So, I walked into my room last night and looked at my bed and thought, What the heck? Honestly, I shouldn’t be surprised. It’s always the same issue. My mornings look like this: I stare at my closet trying to figure out which type of a mood I’m in. I settle on something, and I
I went to the thrift store this weekend. Oh oh. Because this place always manages to take a big slice of my paycheck, it’s a place I’ve been avoiding lately. My whole house is thrift shop modern vintage, and I don’t know if that’s an actual design style, but it’s what I’ve got. It’s what I represent. There’s a messiness
Why am I delving so deeply into the realm of feelings? Well, I have this roll top desk. It’s driving me nuts.
Imagine this scene. You’ve had a long day. You are late to work as usual and looking to score some coffee. You’re willing to risk the walk of shame to get it. Lauryn at the front desk will give you the eye; your supervisor will glance down at her watch, sending a surefire signal that she
I find that a lot of strife is caused by us not accepting that everyone has a unique personality. It isn’t always going to make sense to us, but it will make total sense to them. We can’t talk anyone into genuine change. Genuine change is an internal work. So it’s like this. I keep
Walking into a thrift store for me is like that first big moment on a rollercoaster when you’re climbing up to the top and your mind is trying to make sense of, get a grasp of, what is going to happen. You can’t see over the threshold, but you pull at strings of ideas anyway.
So, I’m trying to teach my kids how to be entrepreneurs. I want them to understand the benefits and the mindset needed to be independently successful. That being said, I had to teach my daughter to not be nice. Yes, it seems like a direct contradiction to the title of this blog, but here’s why
Sometimes I sit and think about how lucky I am to be a part of the last generation to use typewriters for real, not for nostalgic purposes. I was using a typewriter when the computer was getting introduced and all the families in my neighborhood were starting to get one. I was using a typewriter
So I wanna be a lady… but YouTube is making me it’s b&%#%. Did you know that you too can be beautiful? Did you know that you can create the perfect cat eye, sew in your own weave, contour your face like the stars and do your own acrylic nails at home? But wait, there’s
When I was but a little lady, I dreamed, as I suppose most girls do, of living in a lovely home with lots of girlie things. As teenagers my sister and I got a fresh coat of lavender purple on our bedroom walls and I swear it felt like the room glowed in a way