Even though I absolutely love fashion (brainstorming outfits, getting dressed every morning, browsing social media and the internet for inspiration, etc.), it’s like anything else—there are certain parts I don’t like so much. As we all know, the #keepingitreal movement on Instagram is resulting in a lot of bloggers and influencers sharing more of their real lives, rather than just the highlight reals and best parts. Well, why should fashion be any different?! Today, I’m leaving all the fun parts in the shadows and shedding some light on the nuisances that go hand-in-hand with being stylish. Let’s have a little rant sesh, shall we? Continue reading “The Most Annoying Parts of Fashion”
Who’s ready for the Super Bowl this Sunday?! I’ll be honest with you guys…I’m not a huge football person. I am, however, a huge food person and love Super Bowl Sunday for the yummy “game” snacks like artichoke dip, buffalo wings, and little stuffed jalapenos. I mean sure, the commercials are fun too, but I feel like the last few years have been a little disappointing. (We can never forget Puppy Monkey Baby though.) I did a post last year sharing my outfit for Super Bowl LII, which was Philadelphia Eagles themed (they ended up winning—woohoo!), and the post was such a hit that I decided to do it again this year. The team I’m rooting for? The Los Angeles Rams. Continue reading “Super Stylish for the Super Bowl”
For a lot of teenagers, there’s nothing they want more than a shiny new car for their 16th birthday. Or at least, a shiny new piece of plastic that allows them to legally drive. Me on the other hand? I wanted absolutely nothing to do with driving—I loved the company of my parents as chauffeurs, and I never felt embarrassed by their presence. Most of all, I feared the power and responsibility of maneuvering a very expensive toy on the roads (especially with all the inattentive drivers who spend more time looking at their phones than their rearview mirrors). One of the first times I drove with my mom on a permit to obtain the required hours, my left leg twitched uncontrollably—and a lot. It felt numb by the time I made it to my destination! That’s how scared I felt.