The Broken Foot Chronicles
{Mackage vest available here, Alexis tank, Express leggings available here, Chloé booties available here, Rebecca Minkoff bag available here, Lorraine Schwartz evil eye bracelet, Bauble Bar nameplate}
Have you ever taken a bad situation and managed to make it worst than ever fathomable? Well, this, my friends, is my forte (cue the Jaws soundtrack).
This series of unfortunate events all started with a blown-out flip-flip (as most psychological thrillers commence). You see, the strap on said flip-flop popped out of its respective hole and being the resourceful human I am, I used Gorilla Glue to fix the wound. While wearing rigged flip-flop, I tripped like an asshole and broke my foot. The break sounded something along the lines of, CRUNCH.
As if a broken foot (and the invariable death sentence to wear flats for the next four months) wasn’t enough crap to deal with, matters took a supplementary turn for the gnarly and I cheated on my hair colorist for a work gig. And we all know what happens when said crime is committed…my hair turned out Oompa-Loompa orange. Think little orphan Annie. So not a good look.
Gimp-y foot. Fire engine red hair. LIFE WAS OVER AS I KNEW IT.
And then some personal crap entered the churning clusterfuck, my blog got hacked, school was out for summer, my son forgot how to swim (HOW IS THIS EVEN POSSIBLE?), my foot freaking HURTS, my husband is in beast mode at work, I’m overwhelmed with six-too-many assignments, I have to cancel a travel gig to Antigua (#FirstWorldProbs) — and I go ahead and DESECRATE MY HAIR à la Amanda Bynes. I need a martini now. Or six.
Obviously there’s a silver lining to all of this nonsense — I’m out of the fugly air cast, I can now rock bitchin’ booties and sandals, Amanda fixed my color (we went darker), Yiani is back in swim lessons, Kim Kardashian gave birth to a healthy baby girl, Linsday Lohan is in rehab, I grilled a siiiick bbq for Father’s Day, yadda, yadda, yadda. Life is clearly on the up-and-up, kids.
The point of this story? When life throws you lemons, never cheat on your hairdresser. Duh.
Join Me this Saturday at Saks Bal Harbour Shops
{Let’s shop, get our hair chalked, dance and mingle this Saturday at Saks Bal Harbour Shops!}
WHO: Saks Fifth Avenue Bal Harbour Shops
WHAT: Summer Saturdays at Saks featuring Phillip Lim and moi
WHEN: Saturday, June 15 from 4 to 7 on the Second Floor
WHY: Join your fave blogger (ME!) for a fun-filled afternoon of music, hair chalking from Blo Midtown and treats!
Nerds, Lend Me Your Cerebrums
{Because fine papers get me as excited as a new pair of Choos}
Bolognese sauce, Reeses peanut butter cups, raw cookie dough, Charlotte Olympias and stationary — these are a few of my favorite things. So when I caught wind of Olive Box — a stationary subscription service — on Electric Blogarella, I signed up. As a member ($25 each month) you receive a delightful box of paper and lifestyle products delivered to your front door each month — from cards to artwork to inspiring books to gifts. The photo above is my very first delivery packed with cute-as-a-button thumbtacks, callings cards, notebook and stationary.
During an age of electronic everything, I’ve remained excited over beautiful, handwritten letters and receiving a physical gift in the mail. So if you, too, are a paper purist like me or are in need of the perfect present for someone else — this is IT.
Girls Just Wanna Have Fun
{Helmut Lang top and pants, Balenciaga handbag similar here, Balenciaga wedges similar here, Ray-Ban sunnies available here, Delfina Delettrez flamingo earring for The Webster Miami, In Pink bracelet available here,
{Katia of The Garage Starlets in a Sandro top, H&M shorts, Chloé sandals and Céline sunnies, Chanel Boy Bag}
Several weeks ago, I had the pleasure of spending the day with friend, Bulgarian model and blogger over at TheGarageStarlets, Katia Peneva — who has the kind of style and wardrobe (hello, Chanel Boy bag) that makes me weak in the knees. The fact she’s painfully beautiful is an added bonus. She’s also really sweet which makes her a triple threat in a good way, obvi.
Always one to shop at Bal Harbour Shops while visiting Miami, I decided to mix things up a little bit for Katia and take her to The Webster. She fell in love with a pair of Givenchy heels while I discovered the perfect leather moto jacket by BLK DNM available here. After working up an appetite — and trust me, from my lips to God’s ears, shopping burns MAJOR CALORIES — we ate across the street at Serafina.
So basically, it was the perfect day.
I want to know…what is the perfect day in your book?
Photos by Katia
School’s Out For Summer
{Me in a vintage Tricia Fix kimono and Getaway-style Turband available here}
{My fave picture of Marcella Novela who happens to be one of my fave peeps}
{Isola monogrammed burlap bag available here}
School’s out for summer! (Sing the latter sentence like Alice Cooper would, mmkay?) This invariably means the kiddos and I will be beach bummin’ it on the reg and I will be driven to the brink of insanity as I try to work from home whilst Ava and Yiani beg for more Spongebob, chocolate milk and attention.
Real talk: I looooove summertime. Growing up on the Jersey Shore, summertime means burning one’s epidermis to channel sandpaper or Magda from There’s Something About Mary (pick your poison), clambakes aplenty, copious hot dogs (from those dingy hot dog stands lining the beach manned by creepy sunburned specimens), soft serve ice cream coated in cellulite-inducing chocolate dip, cardigan weather at night, loads of lobsta, and making out under the boardwalk if you’re of age 13.
While I adore the Magic City, summers here don’t quite cut it for me and the kiddos — I always experience pangs of nostalgia (the kind that physically hurt) for the Northeast — so we mosey on up to my hometown of Cape May, NJ to stay with the ‘rents quite often. It’s my happy place.
With the first day of summer looming in two weeks, what do you yearn for most?
