Beverly Hills, California
I’ve been talking for a long time about posts from past trips that never made it onto the site. Well here is my first! Back in September Peter and I, headed to LA to run the Disneyland Half Marathon, and to earn our Coast to Coast medals. This is done by running races in both Walt Disney World Florida, and Disneyland California in the same calendar year, and I wanted it real bad. So bad that I was willing to get my ass on a treadmill and train for not one, but TWO motherfucking half marathons. Guess all the cussing and running paid off, because we earned our best half time yet, so I felt pretty cool. Since then I’ve been rather sedentary, and by that I mean I literally only get off my bottom if food is part of the deal. I’ve always had awful self-control and discipline and can’t diet for shit, therefore as much as I hate the pressure, those races keep my ass in check. That being said I started something very unlike me this week and it is somehow going surprisingly well. I am on day four of the Master Cleanse, and have not died of hunger or come close to quitting yet. If you didn’t know the Master Cleanse or Lemonade Diet is a 10 day regime, where you rid your body of toxins by only consuming a drink consisting of water, lemon, maple syrup, and cayenne pepper. From chicken nuggets dipped in gravy and fries to juice for 10 fucking days…can’t believe I haven’t attempted to eat my own hand yet. Feeling pretty badass right about now. Anywhoo these photos were taken back in Beverly Hills a few days before we went to Anaheim to run the marathon. Hope you enjoy this first little #TBT and that I don’t got full cannibal by the end of the week! Pray for me.
The Four Seasons looks a lot like a jungle from here
Gucci sunnies, Nasty Gal choker, Matthew Williamson vest, Marc by Marc Jacobs dress, Cartier and Sydney Evan bracelets, Chloe Faye bag, and Chanel shoes.
Happy weekend everyone! Peter and I have been on a prolonged vacation with the family and it has been all kinds of relaxing. Seriously, I’m so relaxed right now I am barely stressing about the fact that I am almost done my Masters diploma and still don’t have any job prospects…Oh, I spoke too fast, there it is again. Expectations are fun! All jokes aside it has been so good for us to spend some time with my parents, watch tons of Amy Schumer, and get really tanned and fat from our days’ anticipation revolving around our next meal. As much as I drink that green juice in the morning and go for that run…it still doesn’t outweigh the mountain of carbs sitting in my stomach being converted to fat. Is that even how that works? I failed bio in high school…I think that’s the class where we covered digestion. Anyways, on this particular day we went to Miami’s Design District to check how the area was coming along and to eat at Harry’s, our favourite pizza spot. Thankfully, these pictures were taken prior to hoovering my meal, as it doesn’t look nearly as cute covered in sauce. Sidenote: off the shoulder tops…real tough to eat in.
Constricting as shit
Christian Dior earrings, Ray Ban Clubmasters, Tibi top, vintage Levis shorts, Olympia-Le Tan Cinderella bag, Sydney Evan, David Yurman, and Cartier bracelets and watch, Jacquie Aiche rings, and Christian Louboutin “Costa Nada” sandals.
I think I may be experiencing an early quarter life crisis, because man is 2015 miserable thus far. Ok, misery is a strong term, but all the indecision, monumental life choices, and “growing up” activities associated with them are completely killing my vibe. It’s been a hard couple of weeks for both my husband and I, and I haven’t had the motivation to post much. I felt as though I had nothing to say to all you lovely people, so this is what you get, an introspective rant from a girl that has an embarrassment of riches when it comes to choices. The uncertainty surely is anxiety producing, and though I should feel blessed that I have options, my vocabulary has been mostly reduced to three word sentences…starting with fuck.”Fuck my life,” “fuck this shit,” you get the idea. I can finally relate to the 2000s anthem that was Britney Spears’ “Lucky.” Kay, not really, but any chance I have to reference that jam, I will take. Anyway moral of the story kids is, be happy to be awarded the privilege that are choices, many do not have the same luxury. And hey, who knows, if you make enough bad ones you just may learn a thing or two.
But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart
Nasty Gal glasses, Alexis top (similar), Solance London pants, Bracelets from Sydney Evan (similar) and Cartier, Chanel bag, Manolo Blahnik Chaos sandals (similar).
Santa Monica, California
I am currently in Miami for our Canadian turkey weekend rocking a radioactive sunburn and attempting to pass it up as a tan. It hurts so bad, but the camouflage seems to be working. This takes me back to the last time I had a slight case of the lobsters while on our California adventure after spending the day surfing in Santa Monica. Though the conditions weren’t great I was so happy to finally ride a wave on the West Coast. After drinking tons of salt water, we headed to dinner at Giorgio Baldi (YUM), then dressed up as Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles to protect the people and do some sketchy carnival rides (all of which has been documented on my Instagram account). Now that should have been an #OOTD! Michelango 4 Life y’all! What a good day that was.
Akira sunglasses, Dior “Mise-En-Dior” earrings, For Love & Lemons dress, Chanel bag and sandals, bracelets and watch from Cartier, Aurélie Bidermann, and Sydney Evan (similar).