ray-ban sunnies | american apparel sweater | forever 21 jeans | chanel espadrilles | chanel purse | fendi charm | cartier arm candy
photography: dylan mitchell
spring is in the air (well, for some of us, it's mostly just pollen)! but unless you live in close-ish proximity to the equator (sorry, northerners), it is probably still a bit chilly where you are. this is a perfect transition outfit from the frozen hell we've been enduring to the promise of spring. i cannot say enough about this sweater. it is so soft and cuddly, but light enough to wear with nothing under. the espadrilles are a little reminder of warmer days ahead. and you can truly do no wrong with raw-hemmed skinnies. also, totally reppin' that starbucks green tea because they are the reason i am employed. this outfit was perfect for my sunday of running errands, studying, and exploring the rooftops of buildings still in renovation downtown. shop my look above.
let's go adventuring.
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happy monday! let's start this week off a lil different with story time.
once upon a time, i dated this boy. this boy did not like the beach. because this boy did not like the beach, i claimed to not like the beach. but this is so far from the truth because i love the beach and everything to do with it. for almost two whole years, i ended up convincing myself that i didn't care if i went to the beach or not. we broke up and i immediately got back together with the beach. me and the ocean have been tight ever since.
once upon another time, i was seeing this other boy. he absolutely hated whatever i posted on instagram and twitter. this boy made fun of me constantly for anything and everything i did on social media. at first, i cared. i really did. i started trying to filter everything i did by what he would deem worthy to post. this was exhausting and i am lazy. i stopped caring after a short while and i have been saying and posting whatever i've wanted ever since. life is much easier this way.
currently, i am dating a guy who absolutely hates my black, chunky birkenstock sandals. he calls them my dad sandals. and you know what? he's so right; they are dad sandals. to make it worse, i often wear them with socks. but to be honest with you all, i really don't care. i love my birks and they are quite possibly my most favorite shoe i've ever bought. i love how they look and how they feel and everything. i don't care that i possibly look like a 40 year old father trying to be hip to impress his kids but failing miserably. i'm never getting rid of these sandals. i love my boyfriend, but i also love how much he hates my birks. it's kind of funny. (sorry, collin)
i told you guys these stories about my love life to basically say this: please, please, please never be ashamed of who you are and what you like or don't like. it has taken me almost five years to get to this point, but it is well worth being here. these stories show my progressions of seriously caring way too much on impressing others, to slowly starting to embrace myself for who i am and what i enjoy. do not belittle your feelings and interests because they don't match up to somebody else's. everybody is different. everybody likes different things. the things that interest you, interest you for a reason. God placed these quirks and hobbies and ideas and fascinations in your life for a reason. Psalm 139:14 proclaims that you are fearfully and wonderfully made, every single part of you. don't ever forget that. the world would be an awfully boring place if we all liked the same things. surround yourself with people who love you for your differences. don't let people diminish who you are as a person, especially for whatever makes you happy. the only kind of people you need in your life are ones who support you, lift you up, and fill up your soul with positive things.
also, try not to be one of those people who tear others down for what they enjoy. it's perfectly okay to tell somebody that you don't like something, but never try to get them to stop doing it if it's not bringing you any harm. live in harmony with one another. it's really not that hard to be a nice person who respects others. try it out, it could change the world.
embrace your quirks. wear those birks, even if your boyfriend hates them. don't be afraid to like what you like. you were created the way you are for a reason by the One who loves you and everything about you oh so very much.
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well sports fans, march is drawing to a close. and with the end of march comes the end of march madness. now, if you know me even a little bit in "real life", you know i'm a total pop culture geek. it's what keeps me going. so upon seeing this gem from matt bellassai, i knew i had found my soulmate. a parody on current events+sports that incorporates cute celebrity boys? this is honestly heaven for me. i hope this kid wins some type of award for this true piece of art. although i find some of his picks disappointing, this was a lot harder than it looks. tough decisions were made. star players were cut. the anticipation of a champion led to some nail-biting. but below, i have made my choice. print out a copy to try for yourself, and don't forget to tag me with your results!
let's be honest here, i didn't really have to do the entire bracket to pick a winner.
ball is life.
to celebrate the first day of spring over the weekend, i've composed a color story of bits and pieces of my winter. these pantone shades are what i associate with the sights and feelings of the past few months. these are so fun to make, and i plan on doing them at the end of every season.
hey, kiddos! it has been absolute madness over in aubstronomy land. because of this, sara and i collabed on a tuneage post so she didn't have to stress over a "not-so manic monday". sometimes, you just need some good music to get you through the week ahead.
ok, i think we can all agree: middle school was a rough time. for all of us. with braces and glasses and questionable fashion choices (ok, maybe questionable is sugar-coating it. they were just flat out wrong). but if we did one thing right in middle school, it was having great taste in music. i feel like at our age, in middle school, you either were into super pop punk or justin beiber. thankfully, we were not the latter. so we present to you a playlist highlighting the early 00's and beyond.
camisado // panic! at the disco
the great escape // boys like girls
beverly hills // weezer
lip gloss // lil mama
thnks fr th mmrs // fall out boy
just the girl // the click five
1985 // bowling for soup
welcome to the black parade // my chemical romance
stacy's mom // fountains of wayne
sugar, we're goin' down.
i bet kate never felt this way.
i went through quite a few style “phases” growing up (a term i use loosely because i’m still very much a kid). very tomboy during elementary school. vintage kitsch for my first few years of teenagerism. bohemian prep by the time i could drive. and now, as i’m about to graduate, i would describe my personal style as “minimalist with luxury influences”??? my oh my, how far we have come. i’m finally getting to a point where i know what i like and what i don’t. i’m not saying that i stay strictly within the genre i am wearing at the moment; there are days i throw on flowy crochets and huarache sandals and braid my hair. sometimes i wear combat boots and ripped skinnies and a flannel tied around my waist.
you don’t have to define your style if you don’t want to. wear whatever the heck you want. wear what makes you feel good. there are things in my closet that cosmo would tell me does not flatter my bodytype, but screw them because i think they’re adorable. i have missed out on some items that i crushed really hard on just because they “weren’t my style”. but i see now that personal style isn’t just what you wear, it’s what you love.
so don’t let anyone make you feel bad about what you love. this goes for every facet of your life. go to brunch and take crap from your friends because it’s “so cliché” (anyone who has animosity towards eating rosewater waffles past 11 a.m. is someone you don’t need in your life). listen to boybands and dance in the light of your refrigerator to them in the wee hours of the morning. wrap your body in things that make you smile.
you won’t regret it.
spring is here, dear readers! if you kept up with paris and new york fashion weeks, you know that s/s 15 is all about the 70's. i'm loving suede, subtle fringe, stark whites... and saint laurent is this moment's brand to covet. unless you've been unplugged since, like, birth: you've heard of ysl. and although i really want to highlight under-the-radar labels, i cannot stop daydreaming about these moccasin+espadrille beauties (or any other pair of booties and sneaks they're dishing out). and i feel like i really need to shout to the world how much i love their shoes.
i'm totally a kicks girl. i could have only one pair of jeans, a perfectly-worn oversized white tee, and a cashmere sweater to my name and be perfectly happy as long as i had options ankle-down. as a wise man once said, "you spend all of your life in your bed or in your shoes, so it pays to invest in both." no truer words were ever spoken, my friend. and that is how i justify my obsession.
i wear predominately neutrals, but these gold glitter boots??? i weep. the trend of solid white sneaks is here to stay and i couldn't be more psyched about it. and although i have never been crazy about handbags, the sleek minimalism of the two above have me drooling. guys, i just can't get enough.
friends, family, secret admirers: shop here.
yesterday, i treated myself and asked off work so i could have a much-needed day at the beach. the weather was absolutely perfect and i couldn't have planned a better day for a short little get away with friends. living on the gulf coast has its perks and being within an hour or two of at least five different beautiful beaches is one of the blessings very high up on that list. as soon as i stepped out of the car after a joyous, music-filled hour long car ride to florida and felt the sand scrunch between my toes, my mood was instantly elevated. i forgot about all deadlines and commitments and assignments and truly relaxed with some of my favorite people for the first time in a very long time.
everybody needs time to breathe and not think too hard about anything for a while. this little break is often so difficult to find during this crazy, busy, and hectic thing we call life. we are always doing. working. running. studying. meeting. planning. driving. going. "go, go, go" has been my mentality for as long as i can remember. i always want to be busy and productive. if i'm not working at the coffeeshop, i'm at school. if i'm not as school, i'm up at the church. if i'm not up at the church, i'm probably studying for my british literature class or trying to understand calculus. basically what i'm trying to say is, i'm doing so much in my life, i rarely get to sit back and fully enjoy and embrace my life.
after my beach day, i realized how blessed i am to have such an awesomely busy and hectic life. i love my job and i fully enjoy going to work almost every day of the week. i am so privileged to attend such a great college and be receiving a valuable education while learning new and exciting things. my church family means so much to me and i love doing life with them, especially the long and wonderful sundays and wednesdays i spend serving with them. the people in my life are some of the most superb and interesting individuals i've ever met and i want to spend every second with them and getting to know them a little bit better than i did before. i absolutely love my life being busy, when i really think about it. but i needed yesterday to realize that. i think i'll need one or two days a month like that where i sit back and doing nothing for a while to appreciate the many somethings i get to do everyday. and you need those days too!!
don't allow yourself to be too busy to love yourself and take care of yourself. take a sunday, go to church, get some lunch, go somewhere that makes you happy, and mentally check out for a day. don't worry about what else is going on besides just being in that moment, then and there. i promise, you won't regret it. you'll end up thanking yourself later. everybody deserves a day of rest and relaxation every now and then. it'll make you so much more thankful for the busy but rewarding days up ahead.
love yourself. reward yourself for being you and doing an awesome job in whatever you do. go to the beach. go to the mountains. do something you love, but rarely get to do because you're "too busy" and "don't have enough time." heck, just take a nice bubble bath with no interruptions. breathe a lil bit. everything will be okay. life will slow down for a few hours if you let it.
warm temperatures and saltwater waves are forever calling my name. what's calling yours?
trukfit hat | alexander mcqueen scarf | base range tank | ray-ban sunnies | for love & lemons bralette |one teaspoon shorts | isabel marant sandals | nars nailpolish | acne studions wallet
it is warming up down south and i couldn't be happier about it. i'm daydreaming about palm trees, tan lines, and lots of sunshine. can we just skip spring and jump right into the heat of summer?
this is my template for the perfect spring breakers uniform:
with this combination, you just can't go wrong. ditch the hat and get a quick blowout to go from day to night. great for riding with the top down and dancing on the beach.
can't you just smell the salt water?
i bet kate never felt this way.
hello. it is march. it is march of my senior year and i have no idea where i'm going to college.
this used to be something i laughed about. people would ask about my plans after high school, and i had everything figured out. but where i would actually go to fulfill my dreams? not a clue. not even the slightest one. and sure, it freaked me out in august when the questions started flooding in from teachers and counselors and classmates. and it was unnerving during the holidays when my family seemingly had nothing else on their mind. and now i hold back tears when my friends are mailing off housing payments and facebook-stalking potential roommates.
but it's not like i don't have options. in fact, maybe i have too many. i have some friends who only applied to one school, got accepted, and are on their merry way into "the real world". i probably applied to over a dozen schools, scattered all across the country. i have some great offers on the table, but am still waiting to hear back from some of my favorites. when people see the panic in my eyes after asking the dreaded "college question", their next (good-natured but totally not helpful at all) inquiry is "oh... well where do you think you'll end up?" uhhhhh can't you take a hint? i don't freaking know. (i never mean this in a rude way but i'm stressed out and sleep deprived and trying not to cry for the entirety of this conversation so cut me some slack ok). i could end up anywhere from manhattan to new orleans, from los angeles to nashville.
for those of you in college or maybe have already graduated, how did you deal with the toxic cocktail of two parts anxiety and one part senioritis? i need all the happy thoughts i can get.
if you need me, i'll be in the library.
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okay. i have no idea why, but i have been dreading writing this post (i mean ask aubrey she’s been asking me to give it to her for like a week). all right i lied. i know why. and it’s mostly because i knew exactly what it was going to have to be about. i mean i could completely avoid it forever and never bring it up, yet i feel like i almost need to. i need to write these words and express my f e e l i n g s. it’s probably the only way i will fully be able to heal and process my emotions. and boy do i have emotions. emotions that are all wrapped around jamie fraser.
today i will be discussing/ranting/sobbing/groaning over Outlander by Diana Gabaldon. guys!! this one is a doozy. it took me a solid month to get over this book, and i haven’t even dared to pick up the sequel. i passed it in the book store the other day, and my hand legitimately shook.
as per usual, i’m going to begin my ranting with a couple of pet peeves i have when it comes to the literary world in the form a list (i feel like by now all my posts have to have lists. i must have a complex or something):
so i say all of this to acknowledge that Diana Gabaldon has created a world in which none of these things exist. have you ever read a book that has ruined you for all other books?? read Outlander and you will find out. it is the first novel in an epic eight-book saga that chronicles the lives of claire beauchamp and jamie fraser and many other incredible characters.
this book, this novel, this story, this epic wonderful adventure gave me feelings. lots of them. ones i don’t think i will ever be able to escape from. the emotions, the setting, the characters leap off the page with a type of real you can’t even imagine. as a writer, i am extremely jealous of Gabaldon’s talent to create a world i feel is as tangible as my own.
now, get on your feet, grab you keys and drive, or run i don’t care, and grab this book off the nearest book-shelf. it is calling you, and it demands your attention.
and to make your day even better, starz recently turned the series into a show and it is excellent. nothing quite like seeing your favorite story lines coming to life before your eyes. okay wow, now i will go cry over jamie fraser again. i think you can see why i didn’t want to write this post. it just brings up the f e e l i n g s all over again.
mary lynn “i need therapy when it comes to literary characters” wells
p.s. i feel like this post was kinda ranty?? and kind of a mess?? sorry?? i’m an emotional gal??
poetry via shel silverstein
“the only way we will survive is by being kind. the only way we can get by in this world is through the help we receive from others. no one can do it alone, no matter how great the machines are.” -amy poehler, yes please
the bible tells us to love our enemies and to do good and expect nothing in return in the book of luke in chapter six. if we do this, our reward will be so great and wonderful. but it's not a physical reward. serving and loving others and showing kindness to everybody we meet does not automatically drop a ten dollar bill into your bank account. while that would be awesome and much needed by us broke college kids and would probably encourage a lot more people to be nicer, that's not what love is about. love and kindness are about doing without expecting anything in return.
but sometimes that can be hard. sometimes people are mean and rude and every negative word you can think of. sometimes you feel too busy to help somebody out, even though it would take maybe only five minutes of your time. other times, you're the one who woke up on the wrong side of the bed and every possible thing is going wrong. sometimes, like most young adults in this world, you're convinced you don't have enough money to give to somebody who needs it way more than you do, even though you probably spent $5 on a coffee this morning on the way to work or school. regrettably i can admit to the fact that i've done all of these things a countless amount of times. but after every opportunity i had to share love with someone and i didn't do it for a minuscule reason, i never left that situation feeling good about myself. we need to start ignoring these irrelevant reasons to be selfish and try our hardest to live out our days in conscious and meaningful love.
honestly, i absolutely love doing little random things for people throughout the day and i'm trying to do it more and more every chance i get. whether it be trying my best at work to make a person's latte beautifully instagram-worthy or complimenting one of my classmates on his shoes or on her awesome grade on an assignment. doing these things for people and saying these things to people brings me so much happiness. maybe it's just because i love the thought that i could've changed the way somebody's day was going with just one thing. one thing that isn't even that hard for me to do! small things can make a difference, never forget that.
it really isn't that difficult to show kindness and spread some love around. we could all use a little bit more pleasantness on this monday as we go back to our desks in class or our cubicles at the office. try to be aware of your actions today and make sure that they reflect the kind of world that you want to live in. little acts of kindness can go such a long way. who knows? you could even change a few lives.
be like the sunshine you desperately wish the weather was currently giving to you.
when will this eternal winter end? the only thing getting me through is listening to sunny songs and wearing three jackets at one time. but nonetheless, it is friday and that is something to celebrate. it's time to put on some sunnies and shorts, crank up the heat, and pretend it's actually coming from the sun. here's what's stuck in our heads.
southern sun // boy & bear
jackie and wilson // hozier
flapper girl // the lumineers
boots of spanish leather // amos lee & forest range
arrows // fences, ryan lewis & macklemore
time is dancing // ben howard
if you ever want to be in love // james bay
fourfiveseconds // rihanna, kanye west & paul mccartney
hymnals // grizfolk
i'm sure you've all heard (and maybe grown tired of) the eighth track on this playlist, but a collab this epic has to be acknowledged. i love how supportive and active paul mccartney is in our generation of music. he's not my favorite beatle for nothing.
shut up and dance.
This is, to me, the loveliest and saddest landscape in the world. It is the same as that on the preceding page, but I have drawn it again to impress it on your memory. It is here that the little prince appeared on Earth, and disappeared.
Look at it carefully so that you will be sure to recognize it in case you travel some day to the African desert. And, if you should come upon this spot, please do not hurry on. Wait for a time, exactly under the star. Then, if a little man appears who laughs, who has golden hair and who refuses to answer questions, you will know who he is. If this should happen, please comfort me.
Send me word that he has come back.
i have been getting a lot of questions about my tattoo lately and i have been dying to talk about it with you guys! my favorite book is the little prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. i love this book more than anything (i mean, i'm making pieces of the fox chapter part of my wedding vows. if you've read the story, you know what i mean.), and i am begging every single one of you to read it. it is a french children's book, but it is so deep and beautifully written. personally, i believe the little prince himself is a parallel of Christ, but read for yourself to see why. the last page (italicized above) gives me chills every time. on my wrist, i have the star from "the lonely landscape". it makes my heart smile knowing i have this beautiful thing that i adore on my skin forever.
that being said, even though i'm still new to this whole tattoo thing, i have some pointers for those of you about to make the leap!
i am so happy and honestly cannot stop looking at it. to those of you with tattoos, any tips for us newbies? if you don't have any yet, what do you want? i'd love to hear from you!
okay, let’s talk tattoos. this one is for the homies who are maybe thinking about getting inked?? deciding to tattoo your body is a huge decision. so, here i am attempting to hopefully give you useful advice/tips for your first time.
first, here are some things that you need to know:
secondly, here’s some advice:
truth is, you’re probably not ever going to be ready for your first tattoo. and that’s okay. i have a little crescent moon on my left forearm, and i am still surprised when i see it there. to me, it’s a tribute to the still quiet beauty of the night. i look at it, and it reminds me that even in darkness there is still a sliver of light.
i hope you find what you’re looking for in the ink,
wow, time really does fly when you're having fun. i cannot believe aubstronomy has been consuming my life for a whole month today. when i came up with the concept for this blog, i never though i'd have my two best friends, and over 800 readers along with me. i want to thank them and all of you for dealing with my rants, shenanigans, and late night anxiety-laced texts (but maybe those are just for mary lynn and sara). i'd also like to thank taylor swift. for always believing in me. if you're reading this, we've never met but... well, actually we met when i was in fourth grade but i was lookin' real rough so i hope you don't remember that. but we could meet, you know, now. if you wanted to. seriously taylor, hit me up whenever.
honestly guys, i am ever so thankful for all of your support and could never tell you that enough. nothing makes my day more than hearing my friends and family telling me they're reading, let alone keeping up! that's crazy to me! i can't wait to see where we go and hope you stick around to watch with us.
all the love
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"just remember, even your worst days only have twenty-four hours."
24 hours. 1,440 minutes. 86,400 seconds. if you really think about it, a day isn't that much time at all. seconds go by with the single bat of an eyelash. minutes pass while sitting at that red light early in the morning drinking the first of many coffees of the day. an hour can be occupied by watching a single episode of saturday night live reruns on netflix. time passes by so quickly! why waste it dwelling on the fact that it's a monday?
instead of dreading going to work, start trying to look forward to talking to that cute coworker who makes your heart smile. rather than wishing you were sleeping while sitting in your first class of the week, be grateful that you even have the opportunity to receive an education. if you have some free time, look at cute pictures of animals if you're feeling a little gloomy (this is a sara wesson approved way of making ANY day better). or maybe just in the midst of a whole mess of things when your head is so occupied with hundreds of thoughts, take a minute to gather yourself together and just breathe. remembering to breathe every once in a while helps a lot.
focus your energy on making it a good day, instead of just trying to make it through to the next. i promise, it makes the day go by faster. and who knows, maybe you'll start wishing that your mondays would slow down a little bit so you have the opportunity to soak in the joys that it brings!
but if for some reason and despite all of your desperate attempts, this day just seems near impossible to get through and you don't know how you're possibly going to make it home in one piece, just remember that this day only has twenty-four hours. actually it probably has less, because you already conquered the other ones like the champ that you are. don't stress; you got this day in the bag.
happy monday, cuties!
documenting the fun years.