Last summer I made some quip about thinking I'd never buy another boho-lookin' peasant blouse again because that wasn't really my aesthetic anymore and I think I was a few weeks out from selling off all my old ones—irony. But there was a crisp simplicity to the cut, the heavy-weight linen, and the ... View Post
The littlest matryoshka doll.
Fear is a funny thing—and a hard one to write about. I've started, stopped, and deleted this post so many times because I can't figure out how to put it—how to adequately describe and give weight to what is simultaneously my deepest, darkest fear—nay, horror—and also what is maybe the most ... View Post
Giving up the ghost.
Anyone who knows me knows that Nantucket has a special place in my past—and I'm referring specifically to the time in the summer after 7th grade I was on a month-long bike trip of the Cape and islands and drank some sort of home brew grain alcohol out of a local's bottle at the bottom of Cobblestone ... View Post
You can’t do that on hell-avision.
[Aries shell bikini, CAli Dreaming swimwear.] Here's a swimwear wardrobe recap, just in time to get them all on sale off-season—you're welcome! I've noticed something as I've grown up and found my own flavors of happiness: the happier you are with yourself, the easier it is to be happier for ... View Post
Depositions for dummies.
At the end of April this year, I made a final trek out to the boondocks to visit the lawyer's office—which was coincidentally in the office park adjacent to the one where I went to get my junk zapped with laser hair removal. Go figure. I've never driven to that part of Richmond, like ever, and all ... View Post