Those of you who know me in person know that I am girly. I have a massive collection of makeup, hair products, lotion, jewelry, shoes, scarves, purses (really, it’s a problem). My love for all things style and fashion pushed me to create Aubergine or Eggplant, my personal style blog that I began updating in [...]
I must admit, I’m pretty excited for fall. I know, we’re just about to hit San Francisco’s “Indian Summer”, but that doesn’t mean I can’t pull out my cinnamon scented candles and morph the color scheme of my house from bright and airy to warm and cozy.
I can hardly believe I’ve been living in San Francisco for four years.
Two weeks ago, I received one of the best pieces of praise I’ve ever received.
If I had a nickel for every time I heard someone say, “There’s not enough time in the day!” I would be, well, filthy rich.
2013 has been a tough year so far. We’re already four months in and I’m wondering both where the time went and why it can’t go faster. Now, in the scheme of things, this year hasn’t been that bad.
We always had this running joke, my brother and me. I would always introduce him as “my little brother.” But at the ripe age of about 11, he outgrew me.
I wasn’t going to write this blog post. Well, I was going to write it, but not the way it’s now written. I’m not one to be incentivized to write product reviews.
2012, was a year of movement. It was a year of exploration and realization. Last year was a year of pushing boundaries, testing limits, trying and failing and flailing and resurfacing stronger than before.
Every year I fly to Arizona to spend either Christmas or New Years with my grandparents. They live in a little town called Carefree, just north of Scottsdale. Carefree is just as it sounds — a sleepy town littered with cacti and adobe houses. They’ve lived in Arizona for as long as I can remember.
I’m currently on day seven of being in Las Vegas. Generally, I hit my “Vegas Max” at four days. Alas, I’m still here.
And I’m exhausted.