Not thinking about weddings. But if I were, it would be a wonderful to send guests home with petite over night boxes. Fun silly things for any kiddos in the crowd, and fun racy things for the older set. Wrapped up in pretty paper boxes. However, must make sure the correct box is matched with the correct set. Much better than Jordan Almonds. Yes?
Second Hand Love
Last week, Karen Briggs and myself scoured all corners of this town for the best thifting find. Here’s our crash guide to second hand love in the Holy City. Some were born with the gene to thrift. You know the friend. The one who casually slides on a perfect bauble like it’s nothing, much to the chagrin of you and practically everyone else in the room. “Oh this?” she says coyly, “It’s...
And A Year Later
I sat cross-legged, knees tucked under my desk sipping a non-fat vanilla latte (triple venti, with an extra shot of espresso), letting the caffeine swirl around my twenty-something head. My mind raced, a jumble of disjointed thoughts and voices bouncing across synapses, tangling in a mess of incoherent mental clutter. Neither the caffeine, nor the mild hangover helped. But now, I suspected - or...
If it wasn’t for God, I’d be a lesbian and a witch.– Today’s Nate the Roommate quote. He cleans pools and deals with housewives. This is what a housewife told him.