I need to learn how to take good photos, clearly, but I’m still proud that I got dressed today. My April resolution is sticking and I’m now vowing to rid myself of sweatpants throughout the month of May. Promise. Anyway, I love this black asymmetrical dress from Lulu’s, who is one of my site sponsors
Because I still haven’t unpacked all of our boxes after our crazy month of April, I’ve been living on a few pairs of pants and the above tops for the last three weeks. And you know what? It feels fantastic. I’ve got the basic separates: plaid, stripes and solids — what more do I need?
Just checking in to share a quick update on my ACE Camp in Portland. Slots are filling up super fast, but we do have a few left! I’ll be teaching a variety of subjects from getting to know your dreams/aspirations to getting paid and getting over creative roadblocks. And speaking of “get”, you’ll receive a
… in no particular order. 1. Moms are nice and not at all scary. 2. If you delete Ghost Radar app from your phone, it will manifest into someone else’s head and take over their mind for a 36 hour time period. (Thank you, Alice.) 3. You can put cotton candy on top of mousse
I’m in NOLA for a few days to speak at a conference (will I see you here?)* and am still nursing my flu. BUT, I couldn’t help but check in and thank you for your sweet wishes, cards and emails. You all are so nice, you know? To be honest, as sick as I feel,
[image credit: cheyi liao] Pardon the radio silence — I’m sick. I knew it was coming, because I’ve managed to cram 4,523 big life events into two weeks and any normal person would’ve crumbled under the pressure, too. (Except for my husband. Surprisingly, he’s whistling like the jolly man he is — untouched by germs.
I mentioned a few weeks ago that we were busy prepping the home for a magazine shoot, and I’m thrilled that I can give you a sneak peek today! Adam, John and Ho-Mui were so delightful to work with and we can’t wait to see the feature in ReadyMade Magazine later this summer. I can’t
Fieldguided Tote, $20 I woke up this morning feeling… restless. I can’t put my finger on any other emotion than that one, and I think it stems from the trashing of my life list. I mean, sure, I have goals. But how many of my goals are for myself — and how many are for