The Official Start Of Summer

Friday, May 27, 2016

It's here. Summer has arrived.
This is my street right now and I can't get enough of the green. It makes everything feel so alive.

As Chris and I walked to dinner last night I had a stupid ass grin on my face the entire way because Chicago been gorgeous all week and I love it. The only thing better than a hot Chicago summer day is a hot Chicago summer night. The brownstones are all lit up and everyone is sitting on their stoops enjoying a glass of wine while their children ride their scooters up and down the sidewalk. I never knew I could love a city as much as I do.

If you ever visit Chicago and want to venture outside of downtown (and you should) take a stroll through a neighborhood. I may be bias, but I prefer the neighborhoods over downtown any day. But now I'm getting distracted because this isn't supposed to by my love letter to Chicago (that's coming next week) today is a post about summer.

It feels like it has finally arrived. This weekend always reminds me to take a breath and soak it in because it will go by too fast if I don't.  It does every year. It's like we've spent the last six months climbing to the top of a very tall slide and we just took the final step to the top.

And once we start the slide down, we can't stop. Everything will just go faster and faster until we hit the bottom. So today friends, today I'm reminding you (and myself) to enjoy the start of summer. To enjoy the days at the lake, the first jump into the pool, the bonfires with friends, the cookouts, the hotdogs, the lemonade, enjoy it all!

Kate Spade Purse. (50% off!)
We're heading back to Nebraska this weekend for a wedding, a couple shower for Chris and I, and lake time. So on that note, I better start packing since we're leaving in just a few hours. So now the question remains- what do I wear to a couple shower? I'll probably do something crazy and wear a white summer dress... #risktaker.

HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND! Take a moment to remember those who died in active military service for our Country so people like you and I can have the freedoms we do.

The Bachelorette Weekend

Thursday, May 26, 2016

My Bachelorette is one week from today.

My sister and my friends have done all of the planning and they've left me out of it, which is exactly how I wanted it to be. My friends live all over the place so the only tricky part was going to be picking a destination. For this part, I obviously gave some input.

My first thought was a little lofty:

San Fran/Napa. 

What's not to love about a girls weekend spent drinking wine in Napa, with a quick stop in one of my favorite cites, San Francisco?

The price. That's what. Flights and hotels, even AirBnBs were too expensive so we ruled this one out almost immediately.

So then we toyed with the idea of Scottsdale.

I went there for my friend Kate's bach just a few months ago and had a great time. Plus, my BM Tyeler is from Scottsdale so she could show us the ropes. But then someone told us Scottsdale would be way too hot in June. I'm not scared of hot weather by any means, but this idea got nixed as well.

At this point I was just tempted to do Chicago. Why not?

Chicago is an awesome city in the summer. We could rent a boat, play by the beach, have a fun spa day at The Wit followed by drinks on their roof top after. I don't usually treat myself to spa days, but a bachelorette is the perfect time to do something like that I figured. I actually just got my first facial at The Wit a few weeks ago and it was absolutely amazing. Even today, I can still see the improvements it did for my skin. On the way out I asked if they do large party spa days and they said of course. A day of champagne and getting pampered is something I could get on board with...

But alas, the destination for my bachelorette will not be Chicago after all. Instead, we decided to mix things up and we're heading to Austin next week. Like I said, I don't know a lot of the plans but what I do know is that we've rented a house with a pool and I'm most definitely bringing a pizza raft. Because I am a child. Other than that, I guess I'll find out...

I'm not really a penis necklace kind of girl, so I've made a strict request for no genitalia accessories. However, no one likes a stick in the mud either. So I am game for whatever comes my way.

Luckily my friend/BM Kam lives in Austin so she's got some fun spots picked out, but if you have suggestions for anything Austin let me know!

Where should we go? What should we eat? How do we get around since Uber isn't there anymore?! Tell me all of the things.

The Mistake I Always Make When Moving

Wednesday, May 25, 2016

This is a sponsored post written by me on behalf of CORT for IZEA. All opinions are 100% mine.

In the past six years Chris and I have lived in five different apartments together. We're what you might call serial movers. He hates it, I don't mind it. I think moving is good for cleansing your belongings and doing a little reorganizing.

I think that until it comes time to actually do the moving and then it's a real pain. So what I should say is I like unpacking and rearranging. The actual moving part- not so much.

We're at the point where I can feel another move coming on soon. I go into crazy mode whenever we move into a new place and I think it needs to be decorated asap. You know those people who live in a place that looks bare for weeks, sometimes even months? That's not me. I will make sure every nook and cranny is filled within 48 hours. It's a bad habit I picked up from my mom.

I make the same mistake every time in that in an attempt to quickly decorate I often end up buying things I don't love, but simply purchase because they're available and I don't want to wait for the thing that would probably go best in our place. This is a quality of mine that Chris doesn't exactly appreciate...

The next place we move into will probably be a place we buy and we've both agreed not to make any rush furniture purchases just for the sake of filling it. And by "we" I mean "I" because Chris never buys just to buy.

And so we've been looking into renting furniture/appliances. I didn't even realize this was a thing, but once I started talking about it I discovered it's pretty popular for city dwellers.

Thus I present to you: CORT Furniture Rental- a Bershire Hathaway Company (a name pretty important to us Nebraska folk.)

First and foremost, when you rent furniture from CORT they move everything in and everything out for you. In a city this is huge! If you tire of a piece of furniture you can simply choose something new when you move to your next place.

If you're not in a real permanent place in life, whether you're a student, in the military, or simply all over the place like myself, CORT takes the burden out of purchasing furniture you may not need, or even want down the road. It gives you the freedom to play around with decor ideas, while also making sure your place looks great right when you move in.

Right now my home style is all over the place because we move so frequently and it changes depending on the style of our apartment. The thought of not having to commit to a big purchase like furniture or a new appliance is pretty freeing.

What are your thoughts on home decor? Is furniture rental something you'd ever be interested in?

It's definitely something I'm doing a little research on, because it's moving season right now and I'm getting the itch...

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The Thing About Camping

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Chris is very into camping right now. And I am very into the idea of camping.

I'm into the idea until I've been outside for about ten hours and then want to go inside and lay on a couch. I'm into the idea until I look around suddenly noticing tiny spiders crawling everywhere and realize I will most likely bring a few of those spiders home with me. *I was right.

I'm into the idea until I'm not.

Don't get me wrong, I do think camping can be fun. I just think it might be more fun if it occurred in a cabin. Like with rooms and a kitchen and bathrooms. And maybe someone who brings me fresh towels and a mini tooth paste if I forgot one. So more like a resort. Yes, I'm very into camping at a resort where instead of a lake there's a "pool" and patio furniture and servers bringing you margaritas. That's the kind of camping I enjoy.

Never the less, Chris and I spent the weekend in a tent at Devils Lake, Wisconsin. The views were spectacular, the camp site was clean, and there was a little snack hut less than a mile from our tent, so all in all, it wasn't half bad. As long as I know there's a snack hut within walking distance, I'll usually be okay in life.

And then there's this guy. Harlow is a camping extraordinary.  He hiked the intense climb with us like an absolute champion. The smile on his face was worth every insect bite I received on my back.

It's a funny thing when you notice you start taking vacations just because you know your dog will have a good time. Does anyone else do this? Is this normal? I get far too much joy watching Harlow have fun.

We hiked about ten miles on Saturday and were fast asleep by 9:30 p.m. that night. Which is okay when camping, because once it gets dark you kinda look around and think,  okay what do we do now?

The longer we live in Chicago the more I'm starting to love Wisconsin. It's a really cool state. And it has a cheese palace. An abundance of lakes and an abundance of cheese. Is Wisco heaven on earth? I think it might be. The "oh yeah" accent is pretty fun, as well.

Anyone else going through a camping phase right now?

The Wedding Check List- 8 Weeks Out

Monday, May 23, 2016

Two months from today at this very moment our ceremony will have probably just ended.

Chris and I will be walking down the aisle, hands clasped in the air, as we'll officially be "Mr. and Mrs." Mr. Hillis and Mrs. Wolfe. Same names, different titles.

The thought of it all being only two months away is a little scary to me. When I hear someone say it's only "eight weeks away," well that sounds even scarier. Eight weeks is nothing.

And so what am I doing right now at eight weeks? Oh you know, just galavanting around Chicago in my little white outfit, carrying the adorable I DO tote my sister got me, as I go on fabulous lunches and get my nails done every day and work on my wedding hair color.


Or am I sitting in a mess of a living room right now surrounded by t-shirts and camping gear, as I eat cold baked beans, and wear a shirt that says "Thirsty Thursday." If you can't tell, why should I...

And so at this point, eight weeks out, my wedding to-do list looks like this:

1. Panic every night around 11:30 just as I lay down.
2. Wonder over and over again how it all "comes together."
3. Get nervous about talking to everyone.
4. Feel guilty about not talking to everyone.
5. Get excited when I think about all of my favorite people coming together for a few days to hang out with Chris and I.
6. Feel sad knowing it's all going to be a whirlwind and happen way too fast.

Repeat, repeat, repeat.

How does it all come together? All of the emails and meetings and internet searching to make sure everything is right. It's all just so much. When I find myself getting worked up I have to remember it's just a wedding. They happen all the time.

Eight weeks. 60 days.

I just have to connect 1000 more dots and everything will be good to go. Harlow stuff, honeymoon plans, bridesmaid deets, hair, shoes, videography, food, transportation, music ....

Okay, I'm getting worked up again. Why does society put so much pressure ON BRIDES?

I need to chill. Let's pretend this is me right now. Tootsing around sunny Chicago with Harlow and not a care in the world...

White jeans.

And as I said this precious little tote was a gift from my sister/MOH. Ever since I made her cry and told her she wasn't taking her MOH duties seriously enough she's really stepped up her game. Jk! You can find the white eyelet top from Alice & Wonder here.

I really went all out with the photos and this bag so here's ONE MORE in case you haven't seen enough.

Little lace shorties are found here. I'll be ordering another pair since I got into a dog fight wearing these last week and so the ones in the photo are now ripped and destroyed... Thanks, neighbor dogs.

Anyway, I have about 14 hours of t-shirt time in front of me. I'm hoping to release a few new summer tops later this week, let's just say the line is called... Red, White & Basic. I hope you love it.

Adventures of 29 Year Old Girl - Week One.

Friday, May 20, 2016

Introducing, 29 Year Old Girl.

Not a girl, not yet a Super Woman either. She fights crime (problems in her head) (often made up) one day at a time.

She gets out of bed every day before 8 a.m. because she is an ADULT. She runs on coffee and Advil. Around 3 p.m. she makes more coffee. And sometimes again after dinner because WHY NOT.

She starts each morning in her cape (bathrobe) and repeats, "I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay" over and over. She stares herself in the mirror and says, "today will be a good day!"And she almost always believes it.

She listens to The Secret and Ted Talks in her earbuds but pretends she's listening to cool hipster music.

She likes her wine two glasses at a time. But after that she has to slow down because damn it her hangovers only seem to get more intense with each day that passes.

She's always on the quest to find the perfect under eye cream, dark spot corrector, and most importantly, to pluck every new chin hair that seems to pop up out of NOWHERE.

Like why am I getting all these chin hairs?!

She's faces the worlds challenges like a true warrior and hasn't cried in the shower in over a week.

She likes to talk about her "system" a lot and "things that mess with it." Hummus, quinoa, anything from Sultan's Market. It's hard to stay regular, am I right ladies?!

She is... 29 Year Old Girl.

This is her last year in her twenties (as everyone likes to remind her) and she is going to kill it.

She's going to.  Kill it.

She's going to do something. That's certain.

**Series To Be Continued.**

Start To Summer Bucket List

Thursday, May 19, 2016

Summer in Chicago always takes its sweet time getting here. It won't be consistently warm until late June, perhaps even July. So when we get a nice day outside like we did today, you have to take advantage.

I wasted no time in breaking out my summer cut-offs and new sandals. And as Harlow and I set out to galavant around Chicago and enjoy the nice weather, I started thinking of my "start to summer" bucket list. Or something of the sorts.

It goes a little something like this:

1. Patio it up.
Brunch, happy hour, lunch, dinner, whatever. Chicago is full of great patios and I plan to stop by all of them. If you live here, what's your favorite spot?

2. Watch the Cubbies!
And by that I mean eat hotdogs and drink beer at the stadium. Baseball is nothing without those two components.

3. Get on the water.
Whether it be a kayak, paddle board, or renting a pontoon. Getting out on the water is always a good time.

4. Dog beach, every day.
(Harlow added this one.) I do love the dog beach, but I steer clear of the water there because... well I'm sure you know.

5. Walk everywhere!
I get a little lazy in the winter and rely on cabs and buses more than I should (but hello it's freezing) so when summer finally gets here I like to be on my feet as much as possible.

I'm over the moon for these Timberland sandals from Zappos because they are SO COMFORTABLE. It feels like I'm walking on a layer of cushy padding. Also, I have very wide feet so it's pretty hard for me to find a sandal that doesn't give me blisters and can withstand about five miles of walking per day.

Sweater. Shorts.

Well these sweet things have solved all of my problems. And there's just something about the look of them that reminds me of fun beach sandals I used to have as a kid. I'm just so excited to pack away my boots and scarves and finally live life without 100 layers on.

Zappos is my go-to for ordering online because they're crazy fast, have free shipping, and a 365 day return policy!

Chicago, you did good today. Now let's go for another hot one tomorrow.

Shoutout to my friends at Zappos x Timberland for allowing me to bring you this post and get us all in the summer spirit!

Let It Go

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

Control what you can. Let go of what you can't.

That's one of my big goals for the year of 29. I wrote it down while I sipped a latte on my birthday and felt so wise and peaceful. Look at me go. I'm going to be such a great person for the last year of my twenties it's not even funny. Maybe I'll start teaching yoga even so I can show others how to be as peaceful and happy as me.

MARRIED AF. Jean Shorts. 
And then I got the email.

The email from a loyal reader politely tipping me off that a few more stores were "borrowing" my shirt designs. After a quick search on Etsy I saw 26 stores selling my stuff... Now before I dive into this, if you're sitting there thinking holy shit Taylor, you are a broken record, trust me, I know. You should try living in my head for a day. It's exhausting.

People steal t-shirt designs, we move on. It's life. Except I don't. I don't "let it go."

Ask my mom, I've been angrily trying to protect my intellectual property since the late 80s. It's just who I am.

But I have gotten smarter. Since I have my copyright licensed (*I'm aware you can't copyright a shirt/phrase, it's an entire brand/concept) I am able to turn stores into Etsy, at which point they take the other knock-off listings down. And as soon as that happens I actually say Tick Tock out loud because then it's just a matter of seconds before those other store owners email me. And here's the real kicker, they're mad at ME!

Every single day I get nasty emails from people stealing my stuff who tell me I'm in the wrong. They tell me over and over "you didn't create this."

Corresponding with these people is like talking to a brick wall. So what do I do? I let it go. Lols. Jk jk jk. Hahahahahaha. Instead what I do is have about 100 fake conversations/arguments in my head with these people until I'm so worked up I've wasted a good hour of my time.

Truthfully, I don't like turning other stores in. I don't get sick jollies from it or feel excited. I feel like shit because it fills me with anxiety and bad energy because I know what comes next. I have thick skin and can take a lot, but day in and day out dealing with so much negativity takes a toll.

And it's a freaken t-shirt. (Saying this to myself here more than anyone else.) If I could just follow my mantra, let it go. let it go. let it go...

Instead I'll blog about it because it feels oh so good to get it off my chest, thank you once again for indulging me.

If I can't handle the heat, I should get out of the kitchen. That's how that goes, right? This business will not change and as I grow this will only happen more and more. So what do I do?

Push on. Keep creating. I know it's silly but I like making funny shirts and seeing other people wear them. My favorite part is when a customer includes a gift note to someone and I feel like I'm actually sending presents to strangers all over the world. That's the fun part.

Until I write my book and star in my movie and create my sanctuary for abandoned dogs (*small goals) T-Shirt Town is where I've taken up residence. So I'm about to blow it up next and will be releasing five new designs.

Reader poll: if there's a shirt/tank top you'd like for summer, let me know! I'm looking to add one more and would love the opinion from the people!

Thank you and good day.

Day 2 of Being 29

Tuesday, May 17, 2016

Day 2 of being 29 isn't quite as productive as day 1. I've been trying to write this post for five hours now. But I've been distracted googling things like:

1. Do dogs sleep when they're bored? *yes.
2. Has there ever been a real zombie sighting? *maybe.
3. Is quinoa really that good for you? *probably.

Let's just say things got a little hairy at the open mic last night and one thing led to another and suddenly it was 12:30 a.m. and Audrey, Adrienne, Harlow and myself were drinking Bloody Marys in my living room giggling about God knows what.

I'm slow moving today and the only thing that will cure me is brunch. But it's nearly 3 p.m. so I'm worried I've missed my window. Instead, allow me to share a few pics from this past weekend. Chris and I went to Pomp & Circumstance in Old Town and had a ridiculously good meal.

It was a particularly gross Saturday but sitting in Pomp's cute (and covered) back area we hardly noticed. It was as if we were outside brunching again like it's summer!

Naturally, we lived it up with the Bloody Mary bar where we chose our own garnishes and Bloody mix. I went for spicy and bacon. I don't know what Chris did because he drank his in about a second.

Chris got the lobster benny and I ordered the pork belly hash. It was so good I'm almost getting mad looking at this pic because I want it again right now.

I'm definitely adding this place as one of my fav brunch spots for summer. If you're coming to Chicago for a visit, check out my tab above or send me an email and I'll give you a list of my favorite places!

Now on to other things.

If you're in the blogging world, or have ever considered joining this wonderful world, you need to head over to Helene's page right now. She just announced her insanely cool new site, Blog Boss Babe.

Helene is crazy good at teaching people how to do this whole blogging thing. I'm nine years in and I'm still confused most of the time, but not Helene. She knows how to do all the things and it never stops impressing me. Luckily, she's pretty gracious with her knowledge and doesn't seem to be bothered when I text her 20 times a day asking the most basic (and often stupid) questions about everything blogging and social media.

Just today I told her that there's a like button on snapachat. At which point she politely said no, that's not right. And then she informed me that every time I thought people were "liking" my snaps they were actually screen-shotting them. So that's fun.

Makes sense though, I always wondered why people were "liking" the most ridiculous snaps of me doing very dumb shit.

This site has a plethora of resources if you want to start a blog, grow your blog, or monetize your blog. Helene has literally covered it all. There's no other site like it and in my opinion she's really outdid herself with this one. The best thing is that the resources she provides are applicable for growing any online venture or business, not just blogging.

So sign up here and thank me later.

Okay everyone, it's TSHIRT TIME.

My Birth Story

Monday, May 16, 2016

I remember the day I was born like it was yesterday.

The year was 1987. Jon Bon Jovi's Livin' on a Prayer was playing on repeat at the time so that song became the theme of my growth process. But then I realized that seemed a little dark so at about seven months in I changed it to U2's With or Without You. Which again seemed a little dark so I finally settled on Whitney Houston's I Wanna Dance With Somebody.

I'd been airbnb'ing my mom's womb for the past several months and it was getting to the point where it was time to go. Beside the fact my time was about to expire and I didn't want to get charged a late fee, I'd just really started to outgrow the place. The initial things I found charming and cute, like for example the small toiletries left in the bathroom for me or the chocolates on the pillow, were now just extra things that got in my way.

And so on the morning of May 16th I packed up what few belongings I had into a small red bandana, (a diary, a feather pen, and a sound machine) tied the bandana to the end of a stick, and was on my way.

My journey through the birth canal was eerily similar to Disney's Splash Mountain. It started off dark and humid, but once I made it through the first leg of the ride I was greeted by singing animatronics dressed in jean overalls and checkered dresses instructing me about the path ahead,

"Ohhhhhhhh.... the journey is a fight, but you'll do alright,
Grab your things and hold on tight.
Right now you're in the cervix, and my name's Mervix.
I'm a singing little goose, trying to make things loose.
When you're done in here you'll see the uteri,
To pass through that you must tuck like pie."

 It's been a few years so the lyrics are a little blurry, but you get the point.

After the singing animals part, things started to move pretty quickly. I spent the majority of my time anticipating where the camera would be that was going to catch my silly expression for that final big fall of the ride. So help me God I did not want to look like an idiot on that screen where everyone stops to look at their pics after the ride. I know everyone is just looking at their own expression, but still. Still.

Somewhere in the midst of planning what face I was going to make, the screams of the other riders, presumably on the raft behind me, distracted me. Someone's being a little dramatic, I thought to myself. But as I neared the light and what was sure to be the biggest drop of the ride, the screams got louder. I'm no coward, but I won't deny I thought about turning back. It was all just a little much.

I don't want to bore you with the final details, we all know what happens at this part. They don't call it the magic of Splash Mountain for nothing.  I was born and the rest is history.

Anyway, I hope you've enjoyed my birth story. I'm sure we all have very similar! Now here's a quick pic of a photo shoot I did last week to celebrate what a mature adult I've become.

Thanks in advance for the birthday wishes (and if you don't give me bday wishes, what is wrong with you? That's just not polite. Do what is polite. )

Cheers to 29 years of great life decisions.

*Please order 100 shirts from me today. K thanks byeeeee.

13 Scary Things I Couldn't Get Over

Friday, May 13, 2016

Today is Friday the 13th.

My birthday is this coming Monday the 16th, thus meaning I've lived my entire life being haunted by the fact I've had to live through several Friday the 13ths in order to get to my birthday.

As a child this terrified me. Something bad was bound to happen, it only made sense. I blame scary movies and Catholicism for my fear of weird random shit.

Hear me out here. Growing up, I had a very real fear that I would get possessed by the devil at least once in my life. I'm still a little surprised it hasn't happened to be honest. Everyone in the catholic church knows the devil is lurking in every dark corner looking to take over your body when he finds you in a moment a weakness. And I was doomed to be the child it happened to.

I slept with a cross and a butter knife under my pillow from the years 1992-2003. The butter knife was for intruders, obviously. And the cross was to keep demons away. Obviously.

How did I get this way? Well, let's take a look. For starters I'm pretty sure the prayer, Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep, I was taught to say every night didn't help much.

"Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep, if I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take."

So my chances of dying in my sleep must be pretty high if I'm reciting this every single night, was my thought as a child. And if God doesn't take my soul, someone else will. Holy shit, I am doomed.

And thus the phobias began.

Anyone ever heard of Worry Dolls? I had those under my pillow, too. I grew up in a time when Xanax wasn't a thing for kids yet, so instead my parents tossed me a few Polly Pocket sized "dolls" made out of string and told me to go nuts.

Let's take a look at a few of the scary things that I just couldn't get over as kid. Most are movies, some are natural disasters, and one is Ali Fedowski. Like how is she famous? For real? I can't get over it. She was an annoying contestant on the Bachelor who worked at Facebook and now she's in movies and on TV. Really?


1. Poltergeist movies.
Never saw one, didn't need to. I knew enough to know that when my TV went fuzzy it meant death was near.

2. Prank calls.
A phone call with no one else on the other end = someone hiding in my basement with a chainsaw ready to kill me.

3. Stigmata movie.
I couldn't shower for weeks after watching Stigmata.
*And by watching I mean hearing about the movie and watching one preview.

4. The movie Ghost. 
I can still see the black fuzzy demons taking that bad guy to hell when he dies. This was very real to me.

5. Tornados.
Which tend to occur in May in Nebraska, typically on Friday the 13th (in my world, anyway.) Anytime I heard a siren I'd head to the basement- cats, dog, and Beanie Babies in tow, and start saying my hail marys. The end was near.

6. Basements. 
Where demons live. So tornados were extra hard for me because no one else in my family took them seriously so I was always alone in the dungeon, praying a tornado wouldn't hit, whilst also praying a demon wouldn't get me in the process.Talk about a double edged sword!

7. Blair Witch Project.
Never saw it. Still scared the shit out of me. I stayed away from night vision on video cameras for at least ten years because of it.

8. Bloody Mary- not the drink.
To this day I refuse to look in a mirror in the dark. Why risk it? WHY?

9. The grave scene in Now and Then.
Because like, Dear Johnny clearly shows up. I see him.

10. Three Men and a Baby.
No. No. No. No. No. No. I know a 1920s ghost boy when I see one.

11.  Jon Benet.
When I was little, I used to think about the questions I'd ask God when I got to heaven, "So... Can I meet Jon Benet?" was always in my top three. It might still be. I need to know the truth. We all do.

12. Flushing the toilet in the middle of the night.
I can't really explain this one, it's just always felt too risky to me.

13. Friday the 13th.
Be safe out there, everyone!

What irrational fears do you have? Do share!

The Surprise Bridal Shower

Thursday, May 12, 2016

On the fourth day of the week, t-shirt town has calmed down ever so slightly. At least I can see my living room floor now.

I am exhausted. Grateful for business, but exhausted. For the past three days I've been packing shirts from literally 7 a.m.- 10 p.m. non-stop. On Monday I was up past 2:00 a.m.

Skipping town for a few days just ins't nearly as fun as it used to be. It's really hard for me not stress out when I see orders coming in and know it's going to take me a few days to fill them. So being away from my business last week while I was doing wedding stuff kind of killed me. It also set me behind quite a bit. Thank God for my friend Audrey who came over and packed with me for four solid hours on Tuesday. Having just one extra person helps so much.

The funny thing is that the moment I'm caught up I'm already plotting my next big move to get over loaded again. Because I am CRAZY.

But anyway, I'll spare you the glamorous details of T-Shirt life today.

Let's talk about that time my friend Tyeler and my sister threw me a "surprise bridal shower." It was a surprise right up until about an hour before. And as we drove up to the restaurant where it was taking place and I knew what was about to happen, I realized the only thing more awkward than walking into a surprise party, is knowing you're walking into a surprise party.

My Nebraska friends are super busy being moms and stuff so I kept asking my sister, "are you sure people are coming? Like for sure?" I just had this terrible feeling I was going to walk into a surprise party and the surprise would be no one showed up... How sad would that be?

But luckily they all came! I couldn't believe it!

And much to my delight, they talked about birthing children the entire night... Jk. The birth stories only came out after a few bottles of wine had been shared. Then I politely asked them if they could stop with the messy details as I was hoping to eat dinner later.

And here I am opening my sixth pineapple rug gift for the night. You can never have too many! My face tells me I'm in the middle of explaining why pineapples are so hot right now. And Brittany's face clearly tells me she thinks I'm crazy.

You can find the rug here, but there's only two left because I bought all the others.

We laughed, we drank, we ate, it was just a really good night. I wished it could have gone on forever, but my friends had to get home to pump, or dump, or whatever it is they do when their boobs start to hurt.

And as I've said 100 times already, I've become obsessed with finding white dresses because I'm just a cliche like that. I found the one I'm wearing here, and it's my absolute favorite so far.

If I were going for more of a casual wedding, I would wear it as my wedding dress. It's flowy and light and makes me feel oh so girly, like I'm a sweet little Southern princess, rather than a gross cheese curd eating, beer drinking, Chicagoan.

It also comes in coral, FYI!

Life is back to normal today and it feels good. But in only three weeks it's bachelorette time. Details to come on that tomorrow...