• New York, New York

    New York, New York

    When the plane took off, I had perfectly timed Frank Sinatra’s “New York, New York” to the aviation. That song, and truly all of Sinatra’s music makes for the perfect New York vacation soundtrack. My over-packed suitcase contained many outfits I had been saving primarily for this trip. I feel so much freer in my Read more

  • All Things Vintage and Faux Fur

    All Things Vintage and Faux Fur

    The Beverly Hills hotel is an iconic mecca for anyone who is in love with the glitz and glamour of the ‘50s, or just has an affinity for pink and French toast. The second you pull up to the hotel, you are treated like a celebrity from a bygone era since the entrance is literally Read more

  • The Classic Cape Look

    The Classic Cape Look

    Every girl needs a cape in her wardrobe. Why, you may ask? Because women are superheroes and need a fashionable way of showing it (shout out to the Women’s March today because women’s equality is very near and dear to my heart)! A cape in my mind represents an accomplished, put together woman who is Read more

  • Long May She Reign

    Long May She Reign

    “Since Mary, Queen of Scotland was a child, the English wanted her country and her crown.” “She is sent to France to wed the next king…” “to save herself and her people—” “a bond that should protect her…” “but there are forces that conspire…” “forces of darkness, forces of the heart.” “Long May She Reign.” Read more

  • Valentino and the Nutcracker Ballet

    Valentino and the Nutcracker Ballet

    With only four days until Christmas, I have been practicing some favorite family traditions: watching the nutcracker ballet, drinking festive coffee drinks, and watching too many Christmas movies to count (Anything from Beauty and the Beast and the Enchanted Christmas to Elf). Nothing warms my soul like the Christmas season and getting to celebrate Christ’s Read more

  • From Fashion Week to SavvyChic

    From Fashion Week to SavvyChic

    My footsteps echoed against the cobblestone streets of London’s Covent Garden in my nude Mary Jane flats at 7:20 a.m. on a Sunday morning. It was February, the sky was covered by a cloud blanket and the streets were empty and quiet, save for my footsteps and the rapid beat of my heart. Today was Read more

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