I invite you to come along for a fashionably fierce and insane ride. 

Stylish regards,


Seared scallops with a rice noodle salad and seared bok choy in Watch Hill, RI. 

In an ASOS jumpsuit, BB Dakota leather jacket, Rebecca Minkoff bag, Bucketfeet shoes, Obey hat, Cultures of Love bracelet.

Lately, the only topic on my mind is being a teenager. Surprising, right, considering I've surpassed my teenage years and have ventured straight into adulthood (though I don't fully recommend that to all of you party lovin, boy crazy and fast metabolism enthused teens). Being a teenager represents staying out late, getting in tons of trouble for either a) staying out late b) stealing your parents car and then proceeding to stay out late c)staying out late and coming in to your parents sitting at the dining room table, with the "we know what you have been doing" look on their faces (something I've had plenty of experience with). Something else that comes along with being a teenager is finding yourself, which I've talked openly about in the past. 

I wasn't the girl with the group of popular friends (on the contrary, the group of popular girls hated me in high school….even a plate of brownies couldn't fix that) or a boyfriend, or 17 pairs of grey sweatpants in 17 shades of grey. It wasn't me, and never was me, and still isn't me. I couldn't relate to those girls because they all had something missing. What they didn't have is the skill to be different. Instead of mimicking everyone around you, a better idea is being the absolute strongest and best form of your beautiful self. We are all different, and all have different passions and inspirations. I have friends who will go on to community college in my small little town and be an incredible nurse or veterinarian, and I also have friends who will be on Forbes Highest Income Celebrity list likely by the age of 30. Everyone has a journey to get to be where they have to be, and if you're like me, you battle with finding a happy medium and the struggle of forcing yourself to believe in what you're doing. Envy is the lowest form of misery (thanks, mom) and will never allow you to reach your fullest potential.

That's the key to success: never compare yourself to someone else.

You don't know what they've been through, or what they haven't been through and are about to go through, because we are all different humans, optimizing our greatest strengths and suppressing our strongest weaknesses. Love yourself for who you are, regardless of your height, weight, hair color, eye color, or math grade. You are the only person that can determine your present, your future, and your destiny.

P.S. Damn that was intense. Next week on Dr. Phil….LOL. I'm off to Baltimore on Monday, see y'all soooooon! 


Miss Fashionista

A Stop Along the Way: Tompkins Square Bagels

A Stop Along the Way: Bluestone Lane Collective Cafe