Thursday, February 26, 2015

Fashionably Late: Valentine's Day

Hello, friends! You know, most bloggers post about their Valentine's outfit before  the actual day. But, as we all know, I'm not most bloggers, and I just can't plan far enough ahead to take pictures of myself in what I will be wearing in a week or two. That just sounds exhausting.

Anyway, Valentine's for us was really low key this year. We went to our favorite local spot, Ford's Fish Shack, sat at the bar, and stuffed our faces. It was truly magical.

Even though we weren't at a fancy restaurant, I still wanted to dress up a little bit. After all, winter had been long and dreary, and I needed to pamper myself a little bit. One of my friends from high school started an online boutique, Rose and Brûlée, and Valentine's was the perfect excuse to make my first purchase.

I went with the Romantic Cold Shoulder Blouse, and I'm kind of in agony waiting for warm weather so I can treat myself with some of these cute dresses!

I really wanted to wear this with my tulle skirt, but considering the single digit temperatures, I thought pants might be a better choice. It was really a shame, because I bought the most awesome animal print, pointy toe heels from Nordstrom to go with the skirt, but they still looked great paired with my J. Crew skinnies.

I finished off the outfit with a tassel necklace from Lia Sophia (R.I.P), and one of my favorite pairs of earrings from Kate Spade. My Jo Malone perfume that Santa brought me added the final touch.

As you can see, Millie was very impressed with my fashion choices.

I really loved my Rose and Brûlée top, and recommend you like the shop on Facebook and follow on Instagram--every now and then she posts a discount, and I know all y'all love saving money!

Now, if you will excuse me, I'm going to go cry in a corner and scratch at my dry, flaky skin because winter is never, ever leaving.

All Love,

Monday, February 16, 2015

Music Monday, V.22: Old Friends

Happy Monday, friends! And a happy holiday to you all lucky government people who get today as a holiday. I am not one of those lucky people.

Anyway, I hope you all had a lovely Valentine's Weekend, and got to spend it with people you truly care about. We ended up going out a few times, but otherwise we spent most of the weekend indoors, cuddled up and trying to avoid the brutal cold.

Now, let's get on to Music Monday. This post would have been more appropriate for the Monday following the Grammy's, but you know how it is--you go to bed before album of the year is even announced, and then the entire week after you're plagued with competing priorities that keep you from blogging. Am I right or am I right?!? Anyway, I've been tossing the idea around for a while to do a series of Music Monday posts on some of my old favorites--"old" doesn't necessarily mean they don't make music anymore, but instead means that I've loved the music for what seems like forever, and I always will. Considering the almost-debacle that happened at the Grammy's, I thought it very fitting to be my first Old Friends post on Beck.

Friends...if you don't know Beck, you should. I realize there was a trending #whoisBeck on Twitter, and I feel so sad for those people, for they are truly missing out. Beck's Odelay was one of the very first cassette tapes I owned--I very specifically asked Santa for that for Christmas, and Santa delivered! For a 3rd grader, I was awfully alternative. Despite my music identity crisis of middle-high school, Beck has always remained one of my favorites. I feel like he is so different each time, but still the same, if that makes sense. A few years ago, he put out an "album" that was basically a collection of sheet music. If it was any other artist, I would have rolled my eyes and called them pretentious. But it was Beck, so all I could do was smile fondly and nod, because OF COURSE Beck would create an album of sheet music (sidenote, all the songs were released on Song Reader, and performed by some awesome artists, like Fun., Laura Marling, and Lord Huron, just to name a few).

His most recent work, Morning Phase, is so wonderful--the first time I heard "Blue Moon" I felt so many emotions, I didn't even know what to do with myself. I absolutely believe he deserved Album of the Year (and yes, so did Beyonce, Sam Smith, Ed Sheeran, and Pharrell--all  talented musicians who deserved to be in that category).

And so, friends, here you are with only a small sampling of Beck's music--I basically grew up with his music, so it means a lot to me.

All Love,

All About Beck by Kate T. on Grooveshark

Friday, February 6, 2015

Weekly Obsessions

Hello, friends! I am feeling quit accomplished. It's Friday and I managed to post two days in a row! Don't get too excited, who knows what next week will bring.

Anyway, I thought I would check in today to share with you some of my favorite obsessions. I'm no Oprah, but I've got my own set of favorite things that comes with my own stamp of approval. That's got to count for something, right?

Here's what I've taken a fancy to (and not taken a fancy to) this week:

- The weather
The two questions that are always on my mind when I check the weather are 1., will it get above freezing today? and 2., will there be enough snow to get me out of work? The answer to both questions is usually a big, fat NO and I am left feeling deflated and miserable, counting down the days to spring.

This is the year I permanently move to an all inclusive in Costa Rica. I mean it, no takebacks!

- String cheese
I used to be so disgusted by string cheese, but then I tried the Horizon Organiz Mozz sticks and I was in love. How could I ever complete a Whole 30 challenge, when the best part of my workday is my string cheese snack?

- The song, "Dearly Departed," by Shakey Graves
Listen to it and don't even deny that your soul fills with a need to hear it over and over and over again.

Dearly Departed by Shakey Graves on Grooveshark

- Red velvet oreos
Normally, I'm a purist when it comes to oreos, but this time I made an exception. They paired well with my mozzarella string cheese.

- If the #likeaboy movement wasn't enough, some Fox News dude had to go and make a completely asinine comment about Frozen. Luckily, this article from the A.V. Club is here to point out the error of his ways:

- Shopping for a cause
I can always get behind meaningful retail therapy! As many of you know, Ingrid Michaelson is basically my favorite musician of all time. Sadly, she lost her mother in 2014 to myeloma. We all know that any form of cancer is scary and devastating, so Ingrid is partnering with Alex and Ani to raise money to help those facing that battle. Now through February 6th, 15% of your Alex and Ani purchase goes towards the Multiple Myeloma Research Foundation. Make sure you use the code "INGRIDMM3" and get shopping!

- Saved by the Bell
I would be shamed to the ends of the earth if I neglected to include this gem.

Linking up with Leslie at A Blonde Ambition for Confessional Friday!

Happy weekend, friends. Let's make it count. 

All Love,

Thursday, February 5, 2015

TBT: That Time I Drank Potassium

Hello friends! I'm giving it my all to get at least one post cranked out each week, so here we are! If I'm not too busy starting my own trends (i.e., like when I plan to bring back rollerblades), then I'm hopping on other trends way late in the game. I don't think I've ever posted anything, on any form of social media, deserving of the #tbt. Better late than never, right?

Lucky for you, the other day I suddenly recalled that time I drank potassium. Maybe it's the cranberry vodka I had tonight since I had to give myself a Humira shot, but I've been waxing nostalgic about the ol' Crohn's Disease lately, and I just wanted to share. It feels good to put my struggles out there to you, dear readers, even if there may be some people that may not like it (i.e., a few of my college friends--you know who you are. You know what you did.).

Anyway, let me spin you a little yarn, that starts with a misdiagnosed "growth plate" that was actually an abscess, and ends with me being poured the nastiest glass of Mr. Pibb.

Summer 2007: While most people my age were kicking off summer jobs or lazying it up at the beach, I was too busy being sickly--I literally ran a fever every night.

Having the Feve meant having the chills.
To make myself feel better, I spent the entirety of my tax refund on a new outfit from Forever 21 and a strapless bra from Victoria's Secret. Did it cure the Autoimmune Disease that was slowly ravaging my body? No. Did it make me feel like a fashionista? Well, obviously.

A few days after my glorious fashion triumph, I noticed a swollen spot on my stomach. "Golly gee," I thought to myself, "that's not right!" Maybe not in those words, but you get the idea. Off to the ER we went, for fourth time that year! Turns out, the pain I had been experiencing in my lower abdomen/hip for over a month was not actually a growth plate, but an abscess. Really, I should have known something was off when they told me the growth plate was "normal" for teenage athletes.

I was whisked away to Vanderbilt, where I was scheduled to have surgery in just a few short weeks. I very much remember arriving after midnight, and a nurse was insisting that she accompany me to the bathroom. "NO THANK YOU," I believed I said as I slammed the door in her face. I was twenty, but still had a bit of a rebellious teenager left in me. Or, blame it in the painkillers they pumped into me on the ambulance ride.

It was a brutal week--it was a children's hospital and they didn't get VH1 or MTV...imagine, the horror! I acquired an addiction to Hannah Montana that I still haven't been able to shake. After five days, I was relieved to be going home, even if it was on IV antibiotics and nutrients. I fell into a peaceful rest watching the Scooby Doo movie, knowing full well that I would be preparing to leave when I awoke.

I woke in confusion to nurses bustling about the room, talking about something I needed to "take." What did I need to take? The flowers that were sent by my many admirers? An award for being the best patient over the age of 18? As it turns out, my potassium was low, too low, and I needed to drink it in powder form IMMEDIATELY. "Here," I heard a nurse say, "she can drink it in soda so she doesn't taste it." This lady had clearly never had straight potassium before. There is no substance in this world that can disguise the taste of it, in its pure form. I took one sip of the potassium laced soda and immediately gagged. It was the most awful thing I had (and still have) ever tasted, and I wanted no part of it.

My parents, sensing my anxiety, promised the nurses I would drink it on the way home. As we drove through the streets of Nashville, on our way to the interstate, my mom would ever so sweetly remind me, "Kaaatttee, make sure you're drinking it!" I would take the tiniest of sips, and retort "I AM." (Delayed teenage rebellion, remember?)

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. After another check-in from my parents on the status of my Pibb-Potassium consumption, I broke down in tears. I begged them not to make me drink it, and promised I would eat all the bananas if it meant I didn't have to take even another sniff of that horrendous concoction. Naturally, the sick kid won that battle. We stopped at Hardee's on the way home and I got a milkshake.

The moral of this story, kids, is to always eat your bananas.

All Love,

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