Happy Thursday and almost holiday weekend! I feel like it was just yesterday that I was celebrating Memorial Day Weekend last year in the Hamptons – where has the past year gone?! So, in honor of celebrating the change of seasons, I thought I would style my newest white dress from Abercrombie + Fitch. I paired the dress with a light-weight navy leather jacket – perfect for cooler nights – and some of my favorite accessories. For more summer style inspiration, make sure to follow me on Pinterest because I’m pinning fashion and beauty inspiration every day! (Check out my Summer Style board here!)
Also, I just back to NYC from my long vacation in Arizona and Vegas, and I cannot wait to share the overload of travel and outfit posts coming your way in the next couple of weeks! Stay tuned! xo
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Shut It, Babe – SketcBook Pro for iPad (2017)
Have you ever met people who always be so fussy about whatever you do? Always think that their opinion is right and makes you feel unsure about what you do?
Sometimes you may hear something like: Why you seem so skinny? Oh are you gaining weight? You never post the picture with him again, are you guys done? Your style is so outdated! That blush color makes your cheeks look chubbier! You want to be an actor? Just enjoy the life you have now, don’t seek something impossible, darling. And… etc.
Wear those unmatched color outfits you like, gain weight, lose weight, get serious, or break up, be an actor/artist/musician do whatever things that suit you well. Their opinion doesn’t matter for you, you have your own choice so don’t let anybody control your decision with their opinion.
Maybe some people are…
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I wish women would stop taking relationship advice from ‘men’. And by this I mean men who are unqualified. These men are not Counsellors, Psychotherapists’ or Psychologists. They don’t know JACK about you or your partner. But they are perambulating as relationship experts on social media and even on TV. Some of them are labeling themselves as lifestyle coaches with little qualification to show. And worst still, a lot of these men have terrible track records of being awful partners to very many women. And you know what? Some women are doing it now too, they are on Facebook live, Instagram live! Talking about how you ought to ‘do’ your man!
Don’t get me wrong we can learn so much from other people, but in my opinion the tell-tale signs of a fraud is when you hear their advice predominantly directed at the woman; cook more, serve him, kneel when you serve…
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Here we go again. I am back and ready to commit… To my blog that is.
Let’s jump straight into it. This has been a topic that I’ve been coming across a lot lately. And I’ve been asking myself… Am I a marriage person or a causal sex person? Do I want to spend the rest of my life with one man or do I want multiple lovers from across the globe?
Hmmmm… Both sound kinda good.
But for real, I’m freaking out. I don’t know what I want. Like…. Men are nice and all, but I’m still waiting to meet someone that I REALLY CONNECT WITH. I MEAN CONNECT WITH FULLY, LIKE 100%. I wanna be with someone that I can connect with emotionally, spiritually, physically, mentally and all of that good stuff. And unfortunately people now a days are just too guarded and messed up to even want…
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Freelensing was first introduced to me over two years ago on a photography forum I belong to. Someone shared her experience of experimenting with detaching her lens to take pictures, and I marveled at what she came up with. The works were dreamy, flawed, blurry, photographic prose. I immediately grabbed my Nikon to try it out.
But…it didn’t work. I couldn’t see through the viewfinder, and only saw a black screen when I pressed the shutter button. What was going on?
Coming together on the forum, we soon discovered the problem: the aperture on my Nikkor lens was scrunching closed whenever I removed it from the camera. The only solution was to tape it open, or rig it with a piece of folded paper.
Annoyed, I gave it up for a while.
A few months (?) later, everything changed. I discovered the work of Irene Suchocki, and my interest…
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I’ve been feeling very unmotivated recently when it comes to painting.
To be completely honest, I just feel like I can’t be bothered. I feel lethargic and ‘heavy’ when I think about it, like it’s too much effort for so little in return (meaning either an unfinished painting or worse — a painting I dislike).
Lying in bed last night I remembered several conversations I’ve had over the past couple of years about the nature of motivation and inspiration, and how our feelings aren’t actually the most reliable gauge in terms of whether or not we should do something.
Feeling lethargic and unmotivated doesn’t have to stop me from being creative. In fact, no feeling has the power to prevent me from doing anything without my complicity.
I can complain of feeling horribly uninspired and still put paint on a canvas. I can feel moody and bored and still doodle on a…
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‘Beauty is only skin deep’ they say. Then why is it that every emphasis is placed upon the appearance of a woman? The definition of that proverb is that a pleasing appearance is not a guide to character. When I ‘discover’ on Instagram all I literally see are females prancing about in their underwear, butts and boobs I like to call them.
The female essence had been reduced to butts and boobs…doesn’t that just make us proud? Look at yourself and say ‘I am a butt’ or ‘I am a boob’. Thats just makes me cringe to be honest. When we sit back and think about what we believe to be a attractive, we see that it’s all merely physical.
That rant over there brings me to this week’s blog post. As I am shedding the kgs and growing in my weight loss journey, I am discovering that I have unrealistic ideas of what…
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The other day at work, my colleague and I were caught up in a discussion on love and relationships. While our conversation touched on everything from modern dating to the rising rates of divorce, she left me with a thought that latched to my mind and took the rest of the week to finally pry off. Just before grabbing her purse to leave she casually said; “I think love is just an illusion.”
This took me completely off guard. Love? An Illusion?! I found the concept simultaneously depressing and intriguing. But worst of all, highly probable. It sort of reminded me of that crumbling disappointment I felt when I was young kid and learned that Santa Claus wasn’t real. Even though the very idea of Santa seemed unlikely, I didn’t want to believe otherwise. Santa was a symbol of childhood innocence, and stubbornly believing he was real was like clinging to a buoy in an ocean of adulthood and…
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