With the return of sweaters, September & the pumpkin spice latte, it's truly autumn in blog land. I don't know what it is about the season that's so appealing; is it the crisp feel of the air? The scents & the colors & the fashion?
Whatever the case, anyone who's obsessed with fall can understand the following things:
1// Pumpkin spice is more than just a latte. The return of the beloved PSL signifies the new season in the air, right on the cusp of our lipstick-stained drink lids. 
2// The fashion is just better. There's no real rhyme or reason for this fact, it just is. Maybe it's the scarves. 
3// Target becomes even harder to resist. Where are the candles? GIVE ME ALL OF THEM.
4// It's okay to be basic. Every time I think we've finally retired that word, fall rolls around & there's a new string of  'basic' girl jokes that no one laughs at anymore. If being basic AF is your game, roll with it. It's all in the form. 
xo,

The Jinx

I guess you could say I'm a casual sports fan. I watch the games, have the apps, but sadly I'm not a Sarah. If anyone tries to talk sports with me I freeze up faster than high school Kaeleen during a math test. Maybe this makes me one of those fake fans everyone hates?
Maybe it's all for the best, though. Because, as I was sitting in my seat of the Rangers game, watching the seventh inning, I came to realize something I think I've known for a long time:
I am cursed.
Me. In the flesh. It seems to happen everytime. I can go about my day, casually checking the score of a game, not really thinking too much, and everything's fine. They usually end up winning, eruptions of cheers are had, it's a party. And then I sit. And I actually watch a game, invest those precious hours of my life into it. Stress out. And they lose.  I can't catch a break.

So, this is me, admitting the problem. That's the first step right? Maybe I should just quit sports altogether, then things wouldn't be so stressful! But where's the fun in that.
The more I write of this post, the more I'm positive there isn't really a point other than my rambling. I gotta keep it fresh, I guess? 
Just one more thing before I go: If you were a Ranger, what would your walk-up song be? Baseball never goes out of style, so I'd choose this one, obviously.
Come back Friday for a more coherent post, pinky promise!
xo,

Girl Discovers Shocking Revelation While Crying Into Wine Glass

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Two of my best friends graduated college this weekend & I got a mother's day card from my dog! So we're doing pretty great today, ya know, aside from the quarter-life crisis. Can those even exist before you hit 25?
Apparently yes. Yes they can. I've gotten to know the question "What am I doing with my life??" inappropriately well lately. It usually comes late at night, episodes deep into a netflix binge, or the middle of the day after I've spent twenty minutes I'll never get back editing a very staged photo. (but I do love the instant validation that comes with the likes, obviously) When I was a kid "adulting" seemed oh so glamorous. No bed time? Driving? College? FUN! (The college years of Boy Meets World really painted a very unrealistic expectation in my mind)
Unfortunately tiny Kae didn't take into consideration all the less than glam stuff like taxes and finding a job and resisting the urge to buy the entire Target inventory. Who knew?
Anyway. Back to the question. I think I've figured out the answer to it too. Besides wanting to be Alexa Chung, I DON'T KNOW. I have no idea what I'm doing. I know that I love this little space I've created & that I want to keep it & let it grow. Maybe that's all I need right now and I'm trying to be ok with the fact that I, in fact, don't have everything figured out.
Luckily I don't think you have to know exactly where you're going or what you're doing at any certain time. We're all just faking it, yay! But seriously folks, if you're Chandler Bing-ing it out, it's okay. 
PS I'm seriously reconsidering this post's post-worthiness, but too late for cold feet! 
xo,

Secrets To Running A Blog

I never knew what it took to run a blog until I actually had my own to run, and along the way I've learned lots of must-have behind the scenes secrets and lessons that I KNOW you're dying to know about. 

How do you do it all? The white rug instagrams, the looking-at-the-ground-and-smiling outfit photos? Actually writing posts? Today, those burning questions are answered.

1// Write. All the time. The best way to hone your craft is to do it, right?

2// Take the choice of your appointed photographer very seriously. (Trust me. it's rough out there for the blogger BF-less) 

3// Be yourself. Be weird. Weirdly fabulous? There is no judgment in blog world. (most days)

4//  When you're taking outfit photos, look at the ground a lot. Pretend there's a really big donut down there. Instagram likes guaranteed.... 

5// Blog consistently, but don't publish a post just to have one out. (This may contradict things, since this post is out there. Just go with it) 

6// If all else fails, remember: everybody loves a good list post.

Now spill your secrets......

xo,

How to Prepare for a Taylor Swift Concert

When preparing for a Taylor Swift concert, there's some important things to keep in mind:

Gather the essentials. Try not to cry. Cry anyway. Repeat. Sounds reasonable.

Army of essentials 

You'll need some staples for the night. Examples? Red lipstick. Camera. Glitter. In fact, cover yourself in the stuff. (Metaphorical glitter works too)

Try not to cry. 

I get it, this is like, a big deal or whatever. But try not to make a fool out of yourself, yeah? Get it together. 

Cry anyway.

Did you actually think you could get it together?

Repeat.

This awful great post is actually a lowkey (I started saying that word ironically and now I can't stop) way of trying to keep myself chill for the weekend.

That being said, tell me if you've seen her this tour. I wanna know ALL THE THINGS.

Guilt and Chanel No. 5

Lorelai Gilmore once proved she was able to tell if her mother had been in a room the moment Lorelai walked in it. When asked how, the answer was simple. 

"The room. It smells like guilt and Chanel No. 5."

That same rule of thought applies to knowing if I've just been to Target.

The entire space will smell like guilt, shame, and Starbucks. You might even hear the faint rustling of plastic bags in the distance. 

It's me, trying to hide from your judgement.

Don't lie, you know you do the same thing.

And the thoughts are all the same:

"I don't need this. Why am I putting it in my cart?"

"PRETTY"

"What did I come for again?"

Just the facts of life.....

She hit the (door)

It was a typical Texas spring afternoon, the weather seemingly changing every hour. I had just finished a glorious Sunday after-church meal at In-N-Out, and the day was all going according to plan.

That is, until I went to get in the car.

It happened in slow motion, like those overly dramatic moments on One Tree Hill that you couldn't help but be mesmerized by.

The whole scene would've made more sense if I were a bit er, intoxicated- like the time my cousin broke her ankle after tripping in her heels- {If you ever read this Melanie, sorry I outed you} but alas, I was sober as could be, my only buzz the glory of the Double-Double.

It didn't really even hurt at first. I've hit my head on something like, a million times before, so this was nothing. Ooooor so I thought.

One second it was just me opening the door, and then, about halfway through my journey to the seat, the pain. You know how on Vampire Diaries {oh, how I miss when that show was good} when a vampire is transitioning all of their emotions are heightened? That's how it suddenly felt and I told myself it was just a freaky coincidence.

After all, I am an anxiety-filled, emotional creature and this is totally normal right please tell me this is normal.

However, after a quick google search told me this was, in fact, a sign of a concussion, I wanted to cry and laugh at the thought of getting one from a car door. 

As suspected, one trip to the ER and some swallowed pride later, that was the diagnosis. At least I wasn't actually becoming a vampire and have to feed in 24 hours or ya know, die.

This one was the mildest of cases, at least, so I can laugh about it. Because what else can ya do?

And hey, it makes for a pretty good blog story.

#BeMine

Instead of stressing over not having a valentine, {lol} I've spent some time thinking about who/ what could be my valentine if it were possible. 

And then I took a good hard look at my life.

1// Pizza. You're always there, man. You never let me down. Thanks for that. #BeMine?

2// Starbucks. Or any coffee, really. You're my right hand man, the one that keeps the blood flowin. I really just have a lot of love for you. #BeMine?

3// Anyone in the history of ever who has called me cute. Shoutout to you. #BeMine?

4// Target. Keep doin' you. Keep making my bank account cry. It loves it, trust me. I love you, too. #BeMine?

5// Rimmel Kate Moss 107 lipstick. Thank you, you little magical tube of color. #BeMine?

6// Justin Timberlake. Listen. I know you got your girl and I respect that. But please. Just on the 14th.... #BeMine?

If you could pick aaanything to be your valentine, what would it be? Tell, tell!

*Today I'm linking up with the lovely Helene and Sarah. {And thanks for the post inspiration}

Blocked

The writer's block has been real lately and I was searching for inspiration when I got the genius idea to write about writer's/blogger's/whatever's block. 

So meta. Or something.

I've thought of eight ways to fight that pesky block and get back on track. Trust me on this, because I'm such an expert. 

1// Waste like five hours of your day on tumblr. Reblog all the things and then look back on your choices. At least two blog posts can come from that, easy.

2// Stalk your favorite blogs and wonder how they make it look so simple. I know you know what I'm talking about. 

3// Eat pop-tarts. Don't ask. Just do.

4// Think about all the people who are younger than you and way more successful. {I'm lookin at you, miss Lorde} Kinda makes you wanna write the next great American novel so you can show them up, doesn't it? You're welcome.

5// Read 365 Blog Topic Ideas. All the ideas in one place.

6// Imagine what life would be like as a pretty little liar. How would you get rid of A? What outfits would you wear while doing so? Ooooh, interesting. Boom. Blog post.

7// Go shopping. Again, don't ask questions, grasshopper. Just do. Kaeleen says.

8//  Step away. Write when inspiration finds you, or you find it. It always seems better that way.

Tell me how you fight writers block!