Sweater- JCrew //
Jeans- Asos // Shirt- JCPenny (recent) //
Necklace- Bauble Bar // Shoes- Target (recent)
Well hello my lovelies! Sorry I have been a bit MIA the past week, but as I promised in one of my previous posts I have started my new job and the balance between work and blog is certainly a focus. I'm sitting down to finally put this post together while I wait for my french press coffee to brew, so I am pretty impressed with myself sans coffee.
Other than work, I have begun the search for the apartment. Sigh..it's tiring both mentally
an physically. Why is New York so expensive? I know why, because it's the best city ever :) (besides Boston - Go Patriots <3 )
I guess it's times like these when my patience is tested, and I am not a patient person by nature. When I want something I fixate on it almost obsessively until I get it. Which is good when it comes to say, finding your dream job. But not so good when it comes to saving up money and waiting for the perfect apartment to drop into your lap. Right now I am totally hearing Jaffar's voice ringing in my head, "patience Eyago." Aladdin? No? Don't get the reference...?
On to the topic of my blog name change. I realize that this is not the best idea given I have been "promoting" my blog for about a month now. But truth be told I have been thinking about doing it for a few weeks now. I quickly realized that Blonde and Barefoot was (shock) not as original as I had hoped. And so I started the daily ritual of thinking about a new name every free moment I would get. On the subway, on the bus, on Metro North, walking to work, drinking coffee, and the list goes on. Unfortunately all my supposed brilliant ideas I would scramble to type into the URL space on my phone, all turned out to be taken. It's scary how so many thoughts are unoriginal these days.
Finally I threw my hands up and said, ok- my name is pretty original. The spelling of my name is extra original, stumping school teachers and would-be friend alike since before I can remember. So I talked it over with my mom and we decided it was fitting. My first and middle name have always kind of come as a two for one deal, my grandma always calls me Kayce Jayne, my dad often times will opt for the first-middle combo....pretty much whenever someone is not mad or upset with me (which I hope is not that often) it's become a sort of term of endearment. You all can call me Kayce Jayne too :)
And with that, I am off to funnel this cup of coffee and set off into the city for week two of my awesome job. More on that later...
xo