Once you become a mom, you start realizing that, without really rigid rules in regards to hand cleansing, your household can very quickly become a den of filth and disease.
Remember when door knocker earrings made an epic comeback, this time wrapped in colorful leather for a modern twist on a classic hip-hop staple?
Picture it: Sicily, 1912…
Do you scour Pinterest for pithy quotes that marry stylish graphics with empowering and saucy mantras?
With unicorn and mermaid beauty trends in full swing (the former revolving around dreamy pastels, glittery finishes, and opalescent and iridescent effects, and the latter embracing many of the same principles but adding long hair into the mix), it may just be the ideal time to release a nail polish collection that conjures up images of fairy tale princesses and the magical universes they inhabit.
This year, Earth Day feels like a more momentous occasion than usual — perhaps because of the bewildering amount of people who continue to be climate change deniers (led by Donald Trump, who seems to have no comprehension of the polar ice caps melting), who have advocated for fracking ventures that could contaminate groundwater, and who root for big oil instead of advocating for green energy sources.
Brunch is by far my favorite meal — I can feast on shrimp and cheesy grits, then pair the meal with a mimosa; I can nibble on scrambled eggs and pair them with something as seemingly unharmonious as sweet potato fries, all the while enjoying a sangria; or I can sip a latte while savoring eggs benedict atop delicious crab cakes.
You don’t need to perfect your back handsprings and toe touches or spell out “Be Aggressive” in order to shake some pom-poms this season.
The funniest thing happened last night as I was massaging some of Too School’s absolutely divine Egg Mellow Body Butter onto my arms and legs: my 4-month-old puppy, Bowie, awoke from his slumber and began sniffing around his makeshift bed on the couch (yes, he’s so spoiled that we have little beds for him everywhere) before directing his gaze at me, as I stood a few feet away, and making his “you-know-you-want-to-give-me-a-treat” face.
Could shoulders be the new cleavage?
