Ugh. Exercise. I knooooow. Ugggghhhhhh. I often joke (okay, it’s not really a joke) about how much I hate working out. It just isn’t my thing. Occasionally I get on a yoga kick and really enjoy it, but for the most part, I drag my feet when it comes to exercising. I’m snarling just thinking about it. But… Given the right attire, … Keep reading…
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Furry shoes. Extreme ombre hair. Vine. Thong sandal boots. YOLO. ← That’s a list of ex-trendy things that came and went incredibly fast. Thank god. Pictures of people pretending to eat pizza. Easy-to-snag fabrics. The return of scrunchies and jelly sandals. The 2014 Jeep Cherokee. The 20-something-female guilt to enjoy kale. ← That’s a list of shit I wish would disappear immediately. Sweatshirts … Keep reading…
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I’ve never understood why Midwestern people get married in June. Or hold galas in July. Or rooftop celebrations in August. It is hot. It is hot and it is humid. It is so hot and humid that I can barely write a sentence because this week’s weather left my brain a little melted. But with sunshine comes packed social calendars, and often the warm-weather … Keep reading…
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I keep being asked how I describe my style. Am I edgy? Am I trendy? Am I glamorous? Do I utilize some classic prep tailoring, then pair it with a bit of boho-chic flair? While it’s a totally valid question, it’s not an easy one; I’m a damn writer, and even I think there’s the occasional adjective overload when it comes to personal … Keep reading…
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