The skies were blue.

A couple of weeks back I went and spent the day with a sweet friend in Aberdeen, NC and we wandered around some of the beautiful small-town landscape. Here are just a few shots from a day filled with beautiful weather, delicious coffee, an attempted photography how-to, and great friendship.


This first shot reminds me SO much of a lake up in Boone, NC that I used to
run at in college… sans mountainous backdrop.





Wish List Wednesday: Pottery Barn Edition

Just throwing this out there to the Pottery Barn people.. you could absolutely send me any of these things (or really just anything) and I’d take a million and a half pictures of them in my home and write raving reviews of how wonderful the PB brand is. The ball is officially in your court.

Here’s what I’m wishing for this week…



lamp | pillows | clock

Lamp- So it turns out that Clint and I are kind of lamp people. We’ve been admiring this, and several others, for a while now and often go into Pottery Barn just to get googly eyed as we set our eyes on yet another must-have lamp. This particular one has a pulley, which is of particular interest to my mister. I’ve quite honestly never been much of a floor lamp person, I’ve always thought they looked so vacant and bare, this lamp is an exception to that. It has character, charm, and actually even manages to do its job all at the same time.

Pillows- I love pillows so much. I’ve been slowly but surely looking for new pillows/covers to replace the ones we currently have on our couch and as I was picking my jaw up off the floor once again after seeing the prices, I spotted these adorable little monogrammed ones. We of course would do cSk and we’d get it in teal to match our duvet. The PB has so much monogrammed wonderful-ness that I could very easily find myself in a home one day where everything has our initials on it. I would LOVE it, but it might be just a bit much.

Clock- I just imagine that if you have a clock like this in your house, you have a fun house. It’s like subway station meets rustic Hampton’s kitchen and we wind up with this great piece. This would be a great statement piece for a small space and I especially appreciate it because those giant oversized wall clocks really just aren’t my style most of the time. This is a nice little clock alternative.

What have you all been wishing for lately?

Awkward and Awesome.

I kind of can’t believe how long it’s been since I’ve done an A&A! I was back in Charlotte for nearly two weeks while Clint was on active duty orders and my blogging just went right out the window. But now we’re both back home together and I’ve got a handful of lovely awkward and awesome moments to share.

-As I briefly mentioned yesterday, our water stopped working. It was intentionally shut off because of a main pipe burst (or whatever the lady over the phone who clearly had no clue told me). Well, when it first shut off Clint just went ahead and opened that little closet that the water heater lives in and then left the door open… all day. This is probably irrational, but I’m terrified of water heaters. I mean, I love them for what they do and all, but I’d like to ignore their existence. Well, every 45 minutes or so when I’d go check the sink in our bathroom to see if the water was back on (I checked the kitchen too, for whatever reason I felt the need to check both, as if one would work before the other) I would have to run, eyes closed, hand over my ears (it makes me feel safer, it can’t be explained, its true though) past that dreadful water heater. Sure, sure, just close the door you say… Did you not catch back there where I said I ran past the closet. I couldn’t possibly stand there long enough to close an accordion style door (those things require maneuvering!). I’m not sure if the point of this story is that I’d be almost completely helpless on my own or that I’m slightly crazy, but I know the result, my future home will have an electric, tankless water heater.

-With Clint and I both being out-of-town for two weeks we came home to a very empty refrigerator and pantry. So like any two people who want to eat something other than dry cereal and soup, we went to the grocery store. Except, so did everyone else. You see, we got home the day a “winter storm” was supposed to hit. Thankfully Clint didn’t have to work so he was able to join me on the adventure (and honestly it would not have been pretty if I had to go alone- he navigated the cart through the crowds of completely oblivious people like a pro, I’d likely still be standing behind that lady in the red coat who had no idea anyone else existed). Considering both of us went to school at Appalachian, where snow is just a part of life (I literally slid into a parking spot at the grocery store on more than one occasion), we maybe were a bit naive as to what would be left at the grocery store. Orange juice, gone. Milk, long gone. Razors and batteries, quickly dwindling (’cause everybody knows you’ve got to be clean-shaven in a snow storm). The lines were longer than long. A part of me wanted to walk around wearing a sign saying : I’m not a crazy person, I’ve just been out-of-town! The worst part, I was dead set on having some Mac & Cheese for dinner meaning I NEEDED milk. So we were forced to be those people, the one’s who go to the Fresh Market and just get a gallon of milk. Those people definitely thought that we were those people.

-We went and saw Zero, Dark, Thirty. And I’ll be completely honest with you, I was absolutely not ready for it. Let’s enter the truth zone together:::: I’m afraid to go to the movie theater. The Dark Knight shooting has left me in an anxious place. I actually went and saw the Dark Knight a few days after the shooting happened and the experience was horrible. I didn’t take my eyes off the exit door for the first hour of the movie and even when I did I have to admit, I was thinking about it. That was the last movie I’d seen so it’s been a few months since I’ve actually been to the movies (and that is absolutely my favorite date night). This may have not been the best movie for me to dive back into things with. Guns, torture, high intensity scenes accompanied by booming loud explosions, not the best combo for a lady on the edge of her seat ready to hit the floor. But the worst moment actually presented itself the instant the lights went low and the previews set in. Within ten seconds of the theater getting dark someone came in through the exit door, with a gun. And me and my anxious self took a few extra beats to process that it was a cop who was 100% there to prevent the moment I was dreading. However, I now know that my natural instinct is to freeze.. so that’s not so great. I watched the entire movie with one hand covering my sight of the door and the other holding my cell-phone inside my purse. I’m certain I looked like the most suspicious person in the theater.  While I was home I went to a matinée with my sister and saw This is 40 and was about 85% ok so I’m thinking those dramatic, gun slinging, intensity-filled movies are going to have to go on the back burner for a while.

-It’s finally happened. I have become a person with duct tape on my car. (Oh gosh, it’s even worse having to type it!) I try not to complain about my car because A. It was free to me. B. It does in fact get me from one place to another. C. I at least try to not seem ungrateful. Yes, I hate my car. But it’s not because it’s far from my dream car, it’s mostly because I just feel really unsafe in it… like.. “why is my steering wheel shaking so much?!!” kind of unsafe. On several occasions I’ve been brought to tears while driving on long trips that require lots of interstate time. It’s not so wonderful knowing your speeding around on a piece of plastic (not actually speeding.. I dread those 70mph speed limits.. just let me drive slow and steady!!) Anyways, you know those frames that go around your windshield. It’s black, it’s slim, and unless yours has been flapping in the wind trying to jump off your car you’ve probably never given it a second glance. Well, on my way back to Raleigh, my little frame decided it was so over me. (Or maybe it too felt unsafe and was leaving me for a better life). Either way, I was just terrified enough that it would fall off (and then my windshield would just, ya know.. fall in on me- I’ve been assured this actually wouldn’t happen, but it’s called a freak accident for a reason) so I made my way off the next exit that looked like it was home to non-crazy people (you can totally tell by the fast food places!) and to a Walgreens where I bought the smallest roll of duct tape they had. Then, in the brutal wind, I stood in the parking lot and taped my car back together. And you know what… I have never wanted a job more than I did at the exact moment I smoothed out that first piece of tape. We went and bought some adhesive that is supposedly going to put that piece back in its place, but I feel like once you join the duct tape group, you kind of can’t really leave it so I’ll just be waiting around  for the next boo boo that needs taping.


-It’s almost February! Which means we’re getting closer and closer to Clint’s Birthday, Sydney’s (our kitty) Birthday, and hey, hey, what do you know??! This little Blog’s birthday :] I love, love, love birthdays, really, I could celebrate people I love every day, but having a day where I can throw confetti at them and it’s ok, I can definitely get on board with that. It also means Valentine’s day, and I may or may not have already made some cards for some special people. Love myself a sweet holiday.

-In a very particular way, it’s really nice to miss someone. I have missed my family tons since moving, and when Clint was gone for two weeks I missed him more and more each day. While it’s never ideal to have to miss anyone (oh, how awesome it’d be to have everyone you love in the same zip code),  it makes me feel really blessed to have people in my life that I love and am loved by to miss. And there are few things better than being reunited with someone you’ve been missing. It’s just awesome.

What’s been awkward and awesome with you all lately?

Six for six.

Clint and I got married six months ago, today. And since he’s currently snoozing it up big time on the couch and I’m getting increasingly more anxious about how we haven’t had water all day and that 5 o’clock estimated fixed by time has now come and gone (because our apt complex is now giving us reasons daily to get excited about moving out of this place in a month), I thought I’d share six pictures of my Mr. and I on the day I became his Mrs. And because quite honestly, I’m always just looking for an excuse to scroll through all our pictures and find few new favorites. [[FYI- they are all by The Schultzes.. go check them out!]]



03_Portraits_0320One of these days I’ll get around to writing a post about our first look- and how I couldn’t even imagine that day without it.




I am so thankful each and every day that God chose to put a man so much better than myself in my life and led me to be his wife. I’m still completely unaware of my new last name and I often find myself wanting to call him my boyfriend, but I figure old habits die-hard and I’ve got the rest of my life to get it right.

Fashion Friday.

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Moment of truth: I currently am wearing seriously destroyed jeans and a running jacket. And no, I will not be making you look at pictures of it. However, I did have a Fashion Friday planned for last week that I never got around to posting so I figured you all wouldn’t mind if it just let it bounce on over to this week. And I must have a savvy shopper bragging moment. My pants. They are amazing. They are from J. Crew- meaning they actually fit my long and lean body the way clothes are supposed to fit, they’ll actually last more than a season (sorry Target, but your fabrics aren’t always the best), and that they would literally cost me an arm and a leg to get into them. However, this lady went shopping the day after Christmas, braved the crowds of determined returners and snatched up these $149 pants for a solid $20. I’m so proud of this purchase I could just burst.

J. Crew: 234873 Kelly: 1
Taking one back for the thrifty shoppers.



First off, these were my school colors for elementary and middle school so I kind of feel the need to say, Go Wildcats! (I have no idea if my elementary school had or has a mascot). Second of all, NO, my shirt is not on backwards, and congratulations, you are the one millionth person to ask!! You win a snarky look and a view at me and my buttons as we walk away singing “with silver buttons buttons buttons, all down her back back back”. And lastly, I understand that it’s a part of the name but these particular flats just make my feet look so… flat. I have a pretty serious anti-heel mentality (no need to be any taller over here folks) but I can’t help but look at this outfit and notice how flat my feet look, and therefore how my outfit basically just runs itself right into the ground. And now I know you’ve all just looked at my flat feet which just makes it worse.

Also, I finally figured out how to get rid of those annoying littler borders around my pictures (I actually invested time in this) and managed to use some of my coding skills that I stressed over like no other in college. I even had an a-ha! moment where I said, hey, that web-development class did prove to be useful! Then today I was messing with my little picture loading thing and noticed that you can simply set the border to 0. Like, you just type in a little 0. It kind of crushed me a bit. I’m actually going to pretend it’s not an option for a while longer and I’m choosing to code it in and imagine that I actually could create a web site if need be.

What has your winter style looked like?