Antique Mall and Bonding with Cows

     Antique mall and cows (3)

     The other day I was hanging out with Autumn and my best friend, Jordan for one of my last days in Stillwater until the New Year. We were eating at Boomerang Diner when I mentioned that I wanted to go window shopping. Turns out Jordan’s favorite store is the Antique Mall, which was maybe a hundred feet from where we were eating, so we went to look around. Antique mall and cows (1)

     May I just say, that I’m one of those snobby people who feels weird shopping at a thrift store, and honestly even after our visit I still wouldn’t be tempted to go clothes shopping there. However, I had so much fun exploring the two floors of nick knacks and old records. After seeing the record section, I was actually reminded to text my brother and ask which vinyls he wants for Christmas.

     There was also a section for books, which I stopped myself from actually going into. I got up the landing and was staring at the first shelf, and I felt overwhelmed and just knew I’d have to come back and devote an entire day to searching the shelves. As it was, Jordan and Autumn had already moved on to a different section and I didn’t want to end up lost.

  Antique mall and cows (2)   We spent probably an hour searching through the store, and one of my favorite things I found was a box full of old post cards. Some were blank, but there were a few that had been written on and sent, and it was fascinating getting to read the dates and information on them. A lot of the cards were from the 40s and I instantly felt the need to go somewhere and send a postcard to my family, who knows, maybe in seventy years someone will come across it.

     The Antique Mall wasn’t our only adventure that day. I wasn’t ready to go home so Autumn suggested we just drive around for a while. The last time we did that we ended up in Ponca City on a random Sunday, so this time Autumn made sure to let me know we weren’t going that far. However in her quest to avoid Ponca City, we ended up cutting down a road marked “Cemetery” and got semi-lost on a backwoods dirt road. Antique mall and cows (4)

     Good news though! Jordan insisted we pull over and take pictures with all the cows we kept driving by. I hopped out and ran for the fence, only to sadly be told by Autumn that cows are skittish, as was proven when they all made a run for it. Jordan and I still stopped to take pictures in the road, all the while listening to Autumn honk at us. We did eventually get back in the car and head home, but not before stopping for some Cinnabon. After all, adventures always leave a girl hungry.



Finals Week and Visiting Knoblock & Co.


Jars at Knoblock & Co. in Stillwater, Okla.

Hey guys! This week is finals week at my college, which means a lot of stress, tears and caffeine. Luckily for me, those things are actually being kept to a minimum, because I only have three tests, and after tomorrow I’ll be done with my semester.


Hand soap at Knoblock & Co. in Stillwater, Okla.

After my American Literature exam this morning, I met up with my co-campus correspondent for Her Campus , and we passed out some goodies around campus. After taking a food break, we decided to do some shopping around Stillwater. I visited some places here in my quant little college town that I’ve never been into before. Like Knoblock & Co. which smelled amazing the second we stepped inside.

Knoblock is essentially candle heaven, and they had the cutest little hand soaps and wooden postcards. The layout of the store was beautiful and I couldn’t help but take pictures. I’ll definitely need to go back next time I’m looking for a candle or cute trinket. Especially when it comes time to decorate my apartment for next semester.


Books and soap at Knoblock & Co. in Stillwater, Okla.

The building is also and amazing green color that Hannah insisted on having her picture taken in front of. If you want to check out the OOTD pictures I took for her you can visit her blog, Fe Fi Fo FHannah.

Overall it was an exciting day exploring some of the shops in Stilly that I haven’t been to in the last two years of living here. I’ve definitely been inspired to go window shopping and exploring more often.


Losing a friend: A letter to myself.

Dear Self,

I know you feel like crying right now. I know you think this is a horrible experience and that you will never be able to move on. You will. Right now it hurts to find out your friendship is over, that it has ended, and with it the memories you were making.

I know you see other people still interacting, and growing closer, and you feel left out and unwanted. Those people are still your friends though, they are not taking sides. They stand on the outside and look on in confusion as to why you aren’t Losing a friendhanging out with them, because they know you want to. But you can’t, because you aren’t invited. You lost one friend, and now you have to work around them in order to see the others. I know that makes you sad and angry, but it will be alright.

I know that you still talk to your old friend sometimes, and that they act like nothing has changed. It has. You no longer text or call them in the middle of the day just because you’re bored or lonely. That’s what they wanted, and you’ve tried to make them happy. When they invite people to hang out, you are never told, but you find out anyway. So yes, things have changed, and I know you wish they hadn’t.

I know that you noticed your old friend pulling away, and on several occasions you told people that you felt like they didn’t want to be around you, and that they ignored you. I know you’re friends said you were wrong, and I know that the day your fears were confirmed was painful for you. I know you tried to remain strong, when you heard that your old friend found you annoying and that’s why you were being avoided. You told those who were concerned about you that it was fine. For a few minutes you even had yourself convinced that it was true. You told yourself and others that in the months since you’d really talked to your old friend, you’d gotten used to it and that you were over it already. You were lying. As soon as the others were gone, you had to bite back the tears and fight the ragged breaths.

I know that was only the beginning, and that soon you learned more and more of the ways your old friend had shut you out, and that it had affected the others too. They’d been wondering why you were never hanging out, then they found out it was because you weren’t invited. They were angry and I know you feel bad about how that makes you feel better.

I know you’re still adjusting to the loss of a friend, that I am still adjusting. I know it will take a long time to adjust, and that our old friend will not make it easy. I know the hardest part has been realizing your friendship really is over. Even harder than that, is knowing the reason its over, is because you were never really friends at all. You will now have to learn what real friendships are made of, and I know that in losing our old friend, you’ve made the first step, because some real friends have come to your side. They have defended you and cared for your feelings, and most of all they have proven that nothing as simple as annoyance or the need for space will be able to end your friendship.

Sincerely, you.

Identical but Still Individual

Recently I met a new friend. He thinks me and my identical twin sister are the same person. I can tell that most of what he says is made in jest, but it got me thinking about how people view twins. They see us as copies of one another with nothing separate to offer. I’ve often heard, “If you know one, you know both”. But that is far from true. Both my sister and I, as well as every set of twins I’ve met, has been different.

Autumn (left) and Savannah (right) in September 2014.

Autumn (left) and Savannah (right) in September 2014.

My sister has never won a spelling bee, or a science fair. I’ve never sang a song I wrote in front of a room full of people. I’ve never been asked to Homecoming with the whole school watching and she’s never dislocated her kneecap at a high school football game. We may be identical, but we are far from the same.

It’s a long list, the things we don’t have in common. We played different instruments in school, her oboe and me trombone. Her favorite color growing up was pink and mine was yellow. But the real difference, what makes us individuals, is in the way we view the world. She is a realist, I’m a dreamer. She’s believes in the practical, I’d rather cast it aside and figure it out as I go. She has never felt the overwhelming need to take a picture of her friends as they laugh at some small thing, I’ve never been without that need. She walks around the house singing at all hours, I can’t hold a tune and reserve singing for the shower. Our differences lie in the tiny things we do every day without even thinking of them. They are the things our friends make fun of us for, and our parents constantly complain about.

We may be identical twins, but we have completely different perspectives to offer the world. We have vastly differing hopes, and we dream in vivid colors that don’t match. Two people are not as simple as their physical appearance. Just as we are told not to judge a book by its cover, and to see every one we meet as a special person with something unique to offer, twins go deeper than matching faces.

I know most people don’t think twice about this. They see twins and see two of the same person. Or they make a game out of learning how to tell twins apart. I’ve often had new friends take turns guessing which twin I was, and they get excited when they finally get it right on the first try. I’ve also had people see that we’re identical and never go beyond that. They assume everything about us is a copy of the other. Even though we speak differently, both the sound of voices, and the words we choose to use. We say pecan differently, and differ on food in almost every other aspect too. She loves mushrooms and black olives, while I hate them. She doesn’t eat spinach but I’ll eat a bowl in under a minute.

It’s these seemingly unimportant things that make us who we are, just like they do with every other person on the planet. So as an identical twin, I beg you the reader to see twins less as an oddity and to instead see us for the individuals we are. We are identical, but we are also individual.

Differences Between Books and film Adaptations


Books (photo via Flickr/Jennie Faber)

Many times when reading a book I will visual every scene in my head. Often when the book is turned into a film adaptation I only notice the differences between the two.

A lot of popular books include details that don’t translate well to screen. This is for a variety of reasons and personally I think the biggest one is that some effects just don’t look realistic. In “Twilight” it came across as awkward when certain details didn’t work on screen the way we pictured them in our heads. The sparkling and the werewolf transformation being the biggest two for me. There were differences in how the characters acted as well. If you want to read more differences between the “Twilight” novel and movie check out this article on the Examiner.

Often fans of movie versions of books will like both separately. I have liked books and the film adaptations as different stories, but when comparing them only noticed the differences. It’s easier to enjoy a film adaptation when you haven’t previously read the book. It keeps you from having preconceived notions of exactly how the movie should be and the disappointment when your favorite scene doesn’t make it onscreen. Here’s a poll on Goodreads showing that most people prefer reading the book before seeing the movie.

Personally I find it fun to go see movies based on my favorite books. The same goes for watching TV shows based on books. However, I have to remember that not everything translates well between the two mediums. When one of your favorite scenes or characters gets cut from the onscreen version, just remember you can go back and reread the book.

Characters Made to Hate

Caroline Bingley (photo via Flickr/colorinchi)

Caroline Bingley (photo via Flickr/colorinchi)

Characters are meant to be disliked, even when we can’t help but like them. In every story there is a lovable villain, or even a protagonist who gets on our nerves.

In books it takes time to notice that the character is more than one dimensional. I’ve noticed that as I read through a book or series, I sometimes hate a character and sometimes love them. Some examples of characters from books that we love and hate can be found on BookRiot.

Movies are faster paced than books are, yet we still catch glimpses of characters that make us love and hate them. A movie is much more interesting when you accidentally start rooting for the antagonist.

Possibly the most obvious medium that we find characters to love and hate is in TV. Episodes on TV develop characters over several seasons and give us different sides to these characters. Some sides we identify with and others make us wish the character would get killed off. For a list of some of these characters you can check out WordandFilm.

Essentially, almost every villain has a human side to them, something for us to love. In the reverse, all our favorite characters are capable of cruelty or some other quality we usually associate with the antagonist. These characters make the storyline interesting and provide a real life element to the plot. The books, movies and TV shows we remember and love always include our most loved villains and hated heroes.