The sun is shining and I guess you could say I'm the whitest girl at the party. My recent trip to Palm Springs came with a few things – warm temps, a five-star resort and some hot hot sun! As a total sun baby you can bet that the swimsuit was packed and I was on a mission to catch some serious rays to defray my Casper status. Hey, it may work for the Olsen twins… but not me. . . .
Three days people! If you're anything like me - you're in full Xmas morning prep mode. Christmas Eve, we’ll leave that to a “Martha Stewart” duel-off between the moms and aunts. I may not speak in “chargers and napkin rings” but I do speak “PJ’s and cranberry mimosas!” . . .
Can we just talk about vacations and warm places a little longer? Please? My "office" is now back at a desk instead of a beach and while it's not the worst thing that I'm donning flannel again, the only thing getting me through is another trip coming up in February. I'll share details soon but it's for sure likely to be a bit more relaxing. . . .
So we'll start with a story. I had my wallet stolen last week and its just as annoying as you would think. I'm still bitter about it. While I got plenty of sad emoji's from girlfriends and a few that were willing to buy me a glass of wine to ease my troubles, I had a feeling taking me out for a pity dinner vs. buying new booties wasn't going to go my way. . . .
One of the things I superficially love about myself is my hair. After all, for the past three years its been a bit of a "money maker." (humble brag - which apparently is no longer a thing). So when I am able to set aside a little P.I.T. (Personal Improvement Time) a good hair treatment always makes it into the line-up aside from the quick post gym wash or the 10 minute quick hair dry that I seem to always be tugging through. Two weekends ago (I know time flies in NYC!) I got to indulge . . .