Oh, the power of social media. Call it fate, call it style inspiration, or a slight case of Instagram obsession, but I recently met a brand new blogger bestie. On a night spent tossing and turning, I gave up on the tossing and reached for my phone (generally a terrible idea). During my sleepless nights, I could be doing something educational such as reading, however I choose to endlessly scroll through Instagram, and chalk it up to trend research.
Two weeks ago, we arrived in Saint Pete for an early birthday celebration weekend with my sister and brother in law, and I was beyond excited. It had been a few months since I had been to Saint Petersberg and I absolutely love it there.
This past weekend, I celebrated my birthday here in NYC. I felt beyond loved by everyone in my life, and received so many special wishes. Each and every one meant so much. It’s not about material gifts in life that mean so much to me; it’s the people in my life that I cherish the most. They are truly my greatest gift.
This past weekend was an absolute dream in the very best way possible. For my upcoming birthday, my only wish was to celebrate with my sister. She lives in Florida and we rarely see each other, but she is my everything. We booked a flight and flew to Saint Pete a week early, which was exactly what I wanted.
National Lipstick Day has come and gone (who knew that existed?), and I regret the fact the I did not throw a lavish lipstick soirée for all of you beauties, here on Sleepless in Sequins. Rest assured, the day celebrating vibrant lip color has not been forgotten. So we will celebrate today.
This past spring marked my eleventh year in New York. My life and journey in fashion here has been one wild ride. There are always the days that I crave more, and others where I kick my feet up and reflect upon what I’ve accomplished here. Blogging allows me to attend special events and collaborate with brands that continuously inspire me.
Palm trees are popping up everywhere, and I mean everywhere in NYC! (Wouldn’t that be a dream come true?)! But I truly mean it. This concrete jungle of ours has embraced palm trees in a big way. Unfortunately, I don’t mean in a realistic, towering way, that would make it easy to lounge while sipping a pina colada in tropical paradise. This is NYC, so let’s be real. This city is a mecca for fashionistas, as well as the fashion industry, so of course the palm tree print is trending this summer.
Fun fact about me. I dress up for everything, and I mean EVERYTHING! I love playing dress up, changing my look, and accessorizing every chance I get. Grant sounds like a broken record everyday, asking the same questions. “Babe, do you really need ten pounds of jewelry today? Why are you wearing a dress? Can’t you just wear sneakers? You know we’re just going to the grocery store right?” Over, and over I listen to the same nagging comments. My response is always the same. “Yes. I get it. This is me, and you married me this way. I promise I will never ever change.” I need makeup for the grocery store, the laundry room, and the gym (although it drips down my face). My reason being, I feel ready to attack my day, when I know I’ve put myself together. I’ve been this way for as long as I can remember.
For years I feared “matchy matchy” outfits. In no way, shape, or form did I want to flash back to the 90′s remembering the purple, multicolored flannel shirt I wore to school when I was young. The outfit had perfectly matching purple jeans, an identical plaid mini backpack, matching accessories, purple socks, and even glasses to coordinate. At the time, I had braces, and I’m fairly sure I chose the rubber bands around my braces to color coordinate as well. Head to toe, I was a vision in purple plaid. It makes me cringe just thinking about it, and I’m positive that photo evidence exists somewhere. Don’t get me wrong, a few years later, I did have some winners once the movie, Clueless rolled around. Pleated plaid skirts, and knee highs for the win! I have much fonder memories of those outfits.
The Wimbledon 2015 Championships are just around the corner and I am beyond excited. Those of you close to me, know that fitness is a true love of mine and tennis is one of my favorite sports. When I was young, my sister and I played tennis in school, took lessons together, and battled it out on the court. My sister is petite and blonde, with an angelic look. Anyone that walked on a court with her might mistaken her strength and skill, judging by her size and appearance alone. She never fooled me though. Small, but mighty, my sister is also fast and fierce. She would beat my booty in every single match. I always thought I was decent at the game, until she took hold of a racquet. She would run me all over the court, and just when I thought I had her conquered, she’d smash a shot over the net, just to show me who’s boss. I loved playing with her. Our summer tennis matches have sadly become few and far between ever since I moved to New York, and she is in Florida. I don’t have a tennis buddy here and courts are tough to come by.