I’m not sure what I love more about this ensemble: The pom pom details or the sequin-y evil eye situation on my handbag. Either way, this look is so me, SO FIRE, it should be illegal. Like, right up there with smoking crack or PCP. Anyhoo, the temps in Miami are firing up. For instance, yesterday I went for a 35-minute jog (#BikiniSeason) and almost died from heat exhaustion (#DramaQueen). After said brisk jog, I had to lay on the floor for 22 minutes and tell myself that I am in fact NOT perishing from this planet — but the things I’ll do to eradicate the cottage cheese-y cellulite from my ass cheeks are downright dangerous. So yeah, I like TO LIVE LIFE ON THE EDGE.
What else happened this week? Oh, yes… the air conditioning broke in our bedroom two nights in a row and I feel like we all take AC for granted because I perspired as though I were in one of those weird-o Arizona sweat lodges (#WeightLoss) and woke up cranky and miserable and whiny and on the brink of murdering anyone within a 3-foot radius of me. But it’s fixed now and I feel so #blessed.
Also worth noting? I’m leaving for Italy on Tuesday and I am so excited! I’ve placed myself on a self-imposed shopping hold over the past two months (well, kinda, sorta, ok, that’s a fucking lie), because I CANNOT wait to see what Milano has in store for this chick.
Photos by Karla Garcia