Three drinks into girl’s night and I was addicted to bold leather fringe. I spent Saturday night on the Loop with three total babes, one of which was wearing a fringe masterpiece: a fringe-y leather jacket with an equally dramatic fringe skirt. Needless to say, my denim-on-denim was feeling rather…dull. During drink one, I admired the fringe look. By the middle of … Keep reading…

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I was a sweaty, banged-up, disheveled mess when the ticket-taker gave me an ‘Oh, honey‘ look. “You’re at O’Hare,” she said. “Yes…” “This ticket is for Midway.” I starred blankly. “What is Midway?” That look returned. “It’s the other airport in Chicago.” Plain and simple, I am not a graceful traveler. I have cried. I have ran. I have screamed, begged, and … Keep reading…

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