Wearing It On My Sleeves

Ramblings of A Scatter Brain

2012-01-31T19:40:00.000-08:00

cardigan: thrifted t shirt: Skyline Fever (buy it here) skirt: thrifted belt: thrifted shoes: thrifted

I feel completely and totally drained when I get home from work these days. What is it about an office that makes you feel like you've been lifting weights all days. Or perhaps maybe just like you've been lifting weights with your corneas all day. Yeah it feels more like that. Guuh, so today I came home and plopped on the couch for ten minutes while Indie gnawed on my ankles and looked at me like, "What's wrong with you hag. You're such a bore." and then continued to poke at my sides with her nose (yeah that was cute for oh...never.). Oh to be a young dog again...errr kid again. I don't know, I'm tired, and at this point in my day you could probably convince me I was once a dog in my childhood. On the upside, today on a walk with Indie I met a man named Joe who wanted me to know that he was once a Jewish Atheist and that he's from New York and also would greatly appreciate my vote for council man or something or other....I don't know I got distracted when he started talking about that part because Joe's dog Lyrna pretty much tried to eat Indie during the conversation. True story. Lyrna's just fat like that.

In summation.

Corneas lifting weights. Think about it and you'll giggle.

The Jewish Atheists fat dog tried to eat Indie.

I'm not lying. Lyrna's a bully.

I could really use some chocolate in my hand right now and perhaps a ten hour nap.

Cats are Taking Over our Interwebs

2012-01-30T21:27:00.000-08:00

Me and Matt were in tears over this last night. Oh sweet man cat.

Blue + Blue =

2012-01-30T06:46:00.000-08:00

Top: c/o Francesca's Trousers: Asos (Buy them here) Scarf: F21 Purse: Thrifted Shoes: Thrifted

You'll be seeing lots of work friendly clothes around here from now on because let's face it, being Sir Matt's sugar mama while he goes to school requires some class-say dressing (Did I mention that Matt hates it when I call myself his sugar mama?Oh but I love it! I just love it!) So last week after wearing skirts and dresses to work for three weeks straight I realized that I did not have a single dress pant to my name. Thus the trouster hung began, and after hunting for some crazy-A colorful trousers I finally found some! Come on, you guys didn't think that the second I started being the sugar mama that I'd start wearing all black now did you? So anyways, dress pants acquired. Color problem solved. Now I'm off to solve world hunger...or perhaps just my hunger.

Giveaway Winner!

2012-01-29T13:53:00.000-08:00

Thanks so much for all of the sweet comments about the heroes in your life. Jenna, your story completely melted us and we hope your mom loves the necklace. Send me an e-mail so I can get you your prize!

Note Worthy

2012-01-28T11:08:00.000-08:00

Okay so other than the fact that this girl twitches and shakes like she's trying to get a million ants off of her in the second video, Phantogram is pretty wonderful. Especially for Friday night dance parties in your living room. Not saying that that's what me and Matt do...

Me and Mel Gibson are Hanging Out This Weekend....Probably.

2012-01-27T06:47:00.000-08:00

dress: thrifted belt: thrifted tights: Target shoes: thrifted

Sir Matt and I are headed to the Sundance Film Festival tonight to go stalk us some celebs. Yes, we are so THOSE people. What, it makes for a fun date night. We've told each other that we will keep cool at all times unless:

1. We find the Biebs proposing to Selena in the middle of the street.

2. We find Brad (Arm) Pitt driving in the car next to us picking his nose.

3. And of course last but not least, if all the cars around us begin to turn into Transformers. (Totally possible because Biebs says never say never)

Other than that. We'll be cool as cucumbers and of course taking as many creepy fan pictures on our phones as possible.

Here I come Mel Gibson! Hope you have a brave heart (okay that was terrible but I couldn't resist).

Shop Update!

2012-01-26T06:48:00.000-08:00

I've been wanting to update the shop for oh....forever now. But this little thing called laziness seems to be taking over my life. It's been manifesting itself in the form of Parks and Rec, Pizza Parties and non-stop reading of books. But finally an update!

So remember when I found these vintage shoes and died inside because they were too small. Well those boots' twin sister once again came back to haunt my dreams. I found almost an identical pair...once again way too small. I hope they fit one of you guys! Shoot me an e-mail if your interested in any of the items!

Do you think heaven will have Charmin or Cottonelle?

2012-01-25T06:37:00.000-08:00

blouse: Thrifted vest: c/o Francesca's belt: thrifted jeans: gifted (AE) shoes: thrifted watch: thrifted ring: c/o Francesca's

While I was wearing this Matt came up to me, gave me a brotherly swat on the back and said, " Hey mamma bear." and then nonchalantly walked away. Oh I knew he just loved the taste of it as it left his lips, I could see that grinny grin grin above his chinny chin chin that just taunted me. I had to say something clever quick.... so of course I blurted out, "Well give me some Charmin and make me poop behind a tree." Yeah it really wasn't as cool of a comment as I thought it would be. And more awkward then clever really.Nevertheless accurate though no?

Also on my mind. Do you think heaven will have Charmin or Cottonelle? Because if Cottonelle is wrong I don't want to be right. Okay yeah once again not as clever and also more awkward than pictured. Forgive me I know not what I do. Doo doo that is.

Tis A Slippery Slope....Literally though

2012-01-24T06:41:00.000-08:00

Guys. This is what I'm living in right now. No but really, this video is from here in Utah just yesterday and it hasn't stopped snowing since so let's just say things just keep getting worse. Watch the whole video, I'm telling you it just gets more ridiculous the longer it goes on.

And que multiple bowls of chili and hot cider. I'll be over here in my camouflauge snuggie watching movies and refusing to go out in this cray cray weather...wait you don't really believe I have a camouflauge snuggie do you? Do you?!

Will You Accept This Rose?

2012-01-22T21:01:00.000-08:00

shirt: thrifted dress: Anthro (on serious clearance!) belt:thrifted tights: Kohl's shoes: thrifted

Blogs seem to be doing The Bachelor reviews these days so I just had to do an anti Bachelor Review about all of the things that I thought were absolutely ridiculous last week. Somehow I still manage to remain hooked to the show (I don't want to talk about it, I think there are some serious love issues going on underneath the surface). Are you ready. Here are my thoughts (they run deep unto the ocean so beware).

1. I can't even remember The Bachelors name...what's his buckets name? All I know is that he looked exactly like a dude from last season. Exactly like him! Anyways he seems nice I suppose.

2. The best quote from last weeks episode was ,"On a scale from 1 to 10 I'm going to puke." I've said it in response to just about everything Matt has said this week and it really can be used in just about any situation. Matt stopped laughing around the fourth time I used it.

3. Guys did you know that Emilly is coming back as the Bachelorette next season. Country accents just make people seem sweeter don't they. Ya'll come back next season ya' hear!

4. What's up with everyone getting all nakey all the time. Bikini skiiing....I just can't even....on a scale from 1 to 10 I'm going to puke.

5. I would just like to say that the "mysterious party crasher" thing was completely fake. completely planned. completely staged. Guys are you buying this stuff?!

6. That one girl didn't even pass out. I mean am I crazy. She just said I'm going to pass out and then sat down. And then went backstage and talked about how she passed out. Did I miss something?!

7. Sorry fake pass out girl, even playing dead won't keep you from getting kicked off.

8. Why am I so obsessed with this show! Why must they keep putting these girls in bikini's every five minutes.

9. Oh yeah his name is Ben! And he looks like the Geico cave man!

10. I want to get paid a million bucks for letting everyone know there is only one rose left on a table. I can subtract...and add....and multiply if you guys need. Don't ask me to do long division though, it just gets sloppy from there.

And scene.

Your thoughts on The Bachelor please!

Noteworthy

2012-01-21T09:48:00.000-08:00

How many people does it take to play the guitar? Duh at least a minimum of five. Okay so this video is completely ridunkulous, but the song is so stinkin' good.

Thanks for letting me know about it Leah!

Revival Files: A No Good Very Bad Day

2012-01-20T06:33:00.000-08:00

Dress: In the shop blazer: TJ Maxx Necklace: Thrifted Tights: Kohl's

Guys Indie is depressed. She's just been laying around all day all mopey and what not. I'm pretty sure I know why. It's obvious really. She had a no good very bad day. Let me tell you how her day went.

-She woke up and headed straight for the trash can for some paper to tear up....only to find the trash can put on top of the washing machine so she couldn't reach it.

- Her main man (Sir Matt of course) took her on a walk to play fetch...but she ran straight into the ball instead of catching it.

- She had to roll over to get a treat (she just hates when we make her do tricks for treats, she thinks she's being used for her talent)

- Her best girl (why me of course) took her out to play and got a little goofy and started pretending like she was throwing a discus....and may have accidentally gotten her rope stuck on the roof.

- She had to watch us eat ice cream.

- And then in her fit of depression she fell asleep.

A no good very bad day I would say. She threatened to move to Australia if we didn't shape up. Oh Indie, don't be such a drama queen even people in Australia have bad days.

(Okay but really all of that stuff happened today. I think she deserves and extra big treat and belly rub tonight don't you?)

A Few of My Favorite Reads

2012-01-19T06:43:00.000-08:00

I took this picture a while back and just wanted to share it with you all. I kind of have a love affair going with reading. Just a few of the books I've finished reading lately:

- The Hunger Games Series

- The Infernal Devices Series

- Matched Series

- The Uglies Series

But oh now that I've been addicted I've run out of books to read. Might you perhaps have any suggestions for me?!

My Secret Talent

2012-01-18T06:40:00.000-08:00

blouse: Nordstrom skirt: Downeast belt: thrifted tights: F21 shoes: thrifted bag: thrifted

I like to tell myself I'm funny. You know even when I crack a joke and Matt looks at me with his eyes a litttle bigger than usual and his mouth is wide open like he's trying to catch a fly, you know the, "Who do you think you are" husband look. (this look also occurs when I wear ugly dresses and make up dances in front of him). Anyways yes, I think I'm funny. It's like "The Secret", if I think I'm funny then I am funny. Just putting it out in the universe ya know. But then there are always those times where you know you indeed are just not as funny as you think. For example...for four years straight I kept a porcelain bird on the dashboard of my car. Why you ask? So that when I got flipped off I could show them the bird....my literal porcelain bird of course (I wish I was joking and that this was not a true story). Not so funny Sarah thought this was awesome. Not so funny Sarah thought this was hilarious. Not so funny Sarah made a ton of flamboyant middle finger flippers really angry. So sometimes I like to test out if I've still got game you know. If I'm still the hilarious person I think I am. Usually I'll do something like buy a whoopie cushion and put it on Sir Matt's side of the bed, but the other day I really needed a confirmation. I needed to build upon my testimony of my own jokes, if you will. So I went to my harshest critic (Sir Matt of course) and you know what I did. I busted a friggin' rap. I dang sick rap (sick does indeed mean cool all you non hipsters, I am not talking about an ill rap...although ill also means cool. Just get with the times yo.) Anyways here was my wrap to my Sir Matt, straight from the babes mouth. The Sarah babe's mouth of course, not babe the pigs, just in case you were confused.

I give you: Sarah's Hilarious Awe Inspiring Rap

Sometimes I sit, I sit and wonder why the heck Indie smells like she came from down under.

Is it because she's gassy? Is it because she eats poop?

Nah it just be because she contracted croup.

But if that's her excuse, then what's yours Matt my boy?

Because you smell like you've been eating nothing but soy.

Oh slam yeah that hurt, but you know what hurts more?

The fact that this rap is giving you a laughter side sore.

Bam yo.

DIY Peter Pan Collar Necklace

2012-01-17T06:43:00.000-08:00

Hi. I'm Sarah and I'm addicted to peter pan collars. Now lets make some peter pan collars.

1. On paper draw a circle that is 61/2" in diameter.

2. Using a curved ruler draw the style edge of the collar with front collar 2 1/2" thick and then tapering off toward the back to 1" thick. Now cut out the pattern that you just made and make a cute in the center back portion of the collar.

3. Pin your pattern to black felt

4. Cut it out.

5. Using transparent fabric glue paint the collar with fabric glue and then apply glitter.

6. After the collar is dry attach two strands of ribbon either by sewing or by hot glue to each back piece of the collar. This will make it so the collar will tie in the back.

You're done! Now go blind everyone with your ridiculously sparkly awesome collar.

DIY J Crew Heart Sweater for Under $10

2012-01-16T06:40:00.000-08:00

sweater: DIY'ed blouse: thrifted jeans: gifted (American Eagle) hat: made by my sis purse: thrifted (Mossimo) boots: Call It Spring

A while ago I saw this J Crew sweater and immediately fell in love....and then barfed when I found out that it was eighty eight dollars. I mean seriously people that's cray cray! Who pays $88 dollars for a sweater? Whooooo!!!! So I decided that I was going to stick it to the man and make my own. And thus my heart sweater journey began. I searched all over the internet for a look alike but cheap sweater and ended up buying this sweater (their still in stock!) in the color camel for a whopping $9. Then I cut out a felt heart and stitched it to the sweater. Bammm $79 smackaroonies saved and one hecka cute sweater acquired. Sorry J Crew, I love you but a poor students got to do what a poor students got to do. Am I right or am I right people!

DIY Mod Art Tutorial

2012-01-12T06:45:00.000-08:00

My sister knew of my undying love for all things dear and made me this awesome painting for me for Christmas. I pretty much died over it, I mean really, I was speechless and such things are unto a blue moon...or a green one. Green moons are pretty rare too. Anyways, it was looking a bit bare on my wall so I decided to make some mod art paintings to go along with it. I wanted to share a tutorial of how to make one of your own! This pattern can also be used to do chevrons too. You just have to fill the triangles in in a different pattern. Anyways, enjoy!

How To Get A Complete Stranger To Walk Your Dog

2012-01-11T06:39:00.000-08:00

Jacket: a thrift miracle dress: thrifted tights: c/o We Love Colors shoes: thrifted

How To Get A Complete Stranger To Walk Your Dog

1. Go take your lunch break at your usual spot. Sit on the bench, you know that bench you just love, the one with the beautiful view of the tree and the mountains. Yeah sit there.

2. Eat your apple and peanut butter while Indie frolicks in her very favorite field....let the Indian sneak a few licks of peanut butter for herself.

3. Get completely entranced by Clockwork Prince and start wondering what Tessa has that you don't...I mean really I'm good enough for Will Herondale!

4. Get so completely wrapped up in your book that you don't notice Indie meandering over to a man walking his dog.

5. Pretend not to notice when the said man starts walking your dog along with his.

6. Start to wonder where the heck your fluffy pup went.

7. Look over to see said fluffy pup wooing strange man.

8. Watch yet another heart be captured by the Indian.

9. Give the man an awkward, "Hey we both have dogs!" kind of wave as he says goodbye to your pup.

10. Watch your scruffy ball of fluff tucker out on the grass from walking exhaustion...and then continue to contemplate that you love apples, and peanut butters and Will Herondale's... and also strangers that walk your dog for you.

11. Oh also...eat a brownie. I mean it's not crucial for getting someone to walk your dog, but it makes the journey that much sweeter. Just sayin'

My Silly California Boy

2012-01-10T06:28:00.000-08:00

It snowed about 1/4 of an inch and the second Sir Matt saw the snow from our window he came running into the bedroom yelling,

"Sweeeeeetie!!! It snowed! Let's go sledding!!"

Me: "Oh you naive California boy."

Sir Matt: "What???"

Me: "You can't go sledding on 1/4 inch of snow."

Sir Matt: "Yes we can!!! Come on it's going to be awesome!!!"

And it was! Matt practically forced me into my fluffy hat and coat and grabbed Indie and our little sled and we took off on an adventure. I may or may not have crashed into a staircase....twice. But you know other than that we goofily sloshed and scooted down the hill, bumping into rocks while Indie chased us down the hill. We had quite the little McCammon family adventure if I do say so myself...and yes my California boy proved me wrong. You can indeed sled in a 1/4 inch of snow.

Times They Are A Changin'

2012-01-09T06:31:00.000-08:00

skirt: thrifted blouse: Target jacket: Macy's tights: Kohl's shoes: thrifted

I'm feeling a little somber today. Can I just make a list? Is that legal? It helps me feel at peace with things.

1. Friday I left my job of three years. But more than that, I left behind the absolute best boss and coworkers in the world. I don't think I know just yet how much I'm going to miss seeing them everyday.

2. I was so touched when my boss gave me a vintage brooch as a going away gift. She knows me way too well.

3. I sobbed in my car after I finished my last day of work. I mean cried like a baby. It finally all hit me that I'm moving on to a different stage in my life and it will never quite be the same again. I'll miss so many things about it.

4. Also. I cried in front of my co-workers when I had to say goodbye to them, I felt like a total blubbering blubberer. Crying Sarah lacks composure.

5. I'm graduated. GRADUATED!! Graduated? It seems like just yesterday that I was moving into the dorms and scared to death of being so far from home.

6. I have a brand new job. A really challenging brand new job. An amazing new job. I'm excited, terrified, a bit intimidated. I really don't know how to feel.

7. I'm so grateful for the friends I've made along the way. And while my life is changing, there's no way I'm letting them go.

8. Is this what growing up feels like?....but wait. I'm way to immature to be a grown up.

9. I have so much to look forward too. I have so many great things ahead of me. But today I just want to feel a little reminiscent and sad.

10. I feel like a Wicked quote would be very appropriate in this last line. Something about changing for good. Yata yata yata...I'm a better person because I knew you.....the wicked witch of the west is misunderstood!!!!

Noteworthy

2012-01-07T08:04:00.000-08:00

Juliane Parretta is a dang stud...and I'm jealous of his fro. I should tell you about that time I permed my hair to try and get a crazy curly fro. But then I just ended up with a dead mop looking thing on top of my head for a while.Yeah that's about the whole story.Anyways, back to Juliane the soother of babies and wooer of middle aged woman everywhere.

You have any more music for me?!

Back to the Words

2012-01-06T06:33:00.000-08:00

Woah woah woah there's some ground breaking stuff going on up in here. Get this, today I wore my shirt....backwards. That's right hide your kids hide your wife I'm breaking all sorts of rules up in this here hizzle. Everything worked fine and dandy until I realized that my tag was sticking out just about all day long and scratching my little chinny chin chin. But such are the consequences when you wear garments improperly I suppose. Come what may, I say! And also Sam I am and green eggs and ham! Oh and hop on pop and what not. Where was I? Oh right chinny chin chin. So anyways, Matt told me at the end of the night that he'd noticed my tag but that he'd decided not to tell me about it because he'd figured I wouldn't care. Say what butter nut (squash)? Just because I literally wear used grandmother dresses, ginormo buns on my head and my clothes backwards means I don't care if my tag shows. LUDACRIS! BLASPHEME!...okay so yeah I really didn't care...

You want to know what I do care about though?1 When people say NEWtellu instead of NUHtella. These are the things that really matter people. Whether our decadent desserts are pronounced right!

Coat Sale!

2012-01-05T06:30:00.000-08:00

I must confess something... I have a strange obsession with vintage inspired coats. I've been collecting them forever and the other night I decided to give you guys the chance to have a few pieces from my ongoing collection! Just e-mail if me your interested in buying one!

From top left: Vintage pale blue trench (size 6-7): $35, Red faux fur jacket (size 9-10): $20, Oversized button trench (size 8-9): $30, Purple Picnic Jacket (size 9-10): $20, Green Wool Peacoat (size 8-9) $35, Cream and green checkered trench (size 8-9): $20, Lauren Moffat Arrow Coat (size 9-12): $100, Baby Pink Wool Coat (8-9): $35

Salami and Cheese

2012-01-03T19:50:00.000-08:00

dress: thrifted and revived sweater: swapped bow: Grandma'd tights: Kohl's shoes: Thrifted mustache ring: gifted

Sir Matt slipped this silly little mustache ring into my stocking for Christmas and I about died when I saw it. What's a girl to do when her boy just knows the perfect little things to make his lady smile. So I gave him a giant salami and cheese to make his Christmas. No but really, I did. A giant two pound salami. What? You've never heard the saying that salami and cheese make men weak in the knees? It's probably because I just made it up. Clever no? One thing to know about my Matt, salami and cheese are two of his favorite things...aside from cream colored ponies and crisp apple streudel of course.

Let's Talk About Lipstick Shall We

2012-01-03T07:30:00.000-08:00

Punch Drunk- Urban Decay True Red-Studio Gear

0194 B- Sephora Red Lizard-NARS

Lipstick is one of my very favorite ways to dress up an outfit, I must confess. Wearing jeans and an old tee? Throw on some lipstick and you'll feel like a million bucks. That my friend is a promise. Anyways, I wanted to give you guys the list of my very favorite colors that I am severely in love with. Here are the deets.For a bright red lip- True Red from Studio Gear. It lasts for.ev.er no joke, I apply it once in the morning and I'm good for the whole day, and it's also really affordable. I'm telling you guys, this one is my go to for everything. Another bright red I love is Red Lizard from Nars. It's a bit more pricy but is a bit of a deeper red for an even bolder look. When I'm wearing a red lip I always make sure to use a liner or else I feel like my lips resemble more of a birthday party clown. The liner I use for both of these reds is a Sangria from Sephora's brand of lip liners. For an orange lip like the first picture I use Punch Drunk from Urban Decay. I especially love this one because it works as both a lip stick and a liner so you don't even need to worry about finding a liner to match it. For a deep berry lip my top pick is Burlesque from Studio Gear. And for a playful pink I wear 0194B from Sephora. I hope that helps you guys in picking out your own lipsticks! A word to the wise, give the red at least four tries before you give up on it. It takes a bit of getting used to but I promise, you will fall in love. Questions? Shoot me an e-mail!

Lions Tigers and Bears

2012-01-02T06:35:00.000-08:00

shirt: thrifted blazer: Anthro trousers: Anthro belt: thrifted shoes: thrifted necklace: thrifted/made by my sis

Have you guys ever seen sandlot? Puhleease,I know who I'm talking to, you guys are only the coolest of cats so yes...the answer is YES...or speedily repent and go see it. Anywho, there's this giant dog that all of the kids are terrified of. When I watched that movie I was all in my twelve year old brain, "LOSERS! It's only a dog! Go get your dumb baseballs back...why do you even like baseball anyways...it's boring. I'm going to go feed my Gigapet." Anyways, I thought it was no big deal this large dog mammal.

So today, me and the Indian are jogging our usual jog. Only this time I decide to keep my life nice and spicaaay and change the jogging route. So I twist and turn on a different road and wham bam we're on a new adventure. All of the suddent this ginormous beast with the mane of a lion (NO JOKE it had a mane!) and the body of a bear comes charging at us from behind a fence. And I give Indie the wide eyed look that says, "PROTECT ME MY FLUFFY BALL OF SCRUFF" Indie quickly listens to my command and hides between my legs (what she's tough in her own sensitive way okay) and so then I decide to just run off.

Quick recap. Body of bear, mane of lion. Charging at me. I run. Thing charging at me was behind a fence. And I still ran.

So after this experience I have come to two conclusions.

1. That was no dog...that was a Bearion...clearly the logical conclusion.

2. Due to conclusion number one I am not a whimp but rather wicked awesome because hello...I just saw a Bearion with my own two eye balls and am living to tell the story. Now excuse me. I'm going to go feed my Gigapet.

Indie The Binge Eater

2011-12-29T09:55:00.000-08:00

skirt: thrifted blazer: TJ Maxx blouse: thrifted tights: Kohl's shoes: thrifted belt: thrifted

When Indie comes home for Christmas she really just can't control herself anymore. She found herself tempted by treats left and right and thought to herself, my diet ends today! Today I enjoy Christmas! And so she's started sneaking food from unsuspecting toddlers, begging for treats from underneath the dinner table and even resorted to sneaking into cupboards and closets to satisfy her Christmas sweet tooth. I'm concerned about her losing her girlish figure, I mean really how much of this holiday binge eating can one girl handle?

The damage?

-1 bag of cough drops puked up on the patio

-3 M&M's snuck from a stocking

-4 barbecue Pringles stolen at lunchtime

-1 giant bag of doggie bone presents that she found and demolished before we could give it to her for Christmas

-Whipped cream from a fallen pie slice

- And a milky way bar...once again found puked up on the patio.

She's living the dream. And has also committed to joining weight watchers the second her Christmas break is over.

Photo Booth 101

2011-12-27T10:57:00.000-08:00

When taking pictures in a photo booth...
1. Do try to cram as many people as possible in, it makes for lots of laughing
2. Don't sit so close to the camera that your forehead takes up half of the pictures
3. Do make at least one pig face....at least one.
4. When in doubt...kick the husband out. Sorry Sir Matt but girls love the face time.
5. Next time give your niece a boost so there's more documentation of her than her nostrils and eyes.
6. Last but not least, just look as crazy as dang possible. It makes for great memories.

We Kinda Like You Guys

2011-12-25T09:09:00.000-08:00

Revival Files

2011-12-23T11:33:00.000-08:00

Total Cost: $6

Disclaimer for my angry face in the first picture, I didn't realize I looked like someone just ate the last bite of my cinnamon roll and I was about to go all crazy face on 'em. I mean really though, who eats the last bite of your cinnamon roll!? You know the ooey gooey center that you've been trying to get to the whole time you've been eating the cinnamon roll, and then someone just snatches that thing like they did you a favor. Man don't mess with me and my cinnamon roll finale. I mean it's not like this happened in real life and I might have pouted about it for an hour in cinnamony anger...yeah it's not like I'm holding a grudge or anything. Yeah...that's what I tell myself at night when I realize I can never get that last bite back and a solemn tear rolls down my cheek. Just one tear, their more dramatic. Moral of the story, lego my Ego, sorry trying to rhyme with cinnamon is harder than it looks. You get the gist.

Holiday Hair Tutorial

2011-12-22T09:56:00.000-08:00

I'm sure all of you shnazzy girls out there have lot's of Christmas celebrations to go to this weekend so my awesome girl Stephanie who is the most talented hair and makeup artist I know made a holiday hair tutorial just for you guys and it is so easy and perfect for a holiday look! Enjoy guys!

P.S. Stephanie does makeup and hair for weddings and she has an awesome site with all of her styles on it. I love to go there for hair inspiration, go check it out!

Styled

2011-12-21T09:00:00.000-08:00

Remember the fashion shoot I styled last month that I was so completely in love with. Well here are the final prints.I absolutely loved working on this project. The total spread took twelve hours and with two pizzas, lots of Starbursts, cookies and chips and salsa we were all able to hang in there and make ourselves a pretty dang good fashion spread.What do you guys think? You likey?

Also, the green trousers (sz2), cream heels (sz6), wine plum dress (sz2), and floral dress (sz11) were all revived and are now for sale.If your interested e-mail me!

Photographer. Hair and Makeup. Styled by yours truly.

Want to Know What Me and Sir Matt Came Up With This Week?

2011-12-20T15:19:00.000-08:00

And A Partridge In A Pear Tree

2011-12-19T12:43:00.000-08:00

blazer: thrifted blouse: thrifted necklace: thrifted belt: thrifted jeans: Vigoss boots: Call It Spring

We're in Colorado! It was a grueling drive because of course me and Sir Matt had absolutely no sleep from finals week. So as the crem de la crem of wives I volunteered to drive the first half so Matt could sleep. So there I am driving, jamming to my sweet tunes (NO BIEBER ALLOWED!) and then all of the sudden Matt does a full freaky body twitch and sits up straight and says, "Ah man I just keep dreaming that you're driving us off the edge of a cliff." Nothing like lots of trust and confidence to make you feel like a driving rock star. After about twenty of these jolts and telling me I was driving us to our doom I declared there would be no sleeping for Sir Matt, "None at all!" I said. A word to the wise, never tell a sleepy Matt he can't sleep, it will result in two big gulp Dr. Peppers, two bags of gummy bears.....simultaneously sneaking Indie gummy bears when he feels the need for entertainment, one box of Redvines, one bag of mambas, making Indie do the Mamba for a few laughs and a partridge in a pear tree....or something unto it. Either way, I'm just glad to be home and so is Indie because let's face it Matt was getting desperate for something to keep him awake and was starting to consider dressing Indie up in my fabric scraps that I brought to make her look like one of the three wisemen...yes we arrived just in the nick of time.

Free Bokeh Pattern!

2011-12-16T08:34:00.000-08:00

I love taking pictures of christmas lights with a bokeh on the lense. They make lights look so whimsical and pretty. So I wanted to give you guys a pattern to make your own bokeh for your camera!

via

All you need to do is right click on the image below and cut and tape together. Enjoy!

A Giveaway For A Good Cause

2011-12-15T09:20:00.000-08:00

Tis the season to give to a good cause..isn't that what Santa says? One thing that always gets me in the Christmas spirit is giving service to those in need, really though, doesn't it just give you the warm fuzzies? There's really something magical about completely forgetting yourself and trying to help others out. So this week my friend Claire told me about how she's selling her handmade jewelry for a good cause and I was so excited to let you guys know about it. Claire is having a giant jewelry extravaganza where she's selling jewelry that she's handmade herself and donating the proceeds to The Caring Place Cancer Center. How cool is that?! She's doing it in honor of her aunt who is now in remission. So here's where you guys come in. First of all, she wants to give away this necklace I'm wearing to one of you! And invite you all to come to her jewelry extravaganza here in Orem Utah this weekend. Can't make it? That's totally fine, you can still make a difference! I'll be taking donations for the Caring Place Cancer Center all weekend so just e-mail me and I'll get you all set up. Even if it's just a dollar every bit helps. If you would like to buy some awesome jewelry for a great cause here's Claire's post all about the event. As far as the giveaway, just leave a comment below the post telling us who your hero is and why you'd like to give them this necklace. The giveaway will close Sunday night and we'll announce the winner Monday. Good luck guys!

Hang In There

2011-12-14T08:38:00.000-08:00

blouse: in the shop skirt:thrifted tights: Target boots: thrifted belt: thrifted

Sorry for the lack of writing this week. I promise I'll be back to my opinionated wordy self once finals are over. Until then please watch this for me. I absolutely died over the two brothers at the end. I can't even...

New Traditions

2011-12-13T07:56:00.000-08:00

Me and Sir Matt are new at this whole being a family thing. It's kind of a funny thing really, I just never really thought of us as our own family before. But suddenly it smacked me in the face, I got all panicky and I said to Matt I said, "Matt, we're a family....we need traditions! We need traditions today!" so we put on our best thinkers and decided what our little McCammon family wanted for our Christmas traditions. We came uo with some old , some new, some awesome, okay all awesome and put into action our new traditions yesterday by making our very own homemade ornaments. Matt made an oh so Christmasy boy in a baseball cap and I made a Domo. I know they just scream holly jolly and all things merry. On a very random note I think you should all know that every time I pass by Matt's ornament I think of the Pillsbury dough boy being poked in the belly button and going "hooo hooo!" You know exactly what noise I'm talking about don't you:) Strange. yes. But True.

Busta Move

2011-12-12T07:57:00.000-08:00

dress:thrifted and revived tights:Kohl's necklace:thrifted belt: thrifted shoes:thrifted

Me and Matt are trying to figure out the longest thing we've ever memorized. We've decided that mine is the Fresh Prince of Bel-air theme song and his is Ice Ice Baby. Yeah, that's right, so classy. Now excuse me while I go bust an old school Will Smith rap with my main squeeze.

10 bonus points for another pal that has it memorized. Redeemable when we move to Bel-air and play b-ball outside of the school.

Note Worthy

2011-12-10T10:13:00.000-08:00

I'm just going to keep the music coming on Saturday's because I love finding new music from others and last week from your guys' suggestions I found a ton of awesome stuff. My girl Kylee introduced me to these guys and I could not stop listening to them all week, I'm telling you while I walked to class, while I rush sewed my final project, while I edited what seemed like millions of pictures.It kept me calm when I felt so ridiculously overwhelmed.

So what do you guys think?! Any more music suggestions for me!?

Cash Credit or Soup

2011-12-09T07:52:00.000-08:00

blouse: Nordstrom (50%off !) trousers: Anthropologie (70%off!)

When it starts to get to finals week my brain starts to go all hay wire. I can't explain it really, it's like all rational thoughts exit la cabeza and some frizzy haired screechy voiced weirdo takes over. So yesterday, I'm at the bookstore checking out. The clerk lady kindly says ,"your total is one million dollars." or some number close to that. And you know what I did? I'll tell you what I did. I reached into my backpack, right past my wallet and pulled out a container of soup that I had brought from home for lunch. I then opened it....at the cash register...mmm chicken and dumpling aroma. All of the sudden I realized what I'd done. I looked at the line behind me and thought about what excuse I'd use, " Sorry guys I'm an idiot and mistaked this here bowl of soup for my wallet....it was an honest mistake." I thought maybe I'd say, "Finals brain...it gets me every time." but instead the clerk just stared at me all wide eyed and I slowly put the lid back on my soup, put it back in my backpack and grabbed my wallet. I then whispered under my breath, "I have no idea why I just did that." She looked at me sympathetically like, "Poor schmuck." and then I kindly scooted my butt out of there.

Whenever something weird like that happens I think, " Meh I can't get much weirder than that." But then I go and do something like this and shock myself all over again. Finals be gone so I can get my regular brain back please!!

Who tries to pay a clerk in soup?? Who I ask you who??!!

Free Christmas Printable

2011-12-08T08:46:00.000-08:00

What's this you wonder, why it's a Christmas printable to make your home merry and bright! Frame it, hang it on a picture line, do as you wish. I have mine framed in my living room. Enjoy!

Well This Is Embarassing...

2011-12-07T08:01:00.000-08:00

dress: in the shop belt: thrifted tights: We Love Colors wedges: thrifted

Didn't see that one coming did you. Yeah me neither, I mean I didn't even realize it until I was changing into my pajamas and I thought to myself, "Woah. Have you been dressed like a stop light all day? Yes Sarah, yes you have. Huh. Not bad." Meh, these things happen. Sometimes we dress in neutrals, warm tones and cool tones....and then sometimes we dress as traffic lights. You say tomato I say bring on the color.

Just What the Doctor Ordered

2011-12-06T08:02:00.000-08:00

I've been recovering from a cold that did quite the number on me over Thanksgiving break and I've been begging Sir Matt for a night that we could just relax. So yesterday we came home, I put my most fluffy socks on and my coziest granny sweater. Made some homemade chicken and dumplings (want the recipe?) and caught up on our favorite shows. And then just sat around with a mug of hot chocolate while my Indian eyed every single sip I took. It was so just what we needed.

What is Hungring You Ask?

2011-12-05T08:18:00.000-08:00

blazer: thrifted blouse: Ann Taylor Loft necklace: thrifted belt: thrifted jeans:thrifted shoes: Call It Spring

Hungring. You know what it is don't you. You know when you're near completely losing sanity, and there's a bear scratching from the inside of your tummy...and then you decide to go grocery shopping. Oh and of course you have no grocery list, you left in haste because of your dire need for food. So you just aimlessly wander the never ending aisles throwing anything that has colorful packaging into your cart. You think to yourself, " You know what, I deserve this!Nay. I need this!" It's not until your parked in the grocery store parking lot wolfing down a package of Lofthouse sugar cookies that you realize the glory of what you have just done. And you think that you could just kiss the awkward little grocer boy that realized your hungring and bagged your Doritos, Oreos and sugar cookies all in one bag. Oh yes, some think of hungring as a plague, but I believe it is the greatest of experiences. I mean there are moments of sheepishness, like when your eating said cookies in your sweats while still parked in the grocery store lot and a pretty, tiny girl walks by and see's you double fisting those decadent glory's, but as the girl passes you just think. "Yeah that's right! I'm awesome!!! And no longer hungry!!" So here's to all the peeps who go hungring. May grocery stores never run out of sweet and salty delights and may our favorite song come on while we eat in our cars!

Note Worthy

2011-12-03T08:03:00.000-08:00

I have not been able to get Lisa Hannigan's amazing music out of my head for weeks. Her voice is unto a steam engine (weird metaphor, but nevertheless so true!) and when she's paired with Damien Rice, sweet magic that must be how babies are born. Here are my top 4...also someone please throw paint at me so I can be cool like Lisa.

Want to share with me some of your favorites right now...because finding new music is kind of one of my secret loves.

Revival Files: Tis The Season

2011-12-02T08:30:00.000-08:00

Speaking of this merry season. I overheard possibly THE most jolly of all conversations yesterday on campus. Have a listen in won't you.

Fluffy hair boy: "Hey you should come over this weekend and hang out."

The ginger :"Ok. But only if you come carollamaing with us."

FHB: "What the heck is carollamaing?"

TG: "Dude get this. We go around caroling...with a live lama.We already have the llama and everything."

FHB: "Are you kidding me?"

TG: "No. My dad knows a guy with a llama. It's the real deal man."

Umm. One question. How can I instantly become friends with these guys? Do you think they'd let me join their llama club if they knew that I once named a llama Larry and then fed him a McDonald side salad? True story.

This fall...according to my phone

2011-12-01T07:43:00.000-08:00

The Best Nickname In All The Land

2011-11-30T07:32:00.000-08:00

We were so excited for Indie to finally get to meet all of our family over Thanksgiving. I was getting a little bit nervous though you know. I mean I talked her up SO much. What if she didn't deliver the goods. Or even worse, what if she puppy farted in their face and they hated her forever! How horrific, a true travesty! So I gave Indie a little talk, I said to her, I said, " Indie, everyone thinks your amazing, and you are don't get me wrong, but sometimes you can be well...you know...be nibbly and gassy (she looked down in embarrassment, I don't think she likes to talk about her flachalants much)." So she nodded and i knew that my Indie genius would be just fine. So with her head held high we walked in the doors and you know what happened the second we walked in. My adorable little niece said, " LOOK! It's Undie! Undie! Undie!" and all Indie refinement left the building and she loved those kids and nibbled and tooted as much as her little body could handle. Meh, we love her for the little poop she is I suppose. Poor Indie has a new nickname forever now though, I just wish we had multiple Indies so I could yell UNDIES at the top of my lungs when they needed to come inside. I know, when I wish, I wish big.

I've been so excited to tell you guys about this!

2011-11-29T08:21:00.000-08:00

I know I say this all the time but I am so incredibly grateful for you guys and I wanted to do something special for you this holiday season. Once a week, each week before Christmas I'm going to give away something made by yours truly. And it will be free of course! Because really what's better than free?! Nothing, the answer is nothing. Whether it's a download, pattern or tutorial it's just my little way to say that you're awesome and that I am so incredibly glad to have you guys around this Christmas season!

I hope my first Christmas present to you can save you a few smackaroonies. I know that Christmas cards can be expensive...and also extremely ugly. So I made a Christmas card printable!

Just right click on the image and click "save as" and it's all yours!

Enjoy!

P.S. I'm selling my Nikon D5000 (I named her Nancy!) If you're interested in buying it you can find the ad here.

Thanktitude...or something like it.

2011-11-28T07:42:00.000-08:00

dress: thrifted belt: thrifted tights: Target shoes: Call It Spring

We're back! Sorry I disappeared on you guys, it was just one of those things where being with family was exactly what I needed and I just wanted to soak up all of it and not be distracted by anything. We had an awesome time in Cali, we spent most of our time in San Diego. The delicious food was in abundance, the cute children were plentiful, and the family gave warm fuzzies a many. Can I just get sappy for a second and say that I have so much to be grateful for this year. So much has changed, and when I mean so much I mean just about everything, jobs, career plans, friends, housing. But I wouldn't have it any other way, Me and Sir Matt are learning and growing together every day, and I'm so grateful that sometimes when everything seems to change I know that me and Sir Matt are there to support and love one another. And que the sappy sob. Aside from my stud of a man, I have an amazing family that are my closest and best friends. I have AWESOME friends, no names needed, you know who you are. And of course my little Indie, what would I be without my Indian!? I would cease to exist without that scruffy ball of fluff! And did I mention you guys? Because really, your sweet e-mails, friendships and support are really just the butter to my roll. My delicious homemade Thanksgiving roll that is.

2011-11-22T09:04:00.000-08:00

blouse: thrifted and revived jeans: nordstrom necklace: e-bay watch:thrifted boots: thrifted belt: thrifted

Me and the gang are heading out to California for the week! Ahh sweet glory the craziness can take a pause for a while. I'll catch you poops (poops is a term of endearment around these parts) on the flippity flop.

The Dream Team

2011-11-21T07:19:00.000-08:00

I've been working for a while now on a styling job for a high fashion commercial photo shoot and the shoot was this weekend! I wanted to give you guys a sneak peak behind the scenes before I show you guys the entire spread. Ahhh it was so fun, and can I just say how bad I want styling to be my full time job. It's so much fun dreaming up outfits for characters and then creating them and getting to see it all come to life. All the crazy sewing and fitting and preparing is so worth it. We had an awesome time at the shoot too, by the end of the night we were calling each other the dream team, seriously, I got to work with some talented people that are so great at what they do. And well...they kind of happen to be great people too. Blah blah sappy sappy, dream team I'm telling you.

Here's some of the dream teams links:) Photographer. Hair and Makeup Stylist.

To Be Wed

2011-11-17T19:14:00.001-08:00

skirt: thrifted shirt: target belt: thrifted tights: Kohl's

I'm off to Salt Lake this weekend to shoot a wedding for one of my best friends. I'm so extremely happy for her and to get to see every little moment through my camera will be so fun. Also, Salt Lake is so cute and pretty during the holidays. I'll snag a few pictures of it for you guys too. you didn't think I would forget you now did you:)

You Like My Buns?

2011-11-16T18:26:00.001-08:00

blouse: thrifted sweater:thrifted skirt: handmade belt: thrifted tights: Kohl's shoes: Call It Spring

Yesterday while my hair was doing it's crazy bun thing a girl came up to me and said,

"excuse me...do you do your hair yourself."

me: "ummmm....uhuh."

girl: "you shouldn't do it anymore..."

me: "huh."

girl: "you should have your husband do it for you."

......

girl smiles

me: "Is it a little too crazy for you?"

girl "......nooo?well does your husband like your hair?"

me: "sometimes. Sometimes he doesn't. But I do what I want."

girl: (awkward smile)"...oh....okay then"

awkwardly walks away.

What just happened there? Is that what I think it was? Did she diss my hair when she hadn't even met me before? You know what this gives me...incentive to make the bun even bigger today and hope that I see her again. I'm coming for ya crazy bun lady!

Furby's Creep Me Out

2011-11-16T07:35:00.000-08:00

skirt: thrifted blouse:thrifted tights: Kohl's belt: thrifted shoes: Call It Spring

When I'm having an off day most days I can attribute my craziness due to the fact that I was raised in the 90's. Let's think about this for a sec and maybe it shall all make sense to you too.

1. My biggest dream for my life was to have one of those inflatable couches in my room. Dream came true and then suddenly deflated (HA!) when my dog bit my brand new hot pink sofa. Come on, you know exactly which couches I'm talking about.

2. Slap bracelets were bomb.dot.com. If you didn't have one then really..what was your purpose in life?

3. I spent most of my time wondering if my Gigga pet had enough to eat....or if it might just inexplicably die tomorrow. Or were you one of those people with a Furby instead? I had nightmares of those things for years!

4. When I wasn't feeding my virtual pet I was jamming out to Spice World and wondering if I was more of the scary spice or sporty spice type (puhleaase, is there even a question, sporty spice wins every time).

5. If acid jeans weren't cool, than life had no meaning.

Oh 90's how I miss you.

How To Become a Hoarder

2011-11-15T08:55:00.000-08:00

First you find an owl. It's a harmless
owl really, so cute and tiny, and it was only two dollars. There's no beating that. So yes, you keep it.

But then you see the deer. Oh and he is cute too! He's all noble and holiday like. Oh you love him too....and your owl DOES need a friend. It would be a lonely place without the deer too. It only makes sense to get the deer...and the deer is only 100 pennys. Yes, getting the deer makes sense...for the owls sake of course.

And then you see these strange strange things. Two heads? Who bought these? Nay who made these? They look like creepy children of the corn. Sir Matt would HATE these! Oh he would DESPISE them! I must have them...it only makes sense. To get a good laugh out of Sir Matt...yes it is worth it, and after all, they are only a dollar.

And then I realized that I have become a hoarder, and that I have two creepy heads staring at me on my dresser.

Flop Flop Flop

2011-11-14T08:13:00.000-08:00

cardigan: thrifted dress: thrifted tights:c/o We Love Colors shoes: Call It Spring

Oh you guys. I failed you. 11:11 was a total flop. I got to work at precisely 11 and then at 11:11 thought to myself, "Don't I need to be doing something right now." It wasn't until I was eating lunch scarfing down my avocado grilled cheese while walking on campus that I yelled "AHHH FREAK!" because I'd completely forgotten about it,( the yell was promptly followed by a dirty look from a googly eyed couple beside me). But then I remembered that there were two eleven elevens in one day! Ahhh such luck! There was hope! I vowed not to miss it. I crossed my heart even, it is true! So then during the second eleven eleven I was watching The Big Year and eating fistfulls of blueberry sour punch straws and simultaneously wondering how a movie about birds could be so dang interesting. It wasn't until one in the morning as I was falling asleep that it hit me that I'd missed it...AGAIN. I rolled over and woke Indie up to tell her the devastating news, "I missed the most triumphant day of my life Indie." to which she responded by halfway opening one of her eyes and snorting, only to fall back asleep again within the second. Obviously Indie felt my pain too. I missed it??? I missed it dang it!! Oh heartbroken am I. Will I ever have such an awe inspiring opportunity again? And also, what are Indie's dreams about? These are the things that haunt my mind.

I Need Your Help!

2011-11-11T08:40:00.000-08:00

dress:thrifted belt:thrifted blouse:thrifted tights:Kohls shoes: Call It Spring

Day's like today are just...the best of days! You see, it all started on May 5, 2005 at 5:55. I thought to myself, something amazing must happen today, it must! And so you know what I did. On 5:55, I mooned my sister. and as I streaked across the living room I yelled,

"You'll remember this day forever!"

Ah it was an amazing day! Nay unforgettable...and scarring for my little sister, but all great things come with a price right! So now I need your help, I need to do something even better at 11:11 on 11/2011, you know. I promise, if you guys give me ideas I'll do at least one of your guys' suggestions and report back. Help me please! This day must be one for the record books!

Ready set go.

I'm Missing...

2011-11-10T08:19:00.000-08:00

I'm guest posting over at Busy Bee Lauren and it's all about my favorite little black dress. One of my prized possessions that I can't believe I've never shown you guys...it's from the 50's!

Santa Does Exist I Tell You

2011-11-09T07:14:00.000-08:00

sweater: F21 blouse: thrifted trouser: c/o EShatki shoes: thrifted

Such things as walking and running are done a lot these days by the Indian and I. We also enjoy the frequent gallop, trot, frollick and skip as well (if you're wondering what the difference between a gallop and a trot is then you should know that in my mind a trot is much clunkier and manly than a gallop, and now you know the difference) so me and the Indian were enjoying a walk together, on such occassions I always bring with me my handy dandy roll of poop bags (sorry there's just not an elegant way to say poop bag is there...dung holder?? no, no elegant way) because walking does a magical mystical thing to Indie, all of the sudden she just has the need to poop on everything. So anyways, I indeed, forgot the wretched sack for crap. So as my luck (or terrible lack therof) would have it, Indie starts to doesie the twosie in someones yard. I'm thinking, "Well this stinks (literally), but at least no ones here to see it." Then, I hear a rattle...and a jangle...and a fumble. And I see a man, in the driveway of the yard my dog is currently dumping on, and he's getting something out of his car. I froze. I mean really what do you do in this situation (PLEASE SOMEONE TELL ME!!!). I held my breath. I didn't move a muscle. And my mature brain exited my skull and my five year old brain entered and all of the sudden it seemed completely rational that if I didn't move, he couldn't see me. He got out of the car (indie still pooping), walked up the driveway (Indie starting to waddle away from the poop awkwardly), he opened his front door (indie now kicking at where she just pooped) and walked in the house, all without a glance, or hint that he'd even known we were there. IT'S A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE! SANTA DOES EXIST AND GRANT EVERY GIRLS HOPES AND DREAMS! So Santa, if your reading this (wouldn't it be awesome if Santa read fashion blogs! His suit is rather dashing) I would also like a garden gnome for my bookshelf... oh and for Indie to start speaking in spanish only. Good tidings of joy and what not. Sarah.

*Also. do you like my pantalones? Eshatki gave them to me, and they also gave me a pair to give to one of you! Just visit their store and tell me something you'd pick back her in the comments section and you're entered!

Can Love Give You Wings?

2011-11-08T14:30:00.000-08:00

Ahh yes another photo project. For this one we were asked to show what we would change if we could change something about the world. Mine was that when you were in love there would be no gravity. A little hopeless romantic I suppose....

Oooooh so spooky!

2011-11-08T08:30:00.000-08:00

You guys. How the heck did I forget to show you all of the Halloween fun that went on at the McCammon house. Ahh what a fiend I am. How dare I! Halloween is the one time of year that while all the little ladies dress up in their sultry little numbers that I get to get my unattractive on. This year we had a clue murder mystery dinner, and I practically begged my friend to let me be professor plum. What do you think, am I man enough for you? Wait, don't answer that.

If you caught all of that, yes, I indeed was strangled to death by a dog toy. What, we didn't have a real rope around.If you're wondering where Sir Matt was he was busy being all food poisoned. My night went kind of like this, "Oh hey guys come on in." dash over to the bedroom "Matt do you think you need a bucket?" back to the kitchen"Yeah grab any food you guys want." back to the bedroom "Oh another blanket you have the chills?" The poor guy had an awesome costume planned too but hey, all the better prepared for next year I suppose. Here were a few of my favorite costumes at our party.

Parks and Rec's Ron and Leslie

A pair of "clones"

Nerds

Captain America (he would like you all to know that he made his entire costume)

full time house wife/blogger/homemaker/about to lose it lady

Magician and the magicians assistant

Ah the fun was in abundance. And now....the Christmas music begins. Dare I say that I LOVE THE HOLIDAYS!

You Want Some Shoes??

2011-11-07T11:08:00.000-08:00

So I went thrift shopping a while back and I found some amazing vintage shoes....but they weren't my size. So what does any rational girl do in this situation really?? She hopes people that read her blog might love them...perhaps? So if you guys are interested you get first dibs.

1. Genuine Leather size 8 mid calf boots. (I died a little inside when I realized these weren't my size) $20

2. Red Bow Flats size 81/2, $15

3. Plaid Bow Heels size 9 $10

3. Silver Snake Skin Pumps size 6 (Brand New with DSW tags still on them) $15

If you're interested shoot me an e-mail. I'll just be over here...moping about the fact that I have giant feet and can't fit into these beauties.

also. There's a bunch of new stuff in the shop and it might just include one of my favorite revivals.

Imogen...is there a cooler name?

2011-11-07T06:52:00.000-08:00

blouse: thrifted tank:swapped (F21) jeans:Vigoss

My weekend was simple really..

1. I met an 88 year old woman named Imogen and she is my idol.

2. Me and Sir Matt's hung out with some good friends and simultaneously ate oreo dirt, made Christmas decorations and watched youtube videos like this (so cheesy, so good)

3. I made a Christmas playlist. You bet I'm one of those people that starts listening to it before Thanksgiving.

4. Caught up on all of my favorite shows. Parks and Rec, good, Modern Family ,double good, Vampire Diaries, don't hate me.

5. Slept in every.single.day.

6. Realized there's only two more weeks before we head to Cali for Thanksgiving! And que my terrible fake tap dancing routine.

Don't you just love those uneventful awesome weekends. Anything exciting happen over your weekend?!

Is Huzzah Even Said In Real Life Anyway?

2011-11-04T08:01:00.000-07:00

sweater: F21 shirt:really old belt: thrifted pants: Kohl's boots:thrifted

Me and Sir Matt are the most stubborn of stubborn people. So you see, this makes for lots of golden debates. Now, I say debate because well, we love it. It's a battle of the wits! Nay a battle of honor, to see who comes out on top. One of our favorites is calling each other out on song lyrics. The other day we were in the car listening to "Good life" you know One Republic style. And our conversation went something like this.

Sir Matt (singing): A bear and a gina in Colorado.

Me: Wait wait what did you just say?!

Sir Matt:Nothing.

Sarah: Did you say a bear and a gina in Colorado?

Sir Matt: No

Me: Okay then what did you say?

Sir Matt: I don't know.

Me: hmmmm....proceed, keep singing.

Sir Matt: Now I don''t want to

Me: ohhhh okay...you just all of the sudden don't want to. It's not because you just realized you had the lyrics wrong?

Sir Matt: No

Me: mmmmhmmmm, Its "from paris, to china to Colorado" by the way.

Sir Matt: AHHHH I KNEW IT.

Me: mmmmmmhmmmmmm

Triumph. Take that Sir Matt. It may be short lived, but today I have the wits and honor! Huzzah! (does anyone even say that word outside of text. I think it would sound ridiculous.)

Happy weekend everyone!

The Adventures of Indie

2011-11-03T08:35:00.000-07:00

These days Indie is up to nothing but the most character building of activities. She's very disciplined and cultured you see, and of course only partakes in life's finest.

Chewing on twine of course to protest the use of synthetic materials...

While this may look like she just got a sticker stuck to her rear...she's actually getting paid for this advertising gig. So creative this one.

Giving gifts like unto the wise men. She wrapped it herself.

Promptly cleaning up the wrapping after the giving of gifts. So polite and courteous no?

Protecting socks from the sock thief in our house. Somebody's stealing all of my socks around here, so glad I have my little Indian to protect me.

And of course, posing for her public.

Oh my little Indian, she enjoys only the finest things in life.

Forlorn Makes Me Think of Fog Horns...just sayin'

2011-11-02T07:45:00.000-07:00

Jacket: Macy's shirt: thrifted jeans: thrifted sweater: swapped (Delia's) boots: Target 2010

Why is it that when junk falls out of your fridge it is the brightest most staining object in the whole thing. Let me level with you, I was thinking of what to make for dinner, and when I have such a poopy task at hand the best way to figure what to make is to open the fridge and stare at it blankly for at least fifteen minutes. It really helps if you sprawl out on the tile too, you know, just look up at it like it's the sun and it's blinding you. Yeah...it helps. I mean if that doesn't work nothing will right? right. So I went to go stare at the gaping hole of a fridge I have. And what happened when I opened it? None other than a bottle full of bright right chipotle peppers slopped all over my shoes (if that's not an omen that I shouldn't cook dinner I don't know what is). How rude you spicay little chipotles you.I mean really, couldn't it have been that plain rice sitting right next to you...or perhaps the pitcher of water. I mean what do you even use chipotle peppers for!!! Oh the irony! So it's a sign right? You're right I should never cook again. I just can't ignore the sign...because I mean once I ignored this sign that said the world was ending this year and then well we all know what happened after that...oh yeah nothing, okay that doesn't prove my point so well. Anyways, take-out has been decreed here in the McCammon land, and the fridge is moping over in the corner looking all forlorn and begging me to open it. Nottta chance you fridge full of trickery. Nottttaaa chance!

Such a Fan Am I

2011-11-01T09:05:00.000-07:00

skirt:thrifted belt: thrifted shirt: thrifted shoes: target necklace: grandma'd

The smell of chemicals burned my nose just enough to make my eyes water and I sat there wondering what this Twix person would be like (and also if my bright yellow tights really did match what I was wearing, you know, I only ponder about the critical things). I kept coming up with scenarios in my head, bleach blonde hair, an 80's jacket and an italian accent? perhaps. maybe wearing gold shoes and a grill...definitely possible. But then I was greeted by this charming little face.

You guys. Twix is awesome! Nay magnificent! He totally stole my heart! We chatted about that I just might, maybe may have the guts to cut my bangs straight across (last time I had that hair cut I was 8). And with a little bit of convincing we went for it! And I love it!

I completely admitted to him that I chose him solely based on his awesome candy bar name and that I promised some people on my blog a picture...he was more than happy to oblige in a picture for you guys. So what do you think? Are you a Twix fan yet?!

We Dream of Snickers and Twix

2011-10-31T18:25:00.000-07:00

We just wanted to stop in and wish you guys a Happy Halloween! Let it be filled with all your hopes and dreams, lots of sweets...and mustachios of course:)

These Glasses Are The Size Of My Face.Truth.

2011-10-31T08:08:00.000-07:00

blazer:thrifted shirt:swapped(F21) belt:thrifted jeans:TJMaxx glasses:Boss purse:swapped(Target) boots: thrifted

Two Halloween parties at my house this weekend and one food poisoned Matt makes one exhausted Sarah. I need a weekend for my weekend. Oh sweet glory help me get through this week, I'm already in Thursday's greasy hair because I woke up way too late mode. It's going to be one greasy, fall asleep in my classes week. Alas it was for a good cause, THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS SPOOKY! I shall prevail.

Also. I got my hair did. But more on that later!

What what on my face?

2011-10-28T08:03:00.000-07:00

dress: thrifted belt: thrifted tights: We Love Colors boots: thrifted

So I have this secret daily joy. Reading what people google to get to my blog. Can I share? Here are my favorites from this week.

1. "hickies on my face"
2. "girl the dresses like miley cyrus"
3. "beached car"
4. "Boy face big"
5. "the weird milkmaid"

All you googlers I applaud you. Keep making my day won't you?

Twix Isn't Just a Candy Bar These Days

2011-10-27T07:38:00.000-07:00

shirt: handmade scarf: handmade belt: thrifted jeans: Vigoss boots: thrifted sunnies: thrifted

Want to know something scaryily appropriate for halloween? I haven't cut my hair in over a year. Did you shriek? Isn't that just terrifying. I mean if I were a man, I'd look homeless...well and also look like a man. So I figured it was time, so I called up my usual place to schedule a hair appointment (and by usual I mean annual, what we're poor college students. don't judge.) and I ask for an appointment with my main man, his name is Shep if you must know. And the cute little receptionist that gave her s'sssssss just a little too much sssssss told me that he was booked until January. JANUARY?! JANUARY?! Must I say January one more time?! I thought only people like Snookie and Lady G were booked that far in advance. So I ask for another stylist she likes and she books me an appointment for this weekend.

Guess what his name is?

Twix.

This concerns me.

1. He's named after a candy bar (one of my favorites by the way!)

2. Will I perhaps walk out with numbers shaved into the side of my head because he's a straight up G.

3. Doesn't Twix just sound...girly.

4. Did I mention he's named after a dang candy bar!

I was way too intrigued by this twix man to say no. I mean who am I to judge. My name is Sarah after all and that's pretty out there and unique as far as names go so wouldn't that be just calling the kettle hot...or black....or full of tea. So I made the appointment...with Twix, and if Monday I have pictures as a bald woman, well now you'll know why.

Cornbellis Does Not Mean A Belly Made of Corn

2011-10-26T07:45:00.000-07:00

Every year to get in the fall mood me and the gang take an adventure to Cornbellies. I have to admit when I heard the name Cornbellies for the first time I giggled...of course at the thought of a belly made of corn. HOW ATROCIOUS! Anyways, after making fun of it, we decided to try it out and it's been a tradition ever since. We of course only participate in the most fallish of activities; riding mechanical bulls, wandering through corn mazes, eating carmel apples, pumpkin spice cakes and soup out of bread bowls, racing blow up horseys....ah yes nothing like the good 'ol cornbellies experience. Just one tip if you do go though...you won't have the full Cornbellies experience unless you're wearing a flannel t-shirt and boots. Just sayin', it just won't be as good. You've been warned. Bring the flannel.

Rhymes With Walls...

2011-10-25T08:23:00.000-07:00

dress: thrifted blouse: thrifted shoes: JC Penny

You know the feeling of trying to do just a little bit more than your puny little cerebellum can handle. Like trying to talk on the phone while typing, or trying to listen to a conversation while you read,dare I say... it's impossible! It makes me feel like all of the little circuits in my cranium might explode. Yet I keep on trying...just to see if maybe just maybe this time I can do it.

There's always been one thing though that I always think I can handle but turns out disastrous every time. Talking on the phone and riding my bike.

But you see, my need to talk on the phone to leave Sir Matt a message was dire this time, absolutely critical! of the utmost importance!

So there I was, leaving Sir Matt a message on the phone with one hand, and awkwardly steering myself on my bike through a crowd of people on campus. All of the sudden this girl turns right in front of me...just straight up zigs her zags. I braked as fast as I could, but my only free hand happened to be on the front brake, and I just may have launched myself straight off of my bike. I fumble, I groan, I let out this nasty little word of mine that is sooooo not something I should say but just happens to fly out of my mouth any time I'm stressed...or angry...or feeling obnoxious. (You want to know what it is now don't you, how I started saying this word in dire situations is another story, please ask me about it sometime!), anyways, back to the falling, so I'm on the ground and then I look around and see that at least fifteen people watched me fall off my bike and yell this terrible word of mine (okay okay I'll give you a hint, it rhymes with halls, DON'T HATE ME MOM!). Ughhhh whhhyyyy must I be so clumsy! I'm cursed I tell you, cursed!!!

So anyways, I get up to go home, tell myself to remember that I'll probably never see any of these people again. But still I'm feeling all shaky from the adrenaline rush and like maybe I just might start sobbing.

So finally I make it home, walk in the door and Sir Matt's just laughing at me. The whole fall was recorded in the message I was trying to leave him. OH THE EMBARRASSMENT! It went something like this.

"Guess what! I saw the creepiest mustache man on campus today....ahhh what is she doing...ffdjksalf;djskdjsakl... AH *ALLS! ughhhoooohhh. Oh that hurt."

Needless to say he deleted it out of pity for me, what a gent.

Moral of the story? I'm a clutz and have also probably done some serious damage to my ovaries.

The End.

DIY Revival: Altering A Neckline Tutorial

2011-10-21T08:14:00.000-07:00

1. Cut your neckline a 1/2" higher than you would like it to be

2. Use an extra piece of fabric (I like to use the fabric that I take

when I alter the hem) and pin it right sides together around your neckline.

3. Sew the piece on at the neckline at 1/2"

4. The piece that you have just shown will stick out and not lay flat after you have sewn it.

5. Clip in 1 1/2 segments along the attached strip to flatten the fabric to the garment.

Then flip the attached piece inside the dress.

6. Topstitch along the neckline to keep the attached piece laying flat while you wear it.

You're done!

What do you guys think, should I sell this one or keep it all to myself??

A Self Portrait

2011-10-20T13:25:00.000-07:00

In one of my classes I was asked to do a self portrait. Everybody was complaining about how hard it was to take pictures of themselves. Turns out taking my picture with a tripod and timer every day can come in handy! So when we had our critique and everyone was asked to interpret the picture these were the guesses for mine, "You're tripolar!" "You're the third in a long lost set of triplets!". Yes yes, spot on I confess. My main idea for my self portrait was to show the different sides of me. Can you guess what they are?

I Look Like A Literal Granny In These Pictures.

2011-10-20T07:34:00.000-07:00

A few of my girl-friends asked me if I wanted to take a girl trip to Colorado to show them my stomping grounds. Ummm could there be something more fun....my awesome friends and a roadtrip home! So yes, I said yes. Here are a few pictures from the first day or our trip (I know still more pictures to come). I took them to some of my favorite places in downtown Denver. Oh it was glorious, the was much glory, the glory was in abundance. And we may have got a little...out of hand without boys to keep our heads out of the ~~piles of clothes~~ clouds.

Yeah, we basically shopped our little hearts out. Just wait to see what we did day two:)

P.S. I did a little bit of closet cleaning and there's lots of new stuff in the shop!

Why Do I Always Talk About Bodily Functions??

2011-10-19T08:10:00.000-07:00

cardigan: F21 skirt:thrifted blouse:thrifted tights:target shoes: thrifted

I have to tell you...I must tell you...no I can't....BUT I MUST(internal struggle!) So me and the Indian, we get our cuddle on at night. You see, Sir Matt is always my numba one cuddler, but I usually go to bed before him so Indie takes his place as my not so manly but way more fluffy cuddle buddy. What can I say, I can't sleep without a little cuddle first. So last night me and the Indie are falling asleep, I even started getting those brilliant thoughts that are actually crazy and completely irrational, but to your sleepy mind they sound like gold, PURE GOLD! So I'm thinking my brilliant thoughts and I feel Indie wiggle around a bit, she kept wiggling and wiggling sliding further and further up the bed, but I didn't care at all, I was thinking of high heels made of spaghetti noodles and whether or not bathroom sinks could be stopped with loaves of bread. But then something atrocious happened.

I feel like someone just sneezed on my face or something, and I'm startled by the worst smell resembling rotten avocado and a container of milk that's sat out in the hot sun all day.

I quickly open my eyes and there's Indie's hiney. Practically touching my face. And Indie is turned around, wagging her little tale and smiling at me.

I had experienced none other than an up close and personal encounter with a puppy fart to the face! ooh the embarrassment!!! Oh the humanity!!!!

Not cool Indie.

Not cool at all.

I'm just going to go hide in shame now....ugh my mouth was open and everything.

Do They Think We're Weinershnitzels??

2011-10-18T08:30:00.000-07:00

jeans: F21 shirt: F21 scarf:F21
(I'm pretty sure this is the only time something in my outfit hasn't been thrifted)

There is one part of the Halloween festivities that no matter how old I am I may just never be able to give up. I loves me some haunted houses. I've been to a few already this month, I don't know there's just something about running for your life, digging your nails into whoever happens to be next to you, tightening every muscle in your body when you turn a corner. I guess I'm just a sucker for adrenaline. But this year....I've been seeing strange things in haunted houses. Let's talk about it for a sec shall we.

1. I turn a corner, smell gasoline, I'm thinking chain saw and all the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, ready to get the crap scared out of me....only when I turn the corner and I'm greeted by an old lady mowing a lawn. I just sat there, watching her go back and forth thinking...."I don't get it. I just don't get it"She looked at me like, yeah I know this is lame, and I just kept walking, still not really sure if I'd really just seen that.

2. In one haunted house I walk into a meat room. There are fake animal parts hung from the ceiling. Okay this is totally creepy to me...who knows who the heck you're going to meet in a butcher shop right. But then I see a man dressed as a pig....a pig face....holding the cow meat asking me if I want some. What the what??? Why would I want your nasty cow meat you piggy face. Now get out of my regular face!

3. I walk into an extremely messy kitchen (i guess extremely scary for neat freaks or something) and a man asks me if I want supper. I said, "Depends what 'cha cookin?" he said, "some brain stew." all nonchalantly and like a friendly grandfather. I wanted to give him a hug and ask him how his grandkids were doing more than I wanted to run from him.

What's the deal here people? Are haunted houses just running out of ideas??Are they getting all soft on us or something? Am I going to run into the ghost of christmas past next?? I feel like I'm taking crazy pills here (name that movie)!

An Ode to Fall

2011-10-17T08:38:00.000-07:00

These days me and the Indian cannot seem to stop talking walks.

The second I slide my boots on or get out my socks well first....she steals them, and then after hiding them under the bed or behind the couch she heads straight for the door. The other day we just wandered, nowhere really to go but just wanted to be outside and get our cheeks a little rosy. We ventured around the neighborhood me pointing at Halloween decorations like Indie was going to comment on them or something, and she trying to eat every bright yellow leaf she found, only to spit it out seconds later to go capture a new leaf. I really just cannot get enough of it....and luckily Indie doesn't seem to mind the excessive amounts of walks either.

Oh fall, you have captured my heart so.

Revival Files

2011-10-14T10:30:00.000-07:00

Dress: thrifted and revived cardigan: H&M belt: thrifted tights: Kohl's

boots: thrifted

The total cost of this dress was four smackaroonies. If you think about it aren't there just a million things you could do with four big ones. Aren't there though?!

1. Buy four gold fish and set them free in a river (did it once, not as liberating as I thought it would be).

2. Buy two boxes of foil and sail hundreds of foil boats down all the gutters in your neighborhood and create the best sail boat race of all time.

3. Trade your four dollars with your little sister for a five, just give them to her in ones so it will look like she's getting the better end of the deal.

4. Tear four dollars into 100 tiny little pieces and throw them at someone and yell "It's raining money!!!"

5. Slip $4 to a greeter at a restaurant to see if you can bribe your way into a better table.

6. Buy 4 dollar menu fries at McDonald's, sit on a bench near a busy street with them and ask passerby's if they would like one. (Because really who doesn't love a greasy yellow french fry.)

7. Buy a pack of nyquil and a loaf of bread and wrap the nyquil in a piece of bread....feed it to a duck....watch the duck get very very sleepy. (Not admitting to whether I did this or not....OKAY OKAY IT WAS IN MY CARELESS YEARS!)

8. Buy a new nail polish...but don't paint your nails. Make a painting!

9. On ebay set the maximum price to $4 and bid on the first thing that comes up.

10. Buy a jar of nutella....and eat it immediately.

Yes, there are a million things you can do with four dollars. I however, made a dress, suddenly that's not sounding very interesting at all (that sailboat thing is sounding pretty cool right now though no??)

Excuse me...I think I may just have some spare tin foil in the kitchen....

My Boss Is Cool...Real Cool

2011-10-13T14:35:00.000-07:00

My boss is awesome.

Want to know why?

Well aside from being ridiculously cool....she gave me a carmel apple for my birthday.

And it was delicious unto me. And also mightily chewy.

Sunnies Case Tutorial...mustaches are involved!

2011-10-13T07:14:00.000-07:00

I'm always sticking my sunglasses in my purse only to find them later all scratched up and with a cough drop stuck to them or something. So this was my way of keeping my sunnies from harms way (also known as my tornado of a purse)....oh and also, this might have been an excuse to add a mustache to yet another thing I own...Judge me not!

You'll need:

Felt

thread

sewing machine

hot glue gun

scissors

1. Fold your fabric in half and cut a rectangle 8X31/2 inches. Don't cut the fold, this will give you one less seam to worry about.

2. Cut out whatever pattern you would like to apply to the case and hot glue it down.

3. Using a regular stitch, top stitch your pattern down.

4. Now chose a stitch to put together the case, I chose #20 because it looks a little retro.

5. Stitch together your seams and sew over the fold on the edge as well.

Enjoy! Now who wants to come organize my purse?!

My Kind Of Ladies!

2011-10-12T07:40:00.000-07:00

blouse: target vest: mommed skirt: TJ Maxx tights: Kohl's socks: Walmart boots: thrifted watch: thrifted

My soul is a strange soul. It loves old people. It wants to be their bffs, party with them, swap stories with them, cut my hair in a fro and dye it till it turns blue. The works! Oh this love of old people, it is peculiar indeed. So Sunday I was at church, and I was presented with two options. Sit with the young girls at church that talk about trying to get pregnant, where they got their new boots, and how their new hair color just didn't work out the way they planned....OR....sit with ladies that looked something like this

(okay minus the hair color) and listen to them talk about the pumpkins that are taking over their yard, a ladies stories about moving from Columbia in the 50's to live in America and their very favorite soup recipes because it's getting so "nippy". Please, do you even need to ask who I chose.

It served me well.

This week I have a date with my 80 year old Columbian friend (who called me a cubie....a cubie!!! Hopefully that means cute and not cube like?) to make her secret traditional recipes from Columbia! Who needs young friends when you've got such awesome ladies like these to knit and wear granny sweaters with. They get me! They really get me!

Excuses excuses...

2011-10-11T10:08:00.000-07:00

Ughhh I was up all night making this magazine cover for my photography class. It sounded like such an easy assignment last week, plan a photo shoot then make your own cover, yada yada, so I kind of procrastinated this until last night. Turns out teaching yourself how to air brush and recreate all of those tiny little Japanese words while your little puppy flops on her belly across your laptop every minute to beg for a tummy rub...well it makes for a very long night. So this is me saying SORRRYY! I promise tomorrow there will be a pretty little post for you. But can I just say that I am learning so much in this class. I feel like my photography has completely gone to a new level and I am so excited because I'm not even half way through the semester. The photo shoot was such a blast though, I styled it, was the makeup artist and the photographer, I tell you what, if that could be my full time job I would be a happy woman. Anyways, I really am just trying to live and breath this stuff....speaking of live, I need to go find some random place on campus to fall asleep because I feel like I'm about to die!

P.S. Isn't my awesome friend Laura so stinkin' hot. You'll be seeing her every once in a while around the blog because well....LOOK AT HER!

The Strongest Poops In All The Land

2011-10-10T07:42:00.000-07:00

sweater: grandma'd blouse: target necklace: thrifted boots: madden girl jeans:thrifted

My birthday festivities were awe to the some. But because it was my birthday weekend I refused to edit all the birthday pictures so you'll just have to wait until tomorrow for that one. Here's a little slice of one of me and Matt's conversations this weekend though. I could not stop laughing over this one....a tear may or may not have rolled down the cheek (I love laugh so hard tears stream down your face moments...oh and meat from the deli wrapped in paper. Irrelevant but still true.)

So anyways, we're driving in the car on the way to school and this little diddy begins.

Sir Matt: "Can we talk about Indies poops."

Sarah: " Why yes, yes we can."

Sir Matt: "They're so strong."

Sarah: "Totally, I saw one lifting a car the other day and I was like...woah."

Sir Matt: "Seriously though, I always think I've stepped in it but I never do, its just like carried around by the wind or something."

...

Sir Matt: "It's like a pocahontas trick."

Sarah: "What?"

Sir Matt: "You know pocahantas paints with all the colors of the wind or whatever. I don't know she does something with the wind."

Sarah:"Indie poops with all the colors of the wind!"

Sir Matt "Yeah!"

Sarah: "I want to be pocahantas for halloween."

Sarah "Hey will you.."

Sir Matt " NO! I will not be her little hummingbird or whatever that thing is."

Sarah "Dangit. How about the raccoon?"

Sir Matt "Yeah I'll go for that."

You guys, Matt's going to be my pet raccoon for Halloween!! I can't believe he agreed to it but I'm taking off and running with this thing! Indie as a humming bird...definite possibility!

A Stubbed Toe Is A Happy Toe?

2011-10-07T07:45:00.000-07:00

blouse: thrifted pants: thrifted shoes: thrifted headband: Walmart

Sweet morning glory my toes is as froze as the snowz (non gansta translation: it snowed here). Speaking of toes and awkward sentence transitions. Each and every single one of my toes is stubbed as of today. This is not the norm, I'm not some weirdo that walks this world in a constant state of toe stubbed-ness. Normally my toes are plentiful in their average normality. But well, you see...I heard of this thing called bare foot running. And well it just sounded cool. Because 1) Anything that has bare in its title automatically ups how tough you are and 2) Running in bare feet is just like what our forefathers did when they were gathering corn and trying to invent the i-pad. So I basically had to do it, in honor of my forefathers and of course in honor of all the bears in the world.So I tried it. And what sounded cool spiraled really quickly into an already clumsy Sarah reaching a new level of all time clumsiness. So yes. All toes.stubbed. But hey I felt like a total stud doing it...and isn't that REALLY what matters, that we run with a bit of swag in our step.

Also. It's my birfday weekend woot woot! And me and Sir Matt have some caaahhhhrazzzzy plans....oh and also I may or may not have bought myself a birthday present. I know it's not kosher, but well, I'll explain later when I show you what it is. Happy weekend all yall's.

Rainy Days

2011-10-06T08:17:00.000-07:00

blouse: thrifted jeans: TJ Maxx boots: thrifted necklace: F21

I slowly walked out of my class, the weight of my laptop in my bag made my shoulders begin to burn and all I could think was that I was not up for riding home on my bike today. I thought of all the excuses that I could tell Sir Matt to convince him to come get me....I'm tired...I have so much studying to do that I don't have time to ride home. You know, the usual excuses that are only half true. I looked up from my usual gaze of the floor to see the most glorious sight. It was raining! no. It was pouring! I called Sir Matt as fast as my little fingers could poke at my screen and just like that he was on his way to come get me. What luck right?! The day I couldn't muster up some gusto...the day that my laptop was just a little to heavy for my shoulders. It made me grateful for the tiny things...like the rain, pitter pattering on the glass doors of the building, whispering to me that Matt was on his way.

I sat on the couches in the building lobby. Watching all sorts of people, busy people, moseying people, people that talked a little to loud at the phone. It was the hungry hour. You know, right before you get off work and your stomach feels like it's about to shrivel into a raisin if you don't get food that very second, and people started moseying up to the glorious line of ten vending machines next to my seat. I started a little game with myself. Trying to guess what people would pick from the vending machine based on what they looked like. The girl with the Zoey Deschanel bangs picked skittles. The asian boy with glasses picked a nut roll. I smirked to myself whenever I guessed right.

And then just like that Matt appeared outside and we rode home, talking of our days triumphs and woes.

It was a simple day. One of those days that slows down for you so that you can smell the air.

Just the way I like it.

A Fun Little Photo Shoot

2011-10-05T10:30:00.000-07:00

A couple weekends ago I shot a wedding with a friend and had the chance of meeting an awesome photographer named Lacey. We started talking, me trying to soak up all of her photography knowledge and then spilling the beans about my love of fashion. A couple of Martinelli's later (the apple juice kind of course) and some story swaps and we had set up a fun little photo shoot. Here are a few pictures from the shoot.

So this Lacey friend. She is awesome no? Well she gets more awesome because she's running a Holiday Card special right now where you can get your Christmas cards done by her for a measly $65 (that's super cheap for photography people!!) but guess what else. She wants to give Wearing It On My Sleeves readers 20% off of that price. Woah woah woah...we're talking cheaper than some tops here. You guys. She rocks. Anyways, you can go to her facebook page here to contact her about your own photo shoot or you can go there to see a couple more shots from our fun little shoot. Thanks for a fun time Lacey!

If you were hanging out with us McCammons you might just see...

2011-10-04T07:36:00.000-07:00

1. A husband that just had to find out if he could fit in the dog house

2. A wife with a husband that just had to find out how a bowl would look as a hat.

3. A puppy learning a new trick called eat that baby.

4. A puppy learning a new trick called eat that camera.

5. Fabric....lots and lots of fabric

6. A puppy that sleeps belly up in her mama's arms.

A Little Bird Told Me

2011-10-03T08:13:00.000-07:00

blouse: thrifted belt: thrifted skirt: TJ Maxx shoes: c/o Cents of Style

Sir Matt is a man of many talents. He's got some mad dance skills, he styles his fohawk like nobody's business and can reach just about anything I can't...but there's one hidden talent of his that just might be my all time favorite thing about him. He leaves the BEST voice mails. I'm talking epic. So good that sometimes when he calls I don't answer because I want to hear one of his messages. I'm telling you guys, you have not lived until you have recieved a classic Sir Matt message. Here's one he left on my phone the other day.

"twweeet tweeet....tweet twweeeeet...tweet tweeeeeet.

SWEEETIE!!!...Tweetiiie!!!!

Just wanted to let you know that you are the numero uno in my life.

(in a sphanish accent) ahhhhh soooo ahhhsexxxxxy is what you are!

...

Call me back.

tweeet....tweeet tweeeeeeeet."

Amazing right. This man is a piece of glory I tell ya.

FP That Bro

2011-09-30T08:37:00.000-07:00

Total Cost: $5

Guys. I have had an epiphany. BYU is the hugs ugly step sister....the high five. The hug and handshake have completely gone missing. I mean yes guys high five a lot, I get this. But the other night I saw a date coming to an end over by a pond and you know what happened, the guy stuck his hand up in the air and they high fived it out like they'd just won their neighborhood soccer game or something. People are sticking their hands up in the air everywhere over here...it's pandemonium! Friends walking by each other on campus and instead of saying something they just nonchalantly high five, a boy in a group of girls says good bye by running through the group of girls with his hand stuck out. I mean what's next, fist pounds from all the professors when we turn our papers in. Okay wait... that would be awesome. Woah, new epiphany, I need to get this fist pound thing started asap.

I think I just found my calling in the world (sticks her fist out for a fist pound).

The Littlest Fish

2011-09-29T07:13:00.000-07:00

blouse: thrifted jeans: vigoss shoes: target

Oh to feel like a shrimp. It's just the worst of feelings isn't it though. Like everyone is staring at you through a magnifying glass and you have lipstick on your teeth and a leaf that looks like lice in your hair, and toilet paper stuck to your shoe. 'Tis not a good feeling. And it's all I felt yesterday. You see, I'm growing up. It's a terrible thing really this growing up business. I'm graduating and swapping all of my amazing classes for a full time job come January and the dreaded job hunt has officially begun.

So yesterday my Sir Matt practically dragged me to the career fair on campus. I have to admit I gave myself a bit of a pep talk before I went to meet different companies. It went something like this.

And then I walked in the doors and my confidence flew out the door right along with that girls burrito wrapper that she dropped on the floor.

It was a pitiful sight to see, this business fair hulabalooo. Everyone in suits and business attire, pouncing like sharks on any company representative that would speak to them. Giving them thirty second shpeals as to why they were so awesome and amazing and some other a-word... and that they should be hired that very second.

So there I stood, hundreds of students whirling around me, and I was completely still....the littlest of fishies . But you know what, I went for it.

I went for it! I felt like the biggest idiot in the world but I went for it! I talked to companies like 'ol chums, shook hands with all the strangers and then got the heck out of there!

And you know what?! I didn't impress a soul. I know right, What??? No one dropped to the floor in shock that I am officially on the market for a company to snag??? Yes, I looked like every other person out there.

But here's what I'm trying to say. I felt completely out of place, and it would have been really easy for me to never give it a try, to never walk in. But I did!

So today, I'm okay. Okay with being a shrimp, and okay with feeling a little in over my head, a little out of my comfort zone. I don't have to conquer everything at once ya know.

Yeah, today I'm okay.

Nobody Really Likes Gumbi

2011-09-28T07:19:00.000-07:00

blouse: thrifted blazer: thrifted and revived trouser: Banana Republic belt: thrifted shoes: thrifted

Me and Sir Matt are in the battle of all battles. The battle that defines our marriage. The fight that's worth fighting for! We're battling it out about what to be for halloween. You see, it all started with an innocent text.

Me: "Sweeeeeetieee"

Sir Matt: "yes"

Me: "It's that time!!"

Sir Matt: " time for you to buy me that awesome watch I saw on amazon last night?!"

Me: "What? No. It's time for us to decided what we're going to be for Halloween. I was thinking Mary Poppins and a chimney sweep!"

Sir Matt: "Sorry I already have my costume planned out."

Me: "Well what are you going to be?"

Sir Matt: "Gumbi."

Me: "You want to be Gumbi??"

Sir Matt: "Yeah."

Me: "Have fun figuring that one out...."

Sir Matt: "Oh yea....can you sew me a Gumbi costume?"

Me: -------rolls eyes------ "Oh I see, you'll be Gumbi and I'll be the girl that sewed the Gumbi costume."

Sir Matt: "Yeah doesn't that sound awesome!"

So not awesome. Come on guys, help me convince Sir Matt that Gumbi is NOT the answer! What do you guys think we should be for Halloween?!

Revival Files: 50's Style Dress

2011-09-27T07:29:00.000-07:00

After such a busy weekend I needed to get some serious relaxation going on so you know me...I settled down by sewing my life away. I know, I'm the best at relaxing. I should get an award it'll say "Sarah, a girl who relaxes...by doing lots more work." But hey I totally sewed in my skivies and greasy hair so there's a little bit of freedom and relaxation in there somewhere right. Yeah, I know, I'm a wild woman. Wild.Woman.

On a completely unrelated subject. Have any of you guys seen the new show Pan Am yet? My eyeballs 'bout exploded from all the visual glory when I saw it. New favorite, and to die for clothes. Oh sweet glory I drooled on the tv screen, and then wiped it up with a napkin because that would be weird if I just left it there...okay I'm tired and starting to say awkward things.

Oh and this revival is in the shop just in case you likey.

oh also also. Do family members that kiss each other on the mouth weird you out as much as it does me? Or am I just a crazy person saying awkward things again. Let's go with I'm just sleep deprived, it makes me less accountable...

Our Weekend Went a Little Like This

2011-09-26T08:18:00.000-07:00

1. Friday after work me and Indie did a little lounging and reading in the yard...apparently eating my feet sounded way cooler to her than reading a good book.

2. Indie tries to avoid bath time at any cost. She hides underneath the bed like we don't know she's over there. Until next time my little Indian.

3. Matt's birthday is this Wednesday so we decided to get our party on a little early and I made him a few of his favorite desserts. This strawberry cake may just be my favorite thing on earth.

4. It wouldn't be a proper birthday weekend without some rock climbing. While we were climbing Indie was stealing the hearts of all the hikers.

5. Me and Sir Matt always get each other some of our favorite foods for each other's birthday. I left with just about everything in that store in my basket. Mission.accomplished.

How was you're weekend?!

Revival Files and A Giveaway Winner!

2011-09-23T08:02:00.000-07:00

Total Cost = $4

I had the best of intentions to sell this dress. But... we may have just bonded over the course of three hours yesterday while I was sewing it. I'd sew a sleeve. She'd look gorgeous. I'd finished the hem, positively divine I tell you! And then once I took in the waist I knew it was a done deal. So, yes, I'm just a wee bit attached to Martha (can you blame me for naming such a beauty?!).

Anyways, after I finish sewing dresses I always try them on and give it a good twirl around the house so that Sir Matt can assess my work. Don't be fooled by Matt's charming good looks....he's the harshest of critics when it comes to assessing clothes. Usually I present my finished work and his eyes dart up from his laptop and he nonchalantly says, "Very nice." and then proceeds to go back to work. But today, TODAY WAS DIFFERENT!

I came out, presented my dress to the panel and no joke this was his critique. "Wow the colors on the dress are awesome. It fits you so good too. DON'T SELL THAT ONE SARAH!"

I tell ya what, I could've died a happy woman, but instead I did a little foot tap dance and stars came shooting out of my toes.

So yes.

Martha stays.

Oh also.

P.S. There are some more revivals up in the shop for sale today! If your looking for revivals in a different size shoot me an e-mail so I can make a dress in your size next time!

On Weight Loss and Beauty

2011-09-22T07:44:00.000-07:00

I was not going to talk about this. Really, I didn't want to speak a word of this on my blog. It's one topic that makes me cringe because if not talked about just right it can be taken the wrong way and do more harm than good. Just know that I have the best intentions in writing this post. Now that I have thrown that out there, I really feel that something needs to be said.

I kept receiving numerous comments from readers over the past year. They would all go something like this.

"Good for you for having a fashion blog even though you don't have the typical perfect body. Keep up the good work!"

All of these comments were written with the best of intentions, I know this, yet they were written with a specific underlying theme. The theme that if you weren't a certain size you weren't as pretty and desirable as other smaller girls, somehow it made me feel like I was worth less than other people.

All the while, when these comments started to become more frequent I began training for a triathalon. I did not decide to do a triathalon to lose weight, it was simply something that me and my sisters decided would be fun to do together. My triathalon training required that I work my body very hard every.single.day. I was determined to meet my goal. To do something I'd never done before. And because of my rigorous training I began to slowly lose weight.

Once again I began to receive comments.

"Have you been losing weight, you look so good!!!!"

These comments were nothing but the sweetest of compliments, and I'm still so grateful for all the encouragement and compliments from all of you sweet girls. But once again. in my twisted mind, all I heard was that my beauty was found in a number. In a waist measurement. That my worth came from what size I was. That I was only beautiful if I was skinnier.

The fact of the matter is that I've always had an athletic build. I've never been the typical skinny girl and for years it killed me. I was never content with how my body looked. I hated my body. I looked at it as if it was a plague. How terrible is that, I hated the most beautiful gift that God has given me.

And then the one time in my life that I wanted to accomplish something just....because, having nothing to do with wanting to change my appearance, here was this issue of my body confronting me once again.

I'm going to be honest. I still struggle with accepting myself as I am. And I have a long way to go before I reach that point.

But for others out there that might be struggling with the same thing as me, I want you to know that you are beautiful. You are beautiful! And no matter how you might feel about your body right now, remember that you are you unique and beautiful because of what you bring to this world, not because of how your body looks in clothes, or whether you can see light between your thighs, or how big your waist is. You're beautiful because you're you!

Love always,

Sarah

Hello My French Friend

2011-09-21T07:27:00.000-07:00

dress: thrifted shirt: target shoes: thrifted sunnies: thrifted

Me and the Indian were on a little run. You see, I have this thought about dog freedom. I feel like there is possibly no better feeling for a dog than running free in a field. So when me and the Indian go for runs I take her to the field of all fields and let her run free behind me. You see she loves this. Her ears flap in the wind, her tongue flops on the side of her mouth and her little non existent tail swings from side to side like a pair of windshield wipers in a monsoon (oh you bet I just similed the heck out of that).

So there we were running, and all of the sudden I don't hear the little pitter patter of my Indian. I turn around and there Indie is...in the arms of a big burly man and she's looking at me like, "come on, who wouldn't pick me up." (Indie has this affect on people, she's quite the hottie, they just pick her up and love on her all the time).

So I turn around and begin to walk toward them

Me: " I'm so sorry, I didn't see that she left my side."

Large dog hugger: "Eeees okay, shees adorab-lay."

Me: "Oh thank you.....where are you from if you don't mind me asking?"

Large dog hugger: "I'm frome Fraaaahhnce."

Me: "Oh how cool! I've always wanted to travel there!"

Large dog hugger: "So where do you live-ah?"

Me: (a little caught off guard at a stranger asking this question) "oh just in the neighborhood."

Large dog hugger: "Well maybeeee I'll get to see you and your little pooopie around some time."

Me: "Uhhhhhh...I'm sure you will. If you see her with someone else though it's just my husband." (you bet I snuck that in there, creepie french man!)

Large dog hugger: "Oh okay....see you later."

You guys. In one week I have had two chick flick scenes in my life. 1. Girl falls off bike and is caught by unsuspecting man 2. Girl runs into french dog loving man

Who's life am I living? And where is Sir Matt when I need him??!!