Once upon a time there was a lazy Sunday in May, seventy-eight degrees, a carrot-infusedΒ bloody mary, a roasted beet and honey salad, lavender scones, and three perfect hours with my childhood best friend. Then there was a closet shelf of just the perfect size to become a shrine to Chanel … the perfect pumpsContinue reading “Boozey Brunches”
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Why I Don’t Lie About My Age
I’ve plucked gray hairs, sighed at the losing battle that is gravity, gained weight, lost weight, botoxed, detoxed, and unboxed thousands of dollars worth of “beauty” but I have never felt as confident in the skin sold to me by Madison Avenue as I do wearing the sun-kissed glow of an afternoon spent with my sons.
