ramblings of a Southern sass

I still have wedding on the brain ever since ogling over this wedding on StyleMePretty. Just a few more pictures because I’m obsessed. (Seriously, it’s almost unhealthy.)

I’m nannying 6:30 a.m. to 6:30 p.m. today (Yep. That wasn’t a typo.) so I am taking a much needed time out to scan wedding websites. I’m currently letting Anna and Molly go to town painting masterpieces of dogs, trees, rainbows, and the occasional dinosaur. I have a feeling I will regret this decision come clean up time, but I’m so desperate for my 20 minutes of coffee and solitude that I don’t care if they paint a mural on the wall at this point.

In other news…I’ve found that I tend to get on “kicks” when it comes to my blog browsing and shopping. The start of fall brought about a couple weeks of being on a clothing kick. My search history showed pages and pages of shoe and clothing websites. Visions of sweaters, scarves, tights and boots swirled in my head.

Then, around the middle of October I switched to a decorating kick. Most of my free time lately has been spent perusing furniture stores and the Target home section, saving pictures in the Decor file of my computer and furnishing my [future] house with monopoly money. There was a very brief food fetish and then back to home decor.

The home decor kick lasted up until yesterday when I came across the gorgeous Georgetown wedding and now I’ve shifted gears to a wedding kick. And even more specially today, wedding dresses.

I am up to my eyeballs in silk, lace, satin, chiffon, taffeta and tulle and I.don’t.hate.it.

(this looks exactly like the dress from 27 dresses)

And sidenote—love these sweet yet sassy gloves! I have a mild large infatuation for vintage gloves. I will literally try on ever pair I come across when antique shopping.

Who cares the status of my left hand. Did you notice the pockets?!

Meet my fabulous roommates. Each one special to me in a unique way.

This is our house that has been nicknamed “the brothel” because according to Kennesaw law 5 or more unrelated girls living together is considered exactly that. A brothel. The red-light distriiiiict. Luda would be proud. The only thing that saves us is that we each have our own room with a closet and a window. Apparently that means something.

(That’s my 2fast, 2furious Celica that I thought was cool in high school. Now it’s just good for racing in the streets…sike—that’s for you Amy!)

Yes, we are aware that the nickname is inappropriate, but it’s just one of those jokes that stuck and 3 years later it rolls off our tongues without a second thought.

One of my favorite nights of the week is Thursday because it’s roommate dinner followed by Echo, a local college ministry we attend every week. There is nothing I love more than eating, laughing and worshiping with my sweet roomies. My heart smiles every time I look down the row at the girls I call my best friends, eyes closed and arms raised, glorifying the only one worthy of praise.

The girls that know my carpet always looks like I killed a bird thanks to my duvet cover. The girls that know I put my hair on the shower wall because I don’t want to have to pull it of of the drain later. (Did you just gag? Because I did) The ones who I have screamed with over killing gross bugs. The girls that sit on the edge of my bed and talk about life with me. The girls that I will forever remember having countless memories with inside these walls.

Wow, talk about a serious sentimental ramble. I’m going to stop there before the tears get out of control. ALL OF THAT WAS TO SAY…it was my turn to cook dinner last night. But, the dinner is not what I want to share with you. It’s the dessert. Oh, dessert—what a wonderful word.

I knew I wanted to make something festive for the season so when I stumbled upon Real Simple’s recipe for pumpkin cupcakes with cream cheese frosting I knew I had a winner.

I don’t even like pumpkin, but these little mini mountains were delicious and SO easy to make that I had to pass it on. (Not to mention cheap for those of us who still haven’t attained a big girl job)

If you don’t believe me stop by and try one! But you better hurry because food, especially cupcakes, doesn’t last long around here.

Happy fall and happy baking!

P.S. I added extra pumpkin pie spice to mine, but to each their own :)

(recipe and cupcake images via jones design company)

I typically prefer more “matchiness” when it comes to bridesmaids dresses, but I have to say I’m loving the freedom this bride gave her friends on her very special day.

How much easier and more affordable for the bride’s inner circle?! Everyone ends up with something they love.

Say goodbye to the wear-it-once-and-then-put-in-the-back-of-your-closet-until-you-have-the-guts-to-get-rid-of-it dress!

Friends—feel free to remind me of this post when my big day arrives.

(images via bippityboppityboo)

Just found this sweater in Rachel Zoe’s picks on Piperlime for a whopping (an understatement in my college girl eyes and wallet)…$395.

I bought this sweater last week at Forever 21 for a pretty $17.90 and have been rocking it with everything.

$395??  That’s 22 Forever sweaters. Highway robbery as Mama would say.

Highway. Robbery.

I’m going to go ahead and pat myself on the back now.

I’m suppose to be studying, but instead I’m busy falling more and more in l-o-v-e with mirrored furniture. It can make any room look elegant and I mean any.

I’m currently dreaming of mirrored furniture welcoming guests into my [future] humble abode just like these entryways.

And why yes, I think I will take one for my [future] bathroom as well.

But why stop there—how about a bedside table while we’re at it?

(Sidenote: Loving that headboard.)

Perhaps a mirrored dresser gracing our presence in the living room too.

Love the idea of a mirrored coffee table…

or armoire.

…and definitely don’t hate the look of this footboard either!

Ok my obsession has to stop for right now.

I need to go before the boyfriend returns from playing Gentlemen Only, Ladies Forbidden and finds me being far from studious.

Eeek! “I’m a good girl I am.”

The Braves season is over. Bobby has managed his last game and I feel lost. It is the end of an era. My childhood is officially over with the completion of Cox’s career.

Ok. Yes. I am being dramatic (I really might need to be hospitalized when Chipper hangs up his cleats though). But, it’s sad to think that never again will Bobby Cox be the face of the Bravos. Never again will he suit up and post up in the dugout to cheer on our beloved team. Never again will my adrenaline pump when he makes a beeline for the ump after a bad call.

{April sent this to me and I feel your pain ump. I would be lying if I said I didn’t cry like a baby shed a few tears during Bobby’s last post game press conference.}

Never again will I chant “BOBBY! BOBBY!” when he gets himself tossed for telling an umpire what’s up.

Life without Bobby? This simply won’t do. So I have come up with a brilliant beyond brilliant plan to keep him around.

Seeing as I don’t have any living grandparents, it makes perfect sense that Bobby should adopt me as his granddaughter.

I know, I know…it’s genius.

I’ve given it some serious thought and I venture to say that my biological grandfather, Grandbob (coincidence that they have the same name? I.think.not.), would not be offended at all. In fact, being a die hard Braves fan himself, I’m almost positive Grandbob would applaud me for my fantastic taste.

I could visit Grandpa Bobby at his farm in Calhoun. Take Cox family photos in my Braves jersey. Play a little catch in the backyard.

I think he would go for it. Fine…maybe not. Whatever.

Either way, I tip my hat to you, #6.

Thanks for the 25 great and memorable years.

Fredi Gonzalez — you have some mighty HUGE shoes to fill.

Oh anthro.

If you only knew how much I would love to gallivant about town using this adorable hat to keep my ears warm. (That is, of course, if the weather would make up its mind!)

Alas, I have a feeling my fro sticking out the sides might not be the fashion statement I’m looking for.

But like that has ever stopped me before. Insert last Christmas:

Adding it to my fall wish list right now.

Melt my heart.

Watched this video yesterday, which came at the perfect time because I just added these beauts to my shoe collection a week ago yesterday (if that makes sense).

I wore them every day last week. No exaggeration. I’m talking Monday through Friday and have already been able to share the TOMS One for One campaign with several people because of it.

Random Macy fact: I function on a serious prize/reward system. You name it, I will probably give myself a prize for it. Working a 12 hour day automatically means stopping on the way home for a prize (aka a McDonald’s $1 sweet tea). I study for an hour and then reward myself with 15 minutes of blog reading. Straight A’s last semester was suppose to mean a new watch until I got a speeding ticket [BUST] and a 96 on my Research Methods test last week validated new nail polish.

Clean my room, get a prize. Finish a paper, you guessed it—prize. Brush my teeth. Say hello to my little prize. Ok not really, but you get the picture.

Anyway, Andrew’s sweet mama caught on to my system. She informed me the other day that she had a prize for me. When I opened the bag there were the burlap TOMS I had been pinching pennies for. Good listening must be a Turner family trait. Needless to say— I was thrilled and have been prancing around in them ever since.

Thanks again Mrs. Debbie! Thanks for providing a child with a pair of shoes on my behalf.

If you don’t already own TOMS I urge you to buy a pair. If you already own a pair I encourage you to buy another pair (a shirt or hat works too). Be a part of something bigger than just a fashion statement. Be a part of changing a child’s life. Create that special moment that Blake was talking about for a kid in need. I promise you won’t regret it.

This is my sister, Allie. (The ensemble is for a nerd-themed party)

I hadn’t seen her since she packed up and headed back to Berry [college] a couple of weeks ago for school. Recently she went home to hang out with the rents so, of course, I made my way on home too because I hate missing a family affair.

What do you think the first thing she said to me was?

Not “Oh hello my favorite sister that I have missed so much”. Not “Oh my you are looking fabulously thin these days”. Not even “Hi there. Good to see you, Mace”.

Nope. In true Allie fashion (because sarcasm is a dominant gene in my family) she said, “Oh man, I found the perfect shirt for you!” She then proceeds to pull out a magazine, flip several pages and point to this little number.

Yep. “RESPECT THE POOF”.

And she’s not talking Jersey Shore Snooki poof like the shirt implies either. She means crazy, curly-haired, frizzy poof.

Awesome. Thanks a lot, sister. Go ahead and laugh with your cute, perfectly straight, angled bob haircut. Laugh.it.up. The hair jokes never get old. Really…

Now, if I’m being honest…on the inside I’m cracking up because it’s hilarious and I could seriously care less, but on the outside I can’t let little sister know that I think she’s funny. Instead I give her a noogie and tell her to shut her pie hole because that is just how the sibling game is played.

Point for Allie, but ssshhhh don’t tell her :)

I am a firm believer that one thing a girl can never have too many pairs of is boots. Cowboy boots, riding boots, ankle boots, heeled boots, and the ever ugly, but oh so cozy Ugg boots all currently claim residence in my closet. I’m talking black, brown, camel, suede, leather, pleather [thaaaaank you Payless], rubber, sheepskin. You name it, I love it as you can see here…

here…

and here.

So with the fall weather rapidly approaching [PTL], I have already been boot browsing and have my heart set on lots a few pairs (just don’t tell my bank account—eek!).

Top three on my list:

Hunter wellies.

I actually bought a pair last year, experienced a bad case of buyers remorse and returned them. However, every time it has rained since that fateful day I’ve wished I could slide these babies on and splash through every puddle in sight. I’ve tried to settle for a Target pair. Actually, I really wish I would buy a reasonably priced pair, but the silver spoon in my mouth when it comes to fashion just won’t have it. Instead, I have been taking every babysitting, dog sitting and house sitting job I can to afford my expensive boot addiction on a college girl budget. Now all I have to do is decide on a color…

First comes Hunter, the comes Frye.

Frye’s Melissa Short Canvas boots to be exact. I first laid eyes on these a couple weeks ago at an Off Saks outlet mall in St. Augustine. They didn’t have my size and it’s a good thing because I probably would have used the five-finger discount right out the front door (I’m kidding…kind of). But seriously, I would sleep in these boots if I owned them.

And last, but certainly not least…duck boots.

One of my roomies, Jessie, and I have discussed owning a pair of duck boots since we were freshman. I personally don’t think any Southern belle can go wrong owning a pair because you never know when a cute Southern gentlemen (notice the emphasis on gentlemen, ladies) is going to dress you in camo and drag you into the woods to hunt. Or in my case, your best friend from good ole’ Albany takes you to the family farm to shoot skeet. Either way, I would kill for a pair to call mine.

These are just a few of my faves.

What are your boot must-haves this season??

P.S. meet Jessie!

My “downstairs mix-up” roommate. She’s fabulous. And always right across the hall for whenever [aka last night] I need to barge in, distract her from becoming a future teacher, and ask her menial and ridiculous (yes, I know I’m ridiculous) questions about what boots I should buy or what color nail polish to purchase. Love you, J!