Snapped these photos during happier times back in August when I had visited Coney Island for the very first time with my family. We experienced one of those idealistic summer days — the kind of day you keep in your inner arsenal and pull out when you need to go to your ‘happy place’.
From strolling on Steeplechase Pier and taking in the views to eating at Nathan’s and riding the historic NYC landmark, the Cyclone, it was a damn good day. Jeez. I’m lucky that I was able to create those special memories with my fam.
Fortunately, my family in NJ and NY are fine but there are many of my friends who are still without power or displaced from their homes. It’s a tragic situation and I’m praying for them. If you’ve been affected, know that we’re all grieving your pain and championing your resiliency. Stay strong.
First time I’ve felt close to my grandma in heaven since her passing. Took a break from here but I’m slowly reverting back to normalcy — whatever that even is anymore. The sole consolation? Knowing I have a new guardian angel by my side.
View from the Del Marcos Hotel in Palm Springs, California | June 18, 2012 at 5 a.m.
QUIET moments that invite you to breathe in the simplicity of a morning sunrise. APOLOGIES for my absence over the last few days as I escaped to the desert for some long overdue R&R. More photos to follow!
Those days that make you feel fortunate. That have potential. Those days that you feel beautiful. Your best. That make you believe the world is at your fingertips. And that there are no challenges too extreme for you to overcome. Those days that can sometimes feel as if they are far and few between. But when you experience them, they are unforgettable. And you appreciate them. Because they help us get through this crazy roller coaster of life. And they make us believe that we’ll have another one of… those days.
This is what I like to label my “so lazy I didn’t wash my hair and I’m wearing the same shorts from last night” look. Yes, I’m admiting that I wore these shorts to the Gen Art Fresh Faces in Fashion show on Saturday night and proceeded to roll to Sunday brunch in them ten hours later. Epitome of weekend laziness.
Just for kicks, I thought I’d share an old school photo of my third grade cheerleading self, which explains the sweet spot I have for maroon and gray — my hometown’s colors. There are a lot of things you try to sweep under the rug with respect to how you dressed at a young age, but I actually have a good memory when it comes to this particular day. Leading up to getting my professional cheerleading picture taken (below), I remember going to town on my whole head with the crimper. Believe I crimped first, pulled my hair into the highest half-ponytail ever (some things never change), and then decided to top off my hairstyle with half curled, half straight bangs. Oh, and the white scrunchie that I wrapped around my little ponytail a half dozen times. The things we could get away with when we were young! Saweeeetest look ever!
