I’m back – with my blonde ponytail between my legs but back. I know – last week was equivalent to this song, and it’s taken me the weekend to recover but hey that’s a PR girls life for you, sometimes we just have to play the Houdinievery once in a while.
Y’all, I don’t know if I am missing JJor was just too drunk to write the post after the amount of wine consumed on Monday. (Yes, I’m old, three days of recovery is needed) – just kidding. But I can tell you right now any family I meet/bring a boy home – the wine will sure be flowing. I mean how do you expect me to memorize the Duggar-esque family tree and all of it’s names or go for a long backyard pass completely sober? You must be out of your minds… “go home you’re drunk.”
Happy Fourth of July Weekend! While I am prepping for our annual party and firecracker pop at the beach and prep for our annual party I can’t wait for a little down time.
After a day in the sun there’s that unmatched hour of relaxation – a perfect time to sit on the balcony showered with that after sun feeling and check out these wallet tempting summer steals. What I love most about July 4th sales is we are still at the start of the season – so EVERY investment one made for the rest of the summer. I mean who can put a price on a wearing a new maxi dress to a sweet rooftop party or the perfect white tee // shorts combo with some Soludos on the beach?
Okay its offish! The recap is here, we’re headed into hometowns and sh!t’s getting weird. Like Dylan rocking a ponytail, Marcus owning more than one pink shirt and Brian suffering from like the worst stress induced rosacea ever, weird. But don’t worry guys – it’s not like Chris Harrison paying a visit adds more pressure or anything…
Today seems all too fitting to talk about the most patriotic holiday of the year. With the USA about to face off against Belgium and offices “shutting down” nationwide – what better way to get you in the red, white and blue spirit.
Fireworks on the CT shoreline, Hors d’ourvres in the sand and porch parties are just around the corner and I have found myself substituting lunch hour e-mails for pinspiration, for pending party and outfit ideas. (Signs that its time for a holiday…).