ode to bon bon.

The first picture is unexplainable and the second picture says to me, What, I'm just bein' Bonnie.

It's Bonnie Hartwig (roommate) 's birthday today!

Bonnie is super funny. The kind of funny that I find funny and influences me to be funnier. Like, motorized beds that would jet us down to the Theta kitchen funny, like there is no one I would rather see Eclipse at midnight (even if she is Team Jacob) with funny.

She is also so put together and with it.
The most thoughtful, unselfish person I know.
Solid. Such a good friend, which is probably why she's been bridesmaid extraordinaire this summer.
Wise.
Cute as a button.
A dedicated lover of So You Think You Can Dance and a never-misses-a-game, earned-enough-points-for-a-jersey, makes-the-best-championship-in-Miami-mixes Sooner sports fan.

She also describes things in terms of me, like: That is so Kate. Or Kate, your room is so Kate.
And it feels like the highest compliment.

I miss the Treehouse.

ode to popsicles.

Popsicles make me think back refrigerators, and our house and entire backyard strewn with clear, vertical push pop wrappers, and perpetually electric blue tongues.
And the exotic couple that moved to our neighborhood from Norway, taking walks around the block while holding hands every single summer night, waving around identical orange popsicles in their free ones.

Right now, my Popsicle Du Jour would be the Melona Bar. Oh em gee it's so refreshing and creamy.
Meg's boyfriend Andrew introduced them to her and she introduced them to me and I am now addicted enough to make special trips to the exploratory jungle that is Super Cao Nguyen in order to have them.




A passage from Orangette, my favorite food blogger and former Oklahoman:

Where I grew up, in Oklahoma, summer shut us inside. Unless you were submerged up to the neck in a swimming pool, it was too hot and humid to be outside. But this city, my adopted city, opens wide up in the summer. Every window is propped up or swung out, everywhere, and everyone is in the street. I am writing this with the front door open, and from the neighbors’ house, which also has its front door open, the Supremes are singing “Come See About Me.” Two nights ago, on a walk around the neighborhood with the dog, I passed an old man playing the guitar on a front porch, a kid in gym shorts playing the guitar on another front porch, a young man playing the cello on a third front porch, and a house whose curtains were clearly so ecstatic about the weather that they sneaked out through an upstairs window to billow and twist in the breeze. It’s time for a popsicle.

It is so true about Oklahoma in the heart of summertime as compared to my summer in an alive and outdoor D.C., you really shut yourself inside to survive.
Maybe the remedy is more popsicles.




p.s. Totally unrelated, except it may be another way to stay cool and keep the hair off your neck - I'm obsessed with fishtail braiding now thanks to FreePeople's instructional video.

if you like pina coladas.

Walker and I bought tickets to Lima, Peru for January.

I seriously have journal entries dating back to the 9th grade where I daydream about seeing Machu Picchu and backpacking through South America with my scruffy-haired boyfriend, identity unknown at the time.






I firmly believe there is nothing else I would rather spend all of my savings on.

what if we took all the energy we spent faking and used that energy to enjoy the lord instead?

gummy frogs.
beautiful friends i miss being constants in my life.
really good mashed potatoes.
classic red lipstick.
cicadas.

Meredith and Skylar's wedding this past weekend was just so happy.
And really, what more could you ask for from a wedding?

spin.

I adore bike subculture.

the fourth.

First Place: Meg, Buttermilk Pie with Strawberry Mint Compote
Second Place: Kate, Chocolate Pie with Cinnamon Whipped Cream
Third Place: Casey, Blackberry Lemon Tart

Favorite Firework: Snakes!

Also spent the long weekend at Kori's family's beautiful new lake house on Eufala where I ate a ton of good food, successfully got up on the wakeboard, spent the majority of the time in a swimsuit with crunchy lake hair, went on a covert nighttime peach picking expedition, watched fireworks over the lake and came home sunburnt. Pretty much perfect.

my dream house has floor-to-ceiling white book shelves.

...turns out it already exists. I am totally in love.