Am I the only one that wants their mommy when they’re sick? I didn’t think so. When I woke up at 7, struggled to get ready for work and realized I had a pounding headache, was shaking and had no voice, I first sent a message to my boss saying I was not coming in.… Read More Ma. Ma. Mom. Mom. Mommy. Mommy.
I started my internship last week. So far, it’s consisted of a lot of different things, including a pretty decent amount of sitting, waiting for something, anything to do. I’ve learned about office fashion faux pas – not because they said anything but because I realized filing anything into a cabinet in this dress is… Read More C’est la vie. C’est une belle vie.
It’s October. Translation: The Halloween countdown is here. Translation: Your black-ish nail polish is not only stylish but officially holiday appropriate. Last weekend, I got to spend some time with a friend of mine from college. Max and I lived in the same dorm building my sophomore and junior year. I mentioned that I needed to… Read More lovely lundi: monster mash
Art is what feelings look like. Music is what feelings sounds like. Dance is feelings in motion. It’s not so shocking then, that you can learn a lot about someone by the art they love, the songs that mean something to them, and movement that moves them. Each of these mediums can bring you to… Read More just jeudi
It’s not Diet Coke. It’s not Pin-not Grig-gio. It’s not even Gaterade. Powerade. Or that “Drink This and Burn 100 Calories” drink. Nah, nah. White Girl Haterade. is. Iced Coffee. You know it’s true. My feist comes with my morning Keurig brewed Folger’s Vanilla Almond Biscotti with 1 tbs of honey and a dash of… Read More White Girl Haterade
That’s pretty much what the doctor prescribed for me for the next three days. Lay on your bed. Stare at the cieling. Don’t do anything that will cause you pain or strain your back. It happened Friday. No I don’t know how. The pain was exacerbated when I was working out, but I don’t think… Read More Stare at the Ceiling
“Oh my God, I’ve eaten everything in sight for like two whole days.” “Are you enceinte?!” “What?! No! I’m hungry!” Seriously. Why is it, that whenever I’m complaining people jump to pregnancy?! “Ugh, I feel really nauseous right now.” “Do you think you could be pregnant?” “I’m sorry, I know I’ve been so cranky and… Read More Food Baby or Real Baby?
Well, some of you have read my 30 Days of Truth, so, I feel no need to elaborate on why this isn’t a love letter to my father. I did not call my father on Father’s Day. I did not send him a gift, or a card, or an email, or a text. Yesterday, I… Read More Just what I need.
First Caroline with her advice and introduction to Young House Love. Then there was that, and Kat and her beautiful pictures and now, of course, the fabulous blog Cupcakes and Cashmere. I’d been feeling so uninspired, and these girls have awakened something in me! Je me sens vivant ! ! You may have read, that I’m… Read More Bonjour au nouvel an, nouveau me !
I’ve found a kindred soul in our new roommate. Ok, that’s an exaggeration. I’ve found someone who will go to Target with me. Frequently. I know. You’re jealous. So today we took a lovely walk toward the land of plenty – aka the 4 floors of shopping that include Costco, Gamestop, Target, Marshalls, Bobs Discount… Read More Make It Work: Substitutions Strike Again!