I suppose we should introduce ourselves: We're South Louisiana...You probably already know that we talk funny and listen to strange music and eat things you'd probably hire an exterminator to get out of your yard.
We dance even if there's no radio. We drink at funerals. We talk too much and laugh t
A year after finishing my first book, I'm so excited (and a little nervous) to share that I'm underway with book number two (eeee!). I spent quite a bit of the year brainstorming (talking with my closest people on wine) about where two would take me...
what would it be about?
what story do I have to tell?
As the heat index rises and the summer keeps heating up the likelihood of melting the second you step out the door is high. And trust me, no girl wants a runny cat eye. Ever.
Living in the South most of my life I've found a few summer beauty routine coping mechanisms. Last week Refinery 29 called and
“Hidden in the glorious wildness like unmined gold.” - John Muir
That quote, we'll get to it.
Presently I'm tucked away in a teeny tiny ski lodge on the edge of downtown Aspen. So gypsy glam.
However, the not so glam part: it's taking everything I've got to even move my fingers across the ke
I've always been a girl that's lived for a good pattern mix. Like give me a floral on plaid, and add a striped accessory and I feel my most well -- me.
However, as I've spent more time traveling and less time worrying so much about coordinating every single little detail of my outfits I've adopted a bit of a travel
This month I've had such fantastic opportunities to travel. I'm presently sitting in Chicago (last morning... can't believe I'm leaving as Lollapalooza is starting! Bad planning girl) and while I'm sitting here I'm excited to finally share my little peek at Nashville from a few weeks back.
Also! In big
“Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgandy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries.”
― Jack Kerouac, On the Road
One of the things I love about traveling is experiencing the colors of a place.
Heat rising. I move backwards. Into the shadow, reversing the parade. Stitch by stitch fusing the days together.
The thievery of the moment.
ten to one
a caffeinated sleep for the real.
I'm spending my days at home in New Orleans like this: Sundays with
Kyle Davidson: Sometimes you hear a song on the radio and it's just the song you want to hear right then, and then it's over and you're just glad you heard it.
Miranda Presley: And I'm like that song?
Kyle Davidson: No, you're nothing like that song. You're like if that was the only song in the world that I c
I just love how sometimes things align in a way in which someone shows up in your life, unexpected and you have that immediate connection.
This past weekend during the July 4th holiday, which means Essence Festival in New Orleans, I had the pleasure of meeting Candace. I'd actually spotted Candace all over the place