As a general rule I try to avoid dressing tacky at all costs. I have this thing called pride, maybe you've heard of it, and sometimes it stops me from wearing my most daring outfits out the door.

But on tacky night, THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS PRIDE.

And I kind of learned the hard way, I went a little too easy, to matchy-matchy. Next time though, you watch out for your cartoon socks cause I might just win.


Here's me in my tacky outfit pre-homemade fanny pack eating a peanut butter and honey sandwich on bread almost as pale as me. Almost. And the birds on my pearls was a yours truly creation - classy parrots like pearls!

And after well over a week without my camera cooperating, these photos are refreshing and encouraging and my favorites!! I love these kids! 

CALL ME LARRY (not the cucumber)

PS: A few of these were taken by the wonderful Sarah, her photos are always just as amazing as she is!


My grandma had a signature shade of red lipstick and I'm beginning to think that every lady needs one.

Here's to finding your color, your number and your perfect red.


99 Problems like WHATTT

After a long day at school and right before a long evening at volleyball, Sarah graciously offered to help me test some poses for the volleyball team photos (!!) And of course, since Sarah is ALWAYS adorable and then on top of that she was having a REALLY good hair day, we got some extra keepers in between the stuffy poses.

And sorry. For the title. Iggy just gets me sometimes.

Like I said, sorry!

PS: Everyone! Go check out Sarah's blog!


We're already 7 weeks into school! 7 weeks! I wasn't even sure I'd make it one so I'm pretty impressed that Heritage hasn't killed me yet. Not sure what I've learned really though, a bit on feudalism and a fair amount about misplaced modifiers. BUT what I've really learned about, through detailed study and careful observation...and some experience, of course, is procrastination. I mean, by the end of the year I'll probably deserve a PHD in this fine study.

Anyway! You may have noticed that things are a tad bit more fresh, a little simpler and just a bit less homemade. Which homemade is fine when it comes to cookies but something about September just begged me to freshen up and make things a bit less humble around here. Have fun looking around, if that's your thing.

And if not, then what are you doing with your life anyway?

Off to pour my heart and soul into some painful poetry...and of course, pinterest.

(that procrastination we talked about? You know it's happening.)

Summer of all Summers, List to top all Lists....

(but first, blackmail material.)
(in which I officiate a wedding...)

It was the summer of all Summers....

I keep forgetting I have homework. I keep forgetting that I have a Latin test this week. I keep forgetting I'll have 4 volleyball games next week and worst of all, I keep forgetting that summer is over!

My summer started off in Italy and ended at Teen Pact, filled with trips and so many memories made. I mean, if you've read my blog once or twice, you may have noticed that it was pretty doggone amazing.

But maybe I'm a little biased?

As always, the end of August brings that sad yet exciting dig through the blog archives to find my summer list....(which as it is an annual tradition, I nearly forgot about it.)


READ: If I stay
SING: Oceans
PLAY: All Of Me
STRUM: new techniques.
SAY YES: to as many social events as possible
SNAP: photos and videos of everything
BAKE: something with lemons! i don't know why!
CREATE: Palm Beach Chic all the way
SHARE: All my Italy pictures.
PLAN: Girls weekend!!!!

As one might notice, I did fairly well! Obviously I don't take these things (or really anything else in life!) too seriously, so it's mostly a summer Suggestion list. But it's fine by me! I'm also planning on a Fall list so that a.) I don't die from schoolwork and b.) I stay sane.

I don't know about you, but sanity is really underrated. 

PS: Girls in our youth group are THE BEST. Above video is proof.

"That old September feeling, left over from school days, of summer passing, vacation nearly done, obligations gathering, books and football in the air … Another fall, another turned page: there was something of jubilee in that annual autumnal beginning, as if last year’s mistakes had been wiped clean by summer.”

Summer, you've been good, I'll see you in 30 weeks. Don't be late!