Office Outfitting: week one edition


I unsubscribed from job alerts this week. It was the most freeing click of a button I’ve maybe ever experienced.

Being the Robin that I am, a small (large) part of me was particularly excited by this turn of employment events because it meant dusting off my pumps and slacks from their 4 month hiatus from circulation. Hello again, trusty Business Caj!

(I realize I’m a freak. A freak who feels safer in her skin while donning a blazer than a T, and being in an environment which requires it. To each their wardrobe-ing own. Starched Collars, I just can’t quit you.)

I gram’d earlier this week about my first day, so this development is likely old news, but that’s never stopped me before.


Workaholic from birth, I’ve been on the BusCaj scene *roughly* seven years. Dressing for work isn’t quite as anxiety-inducing for me as I’ve come to realize it is for some friends and clients I serve at Loft.

I have a handful of trusty “formulas” or “when in doubts, reach for _____” –ifyouwill– when it comes to putting together work outfits. Through this series on workwear (a request that’s popped up a few times), I’ll probably unpackage them for you, although it’s more of a feeling than a science. Am I an expert? Not likely. Do I own more suit jackets than you? There’s a chance. A pretty solid chance.

Formula 1: When in doubt, reach for a shirtdress. Top with jewelry. Done.

The structure of a shirt. The comfort of a dress. Who loses? Not me, I’m wearing a shirtdress.

The first two days in the new digs I’ve worn black. Day 3, I decided I better prove to them I’m not in mourning for joining their company, as if anyone has even really noticed my ensemble, but let’s pretend today. I’ve been head-over-wedges for a rose gold/purple combo lately, so decided to bust that out for this.


(Who has a purple dress and needs her ends trimmed? Haircut on the calendar, worry not.)

Dress: Loft, spring collection, aka old.
Shoes: Franco Sarto, last fall, aka old.
Earrings/Necklace: Kendra Scott
Bracelet: Fossil Outlet, aka, old.
Bag: Louis Vuitton.

4-Ingredient Peanut Butter Cookies

PB Cookies-1Few linguistic pairings catch the eye of a sugar-holic on a shoestring budget quicker than  4-Ingredient + Cookie.

No sooner was I on my 249-thousandth mindless Facebook thumb-scroll of the weekend than Southern Living’s 4-Ingredient Peanut Butter Cookie video caught my cookie-craving eye, and my apron strings were tied.

“4? That’s it? We’ll see.” My ever-the-inner-skeptic questioned. “To waste or not to waste the cup of peanut butter on this experiment, though?” My more recent proclivity for penny-pinching battled.

My curiosity (sweet tooth) won out, and judging by the three cookies left in <12 hours, we kind of liked them in my house.

Well duh, I hear you thinking. Like who am I, Robin Karber, to question Southern Living?PB Cookies-3

Not-So-Pro-Tip: praise the Lord for the mother of invention, or in this case, peanuts. Wedded to a devote Team Crunchy disciple, crunchy peanut butter is all I had on hand, but otherwise would have probably opted Team Creamy. Because I’m extra boring like that sometimes.

However, IMHO, the extra peanuts may have kicked these babies up from “a pretty good experiment” to “on the regular baking rotation.” PB Cookies-2

Rolling dough balls approximately yay-big and fork criss-crossing like my southern mama taught me:

From approximately yay-amount of dough:  I baked approximately a baker’s dozen in the end? I forgot to count before my husband began to vacuum-inhale these heavenly morsels down. Not enough to host an all out bash, but just the right amount for a small family of two to stuff themselves shamelessly onto the brink of a sugar coma.

A successful experiment from the Karber Kitchen, in my cookbook.

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Bitter blessings as of late! Mostly one. And it’s a doozy.

I’ve been in the funkiest of limbos having serious work done on my heart -which is/should be every day-but between you and me, this one has been a real up-and-down-roller-coaster- of a season.

There’s a post in the wasteland of forgotten daily sprinkles drafts titled Resolutions, with a particularly hilarious opening quip:

 Haha, no change. Right. Writing like I know anything about what’s good for me.

The last time I’ve posted in these parts was ironically -or not so ironically- the day I found out my position at work had been eliminated. The position I accepted only in November. I wasn’t *fired* so much as they just didn’t see the position they had created, that I accepted three months prior, to be the most necessary to the company. So off with my teeny-tiny severance I was sent packing that afternoon.

I’ll be honest, as this was explained to me out of the clear-blue nowhere, the conversation was mostly white noise in my ears, so the specifics of why float around my brain a bit fuzzy. I’ve replayed the moment often, piecing it all together with the 20/20 clarity hindsight provides.

I hadn’t been with the company long enough to get necessarily *comfortable* or make unbreakable, unforgettable emotional ties. None of that was particularly difficult, and there had *obviously* been some communication issues that needed to be worked through (or not, ha ha. ha.)

Immediately, it was simply a major blow to an ego so big and fat and cloaked in denial that I wasn’t even aware it still existed. But oh, it exists. And it is grimy, and embarrassing, and after years in the making, maybe finally being chiseled away by the pruning of my savior.

When anyone posts #blessed, 9/10 there is a corresponding photo of a house, or a baby, or a car, or a really fancy looking steak. And there’s nothing wrong with that, except not all blessings are as shiny and gram-worthy.

I would love to be posting that I have been #blessed with a new, sexy and better job and to the depths of h-e-double-whatever with the lot of them who caused me this pain(!!), because that would be oh-so-much easier. But I can’t. And it’s taken a couple of months, but I’m in a place where I am sincerely emotionally pretty fine. This has been a blessing of the most bitter kind.

If anyone but my mother is still reading beyond this point, you’ve probably already audibly asked why the heck I’m penning this maybe embarrassing open-diary entry:

  1. I’m writing in the interest of transparency and honesty in light of the work I feel God doing in my heart. I’m been convicted and terrified to write about this, or have any number of people “find out” before I really “got it together.” In the interest of said transparency, you should know a few tears have splashed out in the process of the last few paragraphs. This kind of sucks.
  2. I’m writing in the interest of, I don’t know, comforting or warning new-graduate-job-hunters that job-hunting is no joke. And it takes time. And it kind of sucks. This isn’t the first season of job-hunting I’ve had, but definitely the most unexpected and sanctifying in the best and worst way.

To the end of my second point, I cannot count the number of conversations I’ve had with recent college graduates struggling to find their footing in the job market. Can. Not. Count. (And if that isn’t you, I’m sincerely happy! If it is you, you aren’t alone.)

Reiterating: it is no joke.

I don’t feel like anyone did –or maybe could have –prepared us for this battle. I was one of the lucky ones who found employment merely four months post-graduation. It was a terrifying four months brimming with anxiety and self-doubt… mirrored if not magnified in this season, two+ years later as I am here again.

The people who can’t get hired didn’t work hard enough. Their resumes are no good, or bare, or riddled with typos. Their portfolio is garbage. They’re being too choosy. Be the model student. Be the model employee. Network. Earn your degree. Get hired, and make *a really good amount of money when you do*.

Unfortunately, that’s the mindset I had post-graduation, and wasn’t the only one based on said conversations.

I absolutely worked my. tail. off. through college. It’s easy to say I made a lot of decisions I would take back if I could. If you knew me in that season, Current Robin could speak to College Robin, and you know College Robin wouldn’t have listened. Bit of a workaholic, consumed with being elite, a total perfectionist, and I made sure that reflected on my resume. I was sure to get a great job after graduation. The possibility of *not* never entered my mind until I was filling out applications for retail jobs because my savings was depleting, no “big girl job” in sight, while it was already midterm season for the graduating class behind me. Talk about humbling.

I don’t think I realized how great I thought I was until no one would hire me. I definitely didn’t realize how much my self-worth relied on my professional title until I didn’t have one.

With every part-time application came a flood of shame, and the reality of my sin reared its ugly head. I thought so highly of myself and had so much faith in a piece of paper that said I was worth one degree’s worth of something to the world.

I shouldn’t be vacuuming dressing rooms. I shouldn’t be folding clothes that didn’t come from my own laundry basket. I worked my butt off. This shouldn’t be me. This wasn’t my plan.

That was the disgusting truth I felt about my situation.

Truth: a college degree does not mean you’re too good for minimum wage.

And here I am again! I don’t know that I had ever made it facebook-official, but I picked up a part-time retail gig last July for fun money + discounts + the fact I actually enjoy the retail environment. I never pictured it being where the lump sum of my income would come from, but it is right now. And that’s okay. I’m realizing: who the heck cares how any person ever anywhere makes their money, including myself? What an absolutely silly waste of time and energy.

 (Life at Loft, aka the front for my REAL new secret business “adventures in ghost-busting.”)

I’ve had many a-back-and-forth day going from shame, to shame for feeling shame, back to shame, to depression, to really being okay. Really. I’m okay with the fact I’m a sales associate at Loft. I’m okay with the fact I enjoy getting up and going to work every day in this capacity. I’m okay with the fact that these 35 hour weeks with *incredible* coworkers and relationships has felt like the sweetest vacation (with the most rad discount) from the draining 60-70 hour weeks I’d been clocking for nearly half a year between two jobs. The value of the time it has given me for community, reflection, prayer, and time with my husband is immeasurable.

Some of you might be reading and not understanding why this has been so hard on my heart, apart from the stability of our financial situation and the grand mystique of the unknown (always a little unnerving.) Honestly, losing my job shouldn’t break a person the way it has broken me.

Truth: I have a difficult time not placing my identity in my reputation/achievements instead of rightfully in Christ. My worth so often has come from what others think of me. This is a struggle I have battled, real-talk, for like a decade. But as a daughter of Christ, I am so much more than my business card, or lack-thereof.

Truth: I am not the point. Christ is the point. He is the only point. Whatever my circumstance, that is the most solid truth of all.

Christ is better than any comfort of the world. Christ is better than any amount of acceptance of my peers. Christ is better than living up to expectation I’ve felt anxiety over for years. Christ is better than the pain of this season.

I’ve reached a place -not concretely, that definitely takes much reminding on the daily- where I don’t know where I’ll end up, and I’m okay. Sitting here, clacking this out on the laptop, I really don’t have a clue. What do I know is that God knows, and I’m going to go where I’m needed, because His picture is so much greater than my comfort. (These are truths as a Christian I know are supposed to come much more naturally to me, but I’m definitely working on growing them beyond just head-knowledge, and just knowing the truth, into heart-knowledge and actually feeling the comfort from that faith.)

PLUS! I have a husband who is the bomb-diggity, and supportive beyond words. And friends/family who have done nothing but pray for and love on me during this time. Praise be to God.

Very last transparent thought: No, I’m not okay everyday, that would be a lie. Which defeats the whole point of *this.* But I’m working on it and it’s mostly true. For me, part of that was writing this..confession? Whatever this was. And sharing it with you. In some crazy way, it helps.

Very very last transparent thought: if nothing that I wrote makes sense to you, or you have any questions, especially in regards what what “point” Christ is exactly, I’d love to have a conversation about it. I’ll even buy your coffee. (Cheap, black coffee, probably, right now because I am half-unemployed after all. Ha. haha. ha.)

Casual Friday 02

Somewhere around the time a tearful Kelly Clarkson belted and melted Americas’ hearts through a downpour of confetti rain for the first time was about the last time I rocked a true denim flare.

CasualFriday_02_Flares_Blanket-11CasualFriday_02_Flares_Blanket-3CasualFriday_02_Flares_Blanket-8I haven’t NOT been silently rooting for their comeback since they started popping back up on the regular the past few years! I’m just one of a million teen girls of the 00’s fondly addicted to the skinnies of her punk-rock years. (Versatile! Flattering! Boot friendly! Heel friendly! Sneaker friendly! So friendly!)


Not to mention (a happily awkward way of highlighting that I would like to especially mention), I’ve discovered finding the right fit in a flare vs. skinny –with a skinny budget– to be challenging. I’ve had a nice little order-try-return cycle happening with nearly every decent denim sale I’ve seen since about October.

While I’m not abandoning my skinnies anytime soon, finally finding a solid pair of flares has been fun for the sake of variety.


The number of days I can accurately label “moderately chilly” this winter appear to be dwindling, so I’ve also been attempting to take full advantage with some of my favorite winter-esque pieces as well. Featured: the most cozy blanket-scarf of a leopard-loving, neutral-junkie’s dreams.


Not that the office isn’t cold enough for me to look like I’m ready for a holly jolly toboggan ride nearly each and every one of the 365.

If you missed the first installment of Casual Friday and this hasn’t been painfully enough for you, you can check it out here!

If you’re looking for outfit deets, feel free to comment, shoot a message, send a carrier pigeon, or whatever you feel most comfortable reaching out to me with. I promise to fill you in. I’ve been debating leaving details on this sort of thing. Helpful or obnoxious? Let me know!

Jarod + Tiffany Engagement Shoot

If you’re one of those “can’t stand to see two people head-over-heels shooting tangible beams of love from their eye sockets” type of cynics, turn away. Turn away fast.

Austin and I have been slowly creeping back into the game of photoshoots with people who aren’t myself or tubes of lipstick. (Worry not, those shoots are still on the books aplenty as I’m entering a season where I *think* more Sprinkles will start flowing around here again. Albeit, probably still not Daily. Ha. )

From behind the camera, this photoshoot gave me the energy of three-hundred marathon runners because for one –I’ve never seen my sister at this level of pure elation maybe ever ever in the 23 years we’ve been personally acquainted and it simply warmed my heart like caffeine, and for two –having the privilege to photograph two people so naturally in love with one another in such a fun city reminded me why I really dig this job/amateur profession/hobby I’ve had hung up for a while. However chilly and breezy the great City of Austin, Texas was to us.

(I considered interjecting with an especially cheesy quip about how *their love warmed us all through the bitter wind* but that would be plain false –it was very cold, actually– and also that’d be gross. I’ll save an especially sappy flowing fountain of cheese for the wedding day, probably.)

Because these two.

Let me tell you. Better yet, show you via a sample of shots I’m particularly fond of. It helps that Jarod and Tiffany (Rapunzel for short) look completely amazing together. That always simplifies our job.

I can’t be more excited they found each other, and I’m selfishly excited Austin and I are getting a brother in law we are totally jazzed about. He already feels like one of the clan.

Even if he’s a TU guy -we knew perfect was a long shot, so we’ll take it.

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Giveaway Winners!

Due to major lack of foresight in the planning process (coupled with the nuttiness characteristic of this season in general), this is coming out a little late! I’m sorry to have left you in suspense! 

I guess a little less like the gift you get before Christmas, more like the Christmas that just keeps giving! (Okay, I’ll quit trying to spin this.) 


Jennifer! Meredith! Katelyn! Kambri! Jasanna! You are the lucky bunch who will own one of these pretties pretty soon of your very own. You’ll hear from me by end of day to coordinate all the good stuff. 

I appreciate everyone who reads, and even more the ones who entered and shared! Striking up fun chats with you girls about this stuff is like 90% of why I do this. 

XOXO (because I’m feeling particularly basic or sentimental or whatever.)

Palette Giveaway! (Merry Christmas from Whole Foods Market)

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The first time middle-school-Robin attempted liquid eye liner, my eyelids swelled to levels of puffy not even sitting through a double feature of The Notebook and Titanic  with a box of Kleenex while being visited by Mother Nature for the month could ever make them replicate. I developed a healthy skepticism that day for cheap makeup brands I don’t recognize.

I was recently cautiously thrilled upon being gifted these fun little eye shadow palettes from Mineral Fusion courtesy of Whole Foods Market to giveaway to five followers of Daily Sprinkles -and maybe just a tish skeptical as I usually am with brands that don’t cost a fortune that I’m also not familiar with.


My trips to Whole Foods are not few nor far between, yet they rarely land me in the beauty section. I’ve never been opposed, it honestly just never crosses my mind regularly while wandering the foodie’s grand toy store. My skepticism, now proven completely unfounded, was eased upon further research into the brand, Mineral Fusion, before I began playing with it. These guys are solid.

In the interest of being true to *never ever* recommend something I wouldn’t use, or getting you to spend what could be good wine allowance on an unworthy product, I played around with the palette I was gifted before sharing the goods. And next time I visit Whole Foods, my basket will probably be tucked full of more than a bottle of red and an organic frozen pizza, because this little trial opened up a whole wide world of affordable beauty products I’d never given a second thought, and realize now I probably should given the safe, natural nature of their ingredients (coupled with the fact I actually really liked this eyeshadow.)



The color payoff is surprisingly excellent (meaning you don’t have to swipe your brush twenty times for pigmentation), and the formula is highly blendable without blending out to nothing on the eyelid. The colors are nice, warm neutral tones I’m naturally used to working with, too.


Honestly, I was prepared to dump the brush straight in the trash before even unpackaging the product, but ended up surprisingly fond of it with the palette. (Which is a first. A literal first in dealing with drugstore/grocery store makeup.) I couldn’t count for you the number of bad names I’ve called the little plasticy, useless tuft of bristles or sponges that accompany most lower-end eyeshadow quads or blushes before tossing them. (Which is an exaggeration. I could count them, on one hand probably, and the words could still likely be used in most Disney films. Still mostly useless garbage that I never keep,  though.) But this dual-ended brush lived through the Robin Standards test to see another application.

Palette Verdict: worth it. With the brush and concise, but creative range of wearable shades, I see this being a great space-saving weekend travel palette I will definitely have on rotation that I am more than happy to recommend you friends if you’re in the market for such a thing. (Milani, on the other hand, I will never endorse you or your cheap makeup voodoo. Just because the swelling subsided, there are emotional wounds and a grudge 10 years deep not going anywhere anytime soon.)

The point that may have caught your attention: I have 5 to giveaway! FIVE. Five loyal (or maybe not so loyal! Or maybe new!) readers have the opportunity to make one of these little pretties your very own, which are completely exclusive to Whole Foods Market stores. (And this blog giveaway this week.)

HOW? TWO THINGS! Two easy things. You must do both, or I’m tossing your name in the garbage with the rest of my tiny, cheap drugstore spongy brushes.

  1. Comment below (or with the talking bubble near the title) ON the post, ON this blog! Tell me: what you would do with the palette if you won? Which shades would you be most excited about trying? Have you tried Mineral Fusion before, and if so what should I try next? Any of those things, or anything else! Be sure and include the important information in step #2 below, so keep reading.
  2. Share this giveaway on your social media platform of choice! At least one, or all 3 (Facebook, Instagram, Twitter) if you really want to up your odds of winning. For each platform it is shared on, you gain an entry, up to 4 entries including the one you will gain from commenting on the blog. In your blog comment below, please tell me which platforms you shared on so I can go take a looksee for myself.

Deets: I will alert the winners via social media, and post about it around the ol’ blog. Keep an eye out. Entries will be accepted 12/21/15 -12/23/15 11:59pm CST, and selected on 12/24/15. Kind of like that one gift you get to open before Christmas.

Good luck, best wishes, and may the odds be ever in your favor. *cue Hunger Games jingle* (I’m such a fraud, I only ever saw the first movie, but I think it’s still hip to say that. I could be wrong. Tell me in a comment.)

Autumn Indulgences: my 4 c’s

“I love fall.” –The thread uniting basic white girls across America the moment temperatures dip just low enough to bust out a blanket scarf and snap a story sipping pumpkin spiced anything logo’d with the green mermaid stamp of approval . Truth: I am not immune to this sentiment. There’s a reason it’s so wildly and mockably popular! Fall is terrific. To me, it’s the seasonal precursor to the most wonderful time of the year –a little taste of the best season to come, but everyone isn’t grumpy about being cold or sharing the road with shoppers and sludge, yet.

I also find it an easier season than to convince myself I deserve/need/earned/can’t-live-without a serious number of guilty pleasures.

“It’s a little chilly (maybe 70 degrees), I could really use some warming up…” -Starbucks run. Keep your pumpkin-spice, though, and I will drink all of the Chai Tea Lattes you have with a side of *one of everything* on the holiday menu, thanks.

The ole’ Karber coffee maker tends to start working double-time, too, with the changing of the leaves (in the interest of still keeping some of our money in the bank). IMG_9690

Ye true coffee geeks across America forgive me – I love me some local beans, too, but more often than not I’m brewing:

You guessed it. Starbucks Medium House Blend + Bailey’s (non-alcoholic) Vanilla Creamer

Smooth. Easy. Available at Kroger. Typically on sale at Kroger. Makes my house smell like I’m lounging in a super fleek Starbucks, minus congregations of high-schoolers and SAHMs, plus I don’t have to wear real pants (admittingly a point less to do with the coffee bean concept, and more with at-home brew.)

“It’s a little chilly (maybe 70 degrees), I could really use some warming up…” -Sweater weather. Longline/Boyfriend/Duster/Maxi/Squishy-Blanket-Disguised-as-Sweaters cardigans have been my favorite of favorite fall obsessions.



Although sweater-weather south of the Texas Panhandle (I’m realizing) is more of a state of mind than an actual thing, frigid office air conditioners have still bred plenty of necessity to humor this card-carrying cardigan hoarder. Plus (!), now that we’re nearly all the way to gosh-dang Thanksgiving, Mother Nature is *finally* beginning to see things my way around here, too.

A few that top my lust list (at a variety of price-points):


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“It’s a little chilly (maybe 70 degrees), I could really use a million tiny fires around my apartment to warm up!” -Okay, obviously not. Fall candles just smell the coziest, and as temperatures dip, who doesn’t just want to feel cozy?


I have -easily- two to ten candles lit on any given evening in our 900ish square feet of space (which is all about having scents that blend, as much as it is having a potential candle addiction). 2 for $24 Bath & Body sale? Yankee Candles from Home Goods? Anthro-anything? I don’t discriminate, although I naturally end up with an overflow of B&B candles 10:1.

“It’s a little chilly (maybe 70 degrees), better really start packing it on for hibernation!” –What I think my mind actually convinces my stomach needs to happen for the last three months of the year. (If only.)

From carrot cake in the break room, sharing meals with company passing through, Friendsgivings, practicing Pinterest recipes for the pending holidays, to snacking on friend’s practiced Pinterest recipes for the pending holidays, why is there more. food. everywhere. starting this time of year?

Rarely is it the healthy stuff, either. It’s the good stuff. Nobody’s whipping up extra fruit salads or lettuce wraps –it’s the heavy, sugary, gluten-laden, glorious breads, cakes, pies, cookies and candies. This is such a fun time of year to bake for the same reason I burn through ten trillion candles – I love the coziness of baked goods.

I tried a new-to-me, easy recipe, and I feel like you need it in your life: Cinnamon Swirl Banana Bread.


It’s fairly heavy bread, with a heavenly balance of banana and cinnamon. Just trust me and follow the link for the road map to banana bread bliss.

Do you have any obsessions particular to fall, or have you read this not understanding a single word of my crazy? Comment below or with the talking bubble near the title!

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To some of you, “Casual Friday” may conjure images of one particularly campy season-five scene at Dunder Mifflin (da****, Meredith!).

 (I’ll spare the rest of the scene in the unfortunate event you haven’t seen The Office –in which case, quit reading now and go do that instead.)

To others, today is simply “praise Jesus, it’s jeans-and-go day.” I’m on both teams.

I’ve had an office job since I was 18, and while I genuinely enjoy an excuse to wear nicer clothes Monday-Thursday, sometimes it’s a relief to have one element of my work outfit preemptively chosen at least one day out of the week: Friday denim, basically always. (Simply novel, I know.)

Chillier seasons make it particularly easy to feel casual + not frumpy on Fridays. I love a denim and blazer combination, especially after throwing boots into the mix. It instantly makes me feel polished, even if I woke up 30 snooze-buttons late and spent a literal two minutes pulling an outfit  together.

 Do you have a Casual Friday throw-and-go favorite? Comment below or with the talking bubble near the title!

High Five for Friday [02]

More accurately, “high-five for finding five minutes to catch my breath and start living life instead of life living me + thank you to everyone who prayed for that to happen you da real MVP’s I love you” –but that title didn’t test well with focus groups.

God has blessed Austin and I beyond our craziest daydreams. Reflecting a ton on this has left me in a state of pure awe the past several sleeps -even with brutal or bitter blessings that don’t generally warrant a filtered #blessed on the ole insta-feed (which sometimes take wading through before seeing the sanctifying, bigger-picture purposes). This season has been one handy reminder that God is smarter than me, and makes a much more qualified director of my life every. single. time. I don’t envy His job in wrangling this stubborn soul, but am so grateful for His love.

There is no irony lost that I’m sharing personal revelations of my Father’s love and guidance, followed by several totally superfluous sprinkles of things that bring me total superficial happiness. The juxtaposition may seem silly, but if you’ll recall, I’m all about recognizing the little things + big things He’s given us to make life sweet. That’s kind of this whole blog.

ONE. You guys. It’s Red Cup season, which means so much more than a sure stream of Peppermint White Mochas for the next two months. I won’t put up our tree purely on principle (YET!), but I’m secretly not not happy to see city sidewalks, busy sidewalks (already) dressed in holiday style.

*dancing lady emoji*  *Christmas tree emoji* *praise hands emoji*

TWO. Technically this happened last week, but I’m still high-fivin’ for it over here, and since I write the rules in these parts I’ll share anyway. I gave my long-to-me locks a healthy 6(ish)” chop because I couldn’t stand it anymore, got some interesting texture/blending/layering/why-do-these-pieces-lay-like-that previous haircut woes resolved, and just maybe found my new Dallas hairdresser. Just maybe. Plus, I guess I’m all trendy now with my Lob, which I’ll call Robin Hair Circa 2007-2010, except now I sort of have a handle on using styling products.(Where were you in high school, YouTube?)

THREE. We had the privilege of filling a rare gap in the Karber calendar with the precious company of these adorable lovebirds + an absolutely incredible meal one night this week. Bonus: I learned how to eat a wedge salad. Laughs and hearty conversations with friends are better for the soul than chicken soup, I do believe.

FOUR. Mani/Pedi. Ladies, is there anything better? I mean, is there really? Having completely taken this luxury for granted for a good long stretch in my “past life”, I enjoyed the heck out of it. (Except when they scrubbed away the rough evidence that I tend to run around barefoot while I restrained tortured laughter and tried to not kick my nail-tech in the dang face -a process that is surely not fun for anyone involved.)

In true Robin fashion, I chose the most boring color on the counter, which happened to perfectly match the interior of my boring, beloved vehicle. And I’m a total fan.

FIVE. *drumroll* I started a new job this week, (and here I’ll insert all of the praise hands emojis possible).

It’s a marketing and communications manager gig in Healthcare -a completely new/scary challenge I’m incredibly excited to tackle. Save my 7-month hiatus into the world of one hip advertising agency, I’ve done work in credit unions since I was 18. Confession: that’s probably because I don’t like not being the expert in the room, and breaking into a new industry, I’m finding peace and unexpected excitement in the fact that I won’t be (for awhile, at least.)

So, here’s to embracing the learning curve, breaking through the new kid ice again, and celebrating life’s most welcomed changes and challenges.

(PS: and to First Day of School-esque photos because document everything. PPS: and to Buff Pride in the office on the first day.)