Oh, Oh, Oh, It's MAGIC!

Shirt: La Mour?// Pants: Anthropologie

I don't have much to say about the ruling yesterday, DOMA is dead and I couldn't be happier. I do have something to say about the people who think this is going to be a bad thing. I'm terrible at wording political rants...

I feel like I am fairly good at seeing both sides to an argument, but I can never, will never, and don't want to ever understand the argument that is obviously hate. I don't care if you don't "hate" certain groups, I don't care if you "have gay friends," or "know this woman who likes women"; I don't care what you say to back up your reasoning for not wanting a group of people to have the same rights as you do (sound like a bad thing? because it is), you're wrong and I'm embarrassed by your opinions and your ability to feel you should be able to place a certain religious view on the whole country. I'm so happy to see love win, I'm so excited to see the future for this country with matters such as this. This is a growing opportunity and I hope it opens a lot of doors, minds, and hearts.

Best-
Amber

My Thighs Are Gonna Sweat Today.

Shirt & Skirt: H&M// Wedges & Later in the Day Sandals: Target

Ode to the days you bust out the tightest pencil skirt you own. Because that's why you own it. Because it's Thursday. Because that's why you do squats. Because that's the only way to get it out of your closet, to just pull it out, you have 10 minutes before you have to leave and you're sure it's not too terribly uncomfortable.

You're obviously wrong, but at least yuh ass looks good and in the end that's all that really matters in life.

In Honor Of All the Weddings! / Having Nothing To Say.

Shirt: H&M// Pants: LOFT// Shoes: Kork-Ease

“Marry your best friend. I do not say that lightly. Really, truly find the strongest, happiest friendship in the person you fall in love with. Someone who speaks highly of you. Someone you can laugh with. The kind of laughs that make your belly ache, and your nose snort. The embarrassing, earnest, healing kind of laughs. Wit is important. Life is too short not to love someone who lets you be a fool with them. Make sure they are somebody who lets you cry, too. Despair will come. Find someone that you want to be there with you through those times. Most importantly, marry the one that makes passion, love, and madness combine and course through you. A love that will never dilute - even when the waters get deep, and dark.”

- N’tima

Wake Up!

Sheer top: H&M// Skirt: Anthropologie// Heels: Target

The Happinest.

Sweater: Hollister (srs old school)// Skirt: Gap// Flats: Target

Let's take one moment to dwell on how SHORT I AM IN THIS PHOTO SET! Luckily that skirt is petite so maybe I look taller irl, idek, probs not tho.

next.

I'm starting to wonder if I ever knew happiness before? Maybe.

I'm so overjoyed with life lately. Weddings. Lake trips. Friends. Hugs. Meeting new people. Airplanes. All of it makes me wonder if I knew what happiness really was during the times I thought I was the happiest. Maybe, just maybe, I knew comfort.

Let Go And...*

Whale Bow Shirt (!!!): Anthropologie// Skirt: Target// Orange Heels: Urban

When it comes to love I am a firm believer in letting things happen, but there are times where I can't take my own advice. I had a lengthy conversation recently about moments, moments you feel all the shit you love feeling and miss when you realize you're not having them.

After you've had your heartbroken these moments seem fewer and farther between, you almost feel like it's not worth it, that attachment merely equals a moment you realize it won't work out for all the reasons in the world. I'm not going to lie, when once I was a love-driven individual, I've kind started to feel like the old hag of love-driven things - like a sad country song. I keep notice the times I let go and love, they create moments, moments I remember, I look back on, moments I keep. Maybe that's the problem? A person keeping those moments after the heartache slaps them in the face.

I tend to hate that people get more concerned with being concerned in a relationship than looking forward to moments; people get caught up in so much of the world around them, the concerns of others leaking into their heads, they forget that their relationship should reflect them and personally, I want mine to be full of moments. Trust me- you'll always, always, always smile when you remember hide'n seek in a dark house lit by only candles, or being pushed on a secluded swing in the middle of a brisk winter night. I remember those and no matter what I always smile.

I have to remember those moments are worth it, worth waiting on, worth looking forward to, worth letting go... worth letting yourself open up to be hurt, if that comes along, because that's what love is, right? It's finding someone that could potentially break all your hearts, make moments, and maybe getting in a few arguments along the way (hey, I'm a realist).

So then we must end it with *...Love the shit out of whomever you want, through whatever you want, for as long as you want, whenever the hell you want.

The Morning Face.

Tee: F21// Maxi Skirt: LOFT// Belt: ?// Sandals: Target

Excuse my snarl, I have no idea what pissed me off this morning. Wait, it was the morning. AH HA! So, I've figured out why I'm bad at giving clothes away, because one day I do wear it. You know that 6mo-1year rule? Nope. Doesn't work. I haven't worn this tee shirt in probably 2 years and it was the perfect scoop for my skirt. How dare anyone say I have too many clothes. 

Coffee. 

Good Morning. 

I need a massage. 

When You're Surround By This.

Not everyone gets this lucky. 

My best friends. I'm all puffy-crying-faced (Lorna moved to NY today), but look at these ladies. Seriously... I'd be happy to have just ONE amazing friend, but I have four. I have four that I can cry to, four that I can tell my deepest, dumbest secrets, four that I can't ever replace. I've never loved four people this much. 

Knowing Lorna is gone is hard, but I'm so proud of her for moving off. Gonna miss her so much, it's hard to even put into words on here, or anywhere. 

A Long Weekend and 950 Round Trip Miles

Off to the Beach with Jess..

Birmingham for a few hours to see Tarah!

Last Nashville trip with Lorna

Met and became Insta-Friends with this one in Nash.

Got all sorority on Nashville.

The Lies We Tell.

"How many people have you, yanno, uh, had sex with?"
I used to avoid this question like the plague. Who wants to answer this?! Not me. Not. Me.

I have learned that in some cases it's mere curiosity, well... that's what it is when I actually take the time to ask. I've only asked partners that I feel comfortable around and that know my asking is out of pure curiosity.

The one time I remember being asked this question and knew pure judgement would come after was with a recent ex. I lied. The lie came out so fast I couldn't stop it. He was a virgin and I was, well, not. Even with my -significantly lower than the real number- number I caught his gasp. "But I loved them all." Amber, STOP LYING TO THIS GUY. My mouth was working wonders that my real life couldn't hold accountable. Oh how many issues lying can cause. It was a sudden downfall in a nearly pure relationship. I was suddenly a liar.

From that day forward the fact that I lied a mere three days into being with a seemingly nice guy was like a sign that hung in front of my face when I looked at him. There were times I thought about confessing, even after we had broken up. Many times I wanted to say it during a fight and hope that the fight outweighed the number I just gave him. I never did. To this day he still believes that little lie and I think it's best it stayed that way, but I know how that lie affected me and my ability to really be his friend, which makes being his girlfriend even harder.

I hate lying. I hate that I did it. I hate that it was my first reaction.

Wednesday is Made for Ugly Patterned Skirts

Tank: AF// Cardigan: LOFT//Skirt: Anthropologie

I've had this skirt for three years and couldn't find anything to wear with it for.. three years. I bought it on super-sale when I worked for gum, clothing, Anthropologie. I love the shape, but the pattern is wack as hail, imho. I finally decided on this outfit when I stumbled on this stupid-old tank last night and I really like it now. It's better than the black shirt I tried to pair with it, considering the real amounts of despise I have for black and pinks/reds combos - seriously the worst color combo ever.  

In other news, I think I've decided to keep short hair forever. I love it more than coffee; lol OK lies, but I love it more than a lot of things, like my long hair. Good riddance hair cape! (said with a sassy-as-fluck hair shake).

Best-

Amber

Best Friends Don't Get Much More Best Than...

Lorna leaves for New York in five days. It's been unreal until this week and last night. Last night we sat down and started packing all her clothes (which turned into laughing, skyping her boyfriend, and taking cat pictures) and it hit me. Lorna is that person and she will continue to be. I can tell her anything and she knows she can do the same. I can't write much more, every time I think about it I end up crying, but I will say I'm going to miss her like crazy and I'm so excited to spend this Christmas with her (yes, we're already planning). Ok. Gotta stop, tears. Stop. I love you!

Shh.

Wrap Shirt: Anthro// Skirt: F21

This outfit makes me feel like such a "lady." 

A Picture.

Mom and I! Love. Love. Love.