bacon and guns.

My brothers came to visit for spring break while my parents were being hardcore and backpacking for the week. Being completely outnumbered by males (much to their delight), the seven days were a haze of bacon grease and testosterone laden activities. Outside of me working 45 hours that week (serving as their nap time and/or donut eating), I was convinced into the likes of rock climbing, paint balling and skeet shooting (okay, so mayyyybe I really did have a blast and am sort of/completely a boy.).
















After this event, I forced them all to sit and wait in the salon lobby while I got my nails done. The woman painting them told me I was lucky to have so many boys that loved me enough to willingly sit through my manicure. I absolutely am.

xoxo, k.

weekend adventures.


After a long (but fun!) week of Valentine’s day festivities, crazy work schedules, and making new friends, Clint and I decided to take the weekend to get some fresh air. We went to Brazos Bend State Park, which is about an hour outside of Houston.

Once we got there, we were taken back by how gorgeous it was. Before we even got to our camp site, we pulled over and I whipped out my camera. Even though I wasn’t wearing any makeup or had brushed my hair that day (thinking I’d only be seen by the trees, not a camera lens), you can’t fight inspiration when it strikes. The sunset was simply amazing.






















We set up our tent, roasted some hotdogs over the fire, talked about life under the stars and went to sleep in the FREEZING night. The next morning, we went hiking on a few of the trails.





And a few fun shots we got tonight from the photo booth set up at our church:



This week had an amazing service (AGAIN). I am so thankful to be at a place that feels like home. I am excited to grow into this church and into Houston. Finally.

XOXO, k.

four great things.

Here are a few things that made the month of January special, that I happened to catch with my camera.

art1*One: My best friend, Corie, came to visit me for a weekend. We never stopped laughing… or eating. Corie is one of those gems of a friend that is always down for a new experience- no matter what it entails. This quality we share never fails to get us in trouble and, consequently, provides the best stories. This particular weekend had us galavanting through Houston, singing at random Karaoke establishments, making friends with strangers, and making sure we ate everything the city had to offer.






Two: Clint and I went to visit my family for my younger brother’s birthday. I can’t believe how old they are getting. And they both tower at least 6 inches over me.

I was also able to visit my grandmother, Mimi. We had lunch and talked about anything and everything. I always feel so blessed to have her cheerful encouragement in my life. She always tells me that I give her hope in the current state of the world, but in reality, she gives me hope in myself.






Three: This last time Clint was home, we were able to experience lots of peaches. (Clint and I describe the good things in life as peaches and the bad as pits.)

1. After months and months of searching, we found a church that we both love. This is a hugely exciting thing to us, since we have been craving a Christian community- and between me going to church on my own when he was gone, and us not “clicking” with a church when he was here, it was a frustrating roller coaster.

2. I applied for my dream job. I honestly believed I had no chance at getting it, but after several rounds of interviews, I got a call offering me the position! I am still completely blown away and insanely excited. Starting tomorrow (ah!) I will be helping with the design of Free People stores. I will help plan events, pick what goes on manequins, style customers, and help design the inside of the store… the perfect collision of everything I love into one job description.




Above: Me in my favorite little nook of the house. The coffee table is an old war trunk and we found that killer wingback chair at an estate sale when we first moved to Houston.

And below: Clint and I went to several different museums over the two weeks he was home. It was so funny to see my grown husband get all giddy for the dinosaur exhibit at the Museum of Science- and then he completely geeked out over the natural gas exhibit like the engineer he is. I love him.






Home: I went to Canton last weekend, and found this awesome iron canopy. I decided to attach it to an old window frame (that came from a barn in Austin), to keep from having to drill any huge holes in the wall. Then I went to World Market and got some sheer curtains that I could tie on. Then I put a chandelier inside, and voila!



DSC_0153For the vase, I took a mason jar and sprayed mercury paint (you can find it at Hobby Lobby) inside so that it looks silver/a mirror finish.






Four: I have a thing for instant cameras. My most recent addition to the collection is Fujifilm’s instax 210. This guy is a wide shot camera, producing pictures about 3 times as large as the popular 7s. Definitely too large to casually carry around, but the pictures are easier to see and the camera provides alot more control over your results than the 7s (lightening/darkening options, different zoom lengths, ect)

I am also excited about this year’s planner from Kate Spade. Each month is sectioned off by beautiful pictures and fun quotes.


Off to my first day of my new job tomorrow. Wish me luck.

xoxo, k.

Philippines: Day 1-2

While I would have hoped to post this sooner, I have been extremely sick and bed ridden for the last couple of days. And between NyQuil and jet lag, I have slept a record of 45ish hours of the last 3 days. But, per the demands requests of some important readers, I have brewed some coffee and will share my first installment of my trip (that’s all I can muster up right now people.)

Day 1&2:

While I was aware of how long our flights were, there is no way for a novice world traveler to truly grasp the length of a trip around the globe. I had no idea how long 35 hours of continuous vacillation between airport gift shop browsing and transit above the clouds would feel. With my most lengthy flight (previous to this experience) weighing in at around 5 measly hours, I had never experienced the world of in-flight meals or the importance of saying a silent prayer that you might be graced with an aisle seat to steer clear of painfully avoiding waking the person beside you in the middle of the night to relieve yourself of the gratis diet cokes.

Our first flight was to LA with a lengthy layover that allowed for a nap curled up in one of the cold leather waiting chairs. Then it was on to South Korea which had the nicest airport I had ever seen. Upon arrival, I quickly realized that I had made a wardrobe mistake. I stuck out like the poor, unfortunate American tourist I am. I was in athletic shorts and a tshirt amongst a sea of Asians in puffy parkas and Ugg boots (fitting, since it was 10 degrees outside) and this was leaving me with plenty of odd stares and goosebumps. Clint and I shared a meal of pork over rice- my third meal of this fashion over the last 12 hours. My first being on the plane ride where an Asian flight attendant (looking identical to her fellow air mates- down to the tight low bun, winged eyeliner and turtleneck dresses, which is apparently standard for Asian airlines) offered me two choices of meals. I didn’t understand either option she said (them both sounding like Ah-Ah-Oh-Po), and asked her to repeat them. After a side glance to Clint that confirmed he was equally as confused, I simply smiled and said, “Yes, I’ll take the first.” This rice roulette landed me with a meal tidily divided into small red square dishes that fit together perfectly on the tray. Each contained small portions of various foods- some of which I didn’t recognize. After spying on the Asian man at the end of the row for guidance, I followed his lead of throwing the contents of all the red squares into a bowl of white rice and adding a red spicy paste that was squeezed out of a white tube. The next meal was served after Clint and I switched off sleeping through the night- the other one standing guard in fear of missing the breakfast cart. With the dramatic time change, we had no idea when the free meal would wheel its way over and we weren’t going to let sleep jeopardize our consumption of it. So after a fairly sleepless night, we were served rice. Again. Where are the pancakes? Muffins? No… just rice? Okay. So by the 3rd airport and meal of white rice and mystery meat, I am feeling real cultured.

We are now in Manila, Philippines with one flight to go. Immediately off the plane, I am struck by the huge difference in culture. I am one of very few fair skinned people around, and I am noticing a lot of stares. The airport is hot and run down. When we walk outside, I see palm trees and lots of old taxis. It is painfully humid (and this is from a Houstonian!) as we wait for the shuttle that will take us to the next airport. After being asked for a “Christmas tip” from a cop, we boarded an old airconditioned shuttle that closely resembled the ambiance of a hookah lounge. It had purple seats and curtains made of patterned cloth that had moons and dolphins with orange tassels. The characters of this ride included: 1. Another young American couple (which I gauged to be honeymooners)with the woman in tears looking around and saying “I didn’t know it was going to be like this!”. The two removed themselves from the shuttle prior to departing. 2. A family of Filipinos with handfuls of fake designer merchandise who kept staring at me and Clint and talking in a different language. 3. A large Canadian man who told us that he was coming to meet his girlfriend (whom he had met online) and her family for the first time to have a wedding reception in her home country. The ride was 20 pesos (about 50 cents in American dollars). With each pot hole we hit, the tassels swung back and forth over the top of my head. It was quite charming to me that someone decided to spice up this old bus with these specific decorations. They believed these dolphins and tassels to be a homey touch for travelers, and worked hard to make this interior exactly what it was. Clint gave me a look that asked me if he had done a good job explaining what I was in for by traveling here. And I smiled back, assuring him that I was loving every minute of it.

We boarded our last flight and arrived in Davao, Philippines late the night of the 22nd after two days of globe-trotting. We were greeted outside of the airport by Clint’s entire immediate family who were full of hugs and “how was the trip”s. We rode in a taxi van to the house that Clint’s parents and younger sister (Christy, age 17) currently live in. The house is bright pink with cement walls all the way around it with shards of broken glass and barbwire surrounding the top. This is very standard for all homes in the Philippines. “To keep honest people honest” was a phrase that I heard several times. The front yard is beautiful with many colorful flowers and an outdoor porch with bamboo furniture. We shared a late dinner, stories of travel, and we were off to bed. Tomorrow was going to be an early morning of service in the community. An experience that would genuinely alter my view of the world.

xoxo, k.


One of our meals in South Korea.


It came with a noodle/seaweed soup.



Each seat had it’s own screen and remote control for movies, games or news.


Clint on his sleeping shift (sorry babe!)


The view from the Hanna’s back yard (looking out). I naturally look over the gate with how much taller I am than most Filipinos.



This is the street view of where I was staying.