The last few days of summer and the first few days of Fall…I can already feel the change in the air. It’s that crisp feeling, that reminds me of renewal. Rosh Hashanah, (the Jewish New Year) is upon us, and it is a reminder of new beginnings. A time to reflect upon the past year, to appreciate what it was, and a chance to improve upon the coming year; looking forward towards life with fresh eyes and an open heart.
Say hello to Rosa. She’s the one that stole my heart. From the moment I opened that crisp dust bag, and saw that perfect, little white bag, I knew it was love at first sight.
Sunshine. Something I live for. It lives in the warm rays beaming down on my face. It lives in the hearts of the ones I love. And it lives on, through the spirit of a 5 year old little girl, named Scarlett, who recently received her angel wings.
August 15th, and it’s another trip around the sun. Today, I celebrate life. More specifically, I celebrate MY life. The good days, the glorious days, the worst days, the unexpected days, and every other one in between. To be entirely honest, in my mind, this birthday was supposed to be different. I thought I’d celebrating in a different way, munching on a few extra slices slices of cake, sipping water, rather than champagne, and looking forward to a little life on the horizon, instead of focusing on my own.
Pop! Fizz! Click! Surprise…I can’t drink! As I raise my Shirley Temple, (in lieu of champagne), we cheers to five incredible years of Sleepless in Sequins. We felt that this fancy little celebration of ours needed one, spectacular twist, so we’ve kept this a little secret from you for quite sometime. In celebration of five fabulous years, we bring you…Baby in Sequins!
Give me a ballerina skirt, a pair of pom pom, pointy toe pumps, and just let me twirl. As a little girl, I fell in love with ballet, took lessons, and continued through college. My sister bought my pointe shoes as a gift, and unfortunately, I never quite reached that goal, although I still dream about it. So, any designer, that can get me to step into a tulle, ballerina skirt, has stolen my heart, and made my childhood dreams come true.
One month post New Year’s, and the chill in the air has me running for my pjs, bunny slippers, and hot chocs. I love the marshmallows too…can’t help it. Of course we opt for the comfy and cozy, but what pushes you to hit the streets, conquering those fitness goals of 2018? For some, it can still be a challenge. The temps are figid and your bed seems oh-so-cozy, doesn’t it?
Spring forward…hmm, many more weeks more weeks is that? None. Zero. I decided today was the day. It was a sunny, gorgeous Sunday in NYC, and to me, that felt like spring. So, I made up my mind that it was.
The holiday season is a time for reflection. We reflect upon the year that passed, remembering the good, as well as the bad, and most likely wondering what the coming year will bring. It’s a mix, of memories isn’t it? Mine is too. With everything life throws at you, it builds character, challenges you, and more often than not, changes you.
New York City. It’s bright lights and fancy flair will leave you starry eyed, yet spinning at the same time. “If you can make it here, then you can make it anywhere.” Isn’t that the way the song goes? There’s definitely truth to that. The holiday season in NYC is no different. I’ll admit that I get swept up in it. I love the parties, and the hustle and bustle of this city makes my heart skip a beat. I find it hard to stand still, and so I don’t. I’m constantly on the move, and I love living life that way.