Did you see my girl Kenny on Easter? The church crop top really has people clutching their pearls. Along the same lines, you should've seen the look on my aunt's face when I waltzed in wearing distressed denim. I loved this outfit, though. Sorry for the derp smile, Darius gives me about ten seconds before he's over taking a blahg picture.
ten mile proclivity
Monday, April 6, 2015
Thursday, February 12, 2015
grey goose
Tell me I'm not the only desperate 27-year-old woman headed to see Fifty Shades of Grey Friday night, right? Right? Meredith and I are planning on it being the worst, let's hope we're surprised. Anyway, I've been wearing lots of grey this week without even knowing it. I also opted for no tights and was practically an ice cube by the end of the day. That'll learn me (probably not).
cardigan: nordstrom collection | skirt: h+m | navy wedges: tory burch 'sally'
Please excuse the heinous lighting/quality... you'll laugh at my next post as I tried to improve the lighting and ended up yelling at my boyfriend, which he caught on camera, of course.
Friday, February 6, 2015
you're still my only one
Loss is not for the weak. I'll admit, part of my personality is to play the damsel-in-distress type, to act like I really literally can't even, and when it comes down to it, I often surprise myself with how strong I can be. However, losing a parent is something I was not prepared for in the least. To make the situation exceptionally difficult, mountains, literally and figuratively, kept us apart most of my life. But once I knew my biological father, it was like I found a piece of me. I was never one to feel sorry for myself about not knowing him my entire life, I just moved right through, trying to not let the what-ifs get in my way and be thankful for the hand I was dealt. When I met him in my early twenties though, I wasn't prepared for how, for the first time, I felt like I was truly known by someone. He had my wit, penchant for sarcasm, and most of all, a really big heart. It was like we'd never been apart. He was everything to me.
The rate at which cancer can tear through a body is horrific. I Skyped one last time with him on Sunday, and he was gone on Wednesday. My plane ticket had been booked for Thursday. Now, the what-ifs are getting me down. I am still thankful for my last week spent in the mountains that surrounded him, and the Michigan sun rises that greeted me when I came home. I know it's him trying to heal my broken heart. I love you, dad. To the moon and back, as we used to say.
As I lay me down to sleep
I hear her speak to me
Hello 'Mari, how ya doin'?
I think the storm ran out of rain, the clouds are movin'
I know you're happy, cause I can see it
So tell the voice inside ya head to believe it
I talked to God about you, he said he sent you an angel
And look at all that he gave you
You asked for one and you got two
You know I never left you
Cause every road that leads to heaven's right inside you
So I can say
Hello my only one, just like the mornin' sun
You'll keep on risin' 'til the sky knows your name
Hello my only one, remember who you are
No you're not perfect but you're not your mistakes
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Oh the good outweighs the bad even on your worst day
Remember how I'd say
Hey hey one day, you'll be the man you always knew you could be
And if you knew how proud I was
You'd never shed a tear, have a fear, no you wouldn't do that
And though I didn't pick the day to turn the page
I know it's not the end every time I see her face, and I hear you say
Hello my only one, remember who you are
You got the world cause you got love in your hands
And you're still my chosen one
So can you understand? One day you'll understand
So hear me out, hear me out
I won't go, I won't go
No goodbyes, no goodbyes
Just hello, just hello
And when you cry, I will cry
And when you smile, I will smile
And next time when I look in your eyes
We'll have wings and we'll fly
Hello my only one, just like the mornin' sun
You'll keep on risin' 'til the sky knows your name
And you're still my chosen one, remember who you are
No you're not perfect but you're not your mistakes
Kanye West "Only One"
Friday, December 19, 2014
Friday, December 12, 2014
we need a little christmas
dress: eliza j | heels: christian louboutin
My work's client appreciation party is the event that takes years off of my life as I spend the three months prior obsessing about name tag fonts, flowers, and wondering if people really like prosciutto enough to eat it off a skewer. Thankfully, as far as dressing, my best friend came to the rescue and loaned me this too-perfect-for-words sweater dress. My hair covered the best feature on the dress, the bow, but these things do happen. Also, shout out to the floral bathroom in the Amway for having the best damn mirrors.
Monday, November 10, 2014
lately
I am totally bugging out about how quickly Christmas is approaching. My grandmother passed away on Thanksgiving when I was a teenager, so I tend to always skip right over that holiday. I've been listening to Christmas tunes, and I'm putting up decorations this weekend.
With the time change it's dark when I leave for work and even darker when I return, so I'm opting to share a few quick snaps of outfits from last week. I promise to supply a worthy post soon!
I wore the cutest Lacoste dress known to man last week Monday. Although I'm hyped for winter, I'm still desperately holding onto summer and really did look like an idiot headed for the tennis court. Still, navy? stripes? I'm into it no matter the season.
I hope you'll appreciate this cubicle selfie. I wore this knowing I'd be going from work to dinner for my best friend's birthday. This wrap skirt was a TJ's score and is incredibly cozy.
Here's Friday night and what my famed dressing room usually looks like. In my defense, my house is under construction at the moment, so I have a lot of things from the living room here. Anyway, I tried desperately to not look like a soccer mom, and I'm wearing that sweater from a few posts ago, Hudson jeans, and really slutty boots. I was also so excited that my grandmother's wedding band finally fits my hand; I'm never taking it off.
Thursday, November 6, 2014
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