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A Life Update Of Sorts

In the past 2 weeks, I’ve worn out the soles of my shoes in Houston, Kansas City, Chicago, Nashville, Austin and all the skies and highways in between. I’m surviving on miracles, delayed flights, text messages, and strong coffee here.

Lately, my life has looked like a lot like this, according to instagram:

(I also recommend expanding your browser window to view them!)

In classic Lion-Haired Girl style, I’ve tried to write this post for about a month and I’ve come up with nothing or put it off til the next day, and now, here I am at the last minute, typing when my to-do list is 70 miles long.

I always feel strange writing all about myself here. I mean, I know that sounds totally contradictory in the fact that this is, by nature, a ‘personal’ blog, but sometimes the stuff closest to me is the hardest to speak about, and also, not what I think would be entertaining. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I am so flattered and thankful and say God bless all of yall for reading my words, but it’s so hard for me to think of this as a “day-to-day-in-my-crazy-journey” lifestyle blog, because frankly, my life isn’t always so insaaane, you know? I like to write about all sorts of things and topics and thoughts, and usually they are not what is happening to me in the daily.

I mean, I never want to get to the point where I’m writing consistent entries that say, “Today I ate a bagel and it was really good.” (Even if the bagel was really good!)

Does this post have a point?

I’m going to Arizona on Friday. Why did I wait til the 5th paragraph to mention this? I love a good introduction. But seriously, when I say that I’m going there, I mean that I’m moving there…for two months. Do I know what I’m doing while there? Yes, and I’m slowly wrapping my head around it. Do I know much else? Not really.

I’ve been saying with confidence that I have wanted adventure and travel for years now, and very desperately since graduating almost 5 months ago and feeling trapped. I’ve had this feeling from the tip of my pedicured toes to the top of my big hair that I just want to GO and SEE and EXPLORE places beyond my usual radius, and now, in a small way, it’s happening!

The thing about wanting something so very bad is, you should kinda be prepared to know what to do if you actually do, in fact, get it.

Of course, for me, when anything major like this happens, it means anxiety and doubt and self-denial and panic mode and not remembering how to pack a suitcase, so there’s that. But honestly, that’s always worth the risk, and I’ve been known to get anxiety simply when the Apple rainbow spinning ball appears on my computer screen, so maybe I am a little over-anxious in the first place.

But I think it’s going to be a good two months. No, I know it’s going to be good. I’ll be teaching kids at a camp how to make iPhone and iPad games in a whole different timezone and even though it’s not like I’m going to live in a tent in the African Sahara or in a hand-built hammock in a New Zealand forest, the smallest little sense of adventure that accompanies me to this summer job away from my usual routine is so welcome.

So, anyone have any tips for packing your life away? Does a big Texas flag double as a bed comforter? Should I take any precautions for living in the desert?

And most importantly, will my hair be as big as its usual namesake when across state lines?

Blogging On A Friday Night (Because My Life Is So Crazy)

These past few weeks have been, well, an experience.

They’ve been chock full of lots of Al Green (because this song hurts so good!)

and one very wrinkled face.

I’ve been doing a lot of soul-searching on the back porch

reminding myself to look on the bright side

reverting to the sleeping habits of a 7 year-old

and having the biggest turq-and-gold arm party I can possibly get away with.

Seeing Bon Iver’s ACL taping blew my little mind

(thanks for the photo, z!)

seeing Don Draper at the Drafthouse with accompanying Mad Men themed drinks made my heart skip a beat

And seeing that it was Star Wars Day made me bust out the ol’ Empire tank and tell everyone, ‘May The Fourth be with you!’

Multiple people have described me as a hummingbird before- constantly moving- and this month is proving that nickname all too true. Sure, I talk with my hands and I tend to fidget and tap my feet often, but add all the caffeine I’m drinking and all the big-life-decision-anxiety and it’s getting even more ridiculous. I’m waking up at 3:30 AM to go in to work, napping at random hours and going to sleep at 8 PM and so it never seems to balance out and I exist in this bizarre insomniatic state most of the time. More than ever, I’m this little confused toe-tapping and arm-flapping girl who seems a little crazy and over-excited, but that’s okay. My sleep schedule is all sorts of messed up, but in the weirdest way I’m just happy, ya know? I just feel like I’m happiest when I’m busy and when I keep moving. Honestly, as silly as my situation is, I feel like I’m going somewhere right now, I just feel like little things are falling into place and slowly I’m getting these moments of rest to define my dreams. In between writing notations for nonfat milk and extra foam on white Starbucks cups, I’m getting free time to just decide what I want the next step to be, and even if it can be currently frustrating or exhausting, I know it’s all going somewhere. My little hummingbird wings are happy to keep zipping back and forth with new ideas and life directions that I’m considering, and I know in the back of my mind that eventually I am going somewhere, because, for better or worse, staying in exactly the same place has a tendency to freak me out.

This post is all over the place and inconsistent (surprise, as usual!) but really, I just want to say that I love you all and even though I am a nervous post graduate and I don’t write consistently, I miss writing SO MUCH and you should tell me to write more often, because it helps the little brain in my head not feel so crazy.

And also, you should listen to the new Of Monsters & Men album and the new Jack White album and really you should all just get Spotify if you don’t have it and tell me to send you songs on Spotify because I basically am addicted to Spotify and spend enough time with Spotify that it should be my boyfriend and I pretty much love sending people songs more than anything.

And no, Spotify isn’t paying me for this blog post (but they really should be).

But really. Here’s a freebie for all you stuck up, half-witted, scruffy-looking nerf herders!*

*(And again, if you get that reference…call me.)

Tent-Or-Treat ; Year 4

(Don’t worry, internet, you don’t even have to read! It’s time for another SHAMELESS PHOTO POST!)

I’ve shared before about the annual tradition that my friends and I have of camping on Halloweekend, but I have to say that it truly does get sweeter every year. I mean, dressing up has its perks and Halloween parties can be entertaining, but I’m spoiled by expecting the great outdoors when the end of October rolls around.

This year’s highlights included-

Actually getting the tent up and assembled in less than an hour (instead of 4)

Singing “All Star” at the top of our lungs around the campfire

Making snugglers since this is the first year we are all of legal drinking age!!! (seriously so good)

Freezing to death when the sun went down, even with 7 people inside of a supposed “4-person tent”

Waking up and going hiking the next morning

Channeling Katniss Everdeen and reinacting scenes from The Hunger Games in the woods

Being young and carefree and all those other great adjectives

We started this tradition freshman year, now we’re seniors, and it’s been a grand 4 years. (Hence Z & I’s 4 hand signage!) So, excuse me if I get a bit sappy, but, WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO NEXT YEAR?! We’ll have to figure out how to skype-camp if we’re not in the same place. It’s gonna be crafty, but I think we could attempt to have a cross-city-campfire…just know that if you smell something burning next October 31st…you never read this blog post.

Here’s to plaid flannel and smores and smelling like campfire with the best people in my life. Always.

(All these fantastic photos are credited to my lovely roommate and bandmate, CZ !)

This Lion’s Den

(Don’t worry, internet, you don’t even have to read! It’s time for another SHAMELESS PHOTO POST!)

Thinking about the real world and being a grownup and all that entails is a scary thought. And so I present you with something that comforts me always- home!

Anyone that knows me well knows that I am a nester. When it comes to my home and space, I like to curl up and be surrounded by colors and things that I love, despite if they match or even belong. You know how some people adopt animals? I adopt decor and inspiration ideas and throw them together in my little space. Luckily I live with a roommate who feels the same. So I thought I’d share our little haphazard apartment, because even when I am stressed or freaking out that I’m a senior and will be graduating in less than 2 months to take on the real world, I walk into our place and I instantly am cheered and safe and comfortable.

Welcome to the Lion’s den! (Or at least, a few selected rooms of our ‘estate’)

we really like heart-shaped things.

…..and hamburgers….

and cluttered shelves.

(judge me, but vinyl is the one hipster habit i can’t quit!)

(who says a cooler can’t be a tv stand?)


I really love little details and knickknacks, like my ‘inspiration shelf’

the gumball lamp,

the fact that our microwave wears a sombrero,

and the fact that the hamburger chair has recently been altered to accommodate a certain furry roommate.

I don’t really believe in following any major design rules, except to buy things that entertain me and make me happy! I’m still developing my personal style so I don’t worry about making everything a theme, although most of the time I end up leaning towards the 1970s and vintage mixed with comfort. And you know, I might grow out of the lava lamp someday and maybe tone back the music memorabilia a little, but I don’t think I’ll ever outgrow my man Jimi.

I mean, some things are just necessary.

What inspires the decor in your den?

Likes Lately; October 2011

Here’s an original post for blogging:


But seriously, is a happy-list a cop-out? Am I denying you my words and rambles to put in little pictures and captions of precious items? Am I trying to brainwash you to like all the same things I like?!?!

Ehh, probs. But, who cares! It’s time for another installment of:


So what do I like right now? Try to hold back your excitement and let’s find out!!!

Nicole Atkins & The Sea

I’m admittedly pretty picky when it comes to girl singers, but the pipes on this lady are incredible! She’s got such a dark unique sound, and I’ve been a fan ever since a good friend of mine played me this song:

From then on, I was hooked and played her old record all the time whenever I wanted to feel like I was in a smoky old club listening to a lady sing the blues. She released a new album at the beginning of this year that is amazing, and of course, I’m a sucker for FREE music and so the fact that she just released a live EP for free online? Makes my heart even more happy. You can download it HERE ; you’ll be oh-so-happy you did.

The Volkswagen Van Tent!

Yes, this is a real thing.  I absolutely love camping and I absolutely love Volkswagen vans/buses. I would very likely live in this creation. What else is there to say about it besides “perfection?”

Stephen Webster’s ‘All About Eve’ Ring

Yes, it’s $29,000. Yes, it’s a little tacky. But I’m a sucker for anything that references old films and anything sparkly and/or serpentine. Sue me.

Pioneer Woman’s Perfect Iced Coffee

I’m a self-admitted caffeine ADDICT, and I don’t mean that lightly. I take my coffee seriously and love everything about it, from the slighty-bizarre culture of coffeeshops to the way a warm mug feels in my hand. Plus, it’s a natural, delicious, pick-me-up, (especially if you’re feeling down, ladies)! However, I’m sitting pretty in Texas, where the weather is still in the 90s in October, so hot coffee isn’t always the most appealing in the heat of the day. I’ve been drooling over the pictures of iced coffee over at The Pioneer Woman’s blog for far too long to not make it myself.

Impromptu Rope Light Photoshoots!

I used to take more photos of my everyday life and document it all, but I get into lazy spells sometimes. Right now I’m attempting to do a much better job. The solution to this? Cute friends (like C, Z, & J!), cute cat , ropelights. (Substitutions for the last 2 could include: puppies, christmas lights, sparklers, bunnies, streamers, cupcakes, balloons, etc.) Add all these and you simply can’t snap a bad shot!

So, that’s my list, but what do you like lately, internet? What’s making you happy? I love hearing good recommendations!

(You can see all the past installments of Likes Lately here!)
Photo credit: 1,2,3,4  5- me!

Beachy Keen

(Don’t worry, internet, you don’t even have to read! It’s time for another SHAMELESS PHOTO POST!)

I know I just had a love affair by words with Tennessee yesterday, but I found these pictures on my desktop this morning and couldn’t help but reminisce about back home.

I miss my Z. I miss my S & N. I miss those fantastic hats. And I miss my Texas beaches, even when they’re covered in seaweed and beached jellies!

Because A Weekend Photo Post Is Always Needed

This weekend meant lots of BBQ

lots of front-porch-sittin’

lots of tree-climbin’

lots of midnight dance parties in the barn

lots of cowboy boots

& lots of friendship.

Schoolwork might get me down every week day. I might have too much to do or get stressed about deadlines and details, but Friday, Saturday and Sunday and hours spent with these people always seem to make up for every single thing.

Is it possible to fall in love with the weekend?

(Because this lion most certainly is.)

Also, I find this song highly appropriate for this post. Had to!

Eat Your Heart Out, June Cleaver

(Sometimes little afternoons just write themselves into brightly-colored pleasing blog posts. This is one of those afternoons, and of course, it’s a SHAMELESS PHOTO POST!)

Honestly, in life, I think all it really takes is a little commitment to character and a smidge of red lipstick to make everything grand. So, when my lovely girlfriends and I decided to devote an afternoon to making pies, we couldn’t leave any details to make the event perfect out.

1950s Housewife attire? Check.

Vinyl records and sweet tea in fancy glasses? Check.

Apple cinnamon, key lime, cherry and pecan? Check.

Baking in heels? A nearly-almost check.

One delicious day? Most definite check.

(this is Taylor, diva and apple-slicer extraordinaire!)

(please note the heart. AW!)

(this is Kate, aka the greatest pie-making-teacher evs! she worked in a bakery, so these pies are legendary already.)

Serious question, internet–is there anything greater and more loving on this earth than pie? I could ramble on about how much a good crust is a gift from God or how on a perfect pie, each bite is like giving your mouth a warm just-what-I-needed-hug, but I’ll suffice it to say that if you don’t love pie, you’ve been doing it wrong.

Mourn the loss of a great tv show by watching Pushing Daisies and crave a slice of heaven.

Call up your grandmother and ask for a great recipe.

Or you know, if you play your cards right, time travel on back to 1955 and these fabulous housewives will make you one! Just, please…don’t call us desperate.


(Preface: Sometimes I have white girl problems, or problems that don’t really matter and are silly and not life-threatening in the slightest. Also, someone on twitter has this field covered completely. If you need to learn more- click here. Genius.)

Ultimate White Girl Problem of my life: I don’t know why I don’t already have a professional photographer following me and my friends around paparazzi-style and documenting our everyday existence!

Seriously, there are so many moments that, I think, when captured on film, might just change the world.

Well that, and I’m a little selfish and I like looking at my friends and having cool vintage-y deeply focused shots of every little thing I do. I blame this visual now-generation I was born into. I also blame you, blogosphere. I mean, really, there’s so many blogs that exist simply to put richly-colored 3x5s out there for the viewing public to admire.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, this little blog will never be that way. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE photos and try to take as many as I can, but I’m no professional. I adore photoblogs and google image search obsessively, but when it comes down to it, I am most often a woman of words. That, and I’m a college student, so expensive cameras evade me. However, I will try my darndest to mix both mediums! Collaboration is key.

Anyway, this dream of being followed by multiple Canon EOS 5D Mark IIs (she’s a beauty) and getting every little stoplight reaction, walk to and from class, fill up at the gas station, dollar store run, high five, nap, and all the rest captured in high definition is still a work in progress. For now, a photo booth at our good friends’ wedding a few weeks ago will have to do the trick in capturing just a little snippet into the life I feel beyond blessed to have.

Thanks, Central Texas J-Booth! And psst…wanna start following us around? Just thought I’d ask.

Snow Is A Big Deal

It’s been a little while, and though it may seem like a cop-out, I’m going to tell you why I haven’t written in a while. Brace yourself, internet. You ready?

I didn’t update recently because…



It snowed (in case you didn’t hear) and we lost internet and a small piece of our minds, probably, but it was wonderful!

Tangent: in relationships of every kind, I’m always afraid I’m going to come on too strong. I’m afraid I’m going to send too many picture messages and make too many big deals out of everything. I’m nervous that I’m going to scare off anyone new in my life with my excitement levels and my wanting-togetherness-to-happen-instantly-and-never-end. But that’s why I like when things actually ARE a big deal! Snow is a big deal! Sure, people get it all the time elsewhere but we’re in Texas. But when snow happens here, classes are cancelled, no one knows how to drive and so everyone gets trapped inside, which in my case means one big sleepover with my best friends in a blanket fort.

And here’s the thing– every last ounce of excitement can be used up on this snowday because it rarely happens. It’s worth the jumping up and down and yelling and being overly excited! So, the solution to feeling like I come on too strong is just to make every single day a once-in-a-lifetime (or at least once-in-a-semester) ordeal. As of now, I’m working on it.

And speaking of once-in-a-lifetime,

my lovely and talented roommate, bandmate and best friend Christie (the one in the middle of that little circle-of-lovin’) turned 21 years young yesterday! She is musically grand, infectiously wonderful and delightful in every sense of the word- not to mention a fantastic writer, so stop by her blog and tumblr and wish her the happiest of drinking-legality and belated birthdays!