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.
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.
While roaming endlessly around a boutique, you spy a statement style that screams perfection. You and this fancy little number have a stare down, and it seems to have won. The colors are perfect, design is flawless, and the shiny gold trim reels you in. Yep, it happened to me, and this time I fell for it. It was a fabulous, winter white, moto jacket with gold studs and it had me at hello. No discipline. None whatsoever.