Monday, September 22, 2014

Wearable Art

With moving to a place that gets actual seasons it's been brought to my attention that I'm going to need to trade in my sandals for some shoes that actually cover my feet. Soon after coming to this realization I got the opportunity to work together with a company called BucketFeet, who specialize in artist-designed footwear, and was instantly fascinated by their unique and creative shoe styles. Most of which looked like they'd get me through the Denver Fall with ease!
It's no secret I'm a fan of tattoos, so when I read that tattoo artists were among the artists designing for BucketFeet I was pretty much sold on the spot. When you land on the women's section of BucketFeet's website it's instantly like nothing you've ever seen. The prints and colors are radiant and original, you can tell they've been designed by some seriously talented individuals.
Both pairs of shoes I ordered from BucketFeet are comfortable and high quality, perfect for walking around and exploring the city of Denver, my new home! Not to mention, I love how completely different they are from any other shoes I own.
The purpose behind BucketFeet is to connect people through art by creating walking-conversation starters and giving artists a platform to stand on. BucketFeet launched in 2011 after a chance meeting in Argentina between two strangers who were backpacking around the world. A beer, an interesting pair of hand-drawn shoes and a conversation later, a partnership was born. We all know how much of a believer I am in creating ideas over a beer or two!
I can't wait to sport my new BucketFeet slip on and lace up shoes around and get a feel for what a real Fall is like.

For the first 25 shoppers, use code YOGAPANTS25 for 25% off your BucketFeet purchases for women, men, and kiddos.

Before I head out for the day I wanted to show off a few more styles I'm shamelessly window shopping for because the new Fall line BucketFeet recently launched is too good to be true. Absolutely love all of these!

This was a post sponsored by the talented people of BucketFeet. All opinions and feelings of adoration towards these shoes are 100% mine.

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Saturday, September 20, 2014

The Nashvillian

Happy Saturday everyone! This weekend I'm introducing you to a fabulous lady by the name of Ashley, she blogs over at The Nashvillian and she is wonderful! Be sure to check her out and show her some love. 

What motivated you to start blogging?
I first started blogging in high school. Back then (over 10 years ago), my blog was more of a personal diary (anyone remember Xanga?) broadcast over the world wide web – probably a little too personal. It was pretty embarrassing, honestly. I mean, I had comments from classmates about things I probably shouldn’t have been sharing with the world – whyyy didn’t I know better in high school?! I took about an eight year hiatus from blogging until recently, when I developed an interest in photography (you can thank Instagram for that one!). Although I had NO idea how to use a DSLR, I decided I wanted NEEDED one. So, I got myself a camera and thought I would start a photography blog where I would document my growth and struggles of learning how to use this foreign-to-me contraption. That blog became rather boring and uninspiring to me very fast. I wanted to write about the things I LOVE. About the things that INSPIRE me. About the things that make me ME. And that’s how The Nashvillian was born. It’s where the two extremes of my blogging past collide – it’s a little bit of a diary and a way for me to learn and showcase my photography without totally boring myself. Win – Win.

What kind of blogger would you consider yourself to be?
Lifestyle - I mostly blog about life, food, fashion, and fun.

When you're not blogging, what other things do you like to get into?
I work full time in the music industry, so I spend quite a bit of time going to shows. I’m also OBSESSED with movies – like, watch-a-movie-every-night kind of obsessed (I often share suggestions on the blog). Cooking, reading, and loving on my two precious furry dog children are some of my other favorite past-times.

Share some of your most favorite posts with us and tell us why they're your favorite.
Kids Say The Darndest Things - Over the past seven years, I’ve kept a list of some of the funniest things kids have ever said to me while I was babysitting. Every time I read the list, I find myself laughing hysterically.

This Is Not My Honeymoon (Part One) and This Is Not My Honeymoon (Part Two) - My husband and I took a trip to Cincinnati the weekend after our wedding…to attend a baseball game. Even though it was our first trip together as a married couple, I refused to call it our honeymoon. We actually ended up having the BEST time and ate at some of the most amazing restaurants we’ve ever experienced!

Sunset Safari - this is my absolute favorite event of the year – incredible food and the opportunity to get up close and personal with zoo animals! What more could you want in life?!

Best Day Ever: Wedding Ceremony and Best Day Ever: Wedding Accessories - Because I want to relive my wedding day every day! :)

Give us something that's made you laugh recently.

This video of weird things all couples fight about:

Thursday, September 18, 2014

Taking The Leap

It seems like all I come here to write about anymore is moving and it probably feels that way because it's true, but it's kind of sort of a gigantic elephant in the center of the room that is my life right now and it's most definitely sucked up my brain like socks to a dryer, so just bear with me the best you can. Or don't, but it'd be real nice if you did. I guess with that said I can go ahead and blow the cap off today's post and let you know that it's going to be about moving. Again.

Just me, the dead horse, and a baseball bat.

Moving on. I got a Facebook message from a reader on my blog's Facebook thing, which gets abandon worse than the dishwasher in my apartment by the way, and she basically had a bunch of really deep and perplexing questions on how I made this big decision to uproot my life and basically toss everything out the window and possibly fuck up my entire life. Of course she said it a lot more gracefully and sweet but my inner pessimist can never quite take nice emails and just enjoy them.

One of the first things she said to me was that she's a fellow anxiety sufferer (this part will come into play by the end, promise) and then she asked me the base question I get asked second most, behind moving to the North Pole...

What made you take the leap to change your life?

In short, I was bored and boredom isn't something I really handle well.

I guess it all started when bear and I started seeing each other May/June of last year, he mentioned wanting to move to Colorado from the start and pretty much from that point it was always a thought in the back of my head. I've been in Florida my entire life and he was here for about 15 years, 13 of those years we've known one another and have been in each other's lives. Since that first time he told me I've always had pretty much the same mindset, I don't really have anything here in Florida tying me down.

Over the course of our first year together the talk of moving came up every once and a while but between bear battling some inner battles, us fighting our own couple battles, and me being flakey and uncommitted to any one thing, it all just kind of sat over our heads like overcast. Through the monsoon of emotions, what-ifs, unknowns, and everything else that comes with two crazy passionate people with anxiety and/or depression disorders, we split up and the next thing I knew bear had a one-way plane ticket to Colorado. Without me. The move we were supposed to make together, to build our new life together, he was doing it without me. It was one of the most devastating pieces of news I've ever really had to sit down and swallow.

We didn't stay apart for very long and before I knew it I was considering, once again, uprooting my life. Only this time I knew I had no choice but to do it for me and only me. As much as I love bear and as much as I want to sit here and tell everyone that I'm going to move to Colorado and build a life with him, and then we will live happily ever after, I'm too much of a realist to believe any of that. Not to say I don't have confidence in my relationship or my man, but I knew when making a leap this large I was going to have to keep number one (and a half = sir) the main priority above all else. Me first, no matter what.

Making myself the priority was harder than I ever expected.

I forced myself to remove my heart from the equation, which doesn't happen easily for someone like me, and look at the big picture from a single girl's point of view. Can you see yourself doing this on your own? Is Colorado somewhere you could build a life for yourself? Are you prepared to start a new life in an entirely new place away from everything and everyone you know?

If you ever want to seriously scare the ever living shit out of yourself, go ahead and sit yourself down and envision yourself entirely alone in a new, and completely unfamiliar, place. You'll be faced with more coming to Jesus moments than you'll ever know what to do with. It was both humbling and terrifying all in the same cocktail.

The one rule I made for myself above everything else was to rule out the two words that people with anxiety toss around more frequently than dollar bills at a strip club... "what if?". I had to ban those words from every single thing I did, said, or thought through this entire process because I knew those two words were exactly why I had fallen into my monotonous routine that I had grown to despise so much. It was soon after those two words vanished from my vocabulary that I started realizing that there were so many opportunities out there and so many reasons for me to finally leap. I was having a really good day that day and, for whatever reason, felt a high sense of confidence in myself. I felt a strong push to have faith in myself and believe in the things I've built for myself.

I'm young, I'm not married, I have no small humans, I have no real career, I don't own anything I can't fit in a moving container. My life is the epitome of uprootable (which is a word I just made up but it works so let's pretend it's a real one). I know, I KNOW. I'm a total catch. The one big thing I didn't have that I knew I would need was money and the honest truth here is that when I initially made the choice to move I didn't have 2 pennies in savings to rub together but I also knew that I could reroute my life and get that together if I really put my mind to it. So I stopped going out, I started cooking every single meal I ate, I took on more sponsored content on my blog (sorry about that, by the way... seriously), I designed as many blogs as I could get my hands on, I sold things on eBay and Craigslist (and survived without getting raped or killed... holler!), I did whatever I could to build up a savings that would allow me to move my world without the help of anyone else.

If you ever want to scare the shit out of yourself again, go ahead and sit yourself down and envision yourself quitting your job with only a small shirt shop and a very small (for "adult rules") handfull of money saved. This part didn't take my breath away quite like the first time I sat down to scare the shit out of myself though, mostly because I just kept telling myself "you'll make this work... you always do". And somehow I know I will, because I always have.

The last, but most important, thing I had to do was go visit Colorado. Yeah, I may have failed to mention that up until about 5 weeks ago I had never been to the West, let alone Colorado, in my life. I was planning to move, uproot, and start fresh in a place on the map I had never stepped foot on. It felt as nuts as it sounds, which I guess is really why I never made my ultimate, final decision until my trip to visit bear (and Sami).

It was within minutes of stepping outside of the airport, taking a deep breath of the dry but humidity-free air, and seeing those glorious fucking mountains in the distance that I felt a sense of clarity rush through my body. My head was so clear, my fears dissolved, and my hair was SO happy. It was a rush and completely exhilarating. I spent the next 3 days of my trip exploring anything and everything I could in Denver; I wanted to see it all. Or at least as much as you can possibly see in 3 days. And I. Loved. It. Not that I haven't mentioned that here a million times already or anything.

Even before getting to the airport to fly back from Denver to Orlando I knew what my ultimate decision  was and I knew there would be family (my mom) and friends who were going to be crushed by it, but sometimes it's ok to be a little selfish and do things for you. Sometimes you just have to leap and have the faith in yourself that you'll be on the other end to catch yourself because, at the end of the day, you are the only one who can call the shots in your own life. If you're not happy, if you're living in monotony, if you're itching for adventure, you are the only person who can spring from your two feet to that next step and change your life.

I'm taking this leap to change my life for me.

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Wednesday, September 17, 2014

336 Hours

There are 336 hours in 14 days. I have 14 days left of living in Florida.

Two weeks from today my life will officially be turned upside down more so than it ever has been in all 27 years of my existence. I like to think I know exactly where I'll be two weeks from today, that sir and I will be safely en route to Georgia around this time, that all of our belongings fit perfectly in our shipping container without any issues or woes of leaving things behind, and that the see-you-laters to family and friends went over with ease. Truth is, I've already seen that things don't quite happen that smoothly. Case and point, these hellacious tonsils.

I guess I didn't realize how fast this point would come. When I finally decided I was going to jump into this I had about 7 weeks until my moving day goal would arrive. 7 weeks sounded like a really long time, nearly 2 full months. Two more months in this job I've been miserable at, two more months in the same monotonous routine, two more months in a long distance relationship. It all sounded like a lot and like the time would never pass. Now that it's coming down to the wire I feel like I just made that final decision yesterday. Funny how that happens.

Now here I am looking at my last 4 or 5 work days, scanning my apartment for a place to start packing, cherishing every last second I've been getting with my closest friends and family, tossing out countless tank tops and strapless maxi dresses galore, and realizing that life is seriously, seriously about to change. The number of emotions that run through me on a daily basis are pretty much infinite and mostly I can't believe it's getting to the point where I'm actually considered to be procrastinating on packing. Not that I thought I'd ever not procrastinate on such a thing, but still it's close enough to moving day that I actually need to get my ass in gear.

It feels surreal most days. I wake up, grumble to myself like I always do, and then realize that there's a light at the end of the tunnel and there really is an end to this monotony I'm living. It's approaching and it's very real. This is no longer a dream or one of those things I say I'm going to do one day. One day is happening now and my excitement is becoming more and more merited with every day that passes.

My new life begins in 336 hours.
(holy shit)

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