It’s probably an understatement to say that I go a little overboard when it comes to wrapping Christmas gifts every year. One of my favorite memories from growing up was wrapping Christmas presents with my mom. She was always so meticulous with everything. From the size of the piece of tape used to the exact placement of the final piece of ribbon, I absolutely loved it when I got to accompany her in their bedroom, door closed so no one else could see, sitting on the hardwood
It was March 6, 2011. I just got home from a business trip to Manhattan a few days prior, and I was leisurely checking my Facebook messages when I saw one from my best friend. Curious as to why she was sending me a Facebook message instead of just texting or calling, especially when I knew she had tests done a few days beforehand, I opened it, naturally assuming everthing was fine. This is what I saw: I'm so afraid to even tell you my results because I still can't believe it.
“The fourth thing at Christmas that’s such a pain to me, sending Christmas cards…” If you haven’t heard that song, look it up, it makes me laugh every time I hear it. Unlike that song, I love Christmas and all the “pains” that come with it. I tweeted earlier this week that Christmas threw up on me, and it’s probably all-too-true. As soon as Thanksgiving is over (seriously folks, those of you who start BEFORE Thanksgiving are even a little too Christmas for this spirited gal),
Ever. We're kicking off December and while I have a few topics to post on (like comfortable but cute Christmas shopping attire), I was using a product on my hair this morning that I remembered is not a common hair product. And it is my saving grace in the winter. It's the time of year when the air is so dry that--if you're anything like me and straighten your hair--it doesn't take long before it looks like you just shoved a fork in an electrical socket. Even when I curl my ha