Thursday, October 31, 2013

thrifty thursday//fall uniform

Laziness has taken over and instead of peeling off my usual college uniform of sweatpants and sweatshirt, I'm just going to display this week's thrifty outfit from the comfort of my bedroom floor.

.....Plus I'm needin' the extra elastic after tonight's boo-rito at chipotle & BOGO at caribou......
happy halloweenobesity!

yet another mens shirt..sigh...

flannel//salvation army
jeans//salvation army
scarf//can't recall...
boots//antique store in MN

Thursday, October 17, 2013

every saturday//fictional piece

So the other day I was scrolling through the Reader's Digest website (hi, yes I am a grandma) and happened upon a long list of fictional writing prompts; probably haven't seen one of those since my high school creative writing class...

And then it happened.

My fingers started itching. My heart started pounding.  And my brain started whirring back to life with endless possibilities (previously dead from a long day of classes).

So, without further ado, here is my first creative story I have written in a long, long time.
Basically a giant cheeseball? Yes.
//And i love it.

Writing Prompt:
Finish these sentences: “Ever day of the week I _________, but Saturdays are different. On Saturdays, I ­­________.”

Every Saturday
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Every day of the week, I make my own cup of coffee.  But Saturdays are different.  On Saturdays I let him make my morning java.

Every Saturday is the same.  I wake up at six o ‘clock sharp, a ridiculous hour for most high school seniors.  I fumble around in my dark bedroom, trying to find my glasses, which are of course piled under a mountain of novels from the usual late night reading.
My fingers finally locate them and I proceed to change into my standard uniform of jeans and a flannel top.  I open up my shades and relish in the sight of raindrops on the windowpane.
I quietly bound down the steps, grab my backpack and keys, and head outside to my car.
The raindrops create a rhythmic beat that produces its own personal song and I forgo the radio for this peaceful sound.
As I continue driving the familiar route, autopilot kicks in and my mind wanders back to when this weekly tradition began.

I had just completed a pretty stressful week at school and I couldn’t wait until Saturday would come. I would spend the morning sipping coffee from my favorite café, and burying my nose in a book I wanted to be buried in.
I entered through the front door and shook out my coat from the drizzle outside, already walking up to the counter with the usual order on the tip of my tongue.
As I removed my hood and looked up to recite my drink, my heart took a leap into my throat, closing off all possibilities of uttering even what size I wanted.
He returned my stare with the smile that had already captured the hearts of the entire female senior class.  The most popular, cutest, well-liked (scratch that)LOVED boy of the 12th grade.
And here he was. In my café. Serving me coffee. At 7 in the morning.
I was barely able to squeak out my order and find my traditional spot in back recliner by the indoor fireplace.

And here began my secret weekend routine.

Saturdays were mine.  This café was mine.  And the quiet mornings shared between him and I; they were just ours.

Not that we exchanged anything beyond my recited lines of “medium hazelnut latte, please.”  But he always returned my order with a smile and a firm “Yes, ma’am.”
It was more than enough.  From the quiet corner of the café, I was able to truly see the boy most girls couldn’t comprehend beyond his smile and eyes.

I saw him banter back and forth with the usual customers, always making everyone feel welcomed as soon as they walked through the doors.
I saw him secretly pull out his own wallet and grab some change while an old lady embarrassingly rummaged through her purse for her last 25 cents.
I saw him bring out drinks to the table with the older gentlemen, who must also have the weekly tradition of coffees on Saturday.  Always taking a moment longer at their table, they would exchange a laugh or two, usually ending the conversation with a couple of slaps on the back.

But we kept our distance.  As I felt we should.

My mind focuses back into the present as I park in my usual spot and hustle through the rain into the front door of the café.
The bell rings and he emerges from the back room, with a smile warm enough to evaporate the raindrops stuck to my coat.
I walk up to the counter and before I could get out a single syllable, he already sets down a steaming cup of coffee in front of me.
“Medium hazelnut latte?  Got it right here for ya!”
My mouth closes and the shock temporarily freezes all communication parts of my brain.   Finally, I utter out a small laugh, reach out my hands for the warm cup and retort, “Well I actually going to try something new today, but I guess this will have to do.”
He chuckles and hands me my cup, shaking his head in mock disappointment of himself.  “Maybe next Saturday?”

I look up and our eyes lock in a knowing exchange.  And suddenly it dawns on me. Maybe I’m not the only one who looks forward to these early Saturday mornings.

I take my coffee and walk back to the far end corner of the café.
I quickly glance back at the counter and see him helping the old lady order a new drink today, nodding his head, and pointing out all the different coffee varieties.
But, as swiftly as possible, he glances back at me and returns my stare with another warmhearted smile.

I turn back around and glance down at my newest novel sitting in my lap.
I open up the cover, skim the first page, but then close it back up and place it on the coffee table in front of me.
I relax into my chair, a goofy smile plastered across my face and I lift the brimming cup to my lips.
Maybe today I don’t read.  Maybe, instead of losing myself in a fictional story, I savor in this unbelievable piece of reality called Saturday.

T.Swift, I think you just found your newest music video idea.

Wednesday, October 16, 2013


Sometimes, you just got to step away from the studying and take a walk on the wild side.
"Wild side" meaning going for a stroll to the lakes with your boyfriend and stopping every two seconds to take a picture of the fabulous fall-ness all around us.
//'twas a great distraction.

Tuesday, October 8, 2013


Yes, I'm that girl who stops mid-sprint while running outside just to take a picture of that perfect flower, that perfect tree, that perfect bridge, and that perfect train.
Plus its a much more casual way of catching your breath than heaving&huffing, clutching your side, and passing out on the grass.

Oh look at that girl! She is totally in shape! And look at her artistic skills, just taking a break to photograph the lake!
No one will suspect a thing.

Monday, October 7, 2013

study beats//

Just wrote a 14 page paper last a record time of 5 hours...
So forgive me for the lack of written words today.  My poor fingers have just completed their first ever marathon.
In return, here are a few albums that got me through that monstrous paper.
Pop on over to Spotify and give your ears a listen for your next study sesh.

//Piece of advice: If the beat drops in the middle of a song, do your brain a favor and take a quick personal dance party.
But please be wary of your surroundings.
The silent second floor of the library may not be the most appropriate place.

Trust me.

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Thursday, October 3, 2013

diy//hair tools holder

What do you get when you mix a rainy day, 2/3 classes cancelled, a quick trip to the Dollar Store, and an oatmeal addiction leading to an excessive amount of empty oats containers...?

//  The easiest DIY created by moi.

Seriously.  So simple.
Yet so wonderful.

DIY//hair tools holder
You Will Need:
-Empty oats container (mhmmm oatmeal...)
-Gift wrap of choice (mine @ Dollar General)
-Straighter and curling iron to move into their new home

<3 this wrapping paper <3

Step 1: Measure and cut out paper according to container size.

Step 2: Wrap around container and tape in place.

Step 3: Done.

Admire atop of bookshelf.
(flowers//masonjars found @ family friend's boutique shop. A-DOR-A-BLE.)

There ya have it. A two step DIY that saves you money and gives you a pretty place to hold your little life essentials.

Now, time to cozy up in a warm blanket, read a good book...and make some more oatmeal.