Cue the Macy’s Thanksgiving day floats, and strike up the band. The holiday season is just around the corner, and if you plan on visiting New York City, you may be searching for some fab places and spaces to make your holiday season a bit more festive. While I love escaping the busy city, I’ll admit that I’ve had a blast during our rare holidays spent in NYC. The city comes alive in the fall, and the leaves in Central Park turn every color of the rainbow. The chill in the air is just right, and as much as I’d rather be on a beach, it really is beautiful here. As the holidays approach, the tree is lit in Rockefeller Center, and the city turns into one, glimmering disco ball, as twinkling holiday lights line the street. It really is a site to see. So, if you plan on sipping your pumpkin spiced lattes, here are my holiday sightseeing recommendations for you (make sure to wear your walking boots and your coziest coat). I’ve included traditional touristy spots, as well as some of my favorite non-touristy favorites for you to peruse.
If you could choose the coordinates of your dream location, what would they be? Think of your absolute favorite place on earth. My dream location just so happens to be Central Park, right across from Tavern on the Green.
Have you got a travel bug on your mind? So do I. Always! While I’m not yet an expert on the best beaches in Tahiti, or the the most scenic views of Iceland (although both are on my bucket list), I can share my expertise on my home, New York City. In the almost fourteen years that I’ve lived in this city, I’ve fallen in love with so many places which I’ll be sharing with you in my travel guide below.
Have you ever had a hobby or a love that you put aside for awhile? Maybe you didn’t have the time for it, maybe you let life get in the way, or maybe you just forgot how much you loved it. Well, the same is true for me. Up until this weekend, I forgot how much I absolutely love sketching and creating fashion illustrations. I haven’t sketched for several years. I used to spend days, weeks, and hours designing, and sketching my heart out, sitting at coffee shops all afternoon and loving every second of it. My mind would wander, as my hands would fly across my pages, creating sketch after sketch. In college, I was a teaching assistant for a fashion illustration class. I helped students learn to illustrate, and it made me so happy. Since moving to New York, and working in the fashion industry, I somehow stopped creating on my own. This weekend, however, I was so excited to get the opportunity, to try out several of Prismacolor’s art products. Staples is currently running a fabulous promotion for the supplies, which you can find here.
This past weekend, the sun finally came out to play in NYC, and we celebrated Mother’s Day. My mom lives out of state, and unfortunately we didn’t get to spend the holiday together. While I miss her everyday, this weekend got me thinking about the female figures in my life.
Eight years ago, I met a boy from Kentucky. Call it chance, call it coincidence, or call it serendipity, but he walked into my life and chose to stick around all of these years. I’m sure glad he did. The day we met, I could’ve sworn to you that we had absolutely nothing in common. We were as opposite as could be. We met online and he flew here to visit me from Kentucky. Little did I know, that I would spend years traveling back and forth, during our long distance relationship, and eventually he’d become my Instagram husband (and my real one too).
This month we celebrate three glorious years since the launch of our style site, Sleepless in Sequins. It is a love and passion project, combining our skills of fashion and photography. Looking back on the past three years, reminds me of where we started, as well as how far we’ve come. You can measure success in numbers, clicks, or dollars, however to us, it’s about the journey. It’s our endless road that we’ve paved, and we walk this one together.
One chilly evening, I peeked out the window to see tiny, white snowflakes, gently falling to the ground. That particular weekend felt chaotic to me, with no sense of slowing down anytime soon. It’s so easy to get wrapped up in projects. I’ll admit that there are days when I have a love/hate relationship with the city. There are moments when it’s loud and crazy, with honking horns and stories that you can’t quite make up. Then there are those sunny Sundays in the fall. The air is crisp, and the leaves burst with color. The city is quiet, and I remember why I fell in love with New York City.
Hello Valentines! The holiday of hearts is just 2 weeks away, and I’ve been busy styling a few looks to inspire your fancy night out with your beau, your bestie, or both! Typically I’d sport a little red cocktail dress for a night out, but I’ve got a new look for you. Meet the little red dress’s sassier, and older sister.
Dearest snow storm Jonas. You were soft, sweet and romantic when it all started. I gradually watched you fall, piece by piece, and flake by flake until you became larger than life. You blew in, with a force so mighty, you took over all of New York City. You were cold and ugly. You sent shivers down my spine, and you left it all on the streets. You forced me into my ugly puffer coat, and boring, flat rain boots, which you know I can’t stand. I spent a full day cooped up inside my home, leaving my sequins and party dresses behind, locked in the darkness of my closet. But I’ve got something to tell you, sir Jonas. We. Are. Over.