Being RICH is not about how much you have, BUT about how much you GIVE.
Ever since I can remember my dad has always told my siblings and I, “We are poor.” The thing is I always knew we weren’t REALLY poor. My parents worked hard and eventually earned really high positions in their firesides. But, I knew that because of their humble beginnings, they wanted us to grow up with the same mind set.
There was a time period in my teens that I resented my parents for thinking this way. I didn’t shop at A&F or Hollister like all the “cool kids” and learned how to find gems in Ross and Marshalls stores at an early age. Even though I was basically wearing the same type of clothes, I hated my parents for not buying me the “real deal”. Continue reading
Hello my readers!!
I have been completely slacking and busy, so I haven’t been keeping up with the blog. I promise that will change soon once this month is over.
I wanted to take some time to write about SXSW fashion and what I hope to wear and see other women wearing on the streets of Austin this week. It’s always tough for me to choose what to wear to music festivals and concerts. My style is all over the place, but if I could choose an outfit all of the following would be top contenders. My choice of style stems a lot from the types of shows I plan to attend.
I will post pictures of all my outfits later this week when I finally have vacation and spend my days at south by!
Valentine’s Day. That day of the year when most of the women in relationships set really high expectations, only to be disappointed. That day of the year that all the single women post about how amazing it is to be single and secretly envy all those in relationships.
Two years ago I was that single woman. I pretended I hated the holiday. I went to eat wings (MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE) and beer with my single friends. We laughed and talked about how stupid educated women are for getting into long term relationships at our age. We kept saying, “You don’t NEED a man to make you happy.” But, I went home that night and cried myself to sleep thinking, “But, it would be nice to have one.” Continue reading