beach bunny…

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{lolli swim, www.ishine365.com}

Time has kind of flown by, I finally looked up at September is almost over.  Which gives me about a month til we are headed off for a week of Hawaiian sun.

So I’ve been scouring the internets looking for cute swimsuits and found the most adorable one-piece with a mini-tummy cut out by Lolli Swim.

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I love bright colors with black & white stripes.  Love the contrast.

Red with b&w always makes me feel like I’m trying to look french, so I opted for royal purple and neon pink.

Because neon pink goes with everything.

Traveling Around…

In terms of travel, I’m gone almost every week.  I travel extensively for work, and when not working I love to travel often as well.

But interestingly enough, working in fashion does not mean I travel stylishly.

Kate Spade Streamline Luggage

{kate spade collection by steamline}

I have the obligatory college-grad John Hart set, that unfortunately, has no wheels.  Which The Boyfriend addressed several years ago on a trip to Vegas, informing me that if I ever flew with it again he would dump me.  I can’t help it, I’m a terrible packer.  I was going to Vegas, doesn’t everyone pack 30 dresses for a 4 day stay?

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Then came the functional looking set from my mom, with wheels I might add.  Thank god because I often travel alone and now realize why duffles aren’t for the upper-body strength challenged.  One large suitcase, one medium and a little carry on.  These have stood the test of time but, over the years, I’ve noticed about 40% of people have the airport have the same set.

That makes twice now I’ve left the airport with someone else’s luggage.  One time, not that long ago, I got in from NY around midnight and The Boyfriend picked me up (albeit begrudgingly), and I left with someone else’s bag.  I didn’t realize ’til 1 am when the airport called and he had to drive me back out there to swap bags.  Needless to say, he hates this travel set too.

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But with an upcoming trip to the St. Thomas hanging over my head (luggage-wise and dieting-wise), I have been looking into better travel options.  Maybe it’s time to finally upgrade into something a little more colorful and signature to my tastes.

The Kate Spade collection by Steamline.  Retro-glamour.  With wheels.

workworkwork…Chicago

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Last time I tried my hand at Chicago, it snowed eight inches the first night I was there.  But my amazing hotel made up for it.

This time, I had the opposite experience.  No snow (didn’t realize that was possible for Chicago) and the saddest hotel in the city.  Apparently just because you are on Michigan Ave, doesn’t mean you should expect quality.

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I was in town for the COAST Show, a Chicago/Miami/NY market, and had the Hunter Bell Fall/Winter 2014 collection with me.  Thank God, all those coats came in handy.

I had walked to a teeny little french wine bar one night for dinner and the waiter made the observation that I must not be from the area.  “You look like you’re wearing three coats and a scarf and it’s only 45 degrees out.”  He laughed, I didn’t.  I was still cold.

Maybe next time, I’ll skip Chicago and go try Miami.  I’ll swap snow for sand and coats for bikinis.

And have a mojito.  (two)

The Holidays & Apple Pie

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For the holidays, we came to visit family in New Orleans.

One of my favorite places to go and always I especially love it around the holidays.

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Apparently everyone is on a health kick lately, so we looked up paleo-friendly, sugar-free, and so on and so on, recipes to replace the tried and true holiday favorites.

I was in charge of helping with the pecan crusted cinnamon apple tart.  I helped by slicing all the apples and then by eating most of the apples.  I’m not the best helper.

I also had a glass of wine while doing all this so I also can’t really speak for my craftsmanship.

 

Geography & Headbands…

Yesterday.

Even thinking about it gives me a headache.  I began my day trying to plan some travel in the south, and finally five hours later looked up from my giant map, cross eyed and agitated.  Don’t get me wrong, I love to travel.  Just not by car.  Or when I have to plan it myself.

Geography is not my thing.

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Seeing as it was only 2:30 and it didn’t seem like a proper time to open wine (and no one was available to come over), I decided I needed a little retail therapy.

While in college my freshman year, I started dating a fun new guy and found my geography class relegated to the back burner.  They could have told me Arizona was in Dubai for all I cared.  And (fortunately) the relationship lasted only as long as the class but (unfortunately) I still don’t know where all the states are.

So even though geography is not my thing, headbands are.

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I can easily say I will never have enough headbands.  Especially gorgeous vintage looking headbands.  And, although I’m a jewelry designer, apparently I also needed some jewels.  And a manicure.

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Thank you Anthro.   While you break my bank account, you save my sanity.

So for now, I’m headed to Mississippi.  I think that’s off to the right.  Hopefully there is an Anthropologie there.

Miracle Mud…Santa Fe

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{El Santuario de Chimayo}

Normally while in Santa Fe, I just eat and drink my way through the city.  Margaritas and christmas style everything.  But this time I managed to accomplish a couple of other things while continuing to eating and margarita my way through.

After a hike at Nanbé (my legs are still sore), we went to a little sanctuary located in Chimayo known for its countless miracles spanning the past several hundred years.  Walls of the church are lined in crutches and hundreds of pictures, signs of past miracles left for travels to see.

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You stand in a short line to get into a small room with a little hole in the ground about the size of a watermelon.  You dig out a little dirt (or a lot, seeing as someone showed up with a gallon milk jug) from the ever-replenishing site.  We rummaged through the car and finally found a couple zip locks and made our way in.

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Once I got home I realized I can’t keep a ziplock of dirt lying around, regardless that it’s miraculous qualities.  So I found a little antique hand painted japanese clay pot my grandmother gave me.  Now my little miracle holder.

Mental Health Day…Sephora

Every once in a while I need a mental health day.

I was thinking that as I get older my need for one would be fewer and farther between, but as I’m beginning to notice I couldn’t have been more wrong.  Instead I find myself in the middle of Kansas, standing in a shopping center in 100 degree heat asking myself, “what in the hell am I doing here?” (not existentially but more in the literal sense).   As you can see, my work trip ended up not terribly successful and I wasn’t taking it well.

So with the sun blazing in my face and dread washing over me as the thoughts of a seven hour drive ahead of me rattled around my head, I had an epiphany.

I was standing in front of a Sephora. It would be a good day after all.

 

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Once I realized I already had a seven hour drive ahead of me, I figured, honestly whats another hour?   So I took my time and bought completely unnecessary and absolutely essential beauty products.  Self tanner?  Of course.  Various hues of pink bobby pins?  Not a second thought.  But most needed were some new mink lashes.  Lashes are always an unnecessary essential.

So beginning hour two in Sephora I remembered I needed new perfume.  I’ve always been an ardent wearer of Coco Mademoiselle, basically since I began wearing perfume.  I have purse spray, travel spray, parfum, eau de toilette, etc; I am ready for any occasion I might need to smell gorgeous.

But standing in front of hundreds of bottles of perfume I realized I was completely out.  Where had my zealotry over Coco Mademoiselle gone?  I think it was my subconscious telling me something.

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It was at that pivotal point in Wichita, Kansas, I realized it was time for a change.

It was an odd disconnect with who I had been before, a girl who hates change and resigned herself to the same perfume for eternity, and  a new me trying to come to the forefront.  I brazenly stepped forward to accept the change (‘brazenly’ after debating in my head for 20 minutes)  and bought ‘Violet Blonde’ by Tom Ford.

But apparently, as The Boyfriend pointed out this morning, the new me smells like old ladies and baby powder.  Oh, change.  It isn’t always for the best.

 

Milk Solves Nothing…

While roaming my way through Oklahoma this week, I had a little time to myself in Tulsa.  After leaving an adorable boutique over on Cherry Street, I stumbled across The White Owl.

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I mean, is 2:30 too early for a glass of Sauvignon Blanc?  Probably, but I had nothing else to do and the White Owl was calling.

 

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Once inside, I decided to maximize my lack of productivity and browse Pinterest on my phone, which is where I came across this gem.

It’s true.  Milk will solve none of life’s problems…try Sauvignon Blanc.