Dior: Made Her Fall to the Floor

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Imagine a personality ten times larger than life.  We met at my best friend Crystal’s 20th Birthday and her friend from college came to the shindig we were throwing at Crystal’s parents house.  Our meeting is another hilarious story for yet a completely differet post.  Pardon me, once again I veered off track.  I met the one and only Innesa, a Russian born, Jewish and Brunette version of Marilyn Monroe.   A force to be reckoned with and sharp as a tack.  Needless to say we were attracted to one another as friends immediately.  It was though we had known one another for lifetimes, eons, centuries.  

Wild is an understatement to describe her, but not negatively or with an irresponsible connotation.  I mean ballsy, bold, badass.  Our stars aligned during a very pivotal time for the both of us — right around the time we turned 21.  My 21st was beyond mental and I don’t recall it clearly enough to regurgitate it (get it).  I make myself laugh. Opps, sorry. Focus. Yet, for Innesa’s Birthday I remember ever detail.

I should probably back up and tell you where all this is coming from.  We have a fancy built in closet and the rack on the wooden wardrobe fell down completely.  It looked like a tornado snuck into our closet. After being that way for over a week, I couldn’t look at it like that for a moment longer and I was united.  To my despair, as I was reunited with my precious Nan today, as she returned from her holiday to Aruba and once again organized my closet.

Whist handing her things as she’s standing on a mid-level ladder, I came across a Dior bag that was dusty and placed at the very back of my wardrobe and fell amongst the collapse of the rest of the wardrobe.  When I say bag, I don’t mean purse, I mean, shopping bag.  A Dior one.

 A  month or so ago I re-organized most of my everyday shoes and a friend of mine suggested that I blog about all of my different shoes I have as I posted as comment on how many memories each pair of shoe brings back and all of the places around the world they have been.  If only shoes can talk.  Then I figured they can’t, but I can write about it and she was right. There is a deep love affair with all of my shoes because they all tell a story.

 As I was handing off the Dior bag which contains a pair of white Dior sandal heels, still in the box and probably worn twice.  The box was dusty and I saw a hotel tag on the strap of the bag with a guy’s name on it.  I’ll respect his anonymity — so let’s call him BJ Einns and I was instantly transported back to Las Vegas circa 2007.

At the time I was working for American Express and was in sales and making more money than I knew what to do with.  My bills were being paid, I was a spender and didn’t have any remorse when swiping that debit card.  Zavy on the other hand was the complete opposite, she liked a good negotiation and that is putting it delicately.

It was our second to last day and we weren’t leaving until that night and decided to go for brunch at the delicious but disgustingly expensive buffet at The Wynn and then we were going to browse around the shops inside ritzy hotel and casino on the famous strip.  Following our gluttony and mimosa session at the buffet we wobbled to the shops like Chanel, Louie, McQueen — all my faves.  Then we stumbled into Dior and at the time I just j’adored Dior.  I’ll be classy and won’t drop the price, but let’s just say that Zavy nearly fainted and needed to sit down immediately…

TO BE CONTINUED…

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B.K.O. for #BSMHB: Life of a Train

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” Living resembles the life of a train.  Chugging along as best you can.  Passengers coming and going, baggage in tow.  Scenery forever changing, leaving you to wonder — where did it go? Constant parts in motion, trusting the route is properly laid out.  The destination is not always visible, at times even jolting off track, entering dark tunnels where sometimes it feels pitch black.  Yet, if you keep chugging on, you’ll soon find that the light will eventually shine so bright.” – BKO

Love,

Britt x

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Love,

Britt x

Monday Blues: Leads to Making Your Own Rules

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Do the Monday blues have you feeling down?  Me, too!  I’d much rather be doing ↑ right about now.

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I think I have the perfect solution:  Let’s make our own RULES!  

Although I don’t have the typical 9-5 career, I still get a bad case of the Monday blues from time to time.  Perhaps it’s because I know my partner in crime, Steve has to work and all I want to do is play.  Or perhaps because I know that it means I’ll have a slew of Doctor’s visits, as I do most weeks.  Even if it is just doing some creative work, my weeks somehow blur into one another and before I know it, Monday happens all over again. Do ya feel?

Well, here is a few ways that have been easing me along my merry little way on a Monday.  I hope it suits you too!

♥ Plant your feet on the ground and feel the bare earth from your heel to the tips of your toes (if you can).  This sounds like I’ve had too much medicinal cannabis, but just hear me out.  A yoga teacher once told me that welcoming the day with fresh air when you wake up, while connecting yourself with your surroundings is key for your mind, body and soul.  Take a minute, inhale and exhale and your week will begin with greater conciousness, alerting an even greater sense of gratitude to be afforded another day, another week and new beginnings.

♥ Document your weekend.  Take photos, mental notes, anything that can make you smile come noon time, when you are all too close to slamming your head against the wall.  It may give you 2-3 seconds of laughter, but the smile has a tendency to linger.

♥ Ask people how they are doing.  I know this may seem pretty typical — but, ask and MEAN it!  The thing is, people can pick up on genuine vibes and you’ll most likely make their day.  It becomes a domino effect and your vibe attracts your tribe.  Monday’s would be far more groovy and the week much easier to get through if the mood starts out right.  Set the tone — I dare you!

♥ Don’t work, play.  Find a way to make ANYTHING that you do fun.  If that means listening to your favorite jams (current obsession alert: Meg Myers) or a little chair dancing (keep it appropriate).  My point is, just have a laugh.  Don’t take yourself too seriously as those daunting Mondays arrive.  Enlighten your senses.

♥ Look past the uncomfortable and push yourself to do or try one thing you wouldn’t typically do.  Obviously everything in moderation, but nevertheless it will keep your week fresh and you’ll have something to look forward to.  The best part is, it can be ANYTHING:  trying exotic, new food(sss), hiking a different trail than usual (or for me, just hiking in general), but you get the gist.  Explore new things and feelings and at the end of the day, you can confidently say you are a renegade and Monday is your b.i.t.c.h.

What are some things that help kickstart your week with a bang?

Love,

Britt x