xo, adelyn

dear outlet malls, you make shopping so much more fun! 40% everything store wide? I think yes.

dear shoes, I have a major crush on you. Please magically appear in my closet. 'kthanks.

dear Wednesday, really? it's Wednesday? My Friday exams hate you and I kinda do too right now but

let's not take it personal ahk? thanks.

dear new blog design, I like you lots.

dear exams, just go die, please. You're making me into a big, fat stress ball and it ain't pretty.

dear Chick-fil-a peppermint milkshakes, just keep up the excellence. We can make it through exams together!

dear red nail polish, you are my favorite. Makes all this studying and paper-writing much less tedious.

(though it still is pretty darn annoying.)

dear, Christmas, I love you. The music...the lights...the great sales...the colors...the smells...the food. I love it.

xo,

farewell! (read: exams)

shirt: gap outlet (more on this later!), skirt: thrifted, boots: hand-me-downs (love!), necklace: Cold Hands, Warm Hearts (you'll hear more about this on the 14th!), boot socks - stole them from my dad (ha!)

Happy Tuesday!

No long post this morning (sorry!) but I'll hopefully have another short one up later this afternoon

or tomorrow morning about a little shopping excursion (read: shoe crushes!).

I've got some insane studying for exams.

There will be a lot of black tea drinking around here.

I've got a ridiculously hard art history exam that is probably going to end with me studying my butt off

but barely passing it. Who knew art history could be so hard?!?

And don't even get me started on logic. Who even takes logic in high school? me apparently.

And latin? Let's just not mention latin. That's not gonna be a pretty test.

Well, with those encouraging words (ha!), I shall bid you farewell and sink into my

pit of despair and maniac studying.

holla at me foodies!

I'm doing this thing I guess you could call a 'diet.' but I hate the word diet. So we're just

going to call it a foodie escapade because that really is much more exciting.

I'm only eating meat, fruit, and vegetables for three weeks.

No grains. very little dairy. no processed foods. no sugars.

This girl was sure she was going to die without her chocolate. and toast. and homemade milkshakes.

But nope! I've gone a week with only fruits, veggies, and meet!

Pretty proud of myself.

Basically I eat eggs for breakfast, a salad for lunch, and something just a bit more exciting for dinner.

Like the first few photos show a shrimp taco with guacamole.

It's kind of my new favorite meal and it's. so. easy.

And the second one is a pork loin, salad with mustard dressing, and a tomatoes.

And dang that was one good piece of meat.

I'm such a foodie.

and that's how we do thanksgiving in the south.

the thing is: I wasn't born in the south. I was actually born quite up north (Boston, MA) but I

grew up in Charlottesville, Va (it' doesn't get much more beautiful) and recently

moved to Raleigh, NC.

So I count myself to have that wonderful southern charm. just kidding. just kidding.

But seriously, there is nothing quite like a good ole southern thanksgiving, charm and all.

Football. seriously is there such thing as Thanksgiving without football? I think not.

pie. duh. pumpkin, apple, chocolate fudge, lemon chess. you gotta have it all.

lots and lots of people. 6 is not a party. neither is 9 or 12...you must have at least 15 excited people running around the house...or driving themselves around on a cart that was found under the house. (we had 18 partying, thankful people around here...we've had more than 30 over for thanksgiving before!)

sweet potatoes covered in melted, crispy marshmallows and crunchy pecans must make a presence.

It's like a dessert except it's a vegetable and no one judges if you have oh four or nine helping.

(yes I had quite the food baby)

photo bombs. There were an insane amount of these throughout the day and it was excellent.

In an exasperating kind of way.

Turkey doesn't look quite as picturesque with a little cousin making a goblin face behind it.

posing with oranges...? Wasn't aware that this was a traditional part of a southern thanksgiving

but hey! you go with what you got!

a sweet little personalized note written to a certain younger brother who has hollow legs.

a beautiful table. Even if people will sit down and cause havoc upon your once sensational

table decorations, it was worth that 2 second glance everyone gave, right?

another duh moment: food. lot's and lot's of food.

have I mentioned photo bombs yet?

what about now?

cranberry sauce. sweet and tart, perfect by itself or on top of literally everything.

You'd be surprised how good stuffing topped with cranberry sauce is.

Beautiful, right? We just took raffia and taped leaves on and bam! it looked like Paula Deen had graced our

house with her skills. We were going to clothespin them but the weight of the leaves vs. the weight

of the clothespin just didn't quite equal out. (as in they flipped over and it just didn't look right.)

have I mentioned food yet?

...stuffing...two kinds of sweet potatoes...cranberry sauce...mashed potatoes...turkey...ham rolls...green beans...fruit...etc.

{love that verse.}

mom. son/brother. daughter/sister.

Does this just make me laugh hysterically for 7 minutes?