it all started in the bath.

it was the usual mommy and daughter ritual, (if and when we encounter a bathtub). "bathtub" you ask? yes, a good 'ol fashioned tub. you know...a basin in the bathroom which holds water for bathing purposes? i'm not trying to insult your intelligence. although, i do sound pretty loony. like…

for us gals, hair is kind of a big deal. it frames the face and depending on the style, it can change our appearance too. we’re either “eh-okay” with it, absolutely in love or despise it with a vengeance. sometimes we have those rare “hallelujah-i’m-having-a-good-hair-day” moment. other times, we’re…

i hope you haven’t forgotten me. i apologize for the lack of presence on my little corner of the internet.

i’ve been pretty good updating my instagram though. the mister and our favorite blond decided to escape the cold northeastern winter for the sun and sand of south florida. it was a lovely (yet unusual) christmas for us.…

ain’t nothing like a having a bed to surrender to

there’s something comforting in knowing it will support my aching body and heart. when i’ve given all that i’ve got, i’m left with very little. maybe just enough energy to do the bare minimum. at that point, i really just want to crawl into bed. preferably mine, but anything with a semi-firm mattress will do. the second my head hits it, i instantly feel i rush of relief. a very similar feeling when i (actually) made it…