Over the past few years the idea of meal prep has taken off. I am astounded by the way white hipsters have made leftovers look appetizing. Like totally, utterly, dumbfounded. In middle school I recall my mother often packing me dinner leftovers for lunch and I never felt the zeal I’ve seen displayed across the internet. Instead of continuing to let you all be swindled in the new year I’m going to hip to something even better – meal planning.
In 2007; before the advent of Instagram, the takeoff of the style blog, during moment in time when the word influencer didn’t exist as a job title; there was a group of men and women who watched fashion intently from the outside. Long seen as an industry meant for editors, socialites, designers, and models, the
2017 was honestly the remnants of what 2016 left us with – a pile of hot garbage. I was in Hawaii the day Zonald was elected and while 2017 was a great year for me personally I definitely have to say that it left much to be desired on every other front. That is likely
Being pregnant makes me feel flawed at times. Sure, there’s a miracle of life happening inside my body and yes the joys of being able to hold another precious lamb bring me excitement. Yet, even still when I approach my closet I do so with much disdain. Luckily there are some pieces in my happy