The TBR Pile | Starting At The Bottom

Years ago I would write my TBR list -that stands for To Be Read for any of you who don’t read too many book blogs. Don’t worry, I just discovered the acronym not too long ago – on a sheet a paper that I would then tack up on my wall as a reminder. Sometimes…

New Beauty Bits

Now that we have entered March, the weather is starting to warm up, trees and flowers are starting to bloom, and my skincare/makeup products are in desperate need of some shaking up! Luckily these three products I’ve recently added to my collection not only look pretty but work great too!

Signs of Spring

Back in college, whenever I would come home for weekends, I always looked forward to taking an afternoon walk with my parents. It’s something my mom did on a regular basis and would usually end up convincing my father to tag along. We would walk in the woods and in the giant field beside our…

Sweet Dreams

She always dreams of satin pajamas and lace nighties instead of her worn-out yoga pants and college tee that she wears to bed every night. She wished she had a fairy godmother who could bibbidi-bobbidi-boo her into luxurious fabrics; then she could get a full night’s sleep while looking like a princess. Although no one…

A Valentine’s Day Sonnet

      If only Valentine’s Day happened thrice, on the darkest, coldest days of winter when your body is still frozen from the ice, and you need permission to reenter the glorious life you knew you once had. May every kiss act as a reminder that the good will always trump the bad. May…

Style School: The Fisherman Sweater 101

Her alarm clock was set, coffee was poured, and pencils were sharpened. This was a class she didn’t want to miss. She found a seat near the front of the lecture hall and turned to the first page in her brand new notebook. School is now in session…

Washing The Day Off

She wets her cotton round in micellar water and rubs it across her face. As she wipes her makeup off, she also takes her insecurities and battered self-esteem with it. She pumps a small amount of cleanser in her palm and gently rubs her hands together to create a lather. Then she rubs the gel…

Pardon Her French

The first thing to slip was her accent. She had spent weeks practicing her French, making it sound as if she was fluent. Her first slip-up was when she pronounced the “t” at the end of s’il vous plaît. She looked down at the table to avoid his reaction and took a sip of her café au…