I don’t know if it is something in the air or not, but lately (actually more last week when I started writing this) I have been a sad noodle. I didn’t know what that fabulous phrase was until my little sister told me she was a sad noodle and continued to explain she meant meh, like in a funk. Then my other little sister said she was feeling meh so I graced her vocabulary with sad noodle. Now the three of us are sad noodles together, because being a sad noodle is at least better with other sad noodles. Okay I think I have said sad noodle enough times for you to want to use it too.
I am not entirely sure why I have been meh, but I think I might have an idea. I came to the realization the other day that I’m not in a state of feeling left out, but a constant state of feeling left behind. This all circles back to the comparison trap. So many of my friends and people I know are moving on with their lives, getting married, buying houses, while I am doing none of the above. WHICH IS OKAY. I have to remind myself I am not them. It is just something that gets you down every now and then you know? This week I feel much more neutral about the whole thing. I have noticed the sad noodle phase comes after a really fun weekend when the high is gone. I think I will go into this more later when I can gather my thoughts better.
ANYWAYS it has been so long since I have done a style post. I find myself missing it. Maybe that is something that will help get me out of this bowl of sad noods, actually writing for fun again. My girlfriend Maria and I went to LA a few weeks ago to just be general basics and it was so fun! I made sure I made an “LA style” outfit. By that I mean something I’d want to wear but am not brave enough to wear just around anywhere. I feel like LA is where you can try any fashion out and literally no one cares.
So I put together what I thought was kind of dressy and kind of edgy (I really dig these kinds of looks right now). I paired my leopard midi-dress under a tied up graphic tee and white booties. I was strangely excited to wear this outfit, it was totally out of my norm and I relished in it. It made me remember how much I love dressing up and making new looks. I am really hoping to create some actual content soon, thank you for being patient with me.
Until then, enjoy the look and find the links below! The top is older so I am linking a few other graphic tees (I am OBSESSED with graphic tees right now who am I?!)
Sooooo episode two comin at ya good and late… I got behind and it just snowballed and blah blah. Anywho, LET’S GO!
Norco has a rodeo, or what they call “Horse Week”, because why wouldn’t they? They are Horse Town USA. So of course Micaela and I wanted in. Opening night and she, her friend Michaela, and I were going, and then going to the Water Wheel after because it was Friday and that is what we do. We drive up to the rodeo parking and we are like oooo Micaela go to that guy, he is cute. So Mic tries to head to his line and the older guy in the front stops us and directs us, “Here ladies go that way, go to that goofy guy.” We giggle and go, oh well. We tell the goofy guy the front guy called him goofy. He just put his head down and shook it and we all laughed and then he gave us free parking *hair flip*.
We sit in the stands and watch, nothing too exciting. After about an hour and a half we decide to call it because it was getting cold and windy and we wanted to go have some fun at the Water Wheel. So we leave (somewhere on the way to the car, we tried a shortcut requiring a fence hop which lead us to a dead end and we had to walk back and go BACK over the fence in shame…) and head to our normal back parking spot at the Water Wheel. Now that we were going to dance, this required an outfit change naturally. We put on our shorts, and the three of us decide to pound three White Claws back to back, you know, to jumpstart our buzz (mistake #1).
100% buzzed, we decide to go in. We walk through the doors and are so surprised. We had never seen it this poppin! Our favorite bar tender was there, Megan Fox (real name I can’t remember because we only ever referred to her as Megan Fox), so the girls decide they want a shot… a pickle pack GAG! I said I will take a shot with them but of something else. Megan Fox asked what I wanted and I said something pink and sweet. She comes back with a shot SO LARGE it was probably close to three shots. She looked at me and said sorry, she got excited I was actually drinking and went a little overboard. Bottoms up! We take the shots (mistake #2).
Almost immediately after turning away from taking our shots, some guy pops up and kind of word vomit asks/yells “CAN I BUY YOU A DRINK?” I said uh sure and we settled on a cranberry vodka (mistake #3). We drink and talk and he says something about the class he is taking in college… poor kid that YOU’RE JUST A KID. Mic and I have to go to the bathroom and we tell him we will be right back. Coming back out we accidentally on purpose didn’t find him again. Sorry it was crowded (and that was going no where). We do a few line dances that we think we nailed but who actually knows because by this point we are 100% drunk. Eventually we (I) start talking to this guy. He was cute and nice. When he introduced us to his friend we just stared at him and then it clicked for all three of us girls at once. We basically all shout “YOU’RE THE GOOFY GUY!” He just put his head down again and said yes. Then in my head it clicks that I am talking to the cute guy I wanted us to go to in line for parking. So turns out, I got to talk to the cute guy after all.
If memory serves me right, I think the cute guy bought me another cranberry vodka (mistake #4). Most details after this are not so clear, but we hung out in a group. Then suddenly, I just remember spilling my water, like THE ENTIRE CUP all over Mic and I… I wasn’t even sure how it happened. I just stared at her in disbelief and we both laughed so hard. The cute guy (which earned the nick name “Horse Dad”) asked if I wanted another water and got me one (the next day I asked Mic how I spilled my water and she said she thinks I was trying to shimmy. TRYING TO SHIMMY PEOPLE, only TRYING. I wanted to die in a hole).
The girls and I suddenly have this great idea that we should all go to Mavericks. Horse Dad and I exchange numbers so “we could find each other” when we get there. Us girls call an Uber and they were going to drive to meet us there. As soon as we get in the Uber we are like no, go home, we are done. So I text Horse Dad that Mavericks was a no go, sorry but we have to go home. It took everything in us to not fall asleep in the Uber. I don’t even remember what happened when we got home, we just all put on pjs and got into bed. The night went downhill so fast we don’t even recall how. All I know is I don’t think we made it at Water Wheel for very long (yet another night we didn’t make it until closing).
Before this night, I had agreed to watch our niece the next morning. Our older sister was leaving early so I had to leave by 6:30am to be home by 7am. In my drunken state I remembered to set my alarm and I hiked myself to my car at the butt crack of dawn sporting my pink pjs, high top vans, denim jacket, and sunglasses. It really should be a fashion look. I had a RAGING hanging over and somehow made it all the way home. Of course my niece is already awake and I ask her if she wanted to watch a movie in auntie’s bed which of course she did. She watched, I slept and slowly died. I also had a meeting later with a girl I advise. I had her meet us at a McDonalds so my niece could play while we chatted. After she left I sat in an effing McDonald’s play place FOR AN HOUR letting my niece play all while I had a RAGING HANGOVER FROM HELL BECAUSE I AM A GOOD AUNT.
Meanwhile across town, Mic and Mich too had raging hangovers given by the devil himself which made Mic an hour late to her hair appointment with our older sister. BUT EVERYTHING WAS FINE.
Okay, story behind horse dad. He told me in the bar that he had a kid, which is cool, and cool that he told me up front. But I am not really looking to date someone with a kid. This might sound shallow but at this moment it is not what I want (if someone rolls along and it is meant to be and he has a kid then we will see when/if that happens, but that night, it wasn’t). But he told me he had a kid and I still gave him my number in my drunken state so that kind of made it seem like I was okay with it. I figured there would be no harm with hanging out and seeing how it goes, but we didn’t live near each other and life was busy because we were getting ready for Stagecoach so it just fizzled out.
So that is the dad part of the code name. The horse part is funny. He texted me saying it was so nice outside, he wished he was riding instead of at work. I responded with riding bicycles? Dirt bikes? He responds with a picture of him riding a horse, which is apparently his. I realized this guy thinks I am into horses. Probably because he met me in Norco, knows I went to the rodeo, and was wearing cowgirl boots to the bar? He was trying to impress me. Little did he know, but found out, I think riding horses is terrifying haha.
Welp, there goes episode two. There isn’t even any video evidence of this night because of how quickly things just rolled downhill. It was fun, the hangover hurt like hell, and now it is a nice little story.
Stay tuned for the next episode! I am not sure which one it will be yet, but I will pick one!
Episode 2 will be on IGTV tomorrow! Look out for it!
Welp folks. I was supposed to post episode 2 of the adventures of Britt & Mic today BUUUUUUUT I failed. BUT I HAVE AN EXCUSE! Stranger Things season 3 has been out for over a month and I told my sister we would watch together and we haven’t been able to. So last night we got sucked in to two episodes AND I LIVED FOR IT. Yes, I Brittany Lawrence, sacrificed my blog due date for Stranger Things and I don’t regret it 🤣. Look for the new episode tomorrow AND the video on IGTV. Come on, you don’t want to miss a chance to see me be awkward AMIRIGHT?! So in the mean time, catch up on last weeks if you haven’t yet here!
Hi all! If you follow me on Instagram, which I would hope we are good enough friends that you do… LOL, then you may have seen one of my latest posts featuring beautiful bracelets by Eliza Bean Designs (if you didn’t, click here). Now I told Liz I wanted to write a blog to go along with the bracelets I received from her. I sent her some questions just so I could get some background and good info for my post, and her answers came back so beautiful and story like, I almost teared up reading them (I think something is wrong with me lately, so sappy HAHA!). Since her responses were so great, I want to share a lot of her words, so I think I will turn this post into a sort of interview. Read on to know her story, it inspired me!
When did your business start?
I filed for my business name in August 2018 and opened my Etsy store in October 2018. I started my Instagram and Facebook page about four months ago. That is when I really feel my business started. Prior to that I hadn’t done any posting or advertising of my designs
Why did you start your business?
Starting my business was something God put on my heart to do. I had made a handful of bracelets in July 2018 and my friends and family really liked them. At that point I wasn’t confident in my designs, but I felt the need to keep creating. After fighting with a lot of fear, I decided I had to start my own business. Making bracelets didn’t feel like just a hobby. I felt that I had finally found my passion at the age of 50. Better late than never, right? For several years prior to starting my business, I had been through a lot of stress that made me very sick physically and emotionally. I have a strong faith and prayed daily for God to give me the strength to get through each day. I woke up one morning with the thought to make a bracelet to get my mind off of the stress. This was so out of the blue and nothing I had done before. My mom had made jewelry as a hobby in the past and had beads left over. I found that when I was making a bracelet, my mind was at peace. I would put music on and create, it felt incredible! God pulled me out of darkness with something as simple as making bracelets. The thought to start my own business came pretty quickly.
Was/is beading a hobby?
If I wasn’t making a bracelet, I was thinking about making one. Ideas would come to me in the middle of the night. That pretty much confirmed passion, not hobby. I have always loved to create, but I had never made bracelets. In high school I used to make myself funky earrings with plastic beads. At the time, there was a feed supply in downtown Upland that sold plastic beads and jewelry findings along with all of the feed and animals they sold there. I was a regular there in the eighties. I always found it funny that they sold beads inside of a feed store.
How do you come up with your designs? Where do you get inspiration from?
My inspiration comes from everyday life. I enjoy being outside. Many of my designs come from the colors of nature. I love earth-tones and use matte colored gemstones and wood beads that have those colors. My beach collection came to me from staring at a picture of the beach that I have in my office. I was thinking of sitting on the beach listening to the waves, relaxing. Design ideas started coming to mind. I had not used smooth (shiny) gemstones before this collection, I would always gravitate to the matte gemstones. The colors in the smooth gemstones remind me of the water and sand, I had to use them! I still used matte gemstones for all of the white in that collection, they remind me of the clouds. I had planned to make 8 or 10 beach inspired bracelets, I ended up making over 30! Most of the time I start with an idea, then choose the gemstones. There are days I can make bracelet after bracelet, the ideas keep coming. Some days I stare at a strand of beads for what seems like hours before a design comes to mind. I make a list of gemstones needed for a design prior to going to the bead store. If I don’t have a list, I will leave with A LOT more than what I intended to. The first time I went to a bead store, I felt euphoria, okay maybe not euphoria, but pretty close! The vision of all of the beads laying on table after table was pure joy to me.
Do you make custom orders?
I love making custom orders! My favorite is when someone asks me to make something with a specific color, but no other directions. I have to determine what that particular person will like style wise. There’s always that little bit of nervousness when they pick up their order, wondering if they are going to like it. One of my favorites was for a ballerina that had just been accepted to New York City’s School of Ballet. I searched until I found the perfect 3D tutu charm for it. I have an obsession with charms, or so I’ve been told. I’ve made custom bracelets for hobbies, sports, school spirit, and military service. Custom orders are a unique challenge. I have to fit the bracelet design to the person. I’ve made orders based on being told what someone’s personality is like, then asked to make a bracelet that will fit their style. Those are really fun!
Do you want to expand into more than bracelets?
The thought of making necklaces and earrings excites me. I will be making those in the near future. I have also been asked to make anklets, so that’s something I will be doing at some point. I am going to try my hand at wire wrapping in a few weeks and making my own charms.
As I have already said, I LOVE my bracelets. I especially love the fact that she uses earth-tones. This makes them easily match and go with so many different looks and outfits. They are a fun and dainty addition whether you’re dressing up or just going casual. They are also a great quality. You can feel it in the weight of the beads, they are sturdy and well done. I really encourage you to find Liz on Instagram and on Etsy. Her story as you read is inspiring and her work is truly amazing.
Thank you so much Liz for this opportunity to work with you ❤
“I never dreamed I would have my own jewelry business in my fifties. It’s amazing to see where life can take you if you don’t allow fear to stop you” – Elizabeth, owner of Eliza Bean Designs
Just as I promised, this is our first episode of The Adventures of Britt & Mic! If you do not know what I am talking about then catch up here –> The Adventures of Britt and Mic! <– But basically, Micaela (my sister) and I have been having so many fun weekends that I wanted write about them. There is never a dull moment when we are together! So here you go, enjoy…
Our favorite place to go on the weekends, or even week nights, is the Water Wheel Saloon in Norco. This is where we go to line dance. We started going so often that the line dance instructors and the bar tenders all knew us. Now this was back in like the end of March or beginning April. It was a Friday night so Micaela and I decided to meet our friend Wesley at the Water Wheel (Mic’s man was working weekends at the time so I was her weekend boyfriend and she was my/is my wing-woman to help me find a man… which has yet to happen but that is neither here nor there). Somewhere throughout the night these two guys start talking to our group and they buy us a drink, pretty sure it was shots. But they bought for all three of us so it wasn’t creepy. Oh you want to know their names? Well, that just isn’t the point of the story here is it…
Anywho, we are all chitchatting and it is getting late. Mic and I had mentioned, only to each other and Wes, that we wanted to go to Mavericks, the bar up the street. Wesley has to leave and asked if we wanted him to drive us up there. We assured him no, we were not even close to wanting to leave Water Wheel yet. So he leaves and Mic and I are still talking to our new friends. The conversation is starting to run a little slow so what do Mic and I do? What one naturally does in a bar, quotes Spongebob Squarepants DUH! Honestly who knows what TF we were doing but we did it with hand motions and everything. One of the guys tried to ask what we were doing and we told him it was from Spongebob. Bless his poor soul he tried real hard to know what we were talking about but you could tell he was lost. (Side bar: I am pretty sure I have mentioned this before, but we told my dad that we did Spongebob in the bar and he scolded me saying I will never find a man like that. Well dad, maybe I will find the RIGHT man like that, yeah ever think of that?)
It had only been maybe 15 minutes since Wes left and Mic and I were all it is time to go. We turn to the guys and say sorry fellas, but we have to go home, we have to be up early for a hike (which was the absolute truth… well the hike). They replied bummed and asked if we wanted to go to Mavericks. We nicely said no, we have to go to sleep. We say bye, thanks for the drinks, and quickly walk out the bar.
Our usual, park in the back and bring a case of White Claws. We drink a couple before going in, sometimes come out for another, it is how we roll… that and we are broke. So we go to the car for our last White Claws. Mavericks is so close we felt dumb calling an Uber and figured we could save a few bucks by just walking there. We map it out and it is exactly one mile from where we were and it said it would take 30 minutes to walk. 30 MINUTES?! We said nah, we can make that in 10-15 minutes. So we grab our White Claws and we GO. We get to the “side walk” aka, the dirt horse path, and we start HOOFIN’ IT.
We are about halfway there and we decide we should FaceTime Tabitha, one of our other sisters, but she doesn’t answer (loser. JK I love you). So we decide to leave her a FaceTime Voice Mail, and invention of our own making. We recorded ourselves, and sent it to her via text, genius we know (refer to IGTV for evidence of this message). Ever since that night we have made those a thing.
We finally make it to Mavericks. We are walking up to the door and an Uber cuts us off on our path to the door. Out of this Uber I kid you not, steps out THE TWO GUYS FROM WATER WHEEL. Mic and I stop in our tracks, look at each other with utter fear on our faces, turn around and literally run. We find a truck to hide behind and just squat down trying to hush our hysterical laughter. Tab calls us back and we are trying to explain and she thinks we are nuts. We don’t know what to do, we just know we have to pee really bad. Okay, we need a plan. We put our hair up in buns because we both had it down, and pop the colors on our denim jackets, you know to disguise ourselves because NO ONE would recognize us in this change of wardrobe… idiots we are. We walk in and make a B line for the bathroom. We make it, everything is cool. When we come out we see an open table in the middle of the place, perfect it is not on the edge, it will be harder to pick us out. We sit down and just stair at each other quietly when low and behold, who walks up?
“Heyyyyy” they say, “We thought you were going home.”
“Oh hiiiii,” we respond, “we had to go to the bathroom.”
“So you had to go to the one at the bar?”
“Yeahhhh, we just couldn’t make it all the way home…”
I can’t even remember what was said after that, but they obviously didn’t hate us too much because they hung out with us again. Mic and I did a few line dances here and there, and then one of the guys said he knew how to two step and took Mic on the dance floor. They were doing alright, not too shabby. The end of the song comes and he looks like he is going for a dip, which is pretty normal at the end of a dance. With him in the lead, Mic goes for it. THIS FOOL drops her on her ass. Just straight full body on the floor and he just stares at here and helps her up. Her face just reads WTF just happened. He apologizes and said he didn’t know she was going for the dip. This is when we realize it is time to leave. We call that Uber up and we dip. That was the fastest karma I ever did see.
We made it home, made it to bed, and did not make it on the hike we were supposed to go on, but went on an easier, closer one and named it the hangover trail because that’s what we were.
Head to IGTV to watch us talk more about this and stay tuned next Friday for our next adventure! A little more Water Wheel, a little more drunk, and a whole lot more tragic.
I made a plan! In my last post, Chase Me Gosh Darn-It!, I said I was thinking about sharing more of mine and my sister Micaela’s adventures. The first will come this Friday (or at least that is the plan) so make sure you follow along here AND on Instagram (@the.B.Law) because there will be supporting videos for every story… we tend to leave “FaceTime voicemails” when we go out and drink. Oh, you don’t know what a FaceTime voicemail is? If someone doesn’t answer our FaceTime call, then we record a “voicemail” and text it to them. It is great, you should try it.
So Friday will be the first story where we will introduce our favorite place ever to go out. Until then, head to Instagram for our intro video of us just being ridiculously us LOL!
**Disclaimer: this post might just be a ramble, but it is the start to a new series of posts. So yeah read on!
I feel like every time I write a new blog I want to start it off like, “Hey! It’s been awhile…”. Obviously it has been awhile, let’s not kid ourselves. I have not been writing so let’s just skip that part and be real haha.
So hi! I know this is supposed to be a style blog or whatever, but I’ve got some feelings and shit. How come even though you want to be effing chased, you allow guys to have it easy and don’t make it hard to chase you? Am I that starved for attention that I am willing to accept in the moment affection that won’t last? AM I JUST STUPID?! I am starting to think that is the issue…
Question: what is more dumb? Being actually stupid and not realizing what the consequences of your actions might be, OR being smart enough to know the consequences and choosing to do that action anyways?
This question came up after choices I made that I most definitely knew the consequences of, but tried to convince myself otherwise (it may have also been the alcohol convincing me otherwise). This story will potentially get shared in time, but regardless, a valid question I am pondering.
Being in the dating world is tough, like more than just trying to actually find a man who will give you the time of day. But once one actually does, you have so many things to decipher. Maybe I just overthink everything, but I have quickly come to realize that I do not know how to date. I do not know the rules, I do not know the games, I do not know how to play it cool, I DO NOT KNOW WHAT I AM DOING.
Don’t get me wrong, I am having fun. Micaela, my sister that you are going to hear much more about, and I go out often and we ALWAYS have a great time. I have met a few people, and maybe one will stick, but it is scary to have hopes about any of it. We say we have hopes of having hopes. I am in this place where it feels like eventually they all choose someone else anyways. So as much fun as we have, it is hard sometimes to be home on a Sunday night after all the fun is over and still feel somewhat alone, but I am working on it.
I am not really sure where this post is going, but I have decided I want to write more about mine and Mic’s adventures and being in the dating realm. The Tragic Girls are essentially back but in a whole new light ;). Get ready for some fun and tragic stories (and lots of code names)!