Dear, Deer, Doe.

I like to dress up my face for occasions. I find joy in makeup and decorations. So I combined the two and made myself one with nature. Oh yes. I did. Here are some pictures from that joyous time. I have a video as well, but eh it's not so great, so I will film a new one soon. But here is my deer pictures. Enjoy.

Vintage dress. Literally.

So my mom and I always go to this old Antique and Craft Mall, we find some pretty nifty things in there. Quite easy to lose yourself in the awesome-ness that is vintage items and other peoples "trash" that we grow to treasure. It was on of these visits that we found a "vintage grab bag" it was full of fabrics- be it lace, embroider hankies, table runners, just some pure awesome things. In this grab bag was this dress. It has a nude under-layer that matches my skin tone nicely, there is a green lace top layer that is beautiful. The sleeves are unfinished but I actually really like the look of them. There is two pieces of extra fabric over the bust, and it is different but very intriguing and flattering. The bottom has some little swoopy details, I really love it. It is quite big so I cinched the waist with a black belt, and grabbed some sassy black and white heels. I love this look. I was so proud of myself for putting it together.

Lace and turquoise.

I love this little dress that we thrift-ed a while ago. It's the perfect combination of lace and vintage and imagination. I fall in love with it over and over each time I wear it. These shoes are such a beautiful turquoise that isn't properly picking up on the camera. This outfit reminds me of something out of the new show Reign. It makes me a happy person. So hear do look upon it.

 

Thyme of Yore.

I create little trinkets, little decor pieces that I hope will be furniture among you in your life and take you far. I make these pieces with delicate care and with quite an imagination. I do love my creations, and I wish to share them with all of you. Have a look,

First we have a little travel suitcase that I have sort of like a "memory box" from someone from the early 40's-60's. A crinkled love letter, pictures of family, tickets from wonderful times, a pair of goggles that were a keep sake, an old spoon, a gear, some broken strands of pearls, a key to someones heart, a shell from a lovely adventure, an old film strip full of memories. I enjoy pieces like this, it's so grand to me. 

This next piece is a recipe bag. I found vintage recipe cards, and a burlap bag. I took some silverware charms and glued them on along with some ribbon. I love the idea of this. I would want my grandma to have a secret stash of her wonderful recipes hidden away in this goodie bag. 

Wrinkles.

So I always scrunch my face up no matter what I'm doing. It tends to create this little line on my forehead. YES. I know it isn't a big deal for girls to get wrinkles and it comes with age yada yada. But I am a girl and I am self conscious of it. I try to lessen out the forehead crease--but it never works. Like ever. I told Ryan about it yesterday and his response was adorable. "I have kissed your forehead so many times, and I have never noticed a wrinkle. You're beautiful." <3 How did I ever get so lucky? I'll never know. c: 

The Opposite Side of the Spectrum.

I am a fan of both pink and black, sheer and cotton. I just love to mix odd combinations and see how they turn out. 

• Here is a hi-low hem black sheer lace skirt. 
• A black, pink, and ivory Peter Pan collared skull and rose type pattern sheer button up.
• A cotton pink sweater. 

Sweet Goodmornings.

I love it when you're such a doll. You're always so sweet, so there isn't like a time where you're not spoiling me with your words. <3 But like this is what you said-

I texted you at 10:50 and told you that it was okay. 

A minute later you responded with, "Hi sweetheart! Goodmorning! :) i'msohappytohearfromyouimissyousomuch:) How did you sleep? Did you dream? Did your clothes fall off? (Lol what.) Tell me about Lauren sleep."

 Like, it was so just sweet and made me smile. <237. 
But p.s. you always make me smile. c:

Wedding.

I want to document every part of this wedding planning as possible. I want to look back on it, and share it with my future self. I just love memories. So here is what we have so far. We want to get married in November. Probably on the eighth. Because 7, 8. I think Silver Sycamore is the place. It is just so timeless. We all love it. <3 They have these neat little Bed and Breakfast places. It is just so adorable. I'm so excited. Oh by the way people kinda do a double take when I say we want to get married in November. They all wonder why so soon. No I am not with child. But. Like why wait? We want to get married, and I can't stand those people who get engaged and stay so for like years, have 9 children, buy a house, destroy the house, go into debt, and then almost break up, then decided omg lets get married now. Like no. I want to start my life with you now. As Husband and Wife. Mr. and Mrs. Johnson, how adorable oh goodness. I miss you. I always do. Oh I looked for dresses online today with my mom and grandma. I decided that I think I like the 1950's Tea length lacey type thing. It is very Lauren. I'm excited. I can't wait to marry you. 

So why wait? We won't be any different in another year, or even five. What is the difference in getting married in almost 10 months. <3 or 3 years? Nothing, so why would we ever wait? No idea. I can't wait to be your wife, and for you to be my beautiful husband. <3 

How am I so lucky?

I sent you this picture, and like. You didn't freak out. I mean, you probably laughed, but you laughed with me. This feeling is worth so much more than any diamond, than any bouquet of roses, than any house, or fancy honeymoon, or even a peanut butter cracker. You laughed with me. It was funny, and you didn't just say "ahaha" you gave me actual substance, real words. Like. I just love you more than anything. More than old man sweaters with elbow pads, books with super mysterious guys who don't reply to text messages for hours, more than... spicy food. Like. I love you. 

You replied with... 

"That makes me happy. c: I love you <3 (Alien face), Babe that face is just...just ridiculous. I'm proud of you for making it."

Thank you for loving me, I'm so... I don't know. Lucky isn't even enough for what I have. It is like divine intervention. A hell of a lot more than luck that blessed me with you, baby.

You are my blog.

"Today I say (you meant saw) Hercules with Lauren. 

We ate Chick-Fil-A and it was spicy.

The movie was good.

Blogging.

<3 Alien face.

Lauren wanted pickles but I said no, I am abstinent.

Me too. What is your favorite food to smell? Me too." 

17.

I have such an unbeliveable family. I riz am blessed, my mom is my total best friend forever. Like, I would be so lost without her. Infinite always. 

The Notebook.

"If you're a bird, I'm a bird." <3

Late Night Doodles.

8.6.14.

Isn't it crazy how when you stop counting time seems to speed up.


It's crazy how long I've loved you. 


For all my lifetimes, all of them. 

Deer. Dear. Doe.

I always think it's neat to distort your face with makeup. Makeup is an art. I just want to be a dear deer doe. 

I miss Halloween. It's almost here again. 

I miss you Charlie Brown Halloween special, The Great Pumpkin.

Shake&Bake.

who doesn't love a funny stupid comedy? Mormons. Just kidding, but Talladega Nights is totally in the top 10 of my ridiculous movies you have to watch by the end of the year 209283. 
Don't let my friend die of the invisible fiiiiiire. 

This Diary.

I think I rather fancy this blogging thing. I can just talk. I don't care if anyone even looks at this, I can be the only one to view it and I will be the happiest of campers. It's like a diary, I am sharing a little piece of myself, and I can come back and look it. I don't have to get car-pole-ton-all by writing words on actual paper, ew. I can just type and insert pictures. I feel so neat and nifty. I feel like a loser, but hey. At least I'm having a radical time right? Right. 

Morning After.

I got engaged December 27, 2013 to the absolute love of my entire life. People may say we are too young for this, they might say we know nothing of the world-- but isn't that the fun of it? Figuring out life together? I want to experience all my adventures with him right by my side. We want to get married because we have a true love. We have a passion that ignites a happiness inside of us. I know what I want in life-- it's Ryan. Be it what age I am, that is all I will ever want. Love doesn't wait to find you until you are of age. Love comes when you least expect it, and you can guarantee I will hold on with a tight grasp on reality and fantasy. Because he is too good to be true. 

This is the morning after our engagement, there is a pure joy in my eyes that I loved how I captured. I was also still sleepy, but I can see the excitement, the bliss in my eyes. I hope we will never lose that. It's love. I still smile at the thought of this, oh man do I love him. 

Makeup Enthusiast.

I have been loving some makeup products as of late. I just wanted to share with the internet. Because it fills my free time and makes me happy. So here. Look at what I like. Thank you. Yes. Ah. Look music is calling my name. I'll be back later alligators. 

Butterflies on Fire.

I met this guy once, and he changed my entire world. As cliche as that is, it's the truth. We met, and I swear the earth tilted on it's side. It was one of those moments where life does you a solid-- where it gives you a gift for everything it has and ever will put you through. This gift is something that I can never be thankful enough for. I can never repay the earth enough for it, though I could probably plant some trees, and make some nifty flowerbeds and stop people from destroying little forests. But no matter how many fancy, ferocious, forests I save it will never be enough. Ryan is his name, and it's the best name that has ever been uttered. To me, Ryan is many things-- to me Ryan is everything. Four little letters create his title, his name. Something so important, but I see beyond that. He isn't just a person, he is a soul. He is a beautiful soul inhabiting this earth and somehow wanted to take a detour and spend a little time with me. I won't complain, no time will ever be enough. I feel as if our love is an old love. It is something beyond this generation, this feeling-- the way our hearts beat as one, it's just a premonition that we are more than just a definition of "young love" -I feel as if we are love, itself. You might be thinking I'm just a little crazy right about now. But I can assure you my sanity is quite well. Ryan is a lot of things, he started out as a stranger, my waiter, my friend, my obsession, my boyfriend, long distance lover, my hope, my salvation, my love, my happiness, my fiance. I always want to tell the world our story, and I swear one day I will write a book and fill it completely with all of the moments that I want to just thank Ryan for sharing with me, because he has no idea how much he has changed me, and made me view my life, and-- myself even ... different. Better. He is better than anyone I can dream up. He is my soul mate, the person who I used to dream of when I was a wee little thing and I wanted a prince charming, someone to keep me company at night while I stared up at the stars in the dark night sky wondering where life would take me. What journey I would call mine. Quite deep thoughts for someone so young yes, but as I've said through all this time ... what is age? A number, that is just a blister on the adventures you will soon overcome, soon conquer. Age is a number, a number is time. Time is infinity. So age is obviously infinity. See Ryan brings something out in me that I can't explain, just look at this novel.. these words beg to escape their captivity within  my fingers. I'm so proud of us, of Ryan and Lauren.Yes I spoke in third person; but ignore it. We have overcome so much, and I want to tell everyone. I want to share our story with everyone, because believe me our struggle was real. It may have not been as hard as others, it may have been harder, but it is our struggle, and I can't imagine our love or our lives being any other way. I wouldn't want to share this adventure with any other soul. Only Ryan. I can't believe we are going to married, it feels so crazy and unreal to have come this far. To think of how we began, to think of our time together. I get sad sometimes because I want to go back to the beginning. Memories are important to me, ask Ryan. I remember most of everything, even the silly insignificant details. They are all significant to me, any time spent with him--with you, is important. I don't want to stop these words from coming because you feel me with such ... giddiness. With butterflies that are on fire. You are my butterfly on fire. 

Books & Brassieres.

That was going to be the original name of this blog, but with further thought process I have changed my mind. I do adore the book world, and I also took the advice of someone and made a fashion blog. (that is where the brassieres came in, just as a quirky joke) So here is my first "fashion" post. Enjoy. My wardrobe is like the womb of a wildflower mixed with a pansy. I get scared to experiment but yet-- I do dream.