Red swimsuit. Sunshine beaming on my face. Toes in the sand. The waves crashing around me. Visions of a lifeguard stand off in the distance. “Runnnnn!” Grant yells, as I hear the sound of the camera’s shutter fluttering in the distance. I sprint towards him in my teeny, red bikini across the sands of Miami Beach. My hair whipping behind me in slow motion. In my head, it felt like a scene from Baywatch.
This is my middle name. I control everything in my life, and I’m an insane perfectionist. I like to be in charge of my own life, right down to the nitty gritty details. My expectations are incredibly high. It works as an advantage as well as a disadvantage for me. I trust myself, and only myself.
October 30th. It was my due date. A day that was supposed to bring me joy. In my mind, I would be holding a baby boy in my arms. October 30th. Now a day that I’ve been dreading, ever since my story changed. The pages turned faster than I could stop them, and the story abruptly ended. I won’t have the happily ever after that I spent my days dreaming of…yet.
I’m a walking glitter-bomb. From the age of of five, I spent my days crawling around on floors of department stores, searching for sequins and beads, as my mom shopped for fancy dresses. When I found them, I saved them and considered them my treasures.
You’ve failed and you’ve got to start over. You think it’s the end of the world, right? There’s that sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. You think you’re the only one out there. You feel like everyone knows, and you won’t be respected. But you know what you’re actually wrong about? That very thought.
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.
Halloween. You like it or you don’t. Generally I’m not a fan, however for a good cause, and the right friends, I’ll slip into a costume for a night of spook-tacular chaos. Just watching people in their crazy costumes is worth the laugh.
Hey there, Sass-a-frass! As the weather is cooling off, don’t you feel that your style should sizzle? Let’s chat about that, shall we? There are so many different ways to spice up your look for fall.
It arrived in the mail and it was perfection. I slipped it on, and I felt like a million bucks. From the moment my doorman handed me the package, I just couldn’t take it it off. It was love at first sight. If I could sleep in this pretty little number, I would. It’s the first dress to have stolen my heart since “Norma,” my wedding gown.
The crowded city streets, of New York Fashion Week are quite the site to say the least. Dull? Never. Your head will spin with an array of colors, patterns, and textures worn by each and every fashionista that stomps your way, so you better slide your sunnies on and work. One look is more extravagant than the next, and after awhile, it all seems like a circus on display. I love to play along, don’t get me wrong, and there’s nothing more inspiring that the runways come to life.