Holiday Getaway

Adam and I are currently in Vancouver, WA spending the holiday with family and friends. We've had an endless array of shopping outings, late night card games, and tasty treats. Needless to say, we're very fat and very happy. I'll make the lengthy Christmas happenings post later--but for now I thought I'd at least let you know where we are, somewhat of what we've been up to, and how much we love all of you. Here's a picture I'm actually really fond of. It feels like one of those pictures our kids will look at when referring to their parents as a young couple. Somedays Adam and I randomly end up matching and Sunday was one of those days.

dress: urban outfitters. tights: unknown brand. black pointed ribbon flats: payless. headband: forever 21.
Adam's dress shirt: Liz Claiborne. tie: Calvin Kline. belt: Britney's. leather pointed dress shoes: Steve Madden. 

1 year!

Well everyone, it's been a year since that magical, blessed day in Manhattan. I can't even believe it. It was so weird to see "December 5th" on my phone. I felt like I should be getting married or something--but that's done. I lovelovelove my gorgeous husband, Adam. He's so good to me and he makes me feel like a queen everyday.

This morning, we woke up, had a great breakfast of omelets, went to the temple, and then finished by going to our favorite restaurant, the Wasabi Grill in Idaho Falls. We got sushi rolls, noodles and tempura shrimp, and Mexican chocolate cake. It was fantastic. Oh and btw, this was the same place and room that we went to and sat in last Valentine's Day. Here's some pics!

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black skinny jeans: f21. top: h&m. wedge heals: apt 1. gold necklace: f21. black clutch: unknown brand.

I love you, hunny! One year down and lots and lots to go!

Sunday Dress

Today was one of those day when I had no idea what to wear. To make matters worse, today happened to be Sunday and my range of possible outfits got cut in...3/5--not that Sunday ever makes things worse, but you know. Needless to say, I left our bed completely covered in rejected outfits.                                                  
Last night on one of our errands, we went to DI to see if we (he) could find some cheap video game controllers since one of Adam's former co-workers gave him a game cube and games FREE. In guy world that's just freaking awesome. In girl world it's just another uninteresting and coincidentally loud distraction in the house. Good/bad news, he didn't find any. Other good news, I found 2 belts that fit my waist perfectly for 2 bucks. Fantastic.I'm still really annoyed with our camera. Adam says it's just crapping lighting but we really do need a good camera so the pics aren't so blurry.                                                                                                                        

(dress: old navy. belt: thrifted. brown flats: payless. navy tights: target. striped scarf: h&m)

Better Purple

I got sick a couple hours after we got back from Black Friday shopping yesterday. Nothing major, just a nasty case of a headache, aches, and whiney-ness--nothing that an amazing husband can't handle. I'm a really pathetic sick person, and Adam was really good about pretending that my frequent, high-pitched "honey"s didn't bother him. This evening, Adam asked me if I wanted to go run some errands with him. Since I spent all last night in sweats and an old softball t-shirt and I was feeling better, I got a little bit more dressed than I would have to take a quick trip to Walmart. Needless to say, my purple jeans attracted enough attention from the avid Levi wearers of the prevalent hicks in Rexburg. Oh well, they'll have to get used to it--I sure have.
Anyway, black with a statement article is probably my favorite uniform. It's so chic and easy to pull off.  I stayed away from colorful jeans until Mom Stevens basically begged me to purchase them on one of our many outings. I figured that no one with a butt should wear them, but they're actually growing on me, as is my bodacious back end. Sorry for the lack of clarity, we took these in my sister's apartment stairwell that has nasty yellow lighting--it's bad enough that it hid my attempt at a cute smirk.

These boots are probably one of my favorite purchases. Last year, Adam and I were apartment shopping at Walmart and I was pleasantly surprised to find these. Totally simple and not so high that I can't walk comfortably in them. LOVE it.

(jacket: tjmax. blanket scarf: h&m. grey sweater: express. jeans: tjmax. boots: walmart)

Black Friday

Adam and I woke up early this morning (like...9..) and decided we wanted to experience the rush of Black Friday shopping. We didn't go looking for anything in mind...just wanted to get out of the house. After about three hours of shopping we didn't buy anything but a caramel hot chocolate from Starbucks. Nevertheless, it was fun--so much fun that we decided to make our first outfits blog post today. Adam's a total pro at posing, but I was a little (understatement) awkward. Adam's outfit is all gifts from me from his birthday. He's a total hottie. My outfit was inspired by one I saw my mom wearing when she was a little girl. The picture is raw vintage, and I love it. So, consequently, the whole day I looked like a 5 yr. old girl in the 50s--oh well, trends can be resurrected.

Adam Speaks Out

My husband's name is Adam. Adam is just short of six foot, has one green/hazel and one brown eye, and otherwise dark features, with a soft, angelic skin-tone. Consequently, Adam's a hottie with a body. He and I were watching a show on TLC with the hosts of What Not To Wear today when Adam turned to me and said, "That guy has sharp style." I then realized something I never put together before: Adam would look KILLER in J. Crew. So, we started future-when-we're-rich-and-famous wardrobe shopping, which, of course, was just self-inflicted torture. Adam loved various shirts, jackets, and ties, but fell in LOVE with an accessory we mildly overlooked: A school messenger bag. It sounds trivial, but carrying a bulky Swiss Army black backpack or a stylish vintage leather bag can really make the difference in poor-college student fashion making. Here it is:

Adam and I get along just fine. 

At Last

The other day, while in the check-out line at the grocery store, I decided to treat myself to the June issue of In Style magazine. As I flipped through the pages, not looking for anything in particular, I found THE swimsuit--the swimsuit of my dreams, the one I've been looking for my entire life (since age 14 on). It's a Norma Kamali retro/vintage. Simply put: I want it. If I could sell my body (through plasma), I would, but I can't. I don't know what to do. If I raise the money I would feel terrible spending $175 on a swimsuit if I could use the money toward rent, gas, food, or other necessities. I know what you're thinking--"Just forget the stupid expensive swimsuit and move on." But you don't understand: I have lived my summers in $10-$20 mediocre suits (to say the least) that I for one hate, or find tolerable, or either stretch out by next summer or are so completely faded and tearing that they are basically inappropriate. And I'm not going to spend $60-$80 on a speedo-type one piece because, although they are quite durable, I hate them. So, Mom, Dad, Briana, Brynne, Bryon?...early birthday gift? Just because you love me gift? Haha just kidding (but seriously).