Style Swoon: Cutout Booties

I don’t always wear sky-high heels, but when I do, I make sure it’s worth a sprained ankle.

You guys. I think I have a problem. I just discovered these things and I am completely obsessed. Not this Alexander Wang pair specifically, but this Cutout Bootie trend is rocking my world. I have acquired three pairs in the last few weeks and I cannot get enough. I need help.

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These work with everything. Pencil skirt and blouse for the day job department meeting? Check. Ankle jeans and oversized sweater for running errands? Check. Date night with the Mister? Well, we haven’t had one of those in awhile, but if he every finally takes me to see The Revenant (I’m calling the Oscar for you, Leo, and I haven’t even seen it yet), I’ll be kicking these up on the back of an empty seat.

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I haven’t loved a trend like this in so, so long.  Admittedly, part of me is just happy that something I like happens to be generally appealing. But mostly, these are just so damned awesome.

Little Guy’s First Road Trip

Visiting our friends who own Ozark Outdoors, the best river resort on the planet!

Well, we’re back in Ozark territory My husband hasn’t stopped talking about “going home” since we decided to make the trip a few weeks ago. A few years ago, we decided to move back to the area of his hometown, Sullivan, Missouri. After a year, he was itching to leave again.

Distance truly does make the heart grow fonder.

I don’t really know how that feels, missing home.  I was an army brat, so T.J. Watt Jersey they only thing that really felt like home was wherever my family happened to T.J. Watt Authentic Jersey be. The closest thing I’ve ever come to experiencing that sort of longing was when I left St. Lucia, my mother’s country, for the first time. I had only been there for a few weeks but it felt eerily familiar; it was a place of comfort for me almost instantly.

As far as Missouri goes, I will say, the landscape is incredible. Beautiful bluffs, crystal clear rivers, magnificent towering trees. It’s wonderful in that way. Unfortunately, I’m not built for cold weather and Missouri has that in spades.

Wouldn’t you give anything to be sitting on that bench?

This was our first road trip with the little guy and, to my surprise, it wasn’t nearly as nerve-wrecking as I thought it would be. The dogs kept to themselves, BoogerButt was either sleeping or keeping himself occupied with his toys and we didn’t hit much traffic in Dallas.

By the way, I don’t know how anyone lives in Dallas. There’s always major construction underway. The traffic is perpetually terrible. The drivers are borderline insane.

Meeting Grandpa Long for the first time.

But it’s nice to be back. Little guy had the chance to meet Grandpa Long for the first time and, before it’s all said and done, will get passed around the family Christmas party T.J. Watt Womens Jersey while Mommy enjoys her first glass of wine in nearly a year.

In all honesty, that’s pretty much the only reason I got in the car in the first place.

Digging Up Dreams


This time last year, my dreams seemed dead and buried.  I’ve been working full-time for a non-profit and, though it’s something I’m good at and generally enjoy, it issn’t what I’ve been working for since I was 12.

I’ve known pretty much my entire life that I wanted to make music.  Even when my dad would tell me I was going to be a doctor so I could fix his heart when Alejandro Villanueva Authentic Jersey it broke (cute, I know), my dreams remained.  Even when everyone told me that I need to focus on finishing my engineering degree instead of packing up and moving to LA, my dreams remained.

So, it was an odd thing last year, when I realized my guitar was hanging lifeless on my wall, having been untouched for months.  I had a few melodies and lyrics saved in my phone that popped into my head in the shower or in line at the grocery store but, if I’m being honest, they were just taking up space.  It’s not as though I was doing anything with them. The days of writing 30 songs in 30 days were long gone.

If I’m being honest, I had finally succumb to my fear of failure.  It’s something I’ve battled with most of my life. I’ve been a perfectionist for as long as I can remember. In school, rather than turn in my tests early, I would sit with them until the last possible moment, going over and over each and every answer, to ensure I hadn’t missed anything. And that proved great for my GPA and SAT scores. In the world of music, this dream I’d been harboring for even longer, however, it’s damn near crippling.

Fast forward to September 24, 2015.  That’s the day my dreams were shocked back to life.  At 2:59am, my son entered the world and I became a completely different person.  All of the confidence, determination and resolve I had lost came flooding back to me in the first few moments of his life. I realized, almost instantly, that the best thing I could do to encourage my son to follow his wildest dreams was to follow mine.  I could never be Alejandro Villanueva Womens Jersey honest with him about the value of relentlessly pursuing your dreams if I couldn’t follow my own advice. He would never believe me when I said it would Alejandro Villanueva Youth Jersey all be worth it if I was able to give up so easily.

And so, the day my son was born, I found myself burying my fears and digging up dreams.