"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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