It's Saturday morning. I've been up since six, just in time to see marbled skies turn blue. And with caffeine settling in as I sit cross-legged in front of my desk, half t y p i n g , half watching Fairly Legal (best.show.ever), yet again, Eating spoonfuls of Chobani as I make mental shopping ... Read More
#FattieNotAFoodie: The Avocado Booty Call
"I'm a fattie, not a foodie." .  .  . I love food, so much so I secretly wish I was one of those sophisticated foodies who pick at their caviar and cheeses with the air of a seasoned—no pun intended—connoisseur. I see, I smell, and devour; apparently I have a Napoleon complex when it comes to ... Read More
7:02 AM, Post-Pilates
I adore cosmetics. Ironically enough, however, I've been in an anti-makeup phase as of late (then again, as much as I adore a red lip or smoky eye, those are reserved specifically and exclusively for nights out). C'est la vie; I can be quite fickle with trivial things. But for the public's ... Read More