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.
This past weekend marked the “unofficial start to summer,” which is absolute favorite season. I may be the only one that lives for the steamy summer days and hot summer nights. I love the evenings when I can step outside, and take on the city, in a teeny, little summer dress. There’s nothing better than cool cocktails, on a gorgeous rooftop, seasonal soirées with friends, or city strolls at sunset for late night ice cream with Grant. Summer just makes me happy.
This weekend was quite the sunny one in NYC, and I loved every second of it. The sunshine has got me counting to down to summer, as well as Memorial Day weekend. How many more days? I should start the picnic prep now, right? I thought so. I’m a summer girl, and I live for my summer wardrobe. Bring on the brights, the prints, and the insanely uncomfortable, yet adorable summer sandals! I’m ready and armed with extra band aids!
Do you ever spend a whole day breaking rules? I mean your own rules. I tend to be a creature of habit, ordering the same lunch, same coffee; I run around the city with the same daily schedule, and my life can feel a bit like the movie, Groundhog Day. #Snooze. I do appreciate the daily grind, but it can also feel a bit stale from time to time.
April showers finally brought May flowers, as promised. While I wish I had a lovely garden in my backyard, or even just a backyard for that matter, I don’t. Living in NYC means highrises and apartment living, so I borrow Central Park, and call it my own backyard from time to time. It does feel that way, for as much time as we spend there. This past weekend was no different.