THREE DAYS AFTER CHRISTMAS

It’s 3 days after Christmas and I’ve been flitting all around the house, gathering supplies for my epic layabout. 


The fireplace is crackling and sputtering with glee. And I, in my StuWeitzmans, am feeling qulte co-zy 


Why? It’s almost New Years, and I’m surrounded by my fav things: almond tea, Skinny Pop, and a mound of vintage couture in various stages of repair. Sip, snip, pull, pause, repeat. My mantra hasn’t really changed. Creating a life worth living requires Diana Ross level grit & glam.
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In 2024 find me at the DollHouse with yards of skirt, discounted champagne, and an epic story to tell.