[…] final category is sweaters and out of season pieces; these either won’t pack well or are pieces I may wear (cozy sweaters for an evening at the beach, etc.). The short bar… though she be little she is fierce! This is where I store all my belts (yeah I have a lot), my small […]
Many moons ago, I was a regular on Makeup Alley. There, members would often talk about their HG, or Holy Grail products. That mascara that dreams were made of, the moisturizer that truly did transform, the hair product that finally made tresses manageable. Many moons ago, I spent a ton of money at Sephora, CVS,…
“You gonna come for me?” my date said more than asked, too matter-of-factly as he unceremoniously slid his hand inside my jeans. “No,” I blurted out, not giving my mind time to volley between honesty and charades. “I’m not.” As the words came out, a jolt of power rushed through my body. Or maybe it…
“It’s been done before.” If you’ve watched any of the ubiquitous fashion design shows, you’ve heard coaches, mentors, and judges critique rising courtiers, telling them that their designs aren’t new. “What goes around, comes around.” Not just life advice, those of us who’ve been around tend to roll our eyes at the cyclical versions of…
[…] I are taking a couples weekend (details in an upcoming blog post), and my mom, sister, Emerson, and I will take our annual Girls Weekend to Rehoboth Beach, Delaware in September. There’s a few concerts already on the books and I likely will add a few more as the weeks go by and the […]
[…] dog food until his stomach split. We were a good family, Ruckus, my husband and I. We took car rides together, and discussed taking Ruckus to the beach so he could see the ocean. Ruckus was our buddy – our friends loved him, he was so giving, so loving, so selfless. He had a […]
[…] years of bank rejection he’d realize a simple mall job would give him legitimacy without ruining his stripping gig. Mike wouldn’t make furniture from crap on the beach, but with wood and his hands. Let’s see Channing Tatum shirtless, covered with sweat in a workshop planing wood. Sun coming in the window, sawdust catching […]
I never consider my age in my wardrobe. I sit squarely in the “if you love it, work it” camp. For heaven’s sake, I own and wear a peach crop top with a crocheted elephant. Heck, I never consider my age in anything. I have to pause when I’m in conversation and make a Seinfeld…
In 1997, I left my job as assistant manager of a local boutique to work for the apparel company Express. This was back when Express stores had a French theme and carried sweatshirts with big floral EXP letters sewn on the front, reminiscent of sorority billboard letters. I worked at a large store connected to…
