I spotted these high-waisted shorts, in all their chili-pepper red glory, from across the store and knew they were the one. (I've got a thing for dramatics.) High-waisted shorts that fit both my child-bearing hips and waist at once are a rare thing, so when opportunity comes, I seize. I love the ... Read More
Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Oh, addictions. Green tea, chai lattes, peanut butter, leather, lace, lingerie—all the usual. But as of late, caffeine necessities have nearly been replaced by ravenous cravings for chocolate-covered almonds. I devour them by the bag-ful. Nearly two weeks of blissful ignorance went by until I saw ... Read More
Seeking Inspiration, Found
Inexplicably inspired is all I ever want to be. Is it crazy—crazy in that Van Gogh kind of way (only my ears are still intact, thankfully)—to want that over happiness? Whatever; it is what it is. Call me a one of those artist-hippie types, and I'll accept it with all the grace a girl my age could ... Read More