the mean reds.

Truth be told my lack of updates has been attributed to quite a few things.
In short, I have been experiencing what Holly Golightly refers to as the mean reds.

It's been a difficult past few weeks, to be honest, which explain the lack of updates. Between family, work, one of my kitties getting very sick, and my lack of time trying to balance everything, I haven't had much time to sleep easy. But I've taken a bit of time to regroup, get back on track, and am getting back into life again (slowly but surely). Sometimes life attacks you all at once and it's easy to forget who you are and that there is more to life than wanting to crawl under the covers and sleep it all away (which beat out writing energetic, inspired entries and spending hours messing around in Photoshop).
But I'm getting back to myself. And so will this blog. Pinky swear it! 

happy birthday!

Today is my better half, beariest boyfriend's birthday. Frank, or as you guys know him-- the guy behind the lens who lets me play model whenever we get a brief moment in our crazy lives, turns 23 today & I can still remember him blowing out the candles on his 14th birthday cake as if it were yesterday.

I've truly had the best time growing up with him as my best friend-- a role he's filled since we were 12 years old, and am so excited for that all that is to come for him this year! Today he is taking the next step toward becoming a police officer-- after graduating with a BA in Criminal Justice and a lot of waiting, life is really starting to move, and I could not be any more excited to be by his side, watching it all unfold.

Even though he'd rather not make a spectacle, I could not think of a more important day to celebrate. Happy birthday, hunny!

tuesday update.

Hey guys! How was your weekend?

I spent mine fixing my mess of a hair, putting myself into a good mood and going back to being a natural blonde after weeks of shame, seeing 'Now You See Me' with my coworkers, avoiding responsibility on Sunday, and then mourning after watching Game of Thrones (no spoilers, but DID YOU GUYS SEE IT?!). Real, absolute tears. 

This quote is verry relevant! No entry yesterday, simply because I could not, for the life of me, have a brain pattern to write it! Writer's block mixed with laziness is a deadly combination! Combine that with being tired by 8pm and you have me :)

Hope everyone's week is going well on your end! 

the 21st century blonde bombshell.

Couple Marilyn Monroe with a yearning for summertime and vacation and you have the latest Vogue US editorial. Kate Upton does blonde bombshell fantastically! So much that I am currently resisting the urge to cut my hair (& run away to someplace with a beach).

chop chop.

Every since I first cut my hair at 11, I've been obsessed with the ability to change ones look with the simple snip of a scissor. Between the short bouts of piping hot NYC weather and my morning hairdo laziness (down, bun, ponytail), I've been debating whether or not to chop my locks short and call it a day. Although everyone is advising against it, I can't help but swoon over the idea of an easy bob (& less hair) to work with each morning.

I will be trying my best to resist! 

I love stumbling upon amazing artists whose work creates an emotion I can feel deep within my chest and these amazing paintings by California artist Clare Elsaesser do just that. Here are a few of my pieces:

vacation.

I realized on Wednesday of last week that if I don't go to a European country that has a beach for at least a week, I may just die. Not really, but internally I may go a little cuckoo. The last time I went to Italy was the summer before I began my senior year of college, and the escape from reality, from work, technology, real life-- not only put me back on track but left me with a sense of calm and the feeling that I was ready to take on the world when I returned home. Right now the weekends fly by far too fast to get anything but errands in and the weeks fly by so quickly that very few hours of sleep are possible. All I keep thinking of is the beach, the warmth of the Italian sun, wiping sand off of my legs, and the feeling that I, yet again, cannot believe where I am.