Summer Swimmies

Life, Women's Fashion

I’ve been scouring the racks this summer to find the perfect swimmies. Between our Mexican Friendcation last month and our Texan Famcation this month I was in need of a swimsuit re-boot. Here are some I loved, and others I bought:

This adorbs j crew swimsuit cover up is embroidered, and I’m obsessed. I wore one similar from j crew in Mexico and I felt like a beach goddess.

As always I’m still obsessed with floral prints. This one being from Forever 21. or Forever 24 in my case.

What about you, lovlies? Have any summer items you’re drooling over?

xoxo,

MM

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Busy as a bee.

ATX, Life

Hello lovelies,

I assume you all though I was dead. On the contrary, for the first time this year I was outside for longer than 20 mins. I played more rounds of games than one, and I celebrated a man, my man, and a new niece.

Luckily, I took pictures of most everything that happened. What I didn’t capture was due to the fear that my phone could fall out of the kayak and into the lake.

Here’s some shots from the past week. An obvious favorite being from my sweet, adorable new niece, Bridget.

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Friends from the land of Oklahoma!

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Celebrations being documented.

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Old fashioned cupcakes, seriously had whiskey in the frosting and the batter. Amazing, gluten-free and I modified to be vegan!

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The most beautiful animals in the world- stealing the show on St. Patties Day.

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So in love.

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Brother meeting sister for the first time.

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We’re entirely obsessed with our new Aeropress. Best cup of coffee I’ve had in my life- sans exagération. We honestly have saved so much money making our delicious americanos at home.

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Finally made it to Gordoughs, with zero disappointment. 

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And somehow despite not loosing any weight, and eating that ginormous donut sandwich I appear to be getting a bit more Slim Jim.

And because this post was completely personal, here’s some links to some fashionable minded people.

Adriana from Leopard Martini always shows reasonable fashion for the every day classic styled person.

I love browsing this fellas blog. It frequently prompts me to email to my husby a list what he should be sporting these days.

Love seeing this girls blog for Austin fashion, and much like me, she has a lot of life on her blog too. Love.

I follow @thuglifeforevs on insta and she is a photography genius, her website is equally mesmerizing. 

As I go east, my sweet friend Megan heads west. Read her blog here, and look for her musings on my blog in the future as we share little snippets on how we plan to prepare our wardrobes for costal living.

xoxo
MM

 

The Asians know where it’s at..

ATX, Life, Men's Fashion, Women's Fashion

I believe I’ve mentioned my obsession with adopted babies- Asian babies in particular melt my heart.

I mean, really… Can’t we all just agree this google image baby is the cutest little squishy there ever was?! And I’m not even a baby person.

Besides the indisputably cute babies, there’s something else I’ve noticed about Asian culture– they’re as trendy as it gets when it comes to the realms of fashion. Here’s some street fashion I found floating around the interweb:

I love seeing the combination of something very adult and something that is reminiscent of childhood.

What do you think of Asian fashion?

xoxo–MM

Ps- Some links to some really cool asian fashion blogs-

Thirsty Thought

The Wicked Ying

Fashion Bandwagon

Can You Pass the Glitter

9 to 5 Chic

Sisters make the best friends.

Life

Yesterday was my sister’s 30th birthday.

One of the two that I have.

She has inspired me, taught me, and encouraged me. 

I owe most of who I am to the two that came before me, and after reading a buzzfeed about why sisters make the best friends I decided to make my own Ode to the Burum Sisters list. 

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1) Sistory. The good, the bad, and the ugly tween years– They remember you. They may have mangled your hair in a round brush that resulted in a bad cut and the nickname “Mushroom Head” but boy did they shine beside you while you did joint tap, tumbling, and attempted to wear acid wash denim on denim. Now, 20 something years later, while having coffee with them I’ll flash through our sistory and marvel at all we’ve been through and accomplished. The feeling is incomparable to the love I have experienced with my husband. There is a camaraderie, there is experiences, there is sistory.

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2) They got your back. There have been countless opportunities to trash the ones we occupy our time with, but our sisters? They’re off limits. I see the surprise in people’s faces when I deliberately choose to not go down that path with them, it is again, that camaraderie I have felt since birth to love and protect the ones that love and protect me. Furthermore, they can do no wrong in my eyes, and if I think something they’ve done is off, you will find me dead in a grave before you find me admitting any fault in them.

In summary: You trash my sister, I trash your face. 

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3) They’re the funnest people to have adventures with. When traveling it is easy to get your personal space trampled on and feel overwhelmed with the responsibility of making the other person enjoy the activities as much as you do. This is not the case with sisters. You can tell them to shut up and no matter what you’re in the middle of, they get it, and love you for it.

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4) They laugh with you at inappropriate times. I can’t tell you how many times we’ve almost been kicked out of funerals and church services because of our inability to keep it together. No, we’re not insensitive, it’s the opposite in fact. We are so sensitive to the things that make each other laugh that we can spot a flinch of the eye, and in a second we’re rolled over uncontrollably for minutes at a time. Breathing is futile in times like those, and really, who needs to breath? If we die, we’ll just laugh together in heaven about how funny that was.

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5) They’re (mostlyalways happy to see you. There are few scenarios in life (other than owning a dog) where you feel completely appreciated as a human being. Seeing your sister after time apart is one of the highest highs I’ve been on. Sure there’s the squealing and squeezing, but after a few giddy moments they jump right in and ask you the real questions with magical intuition like, “I know you said you we’re doing alright in regards to ________, but tell me what’s really happening”.

Which leads me to my final point….

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6) Sisters make the best friends because they just get itSeveral times throughout the week, me and my sisters will send these obnoxious things called “Voxers” to one another. They’re basically glorified walkie talkie messages. During these conversations, we’re constantly being cut off by a terrifying 3 year old dinosaur/wolf, horrible drivers, or *whispers* husbands looking asking you the location (yet again) of their shoes. In these moments I get to hear the daily excitement of their lives, and although I love the content being spoken by these wonder women, I am more in awe of the background noise and how our relationship has transformed. It’s a beautiful time right now where my reality is in equal standing to the memories of the three little Burum girls we used to be. 

 

Happy Happy birthday, my Meg. I love you all the more. 

Justin&Sawyer

ATX, Hair, Life, Uncategorized

Hi there friends.

Remember when I mentioned my friend Sawyer? (insta: psh_itssawyer)

Well, she’s dating this hunk Justin, and occasionally they let me play with their hair, then they take beautiful photos of it.

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Photo cred: Psh_itssawyer

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Recently, they graced us with their presence in the ol’ ATX. They are, of course, some of our favorite humans. And excitingly, they’re both extremely gifted artists. (of the unstarving nature)

A box is a box, is a box.

ATX, Life

Hello darlings…

Do you have any hobbies?

When I was a baby tween and lived in the midwest I rode horses.

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But now, I am far away from the friends (and animal friends) I’ve made in my travels, and my absolute favorite old/new hobby is to send packages. My sweet, long-time friend Sawyer (Insta: psh_itssawyer) inspired me to begin again after I dropped writing friends altogether after high school.

The boxes I typically send can contain absolutely anything: antique treasures, books I’ve loved recently, a design project I’ve been needing help with, but most always there is chocolate involved, and sometimes a little something for the mister or the dogs.

What goes into making those boxes is magic, attention to detail, and stripped strings.

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I honestly can’t think of a better way to connect with the ones I love, and the ones I’ve been wanting to get to know better. Writing in any form is a lost trend, and I want to be part of the few to revive the beauty of penmanship, and creativity through putting together boxes and letters. While I was off this grid this weekend in Kansasland I picked up some Target treasure that I can’t wait to incorporate.

On my box list this week is Kortnee who writes a darling little blog you should seriously consider following.

Hope your weekend was lovely, here’s some links to my favorite things lately:

A life saver for if you get a zit before a big occasion.

A wallet worth saving for.

The best kept clothing website for business clothing.

Can’t stop reading about how to move cross-country.

Russia does have a sense of humor.

xoxo–MM

Have Dilemma, need advice: The advantages of marrying a boy genius.

ATX, BOS, Life, Moving, Uncategorized

I married extremely young as a mixture of hormones and love, friend circles and family cults encouraged me find love in the most formable of my years. i.e Late teens to early 20’s.

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I obliged myself and them by marrying at the ripe young age of 21. Now, I’m a soon to be 24 and although I have no regrets of marrying as a young adult {old child}, I can’t help but feel the stare {glares} every time I mention my age in relation to when I got married. I’d like to say it’s all bliss no work, but those bliss filled days are the ones we live for while we work- towards a house, better careers, a lucrative future, and someday perhaps adoptions of beautiful beautiful babies.

Around a year ago this time my sweet, wonderful husby began studying for his law school admission test or LSAT. The LSAT is known for being taxing, and the study process alone can consume your entire life, which is exactly what started to happen. We were barely adult babies, newly married, not to mention overwhelmed with the LSAT- our marriage began to suffer. There is no logical reason we came out alive, or happy, but we did. Husby was all logic in explaining that every hour he spent in the other room was going to pay off. Literally, schools will pay you if you’re smart enough. So, I parted with my dearly beloved for months that seemed to never end, but like all seasons they did. Whether the results be good or bad that retched time was over.

I’ve decided to provide visuals as I’m going off topic for this posting and need something pretty different to look at. The LSAT score percentages are below:

As you can see, most of the people who study an average amount (3 months, at least 3 hours a day, 5-6 days a week) still end up hitting around 150. 14% of lucky studiers make it up to that 160-166 mark, and the genius’ of the world make up those last two little orange pieces to the right. That’s where he landed.

Before I got married, I was taunted by a fear that I would be limiting my options to move about freely, and live in a vast array of places. Strangely, committing has only opened me up to endless and grand adventures with the one I love.

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Hubs was graciously accepted into some lovely schools soon after his applications were submitted. Some gave him full rides, while several others offered enticing 1/2-2/3 scholarships, but with every acceptance, and every offer we feel the paralyzing pressure of making a decision between good and also good places. We are so very grateful for these opportunities, and we’ve started this silly little routine called, “Have Dilemma, Need Advice” as a way of PRO/CON-ing our decision process. As we’re in a state of perpetual transition our conversations have become much more to the point, and we find peace of mind only in mind blowingly good brunches, TV marathons, and hours and hours of playing pool.

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So here’s the end of the beginning, the question that will be debated until we’re sick. Where would you go if you had the opportunity? What life are you ready for? City? Country? Family? Fun?

Have Dilemma, Need Advice.

New York, Boston, Houston, Austin, LA, San Francisco, Chicago, Virginia, Tennessee, North Carolina, Michigan, Pennsylvania, or DC?

xoxo–MM