Category Archives: Personal

(Jacket: HandMeDown  Necklace: Cookie Lee  Shirt: Plato’s Closet  Skirt: Goodwill  Boots: Thrifted)

I am not sure if the iPhone is the greatest thing that has ever happened to me or the worst. I love it for the ability to find out info whenever I need to (How did we find things out before Google?!), keep track of the normal daily events in my life through pictures and keep an extremely organized life with the awesome calendar. But I find that it is attached to my hip. I need to stop myself from checking my email twenty times or playing a game WHILE I watch a movie. Multi- tasking is wonderful and all, but I think I’ve reached the point where I might need an intervention.

(Necklace: jane.com  Shirt: Target  Dress: Clothing Exchange  Shoes: HandMeDown)

Here’s my embarrassing secret…I looooooooove getting the mail every day. You should see the depressive state that ensues on Sunday when I remember that no mail will be coming. It is such a silly little joy in my day that I can’t wait to see the surprise that will be put in my mailbox every afternoon. Sadly though it doesn’t happen until the end of the day. In fact, as I write this, I am sitting here rather pathetically at 6pm, waiting until the mailman arrives. Why does he have to get here so late? I wonder if I made an anonymous tip they would move his schedule/routine to cover my street first. Heehee. Speaking of mail, have you ever heard of Birchbox? I just signed up this past month and got my first box of goodies a couple weeks ago. Only $10 a month. So fabulous.

(Earrings: Target  Jacket: Thrifted  Dress: Clothing Exchange  Heels: HandMeDown)

Here’s a fun activity for you.

Tell someone you wrote a poem for them and then say the lyrics of a song to them as if you wrote an incredibly original poem just for them.

For example, here’s a “poem” I wrote for you:

“And the sun is shinin’
This road keeps windin’
Through the prettiest country
From Georgia to Tennessee
And I got the one I love beside me
My troubles behind me
I’m alive and I’m free
Who wouldn’t wanna be me”

Aren’t I such a poet? 😉

(I’d like to thank Keith Urban for those lyrics.)

Do you have a poem for me?