you think!

BEW

(1)this is largely untrue.

(2)this is entirely untrue.

A sentiment I clearly take a little more seriously than the average Jane.

BAGCEPTION

I think this is way funnier than you do.

carpet bag c/o ASOS

My Grampy's footstool

leopard loafers c/o LuLu's

All of my favorite things...

Insert clever yet mildly prophetic title....

So, I'm new to the game but in an effort to maintain full disclosure I feel I should start off with some sort of purpose: I'm a 22 year-old, native Mississippian living in Brooklyn for the duration of my summer and I'm here to write about my life.

Thrilling introduction, isn't it? Well, I imagine the story will unfold in much the same way but I, like you, am here to claim my tiny section of this world wide hub and I have no intention of returning it unstained. In a virtual web of clicks and "instant" everything, my endeavor is simply to leave this page tattered and ink-soaked like a well-weathered paperback ... So, excuse the absurdities and inevitable ramblings if you will, they're only my notes in the margins...

BEW (circa June 2010)

.... here's where the record skips.

If you can't tell, I used to take this WAY more seriously. Youth, big ol' dreams and an affinity for trying to sound cooler than you are will do that to you. Real talk- that shit is exhausting. Clearly-I got two posts deep and gave up on the endeavor entirely. Well, I've returned with no such ceremonious introduction to hopefully avoid where I left off and begin anew.

See, the truth is, I'm bored. Really, REALLY (read: REALLY) bored. I'm no longer summering in Brooklyn, or anywhere for that matter. Nay, I'm even post Christmas breaks, Spring breaks, Fall breaks, etc. and (s)trapped right in the middle of young adulthood with personal time off, sick days, and emergency leave, instead. Now, let's be clear- it doesn't suck. In fact, it's wonderful! I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss school, or told you that I'm perfectly content with where I am, but who doesn't and who is? Further, this isn't a diary so I'll leave the introspection for when I'm hypothetically gurgling bottles of wine by myself in my dimly lit apartment while spending an afternoon with my own tears and the Lifetime Movie Network. Cool? Cool. In most respects I'm pretty damn happy. No cause for complaints. Excepting one instance in particular (aside from taxes) - I've no venue to show off my digs!

By nature of my job, I can either work from home, which usually entails boxer shorts and crumb strewn t-shirts big enough to fit me and my refrigerator, along with its individual contents (I'm nothing if not strategic) or from my sister's office where the dress code isn't exactly business professional... or business casual... or even business related. But despite appearances, my work affords me a wardrobe I've grown pretty proud of even if I'm not prone to utilize its contents, save for special occasions and funerals (how exciting).

Am I passionate about fashion? Maybe. But more then that, I'm probably just vain as hell. Of course, I did convert my guest room into a closet so that has to show for something, right?

But first thing's first- this is not a fashion blog. I read a lot of those and I don't want to give the impression that I know more then I do. Also, I dig new trends, I'm down with forward thinking and progressive ideas, the emergence of street style, etc., but mainly I just stick to what looks good on me ::begin rant::which is something I wish more folks did. Seriously. Some of that shit is just plain silly looking-Dr. Martins with shapeless, floral dresses wasn't attractive in 1993, a fact that remains the same today. I'm not judging you, we all are::end rant:: Because I'm curvy and nearer to five feet tall then I'd really care to admit, this typically means I stick with classic silhouettes. So, I may not be original or inspiring but I am a tough shape to work with, which means I do have to be creative sometimes. That same creativity extends to my pocketbook as well. I'm not poor per se, but I'm not, not poor, either. If that makes any sense? Put it this way- if DSW, Forever21, Urban Outfitters, and ASOS had frequent reader cards I'd be a carrying member. The good news is I'm constantly searching for new sites, stores, thrift shops, and the like to save a few pennies and gain a little more variety. Since I fully intend to reference those locations on posts, if nothing else I hope maybe you'll at least see something you hadn't before.

Lengthy prefaces aside, this doll just wants to play dress-up...

BEW