Happy Friday! It’s been an off week of posting, but that’s because things are changing in the world of ABC. Today marks a close in a portion of my day job (nannying), which is bittersweet, but allows for me to put more efforts towards this blog of mine! And for that, I am humbled and grateful. But it’s kinda scary, too! To say I’ve grown this blog into what it’s becoming in less than 6 months feels so wonderfully rewarding. But to “take it to the next level” means much more work and putting myself out there. And I’m ready! But ya know, with change comes a little healthy fear, doesn’t it?
I’ve felt so overwhelmingly grateful for the connections with readers being made here at amybethcampbell.com and all the support I have received thus far! And I just can’t say thank you enough. I feel like y’all just ‘get me’ and that is a wonderful feeling. I know that writing about clothes, beauty, and interiors can be a light read through your weeks. But I also know that when I sometimes write about some meaty topics, it can definitely feel a bit more intense.
Recently, a girlfriend of mine gave me some sweet encouragement in regards to the things I post to Snapchat (username is: amybethcampbell, add me!) in the sense that she loved how it shows how goofy I actually am! It definitely reminded me, in a kind and uplifting way, that sometimes I can come across as intense in my writing, yet I’m not that intense all the time. And I know that! My personality is certainly layered. And I’ve learned to really accept it! I will talk hair and makeup with y’all till the cows come home. But within that same conversation, I will also talk to you about the salvation of this world. Yeah girl, let’s go there! It’s what makes me, ‘me’. And I think you as readers see that, but today… I wanted to give you some insight to the reality of my very goofy personality. Because I promise, if you’ve ever read my blog and felt like I’m super intense, I can be. BUT… I’m not scary! I’m actually really weird. And silly. And a total nerd. And I want to share 10 random facts with you today so you as readers can get to know me a little bit more! Here goes…
1. I love to play dress up. These pictures featured in this post were taken during our engagement shoot, just over a year ago. I remember getting them back and thinking I looked fat. So much so that I cried my eyes out and sweet Sam couldn’t understand my logic behind it at all. And he was right…. I was being insanely overly critical. I look back at them now and really like them. Why do we as ladies do that to ourselves??? Ok, that was a more honest and serious side note. But the point of this fact is that I will dress up any day of the week. I don’t care if I have to walk through the Marina of SF in the freezing cold fog looking like I’m headed to the Kentucky Derby. I’m usually overdressed, especially in casual California. But I love to get all dolled up! I have since I was a little lady.
2. I made fake head-gear and wore it to a friend’s house when I was in 2nd grade. I’ve never been to the orthodontist because my mouth is the size of a horses’. Well, not really. But I have an ample amount of space in there and I never had to have anything fixed! It’s a blessing, I know. But when everyone else had hot pink head-gear at the sleepover, I got jealous. So what did I do? I whipped out my hot pink lanyard plastic (thread? whatever you call it) and made a chain that attached to a stretched out paper clip. I brought it over in a plastic Ziplock that I decorated and casually whipped it out as we were playing in my friend’s room. When she questioned it, I legitimately told her it was real. And of course she thought I was nuts. But I stuck to my story and wore it the entire evening. When my mom found out, she threw it away the next day.
3. I often dance in public. Sam love/hates this. Standing in line for food and a good jam comes on? Dance it out. Target aisle? Watch me whip and nae nae. I often do it to embarrass Sam or anyone else I’m with. But I just can’t stop! This emoji is my spirit animal. ??????
4. When I was a senior in high school, I did my final government paper on the news story of Nick Lachey & Jessica Simpson’s divorce. We were supposed to compare and contrast two credible sources on a pressing current affair. I’m still not quite sure how, but I convinced my teacher that their split was in fact worthy of me writing about. Everyone else wrote about politics and global affairs, and I got up in front of the class in a pink ensemble channeling Elle Woods and talked about how Us Weekly and People Magazine both approached and reported the devastating news. It was a 30 minute presentation. It was probably the most work I had put into a project in my entire high school career. My classmates rolled their eyes, but I didn’t care. Also, I got an A.
5. I’m terrible at math. Like really, really bad. Not only did I struggle my entire way through school in every single math (and science, let’s face it) class I was ever forced to take, but I legitimately still use my fingers to count. I have an app on my phone that does the tip on a bill for me. I’m the worst at budgeting. I still have to sing the songs I made up in elementary school to remember my times tables. I have internal panic attacks if someone asks me to make change or calculate anything on the spot. It’s the sad, sad truth. But can we just all take a moment to giggle that I married an accountant? Bless his heart.
6. I’m obsessed with the South. I attribute it from a combination of my double name, my love of country music, reading every last word of my mom’s Southern Living magazines from childhood till now (but now I subscribe myself!) and riding horses. I love southern accents. I pretend I have one, too, sometimes and I’ve said ‘y’all’ for as long as I can remember. I could sip Sweet Tea and eat BBQ and Mexican food all day, every day. When I was in high school and my parents went to Texas, I demanded they bring home a ‘Don’t Mess With Texas’ t-shirt and I wore it nearly every day and people thought I was nuts. I swoon when people address me as ‘ma’am’. I went line dancing nearly every Thursday night in college and have deeply missed it every week since I left and dream of doing it at a bar in the South someday. I can’t live without hairspray and monograms. I greatly admire southern hospitality and dream of having a home someday where I can host dinner parties weekly. These are just a few examples of the obsession. Want to know the irony in all of this? I have never visited the South. I know, I know. It’s shameful!!! But my sweet husband is finally making that life long dream come true and we are visiting Texas for my birthday in MAY! Saying, ‘I’m so excited’ about this just doesn’t cut it. I feel like a little girl waiting for Santa every day it gets closer. And it’s still a whooooole month away! But just ask Sam and he’ll gladly tell you how obsessed I am.
7. When I was in middle school, I pretended I was Lizzie McGuire. No, really. I was infatuated with her. From chopstick hair buns, mis-matched prints, wedge flip flops, to a clear backpack. I had it all. Everyone else was wearing Abercrombie & Fitch and Jack Purcells and I carried around a small handbag that matched every weird outfit filled with lip gloss and a compact mirror. I ended up being on the Best Dressed page in the 8th grade yearbook, and I have to say – to this day it’s one of my proudest accomplishments.
8. I’m a total music nerd. If you know me or have followed me for some time, you’re aware that I originally went to college to pursue a professional career in singing. I’ve been performing since I was a little girl in church choir, and that traveled with me all the way through high school musicals to professional operas when I was 22. Even though I loved opera and music theatre, I think my heart deep down always wanted to be the next Carrie Underwood. But I love her so much and think she and her amazingness stands alone, so I let her have it. Just kidding, there were other reasons I stopped performing. I’ll share why in one of those serious posts someday. Wink face.
9. I’m scared of riding a bike. This one is weird. I do know how to ride a bike. And I’ve actually participated in a handful of triathlons. And long distance ones, to boot! But I hate riding my bike. I have fallen off that thing more times than I care to admit. And I will remind you again that I rode horses! Talk about something to fall off of. I hate the feeling/fear of falling, but I feel like I don’t have it on a horse because I can control a horse far more than I can control a piece of metal underneath me. My husband loves to bike ride and we’ve never been on one together. And my really nice bike continues to hang in my parents’ garage collecting dust. Sorry, Daddy. If you’re reading this, I promise to Craigslist it this summer.
10. I hate camping, but it’s where I met my husband. If packing for a trip requires me to forgo my curling iron and only use travel size toiletries, I consider it camping. So to actually go camping in terms of sleeping in a tent and walking through the woods to go to the bathroom then I am downright ROUGHING IT. I’ve gotten better at it over the years out of necessity, but Lord have mercy… I’m not the most delightful person to be with while we’re there. The irony is that I met my husband via a camping trip that my dear Oregonian friends Tim and Katie
forced encouraged me to go on. I think y’all know how this story plays out, but here’s a highlight of the first interaction Sam and I had on the trip. I got out of the car, hair and makeup done in a flowy maxi dress because it was my birthday and I require all birthdays must include a blow out, a great outfit, and pink lipstick. Clearly I was feeling good about my done up self in that moment, because as I saw Sam, I looked directly at him, Louis Vuitton bag on arm, and said, “Who’s setting up my tent?”. Now that boy is checking me into hotels on my birthday 😉 Love him.
So there you have it. Silly tidbits about yours truly! I hope you see this as insight to me beyond the computer and phone screen. And I also hope you know I can never take myself too seriously. Life’s just too darn short for that, now isn’t it?
Have a happy, happy weekend sweet readers! Thank you so much for stopping by and getting to know me a bit more here today!