I havent blogged in what seems like a year or two. Life has been too much fun to sit down and document. I graduated in December, went home and celebrated Christmas with my family, spent time with Casey while he was home, spent New Year’s Eve in Atlanta with my home girl, and started graduate school. Pretty full schedule for about a month. When New Years rolls around every year I pretty much make fun of (in my head) all the people that post their resolutions. “I want to only eat out on Tuesdays and lose 3 pounds”. Posts like that really make me cringe…but they got me thinking. I started thinking about what I wanted to do differently this year. I can’t say they are my resolutions because I make fun of people who make resolutions- so i’ll call them life goals. Because really, I should strive to be better every year. As I started thinking about how I wanted to try to better myself, I thought about the people closest to me. I feel like I am so blessed and sometimes I forget how lucky I am to be surrounded with such supportive and loving family and friends. So this year, I have decided to try use the people around me as inspiration
My brother is the best friend you could ever ask for. He’s one of those people who you could call in the middle of the night and he would be there in about two minutes. He’s loyal and genuinely has everyone’s best interest at heart. This year I’m going to try to be a friend more like Connor.
My mom is the sweetest. I mean sweetest sweetest. That’s probably why her permanent nickname is Lovie. She has the best heart and treats everyone with kindness. She has a degree in social work, which further shows that she has a heart of gold. I hope this year I can treat people with more kindness..like Lovie.
My Dad is ride or die. I know that I can call him and that he will always be on my side and help me out of tricky situations. A few years ago I didn’t sleep for about a week straight. Literally a week. I would lie in bed at night and calculate my grades in my head and I knew there was no way on earth I was going to pass not one, but possibly two classes. It was a really hard time for me. I would call home and my dad could always talk me through it. I hope this year I can have someone’s back like he has always had mine.
Casey treats me like gold. I feel so lucky to have someone who supports me 110% and genuinely loves me. His good qualities are endless; he’s sweet and funny and makes me laugh non-stop. He’s also very laid-back and calm, which I’m not so used to. I am high-strung and usually running about 90 to nothing. This year I’d like to take a page from Casey’s book and sit back and take it all in sometimes.
Meg is my best friend for a reason…she’s the best. There really is no substitute for being able to call and talk to someone who literally knows every aspect of your life. No story needs a back story or intro because she was there when everything happened before. It’s awesome. Meg is pure fun. When we are together we are silly and always have fun…which is really what life is about. This year I want to not sweat the small things and focus on spending this year being 24 and having fun in life like Meg. Who am I kidding, she will probably be right there with me.
One thing that I’ve learned the past few weeks: it is crazy how much time you will find on your hands when you live in a city with no friends! Well, I have a few (grand total of three), but seriously I have a lot of time on my hands. Obviously school work is time consuming, but I decided to start working out at night to take up some of the time. I’ve always enjoyed working out, but never really made time for it because I had more pressing and important matters to deal with at 6 or 7 PM (i.e. getting ready /pregaming for swaps, going out, etc). The whole “no friends deal” really clears that little problem up!
I’ve had my mind set on doing crossfit for a few months but decided to wait until after Christmas break to start. So at the end of January, my friend Abby and I bit the bullet and started the crossfit process. We did our three beginner classes to learn the ropes and did our first class Wednesday. I can tell it’s going to be one of those things that will take a few months to love. Let’s all hope I like this more than pure barre (oh hell naw) because this is much more expensive! The gym I’m going to has a MMA fightcon class I can take too which is so much fun. Abby snapped a picture of me after our first class…
I should probably take my measurements and take a good “before” picture to be able to look back on!
I’ve also been doing a few hot yoga classes here in Tuscaloosa. I went with meg a few times in huntsville and thought it was great..it’s a hard workout. The yoga place here, however, smells like a petting zoo which distracts the hell out of me. I end up breathing out of my mouth to avoid the animal smell and then I sound like a deep breathing creep. Lose lose situation.
Hopefully I will have some updates on my crossfit adventure in the future!
For the entire duration of my undergrad at UA I drove 2.5 hours (one way) just to get my hair done. Katherine has done my hair for the last seven or eight years and I am pretty much in love with her. She rules. Walking around campus and seeing chicks with fried hair, yellow hair, and brassy hair left me too scared to check out any salons in Tuscaloosa. I finally made the switch to a salon in Birmingham last Friday…and……..drumroll…….I am obsessed.
It was quite a switch up! I switched from a relaxing salon that smells lovely and plays tranquil music to a small hair salon where I heard stories about my hair dresser and his partner dressing up in drag on Saturday nights. Best transition ever. He probably thinks I’m sort of a freak for bringing in printed pins from Pinterest, it it worked! We went with a lot of long layers because it looks better when I curl it.
I am curling iron obsessed. I always tried to fool around with them and it looked OK….but once my hairdresser took 15 minutes with me and really showed me how to use them, it was game over! I was browsing Ulta the other day (literally my favorite thing to do) I stumbled upon the Bed Head Rock N Roller wand:
I was instantly intrigued…. but it was $35.00. $35 is really not that bad for a curling iron, but I don’t want to blow that much on something that I know nothing about. For all I knew it could give me Shirley Temple curly (no thanks). The other day as I was walking around, the curling iron was on sale for $16 so I snatched it up. I’m pretty obsessed. I have natural curls/waves and these curls look so much more natural to me than a regular iron. The bubble pattern gives it a more messy look.
Is it just me or do red lips make everything look better? The only problem…you are going to look like Ronald McDonald/ridiculous when it smears on your face. I have experience in that area. There are pictures to prove it (I was unaware- quite embarrassing!) I have moved on from red lipstick to….lip STAIN! Best of both worlds! Right now I am loving a few different ones.
Fiery by Tarte (on the far right)
Also Exposed by Tarte (second from left) worn in the picture below:
A few others:
Laura Mercier -$20
Stila Lip and Cheek Stain -$25
I tried and HATED:
Revlon Just Bitten and Covergirl Outlast. They dried out my lips and it looked pretty gross.
If you follow me on twitter you probably already know this….but I did it again. I will start from the beginning. I was lying in bed about to drift off to sleep when I thought I felt something move on my arm. I looked and saw nothing. THEN it happened… I freaked out. Not a small freak out either. You see, this happens about once every two months. Every few months I imagine that I feel bed bugs in my bed. Once I think I felt something, I begin to itch ridiculously all over. I’m talking about head, face, arms, legs, everything!
It is like game-over as far as sleep goes when this happens. I got out of bed, stripped the sheets, and looked insanely for over an hour. From there I did some late-night research on bed bugs..apparently they look like tiny specs of pepper. I then got on my hands and knees looking for the “pepper appearance” all around my bed. Of course there was nothing. I am just insane. It just feels like so much more in the moment!
I don’t even know if woman crush Wednesday is a real thing, but whatever I just made it one. Olivia Palermo has always been one of my fashion icons and lately, she has been KILLIN it. She seemed like a miserable person on The Hills, but I have pretty much convinced myself that she was just portrayed that way. I think she is pretty much perfection. Her boyfriend, on the other hand, now he IS perfection. I YIYI!
I just threw the last one in there to make everyone as jealous as I was when I saw it. I have seen a few of Olivia’s outfits that I said “umm…?” to, though. She has tried out some jean on jean and some floral on floral that looked like a hot ass mess. Whose style do you admire?
I am the boot queen. My mother insists i’m the only person who wears boots all Summer. She just doesn’t get it. I love them.
My boyfriend, Casey, coined the term “boot queen” for me and it has stuck for a few years. It is a known fact that it isn’t a party unless i’ve packed at least two pairs of boots! Funny story… Last year my college went to the National Championship in New Orleans (and dominated I might add!) and I rode down there with my boyfriend and his family. I adore them; they’re the best. To begin, I am a weird person and a Frye boot hoarder and I always keep them in the box so that they don’t get messed up! When I travel I usually just take them in the boxes. SO, Casey’s dad is packing up their SUV and we are all just kind of standing there hoping somehow everyone’s things will fit so we can leave. He is about 75% of the way through when he puts one huge Frye boot box in the back and is trying to shove the second huge box in there. He obviously has no idea what they are and assumed they were my boyfriend’s or his brother’s and turns around and says “Casey! What in the hell are these things??”. I died laughing and told him they were mine and he quickly turned around and continued shoving them in the SUV. It was hilarious to me because he never would have said that if he had known they were mine in the first place! Casey totally thinks I’m a crazy boot hoarder and he’s pretty much cool with it. Just another reason he rules.
I think I am at about 15 pairs which is almost embarrassing but lately I’ve seen where the trend this Fall is all about booties! I love booties. They totally mix up an outfit in a funky way, which I love. I have a few pair of booties:
Frye Wyatt Stud Short Bootie
Frye Leslie Zip Bootie
I also count combat boots as booties! Easy way to make an outfit look cool.
Frye Jenna Disc (Taken from my Instagram account)
After looking at these pics….I think i’m in a stud phase at the moment!
This weekend I made a last minute decision to go to Atlanta to tailgate and hangout since Alabama was playing Virginia Tech. I am SO happy that I ended up going, I had the best time! It really felt like an Alabama reunion. I got to see all my long lost homies!
The same weekend, Atlanta also hosted DRAGONCON….which is where all the weirdos of the USA unite. I took a quick video..
(L>R) Leslie, Me, Kit, Beth, Karl, Sarah Holland
(L>R) Sarah Holland, Liz, Karl and Me
So happy to see Leslie and Kit
And the result of Friday night:
Karly snapped this little gem of Liz and me when we were on stage at some latino club….long night! I love hanging out with Liz. We always have the best time, she is so much fun.
The game was at 4:30 on Saturday and only one of my friends had a ticket. We got up and got ready and headed down to The Dome to tailgate and a series of unfortunate events followed. The cab dropped us off by accident two miles from where we were supposed to be. That would have been fine, but Atlanta was about 150 degrees that day and we were extremely hungover. I am about 100% sure that I drank my body weight in vodka redbulls the night before. We got to the tailgate to see there was no where to sit and there was no shade. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes because I was so hot/tired/hungover/exhausted I was about to lose it. Liz and I headed up to a restaurant and cooled out for about two hours then we were ready to go again. Thank God there was somewhere for us to sit in the AC and cool off….we couldn’t have made it much further. After that, it was game on and we felt 100% better! We went to Stats and watched the game then headed back to Buckhead to go out that night.
On the way, Liz spotted a Ferris Wheel and insisted we ride it. Insisted would be a very light term. She basically told me that if we did not ride the Ferris Wheel she was going to die. She even said she was buying. So I was like, eh what the hell, lets do it (even though Ferris Wheels and heights freak me out). I caved and we stood in line for about 10 minutes waiting on our 10 minute ride overlooking Atlanta. As we got up to the front, the ushers that let you on/off the gondolas were looking at us weird. It was at that time we realized that we looked like lesbians.
Two chicks, sort of drunk, laughing and pumped to get on the Ferris Wheel together…apparently that looks like lesbians. So we got closer to the line and I kind of blurted out “we are not lesbians!!” The 18-ish year old gondola ushers literally looked at each other and DIED laughing. They got us onto the Ferris Wheel and it was a really cool experience. I am super glad that we went on it. It was a tad quiet, so I turned on the song “Cashing Out” by Ca$h Out and Liz and I rapped it and looked at the pretty views. Never a dull moment! Here is a silly video from the Ferris Whee
I am a graduating from The University of Alabama in three months. I have been around the block long enough to hear hundreds of girls proudly claiming that they are at UA “looking for their MRS degree”.
I literally cringe every time that come out of a girl’s mouth. I can’t even give them a courtesy smile. What in the hell goes through these people’s minds? Why are you spending $3500/semester on tuition to look for a man? Shame on you.
It’s the girls described above that bring women down as a whole.
Make your own money. Live your own dreams. Be proud of yourself for what YOU accomplish in life.
I had been counting down for a total of 94 days. THEN, it finally came! It was finally time to go to Miami with two of my girlfriends. I lived with Peggy for three years in college and then moved into the Alpha Gam house. When I moved into the Alpha Gam house, Peggy moved into a house off campus with a few of her friends which included Sydney, her pledge sister. Peggy graduated in four years but Sydney and I took a little victory lap.
We had become friends through Peggy, so I moved into the house that she used to live in and my second senior year I lived with Sydney and three other girls I had never met before. It was a weird experience but it turned out well because I became close with Sydney. ( I also became close with a girl named Hannah who moved to LA that I miss dearly!) Back to the point: Since Peggy and Syd were close and Syd and I were close we all started doing things together. The Peggy and I went to visit Syd in Buckhead earlier this year and the three of us had a ball. We decided to go to Miami and booked a room with a balcony at the Fountainbleau. Sydney goes to Miami often and stays there, but it was Peg and I’s first time to go.
I had NO idea what to pack. NONE. I looked online and saw pictures of either woman in Louboutins and Gucci dresses or $9 club dresses that looked like they were from K-Mart. I literally threw some cocktail dresses and about 8 bathing suits in my luggage and called it a night. I then headed to Huntsville to eat some mexican food with my family (i’m sure that helped my bikini bod). That night when I got home I threw in a dress I bought on sale a few weeks ago I planned to wear for New Years Eve and went to sleep. Peg and I took the 6:45 flight to Atlanta where we met up with Syd to get on the plane to MIA.
We were sitting there waiting to get on the plane to Miami and I handed Peg my phone to try to set up an app for me. The pilot came out and addressed us and all of the other people waiting to board his plane. He was a serious ass. He literally had a microphone and was telling us about how everyone needed to turn and face his direction when he was speaking and listen to him? What is this, Kindergarten? You are not the principal here, buddy. The waiting area has seats in all different directions so people were trying to crane their necks to listen to him talk about how he was a fighter pilot for 20 something odd years. He then stopped mid sentence and yelled for everyone to “put their precious little phones away and look at him.” He was literally staring at Peg who was zoned into trying to get the app to work on my phone. She didn’t hear him, or flench. I could hear people giggle around us. This guy was so rude that Syd and I looked at each other and didn’t even let Peg know that she was being shouted-out by the pilot. He shouted her out about 4 times. She never looked up. It was so bizarre. He finally stopped talking about his glory days and we were able to board the plane.
We got to Miami at noon, then jumped in the car with a taxi driver who listened to some booty poppin’ music the whole drive there. That’s always a good sign about the weekend ahead. We then arrived at the Fountainbleau and it was GORGEOUS. I mean….really to die for. And the employees, so friendly. We went to the desk and the guy upgrades us on the spot. So exciting. We get to the room and it is like an extended stay hotel room with a king, pullout, fridge, etc….and it is HUGE. We are squealing by this point.
The three of us were ready head down to the pool. We didn’t just throw on any old swimsuits though. As I said before, Syd goes to Miami all the time and wears some brazilian-thong-ish numbers. We decided YOLO and convinced Peg to throw on one and went to the pool. It was gorgeous. We drank our body weight in miami vices ($27/each…damn!) by the beach then headed to the pool to check it out. We ran into a group of guys who were there for a bachelor party and were really nice. We gave them our numbers and told them if they wanted to hang later to let us know. I really didn’t think we would hear from them again.
We played music and got ready and were really excited to check out LIV that night. I was trying to put on eyeliner when I saw Peg’s eyes grow HUGE and she ran into the bathroom. Peg really had a look of sheer terror on her face. I ran in after her and she then informed me that she had mistaken shower gel for mouthwash. I haven’t laughed that hard in a year or two. We then went to dinner and we put on our cocktail dresses to go to the bar downstairs before we tried to get into LIV. I ordered a vodka tonic ($25, but whatevs im on vacay here!) and turned around to a nice man in a suit asking if we were going to LIV. We said yes and he said he had a table and wanted to know if we wanted to sit at it. I later found out that he was a promoter and that a table at LIV costs a few grand a night. We partied at the table in the middle of the club all night and it was probably one of the best nights of my life. At one point, we were dancing on the back of the seating area. It was a hard surface. Someone must have put a drink on there or I must have had one (or seven) too many vodka waters because the next thing I knew, I was falling backwards off of the surface. The concrete floor was about four or five feet below. I don’t know what happened but somehow I ended up grabbing the edge on my way down and landed on my feet. A few of the security guards that were guarding our table rushed over and one was like “I really have no idea how you landed on your feet.” I silently thanked God and the security guard picked me up and put me right back on the table. We continued partying until our eyelids were heavy then took it on upstairs.
The next day, we went to the beach for a few hours and I ate a nasty $25 chicken sandwhich for breakfast because I thought I was going to starve. By lunchtime I was still full and I saw that the guys from the day before had texted us saying they had a cabana (two grand to rent and a minimun $1400 tab) and for us to come. Syd and Peg ate lunch at the restaurant and I told them that I would go check out their situation and let them know whether we should go or bail. I walked over to the pool and couldn’t find them. They told me to go to the “21 and over” area so I did and I must have looked lost. A security guard asked if I was “Miss Rachael” and led me over to the cabana. Apparently they had told the guard to look for me. I knew it was going to be a good day. I texted the other two and told them I was putting my phone in the safe in the cabana and to bring it on! Apparently when they came, the guards asked them if they were with Miss Rachael? They were like uhmmm yes? What a funny thing to hear when you aren’t expecting it. We drank $500 bottles of champagne, swam and hung out all day. It was amazing
We were some tired chicks that night. We went out for a little bit but called it an early night.
The next day (Sunday) we hung at the pool and again drank our body weight in miami vices, and we also met some cool British guys. The bachelor party guys didn’t have a cabana that day so we just chilled with our little threesome. We heard that The Band Perry was going to be doing a concert at the fb that night and decided to go. It was $75 for tickets and an open bar for two hours. Great decision to go! There were only about 400 people there and The Band Perry is the real deal. That ended at about 10:00 or so, then went back up to our room to pre-game and change clothes. I put on my New Years Eve outfit (I did not bring the right clothes and I was desperate!) and then we went to go meet up with the British guys. They were hilarious. That night we ended up just partying at the bar in the Fountainbleau.
For about four years now I have been told: “You need to have a blog.”
I have been putting it off because I have better things to do with my time, like watch the First 48 and drink Grapico, but the final straw was two days ago.
As I turned to walk towards the escalator at Belk, a mother and grandmother were fooling with a stroller trying to at the bottom of the entrance. The grandmother, holding the infant, stepped on the escalator two steps ahead of me. I couldn’t help but notice this woman’s ensemble. She was rocking a skin tight, all black outfit with the kind of 4 inch clear heels I would imagine a stripper wearing. Obviously my thoughts were: “Hell, if I weigh 84 pounds at 65 I’d rock a stripper outfit too. Right on.” I am entranced by stripper grandma when she tries to shift her stance on the step. Somehow the pin point heel of the stripper shoes had gotten caught in the groove of the step and she screeches and starts to fall sideways/backwards. I yell some “AGGHHH” type noise and spastically jump onto the step above me. We end up with her entire back side on my chest with her head on my left shoulder. We ride the rest of the way up the escalator as people in a 45 foot range around us watch utterly confused. When we get to the top she pulls her stripper heel loose, get off, looks at me, yells something in a language I do not understand, then walked away. Just a day in the life of Rachael.
Things of that nature literally occur daily, so I decided everyone was right. I caved and made a blog.
These are a few of the people who will most likely end up in most of my stories:
I am currently in the middle of one of my first DIY projects in a long time. The fourth of July has been my favorite holiday for as long as I can remember. The past few years my boyfriend and I have dressed up for the occasion in full American flag gear (which I love).
Now, I see that American flag shorts are actually in style and i’m slightly obsessed with them. I am not, however, willing to spend $80 on them. I looked it up online and I am in the middle of making some American flag shorts. I will post pics tomorrow when I have the final project!
I am going to try to make my shorts look as much like the topshop shorts as possible! Wish me luck!
I am loving this Summer’s tribal trend. I decided that I had to jump on board ASAP. My motto is: If Kim Kardashian is doing it, so am I. JOKE. Obviously. Although she does rock it pretty hard. I really wanted some tribal shorts that would be easy to pair with a solid top. I looked around, but I didn’t feel like spending $348 on BCBG shorts that I could only wear a few times this Summer. Tribal pants aren’t exactly an item you can wear everyday because they are so memorable. I lived next door to a girl this winter that wore the same pair of crimson jeans and a HUGE fur vest every other day, though. I started referring to her as “Crimson”…so if you want to be known as “Tribal,” then go ahead and do the damn thing everyday.
I am not a huge fan of Forever 21. They have a store FULL of junk and a few cute pieces if you look for three and a half hours. With that being said, I did buy a white top with crochet on the sleeves for about $25.00 that is identical to a $350 Johnny Was top. It’s my favorite. I was digging through the store the other day and came across these tribal shorts and obviously had to buy them ($17.50.)
When I was walking out I also noticed a cute pair of leapord shorts for the same price. Like the tribal shorts, I can’t wear them a lot, but I will definitely get $17.50 out of them.
I SAY that I won’t be able to wear them often, but y’all might start calling me “Cheetah” or “Tribal” by the end of the Summer!
A few days ago I was browsing online and saw that my favorite boutique in Huntsville, Envy, got in a pair of really cute shoes that were decently priced. I usually steer clear of cheaper shoes because my feet start to hurt easily, but for $28 I thought they were worth a shot. I pre-ordered them from their website and picked them up the following week. The shoe is the made by Bamboo and is called the Leanne 34.
As you will see in this blog, I am semi-obsessed with shoes, but I am completely obsessed with Frye shoes of all kinds (especially boots). They are the most comfortable brand of shoes, always fit well, and they last forever. Frye is the oldest shoe company in America, so they are obviously doing something right. If you have seen me in the past year when it was remotely warm outside, there was about a 95% chance I was wearing my favorite sandals, the Frye Amelie Two piece. A boy in my materials class even asked if I owned another pair of shoes.
I got these shoes at Belk for $158 and literally wore them out (which is a hard thing to do with Frye shoes).
Another reason that I love Frye is because there is a TWO year warranty on every pair of their shoes. Regardless of where you bought them within the past two years, you just ship them back with the receipt and they will fix or replace them. It takes a few weeks to get them back, and my feet have been hurting wearing my other sandals. I searched on the internet and found them for $68 on Amazon in dark brown. I got the last pair in my size and they came in today. Love it!
Every once in a while, I decided I would blog about a few things I’m in love with this week! Here we go…
#1 Moroccan Oil for my hair!
I have been using this for a few weeks on my ends when I get out of the shower, It helps with the frizz and makes the curls look better! Here is what my hair looks like with no products except the oil. There is an expensive version, but this is like $7 at Target.
#2 my new red Frye boots!
I am obsessed! They are such a cute style and length for summer! There are still a few pair on amazon left in red and other colors, too!
#3 my bestie rocking the weekend news in Huntsville!
It is a an antique 6′ Louis XV style mirror that came out of an estate in Shreveport. I have always wanted a huge mirror and this is to die for. Pictures really don’t do the detailing justice!
#5 my new sandals…I don’t know how to describe them
I was shopping with Lovie in Franklin, TN and found these awesome sandals that you can put different cloth straps on and tie any way you want! I got teal, leopard, and off white straps and I am loving all the cool ways you can tie them.
#6 Last….but not least, my precious ABBYYYYY!
Abby the lab is the sweetest animal alive! She’s my all time #1 obsession!