You are on vaca, and you are headed to the pool. What’s your outfit of choice? A swimsuit, coverup, flip flops…the usual, right? One would think that would be an appropriate outfit, for a beach day. I happen to agree, so I slipped into my teeny, multicolored bikini and headed for the pool.
Give them one giant squeeze, stir yourself a cocktail, step into your fanciest party dress, and get ready for one wild ride. At least that’s the way I like to tackle challenges, so I challenge you to do the same.
It sounds like a simple task, and yet it’s an easy one to forget. There are places and spaces that help me to breathe much easier, and Maui is one of them. It’s quite the distance from NYC, but somehow, this place feels like home.
They were sprinkled across the sky like glitter. I’ve never seen so many stars in my life. There were a million, and I was in awe. The starry skies of Maui were somethinout of fairytale.
What’s your number? How many can you possibly try in a day? Swimsuits… I’m asking about. For me, the price tag and the name brand doesn’t make a difference. Of course, I’ll stick with a brand if I know that it fits me well.
“Hi…I’ll have a margarita, on the rocks with salt. Oh, and the guac sounds delish. Put that on my tab too!” Vacation food really does have me at hello, but how on earth do you keep a bikini bod, while splurging on vacay? I’m no expert, but today, I’m sharing my own summer vacation fitness routine, while traveling.
Take a deep breath, a step, and a jump. Wait…scratch that. Just take one giant leap of faith! Expect the unexpected. The chips will fall where they may, but trust that everything will turn out ok! How comfortable are you with these thoughts? These aren’t quite the words that I’ve ever believed before. In fact, I’ve always felt the opposite. You see, my whole life, I’ve been a “planner.” I need to know that I can control what happens in my future, and if I can’t entirely control it, I give it everything I’ve got, in order to try.
What sizzles in the summer, when the city heat is hard to beat? Cool, breezy, rooftop nights, am I right? If you’re a city dweller, like myself, backyard bbqs really don’t exist…since the majority of us don’t have backyards (with the exception of Central Park, which is obviously shared). If you’re not darting off to the Hamptons, or jet setting, on summer vaca, you’re probably lounging on a city rooftop during for your summer evening soiree.
Truth? I’ve been living in palm print pieces entirely too much over the summer. From rompers, to dresses, and even my loungewear is sending off tropical vibes. Maybe I’ll just exchange the palm print party for a one way ticket on vaca. What do ya think?
Hi. My name is Hallie. I’m 5’2″ on my good days. My feet dangle when I sit on chairs, subway seats, and toilet seats (I know…tmi). I choose food at the grocery store, based on the shelves I can reach…which isn’t many. When it comes to clothing, it’s a greater challenge.