:: Rule Breaker ::

No peeking at Christmas presents. No white after Labor Day. No licking the batter. No reading in the dark

Some rules were made to be broken, right? Down here in Dallas, it’s hotter than the Fourth of July. Which is why anyone who tells me that I cannot wear white after Labor Day is probably not meant to be my friend. If that were true, who in tarnation would get married after Labor Day?

Half the people I associate with, which is one of the many reasons we are friends!

So today my dear friends, readers, people from Hong Kong who can’t understand my random slang via Google translate: I challenge you to eat cake for breakfast! Don multiple chains in the name of high fashion! WEAR WHITE AFTER LABOR DAY!

Because, we can.

And be happy – because today is the day that Napa meets its match! Looking forward to sharing this adventure with you! Also – send a prayer up for me on Saturday. Taylor thinks we will actually make it to SEVEN wineries.

I die. Insert boggled emoji face here.

 

 

Top // J. Crew

Jeans // Target (in stores only now)

Shoes // Nordstrom

Bag // Kate Spade (similar)

Necklace // Bauble Bar

Rings // H&M

 P.S. Special shout out to Libs for the awesome tip on locating the perfect pair of white jeans in the perfect budget range. Extra points for the not-so-basic-girl gold zipper at the bottom. #soultwin

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:: Beach Bum ::

We recently joined some of our friends on a post-bar trip to Cabo san Lucas. Three lawyers and a fashion blogger… you can imagine how fascinating the talk about MPRE questions, essay topics, and misdemeanor manslaughter was….

However, in between that chatter, we had a fantastic time. We were quite uncertain as to whether or not we would actually make it to Cabo. In an effort to save a few dollars, we opted to take Aero Mexico. That was our first mistake. We made it to DFW around 5:30 am and immediately jumped into the 60+ person line. After thirty minutes of not moving an inch, we became concerned COMPLETELY FREAKED OUT and knew we would be missing our flight.

As I held down our place in line, Taylor discovered that our flight was delayed from 7:00 AM to 4:00 PM, causing us to miss our connecting flight and be completely re-routed. As we began making plans for our day (brunch, nap, lunch, nap, wandering around Dallas, and finally airport), we were given the option of taking the 4:00 flight and a connector which would place us *ever so safely* in Mexico City for a night. Um, no.

We bailed, hopped on a direct American flight, and never looked back. After making it through security, Taylor spent nearly an hour on the phone with Aero Mexico, guaranteeing our return flight would not be cancelled. We arrived in Cabo earlier than expected and went directly to the pool to sample what the swim up bar had to offer.

You should also know that the night before our departure, T bought a Go Pro. Of course I scoffed at the idea, but let me tell you – if there is a man in your life, get him one! He was so entertained the entire time, and now we have loads of photos and video from our life-proof case which floated in the pool most of the day. Between the mojitos and sunburns, we all thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. (Except when M+C thought their license/wallet/credit cards were stolen).

 

 

Swimsuit // Victoria’s Secret

Cover up // Old Navy (in stores)

Bag // Boutique Find

Sandals // Steve Madden

Hat // Forever 21

We stayed on the side where you’re not allowed to go into the ocean because, you will die. But we couldn’t resist just running down and letting the waves rush over the top of our feet.

Then this happened…

 

and I got slapped by a massive wave as prince charming filmed it…

 

and ended up doing what T refers to as my “weird girl run,” which is really the “I’m soaking wet run.”

:: Blogger’s Block ::

Hello my friends!

Long time, no post. However, a lot has been happening and soon we’ll be back on a more regular schedule.

I cannot wait to relay our Mexico vacay (later), but something (other an Aero Mexico issues – again, later) happened in the Dallas airport that really put a bad taste in my mouth. While awaiting our flight, I looked up to see not one , but two fashion bloggers sit down across from me. I had literally started following both of them maybe a week prior, with each having more than 55,000 Instagram followers.

I have 285.

Nonetheless, I was more intrigued by who they were as “normal” people. I felt like a Miss Oklahoma Star (a mentoring program for young girls) as I quietly observed their mannerisms and conversation.

To say I was disappointed would be an understatement. Here were two women who made their lives blogging, writing, photographing, and sharing pieces of their (maybe incredibly staged) days with their followers – making fun of the people who support them. They gawked and “ugghhhhed” over fans inquiring where they got an item, how they didn’t know what Like to Know it was, and generally hating on others. After at least a dozen attempts to Instagram their accessories, they began to board the plane.

Somehow, we were in line directly behind them and it just would not end – they stopped on the jet bridge, required their third wheel (husband of one blogger) to whip out the Nikon, screw on the lens, and take photos of them prior to boarding. This was now annoying everyone behind them, and I questioned why I wanted to be a part of such a high-maintenence world.

In this moment, it all clicked for T. He turned to me and said he had no idea how easy he has it. We only photograph once a week and I buy him brunch and mimosas afterwards. (insert praying hands emoji here)

So, I learned a few valuable lessons that day and had a pretty major reality check. I love blogging and sharing my broke-girl budget style with others. However, I’ll be making an extra effort to be the Glinda of bloggers!

Top: Kate Spade Saturday

Pants: Vera Wang for Kohl’s (love these) (and these)

Sandals: Sam Edelman (I die over these)

Bag: Kate Spade (similar)

Necklace: Dillard’s (close)

Ring: Beyond Baroque

Bracelets: Coach, Anthropologie

 

:: Saturday in the Park ::

I often talk about my friends to my other friends, referring to them as “my best friend.” My best friend from Nashville, my best friend from Pi Phi, my best friend from pageants. Typical girl thing, I’m sure. I do have one best friend that is different from all the others. He could be my best friend from high school, my best friend that Instagrams like it’s his job, my best friend that lives in LA, my best friend that’s Jewish, my best friend that leaves me four minute voicemails (that was probably originally of my own doing), but most importantly – my best friend that understands just how important brunch is.

Luckily, my manfriend also loves brunch, so I got to dine at Flint twice in one weekend. Josh was ever so kind to photograph me on our way to the world’s greatest biscuits and gravy and most amazing berry compote topped french toast. It was a cool morning, but quickly warmed up – as Oklahoma always does.

Top: Jcrew, Pants: Jcrew, Clutch: , Sandals: , Ring: , Nails:

Top: Jcrew, Pants: Jcrew, Clutch: Christopher Kon, Sandals: Zigi Girl

Ring: , Clutch , Nails:

Ring: Third grade vintage find from my hoarding armoire, Clutch: Christopher Kon , Nails: Birchbox find – Ruffian – Hedge Fund

Typical.