You know the moment you wake up and you decide to throw on all the metallic you own in your closet– then realize that gold lamé pants kill the outfit so pulling on your baggiest pair of jeans should make this look work? Yeah, that happened to me this morning.

Let me explain to you the reasons the following were adorning my body today:

1- My latest find comes from the Rebecca Minkoff sample sale and it’s pretty much my life. MY. LIFE.
2- I own these baggy jeans. No, not like own. But like, “I run you mofos!” You know, like a pimp. BAD. MIND.
3- These ankle strap sandals MURDER my bunions but I can’t help it. They just shine in my face when I wake up so putting them on is the only way to avoid… them… not… burning my eyes? Whatever.
4- A gal pal of mine came over this weekend and brought to light my sequin obsession so I was inspired to rock some sequins. I recommend you letting someone gallivant in your closet. They might find things you completely forgot about.
5- Since I’m wearing all metallic, I had to slap on a arm fiesta- in all metals.

Now the baggy eyes- they have no relation to the metallic party going on.

I’m a day late and a dollar short. HA. Who knows what that’s from? Anyone? Whatever.

HAPPY “bloated” (belated) MOTHER’S DAY! I know I’m a day late but hey girl hey, I had to get my tan on and the video was taking a million years to upload so priorities were divided and conquered through an equation of alochol vs. watching the upload percentage increase. Oh life.

My mom is a pretty cool lady if I must say so myself. She’s sassy and cray cray- extra special and full of love. I don’t deserve all the support she gives but I am so very thankful. My step-mom is also a great lady who I will always love and appreciate as a mother, nothing less.
I have two pretty AWESOME women to look up to- both from different upbringings and practices with wise minds and open hearts. This post is dedicated to the mothaaas y’all. LOVE YOU.

Somewhere in my mind I thought I was stylish.

Before you watch this, I want you to know something. I contemplated all weekend whether this was something I should share with you all or not. I usually am such an open book with you guys because not only do I feel close with you to share intimate moments of my life but I know that I also touch you and help work out feelings/thoughts/expressions you may or may not be aware of. Whether it was the break-up with my long term ex-boyfriend or my move to New York City, you’ve been with me along this ride, all this time. So today, I decide to share this extremely privy moment in my life. Watching this, I hope you take something away from my story but also to share with someone you may know who can relate. I hope to always be a catalyst here on the site, even in such an unfortunate event such as this.

I read a great quote the other day that fulfilled a lot of emptiness I felt.

We can’t control what happened, we can’t control what has been lost. What we can control is how we fight to take that control back, and the voice within us is powerful in doing so.

I refuse to continue on being sad or depressed about something I can’t change. The best way to move the needle is to make this a positive situation. This could of been worse and I’m sure all of our imaginations can run with this. But I’m here and I’m safe- I want to make this an awareness for all women. I want my story to help at least one person and hopefully, more.

Love you all and thanks for stickin’ around. I’ll be back to norm in no time, holla.

Someone needs teeth whitener.

Besides products to buy at Duane Reade, I co-hosted a lovely little function with my gal pals Caroline, Christine, Jessie, Bonnie and Laura with Poshmark at the Ace Hotel last week. Not only did I talk about my tits all night long, I sold some of my crap precious belongings courtesy of the Poshmark app. Tits and dolla bills, sounds familiar.

I donned a custom-made floral crown by my dear friend, Augusto. He is a magic man let me tell you. One day, I’ll convince him to make a website. Until then, only my girl Lauren (He made her a bridal floral crown for her wedding day) and I are the only ones to own his custom made creations.

If you haven’t checked out what I’m selling, go download the Poshmark app and buy my shit lovely belongings. You know what that means? It means I’ll buy more stuff, I’ll get sick of it and I’ll sell it again for half the cost. LOVE IT RIGHT?!

Oh and P.S. for those who bought something, I’m totally lagging at sending out your purchases. Work has been cray cray but don’t you worry- I’ll hopefully have them out this week!

Thank you Poshmark for hosting us- I had a great time with my gals and yummy tequila!

Photos courtesy of Poshmark & Instagram

Oh hello folks- it’s another round of “PROFRESH GUIDE TO…“!

I’m really excited to share this with you because I’m talkin’ about LUCKY FABB y’all. Yesterday was the magazine’s west coast conference and I tuned in via livestream which served me well all day, in my earphones of course. The conference inspired today’s Profresh Guide To- and it’s a good one so I hope you enjoy. Let’s just say I had A LOT to say once the conference signed off for the night.

After you’re done watching, I’d love for you to chit chat! Let me know what you think, share your thoughts with everyone and let’s get this convo going. I’m interested to hear what you guys think, good and/or bad. I’m happy to say that you, readers, inspired this post. Watching the conference reminded me of why I blog and that’s you.

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On a completely unrelated side note: HAPPY 21st BIRTHDAY to my little brother!! More on my Tumblr!