Oh, the winter blues. They’re a snooze, aren’t they? It’s bitter cold out, and you find yourself zipping up puffer coat after puffer coat, bundled like the Michelan Man, just to stay warm. I know. I’m with ya.
On a cold, wintry long weekend, we quickly packed our bags for an unexpected adventure. While we had been dreaming of a sunny beach vaca for the weekend, which we had waited to long to book, we decided to simplify our plans. We received an incredibly generous gift for a stay at the luxurious, 5 star Greenwich Hotel, located in Tribeca. This past weekend, seemed like a perfect opportunity to spend a romantic weekend together, on a staycation, in our home sweet home, New York City.
On a dark, rainy, New Year’s Eve night, I watched raindrops trickle down my window. As I peered out outside, I saw reflections of the city lights, as the rain wiped away the dust of 2018. “Does this seem symbolic of the year?” Grant said. He had it 100% right. It most certainly did. The dust of that stormy year finally settles, and we move on.
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.
I knew it! I knew the gender of our mini munchkin immediately. I had no doubt in my mind…just as I knew I was pregnant before I took a test. Sometimes, your gut just knows the truth, and mine obviously did.
There’s a first time for everything, right? That being said, I spent Sunday afternoon at my very first golf tournament. We were lucky enough to be invited to the President’s Cup Golf Tournament, which took place on Liberty State Golf Course in New Jersey. I was pumped. I’ll admit, I do pass up the golf channel on tv, and I’ve never actually played the game, aside from mini golf and a few shots at the driving range, but I do have high hopes of learning some day! I think it’s an amazing lifetime sport.
Millions of text messages, photos, and life events shared, yet we had only met in person once, for a blog collaboration during NYFW. She’s a mover and shaker, working as a fashion editor and stylist, dressing her clients across the globe. From Australia, London, and finally back to the US, my blogger bestie, Haili Pue of All Ze Details, is a tough one to catch. She’s a jet setter; always on the move.
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.
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.