Hoffkin aka Birthday Girl

Hoffkin aka Birthday Girl 

Today is the day that my best friend and soul sister Gracie Pooh Hoffkin was born, so in honor of that I thought I would take a little bit of time to tell y’all why I find today to be such an important day. You see Gracie is not just one of my best friends, she is like the 7th member of my family, my fourth sister, my roommate, my other half and basically the Paris Hilton to my Nicole Richie. I have known her almost my entire life and to this day she is still the person that can make me laugh the hardest, finish not only my sentences but my thoughts, can sit and do completely nothing with me and still be happy, share in my obnoxious obsession with taking photos, spend hours online shopping with me, fangirl over hot celebrities, and completes my very opinionated and dazzling personality in the best way. 

 Although we have known each other since we were three, we didn’t become best friends until around 5th grade, we had both invited to our good friend Taylor’s birthday party, and while everyone else was playing soccer or football. Grace and I decided that we would much rather sit around and play with these cute little toy dogs we had. We were soul sisters from that day forward. Grace and I spent every waking moment we could together; playing sims, gossiping or just being plain out weirdos and if we weren’t together we were skyping each other. We spent so much time stuck to each others hip that when my family went car shopping we would have to keep in mind that we needed an extra seat for Hoffkin.  If y’all don’t know “Hoffkin” is what my family calls Gracie. The nickname was made from the combination of our last names put together. It originated from one of our many Sims families on our computers and it just kind of stuck. She still to this day is like the unofficial seventh member of my family. She has always been and always will be so much more than just my best friend;  I know that she will always be in my heart and in my life whether we talk every hour of everyday or once every couple years, because our friendship is one of a kind. 

So Hoffkin, Happy 20th Birthday!! Thank you for always being the person I could turn to when I needed a good laugh or when I just needed to vent to someone. I know that for a time being we rarely saw each other and that we didn’t talk ask much as we did when we were younger but just know you were always in my mind and in my heart. You moving to Newport was one of the hardest things that I have had to face in my life but I now know that no matter where life takes us, you will always be one of those people that I can pick up where we left off from. I hope one day that our kids are best friends and they get to experience the type of friendship we have. I love you so much more than you will ever know Grace! I hope your day is filled with lots of pictures, champagne, shopping, and love.. You deserve nothing but the best my friend xoxo 

In honor of your b-day here are some photos of us: 

               

                       

 

    

 

 

 

"The way I see it, you should live everyday like it's your birthday."- Paris Hilton 

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I'm Closer Than I was Yesterday

I'm Closer Than I was Yesterday 

It’s crazy to think how much your life can change in what seems to be a blink of an eye… some changes are sudden and unexpected and others are just life moving forward… but as I sit here tonight and look back on these past couple months it kind of seems like I’m living a new life… it has been a very formative experience for me to be living at home again this past semester. At first, it was weird and I know that to some my break from school might have been a little odd but this semester at home has been something of a blessing in my life. It has brought forth a handful of changes to my life that I never would have expected a year ago and has taught me a lot about myself. I believe that everything happens for a reason… I may not see the reason at first, but I always end up right where I need to be when I need to be there. I may joke and say that I’m the college dropout and that I’m two steps behind all my friends, but I’ve come to realize this is exactly where I need to be and exactly where I want to be… well, I would really like to be traveling the world as a swimsuit model but you get the point…I’m happy with the way my life is turning out and who I am becoming. Of course, there are movements where I sit and wonder what the F I am doing or moments where I look back in shock of how much has changed but overall I have learned so much these past couple months, and I wouldn’t trade it for the world because I learned some valuable life lessons. 

I learned… 

1. How to love and to be loved in return- Thank you Pencer… You teach me every day what loving someone with your whole heart looks like and I am forever grateful for the light you have brought to my life. I love you most 
2. It’s okay to change your mind- I thought that Texas was going to be my forever home but sometimes your roots are too strong and you just gotta go back to them. I’m always going to be a Cali Girl. 
3. How much I cherish and love spending time with my family- I have always known that I am a girl who loves her family with her whole heart, but I don’t think I realized how much I enjoyed hanging out with them till they were the only people in the desert I could hang out with. I love y’all to the moon and back 
4. That it’s nice to have my trustworthy hairdresser in close proximity to me- Before I left for college I think I took for granted the fact that my hair dresser was always close enough to where I could get my hair done whenever I needed it and that she knew exactly what I wanted to be done to it without me having to say anything… Let’s just say I will never take that for granted again. 
5. And most importantly, it’s okay to take life at your own pace- At first, I was very self-conscious that I was two steps behind all my friends and that instead of moving forward like everyone else I was taking two steps back, but I have now come to realize though that life is not about who finishes first but about making sure you live your life to the fullest and getting the most out of it. So I’m thankful for all the changes my life has presented me and that my life continues to challenge me in ways that help me grow. 

"Better an oops than a what if."

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Shelli the Jetta

Shelli the Jetta 

I never thought that the day would come where I would be driving around in a car that is mine but that’s not my jeep. Well, today is the day, and as I sit here in my new white Jetta, I really don’t know how to feel about it. I am a mix of emotions, I am overjoyed and grateful, but I am also a little anxious about getting used to a new car and the thought of living in a new place without the jeep is nerve wrecking. It’s an even weirder feeling driving around in the Jetta knowing that it’s mine, not just a rental car or one of my friends. In a way I feel like I’m betraying my baby girl, I never wanted to give up my Jeep, and I really do have every intention of keeping her forever, but for the time being Kali girl is going to be in the loving hands of my parents. I don’t want to come off as being ungrateful of a new and beautiful car, but I’m going to miss driving around in the Jeep with all the windows down and the music barely. Of course, I will learn to love my Jetta, Shelli just as much as I love my Jeep but it may take some time to get used to. The reason though for this abrupt change in cars is a reasonable one and one that was very necessary. As Y’all may know I will be attending FIDM starting July 6th, and as much as I adore my Kali girl, she is slow, quirky, and just hard to drive in the LA traffic. So when my parents decided that I would be buying a new car with the money I was making from working, I cried at first and then slowly realized that it was just something that I had to do if I was going to be living in LA. I hope to eventually become used to the way driving in LA works, and that in time I will be able to trade back the Jetta for my Jeep, but for now I am happy to say that I’m temporarily a Jetta girl and  always a Jeep girl. Welcome to the fam Shelli! I can’t wait to see what adventures we go on and where the road takes us. 

"Only young, hot girls drive Jettas!" -The Other Woman 

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"The Happiest Place on Earth"

"The Happiest Place on Earth"  

Festival season in the Coachella Valley is coming to a close, after this weekend my town goes back to the boring, hot desert that it always is and I get my home back from the crazy festival goers, but before that happens we have one more festival left… My favorite festival of the season and as I prepare for my favorite weekend of the year at Stagecoach, I reflect on the festival before it…Coachella… I wish I could tell you that I loved Coachella and that when I attend I go for the music, the people and just the overall experience of it all, but if I told you this, well I would be lying through my teeth, and that’s just not in my nature. You may judge me for the real reason I attend Coachella every year but oh well… I go to Coachella every year because that’s what festival my friends go to,  I get to dress up for the occasion, style my sister and friends, eat a copious amount of fantastic food, people watch, lay in the grass in the way back of the performances, take cool pictures, and most of all I get to see all THE FASHION.

If I'm honest the fashion at Coachella is the top reason why I choose to attend this festival in the first place; I love getting to see what new and funky styles are being worn and how people decide to style themselves. I start shopping for my outfits months in advance and the number of times I change my mind about them is ridiculous… the happiness I get out of picking out the outfits and doing my hair and makeup for the festival is immense, and I am probably happier doing those activities than I am at the actual festival. In my opinion, Coachella is just as much about the fashion as it is about the music, people dress up in hopes of being seen and in hopes of starting a new fashion craze. It is a place for fashion to be seen and appreciated by all types of people. You see so many different kinds of people when you're there, anywhere from a celebrity in super stylish high-end clothes to a girl in a bathing suit and a fanny pack. It’s crazy how in one place you can see so many different variations of what people think is fashion and I love it. The way people express themselves through clothes is so evident at the festival, and while I don’t like that many things about attending Coachella, I adore the fashion that it brings with it. 

I know what you guys are thinking… that is not the purpose of a festival at all and don’t worry I already know that. I know that my reasoning behind going and what I do at the Festival when I’m there aren’t really what it is intended for but well that’s the way I do things and it works for me. This year my outfits and my friends were the highlight of the whole weekend and made every penny I spent on a ticket worth it because, in all my years of attending, I have never seen so many people on the polo grounds.  I am not a claustrophobic person who hates crowds, but it felt like you were in the Sahara Tent when you were just walking around the festival. The art this year was also a little bit funky… the valley of dildos and big “unicorns” which I was later told were Piñatas just didn’t do it for me… and while this interesting year at Coachella ended in a hellish sickness that lasted a week, I wouldn’t trade it for the world because well not to brag or anything but my outfits were stellar. And to prove it to you I’ve included some photos of the three days:

   Day One:                                 Day two: 

        

Day Three: 

"Every girl that goes to Coachella looks like Pocahontas went to burning man."-#p'trique c'est chic 

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157 days later...

157 Days Later...

It all started with a slightly aggressive insta dm of a puppy…

 a short five months ago I didn’t even know Spencer… I mean I knew of him before he sent that DM but we had never talked… so i guess thats where it all started a 157 days ago… from that day forward we have facetimed, texted, called, snap chatted, and DM’d every single day… in that time period I have come to know him like the back of my hand, as creepy as it may be we can finish each others sentences… There is just something about Spencer that makes me happy… He has this incredible ability to make me burst out laughing in the middle of a silent room… seriously the amount of looks I received these past couple months is ridiculous… it’s a good kind of ridiculous though I promise… I wanna thank him for always taking my bullshit, I know I can be a big pain in the Butt and that most of the time I really only make myself laugh, but it makes me smile knowing that I get to pick on him whenever I want… don’t ask me why that brings me joy it just does…I honestly think it just has to do with the fact that I love bring up things that make him cringe… I also love that I can tell him literally anything that pops into my head and even if he sits there and stares at me like I’ve just grown another head, I don’t get self conscious and wanna shut up… which happens more times then not with most people… another positive of that is that he’s never made me anxious… well he has but only because of the phone calls I receive late at night saying, “Baby Girl, I sent you my location incase I get taken walking home from the bars in a dark alley. Oh and make sure you write down that you get all my money, pussy car, and rolex if I die.” and while I love those conversations, they do make me laugh a lot, another part of me is genuinely concerned that he might actually get taken and well lowkey I would cry if that happened. Phone calls and facetimes from him though might be the highlight of my day, I love hearing about his adventures with shoelaces, how he lost his wallet in his sock draw, how many showers he has taken that day, and how loose he got at the bar that night… I make fun of him all the time for those things but I do it from my heart, if I’m comfortable enough to make fun of him and say literally everything that is going through my head then he has successfully almost but not really figured me out… because let’s face it no one really has ever figured me out… although sometimes I swear he can read my mind…I didn’t think we could get any closer then we were a month ago but as I have spent more time with him… I have come to realize he has been such a positive person in my life and that I honestly don’t know what I would do without him…I could probably go on for days about things that have happened with us these last couple months but I think I will limit myself to what I have already said… So now I just wanna thank my Pencer, alphabets, goofball, and babes for making these last 5 months so entertaining… if I had to endure being home while everyone is at school without your calls I think I would have died of boredom… you are amazing Pencer and don’t let anyone (even me) tell you differently… so keeping wowing the world with your leggings, vans, mustache, middle part, and Japanese twill. I can’t want to see where life takes us and the fact that your going to be only 45 minutes away from me next year makes me so incredibly happy

As you would say…. 

Stay Loose, 

Kayts, Der ta Der, Koala, Baby Girl, Bananners  

PS: I’m glad you never lost my number 

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Hi I'm Kayts and I'm a Shopaholic

Hi I'm Kayts and I'm a Shopaholic 

With festival season fast approaching in the Coachella Valley, I have been in a frantic frenzy to find six perfect outfits for the best two weekends my hometown has to offer. Going through website after website, store after store to find those perfect outfits has been quite the journey, and on this journey, I have come to realize something about myself that I typically tend to ignore… I’m undeniably a shopaholic. I have this unhealthy love for new clothes and the great satisfaction of opening box after box of freshly packaged clothes that I ordered a couple of days before. I don’t understand why I love shopping so much; it probably has a lot to do with my mom and Nana, who taught me from a very young age what good style is, and how to shop for clothes. Mother, daughter and granddaughter bonding has always been a trip to the mall for us, whether that means driving to Newport for the night or trying to make due with what we have in the desert, for as long as I can remember that was just something that we all bonded over. I know what y’all might be thinking, this girl is a spoiled brat… and while yes I am spoiled beyond belief, I try not to be a brat about it. Honestly, I do… although sometimes I think my sassiness gets the best of me. I just can’t help that if I set my mind to something there is just really no way for you to change it… so if I ever get sassy with you over something I wanna buy… I am so sorry… that really isn’t me… it’s my shopping obsessed alter ego, Kayts. I have absolutely no control over what she does in the name of clothes…

With this incurable shopping problem also comes my inability to ever get rid of my precious clothes… my mom calls me a hoarder as a joke, but in a way what she is saying is true… I hoard my clothes, not for the fact that I get satisfaction out of the clutter but because you never know when your going to need that old vintage shirt you hide in you closet three years ago when your mom told you to throw it away… I always deny this.. that is until I go into my closet and it’s bursting at the seams and begging to be cleaned out… after that happens I typically clean it out and repeatedly tell myself that I am never going to buy another thing… this promise to never buy another clothing item typically lasts a couple weeks, when I see something I just can’t live without… it’s a vicious never ending cycle for me… like some people are obsessed with their work, traveling, others with cars, animals or even food, but for me well I’m obsessed with clothes… you can find my computer littered with screenshots of various clothing items on a regular basis with safari open with a hundred different links to different clothing brands... this obsession for clothes doesn’t stop with the love of buying clothes for just myself…I could be shopping for my family and friends, and I still would be the happiest girl in the world… I love getting to style other people and bring bits and pieces of my personality to other people’s lives. 
The person though that I love most to share my incurable shopping problem with is my younger sister, Korts… She is my favorite model and guinea pig for different styles I want to test out… she often will throw tantrums until I let her borrow my clothes… the very same clothes the week before she said she didn’t like… as you can see my incurable shopping problem not only affects me but also the people around me… I think I will always have this unhealthy love for clothes because it’s just a part of who I am and something that I will hopefully get to use in my career one day. So Hi everyone, I’m Kayts, and I’m a proud shopaholic. 

“I love new clothes. If everyone could just wear new clothes every day, I reckon depression wouldn’t exist anymore” - Sarah Kinsella, Confessions of a Shopaholic 

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Puppy Love

Puppy Love

Last week while I was scrolling through Instagram one night, I came across this account on my popular page that this couple had made of their dying dog’s last adventure. I proceeded to go through the page and read some of the posts that were up about the dog… well, let’s just say that that was the worst decision I could have ever made that night because, in true Kayts fashion, I burst into tears at this dogs story. And when I say burst into tears, I don’t mean a single tear rolled down my face, and I was able to compose myself real fast. No I mean I legit started bawling big ugly tears while blubbering like a baby over this sweet dog who had died after his owners took him on his last big road trip. I couldn’t tell you why I burst into tears; it might have been the fact that ever since I was little, I haven’t been able to handle when dogs die well or maybe it was because I never got to say goodbye my Sedona Arizona before he died last year. All I know is that it made me think about how I am forever grateful to have my three crazy puppies Bo Niall, Summer Lynn, and Koda Bear in my life. Each one of them has stolen a different part of my heart, and I don’t know what I would do if I didn’t have them to cuddle with when I was sad, drive in the car with me, or tan outside in the backyard with. So here’s a little shout-out  to the loves of my life: 

Bo Niall, 
 You are defs the alpha of the house and the cutest little shit I know. I would appreciate it if you didn’t pee on everything in sight when mom leaves.  With that being said I would also like to thank you for barking at me every time I come into the room. I love to hear about all your adventures that day and what has happened while I was gone. The fact that you think your part cat also always brings a smile to my face, sitting in my hair on top of the couch is not a typical dog move… just an FYI Bo. You have brought so much entertainment to the family, and we all appreciate that even though you are sometimes a little bit too possessive of Mom and feel the need to assert your dominance over Koda. Cuddles are always appreciated from you, and I love you so much Bo Niall even if I act like I don’t. So keep doing you, you fluffy little devil. 

Summer Lynn,
I’m just gonna take this time to give you a quick apology for bringing home two other puppies and ruining your life as princess of the house, although I secretly think you love having the boys around. Sum Sum you are the family rebel and certified ragamuffin. There was a time where we wouldn’t see you without your hair brushed and a bow in, but now there is hardly a time we can get you to stay out of the bushes and the mud. I think we have your brother Koda to thank for that, but don’t worry love, you are still the cutest princess we know. So thank you for being our princess for the last nine years and putting up with all the nonsense that Korts and I could throw at you. We all love you to the moon and back Sum Sum. 


Last but not least Koda Bear, 
What is there to be said about my cute little man other than the fact that I love you with all my heart! You have brought so many smiles to my face this past year and have just stolen my heart. I know Faja says that you are “his dog” but I hundred percent believe you are mine. So thank you for cuddles in your chair every night, long walks around the neighborhood, swims in the pool, being my tanning buddy, and for just being the cutest puppy I ever did see. I promise I will make you all the homemade whip cream in the world if you tell Faja that you are mine. Love you so much more than you will ever know Koda Bear. 

"Dogs are a girls best friend."

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