Saturday, July 11, 2015

The Polo Bar

I know, I know, I've seriously been neglecting my blogging duties. The truth is I've been having a rather difficult time these past few months. The fact that I remained unemployed months after earning my master's degree was just one more thing that made me sink deeper into a depressive state. I lost interest in all of the things that brought me great pleasure, like writing to you, my darlings. But the fog has lifted, and I'm feeling much better now. Oh, I also joined the ranks of the employed. Whoop, Whoop!

Above are the pictures I took from the Polo Bar on Yves' birthday in May. Yves was actually impressed by their service, and he's a tough nut to crack. I'll talk to you soon. Enjoy!

Friday, May 8, 2015

Last-Minute Mother's Day Gift Ideas

Mother's day is right around the corner! If you're scrambling to get something for the ultimate lady in your life, I've got you covered.

1. This darling Nambe Fruit Bowl & Tree for the humbled homemaker, from Neiman Marcus, $125.
2. The SunnyLife Bronte Cooler bag for the on-the-go mom, from Shopbop, $34.
3. The Beach Bombshell Box for the eco-friendly mom, from AbesMarket, $98.
4. This famous fine art print for the artistic mom, from, $39.99.
5. A God in Ruins by Kate Atkinson (hardcover) for the literary mom, from Barnes & Noble, $19.44.

Thursday, May 7, 2015

How Do You Deal With Anxiety?

I've learned to reign in my anxiety over the years, through sheer will. It hasn't always been easy. After  a traumatic experience back in college, I was flooded by fear and anxious feelings. I reached a point where I could not sit with my family and watch TV. Any unsuspecting movement would have me teetering on the brink of a break down. For example, a commercial featuring an incoming car. Yes, it was really that bad.

Convinced that I was having multiple heart attacks at the age of 22, I spent copious nights in the emergency room. I was actually a little relieved when I was finally diagnosed with anxiety disorder, which symptoms I was told mimics a heart attack.

After my so called "near death experiences," I began taking Zoloft to abate my anxiety but the medication only seemed to make matters worse. I became significantly more anxious, sensitive and emotional. I had always been emotionally stable, it was one of my most cherished traits. So, It was difficult to watch myself crumble into a shell of my former, more vibrant self. It was even more difficult on my mother. I felt incredibly helpless, like I was gradually sinking into quick sand but was unable to rise to the surface, no matter how hard I tried.

One night, I stumbled on an infomercial about generalized anxiety disorder. They were advertising a self-hypnosis CD of some sort, so I decided to give it a try. At that point, all of my skepticism fell by the wayside because I had reached my lowest point. I was desperate and was willing to try anything.

That CD changed my life...

It was narrated by a man with the most soothing voice who instructed me to picture a serene place and sound. For me, It was a quiet beach with waves lapping on the shore. I would lie in bed and mentally transport myself to that beach, all the while visualizing all of my anxious feelings wafting off of my body, escaping through my pores. Lo and behold, it worked!

On occasion, I would still get intense panic attacks where I couldn't calm myself enough to visualize anything. Luckily, as the years went by, those attacks were few and far between. Now, I seldom get panic attacks. Whenever, I feel one coming on, I simply close my eyes and picture my little piece of paradise.

Do you have anxiety? social or otherwise? If so, how do you deal with them? I'd love to hear how you tame those nagging anxious feelings!

(Picture via here)

Tuesday, May 5, 2015

Are You Comfortable Talking To Your Friends About Sex?

Whenever my friend and I meet up, the conversation inevitably turns to sex. I'm no prude, although some will beg to differ, but I'm just not comfortable going into decorative anecdotes and innuendos. That's not to say that I don't enjoy a good adult conversation but when the conversation veers into salacious territory, I clam up and revert back to a giggling, blushing prepubescent. In a way, it feels like I would be violating my partner's privacy by sharing a deeply personal moment.

Growing up I was taught to be very ladylike and to close my legs when I sit, I even took a few etiquette lessons, courtesy of my late father who was a stickler for good manners. I carry those experiences with me so they definitely play a role in preventing me from oversharing intimate details about my personal life. Not that there's anything wrong with anyone who chooses to go that route. In fact, I admire my friend for being so frank about his sexual experiences.

How candid are you when talking about sex with your friends?
(Picture via here)

Saturday, May 2, 2015

The Secret to Keeping Your Sheets Tidy

A clean bedroom equals a happy, peaceful mind. I find that making my bed every morning gives my bedroom an instant facelift. However, soon after I climb into bed, that inevitable slip-and-slide situation ensues.

Lately, I've been tucking my sheets beneath my mattress, a method known as the "Hospital Corner." It works like a charm. My mother even goes one step further and pins her sheets to her mattress. If you have little ones, I recommend that you avoid the latter, you don't want any ouchies.

Will you give the tuck method a try? or have you been implementing it all along?
(Pictures via here)

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Female Friendships

One of my favorite bloggers, Joanna, from A Cup Of Jo wrote a post recently about maintaining female friendships and it made me realize that I'm not a great friend, especially to my girlfriends. I pride myself at excelling in everything that I do so this is a difficult realization to come to terms with. I naturally gravitate towards males, it has always been that way. I've never been good at forming lasting female relationships. That's not to say that I don't enjoy their company and value that indescribable bond that comes with being friends with a member of the same sex, but somewhere along the line there always seem to be a disconnect, on my part. I neglect my friendships. And no, I won't bore you with any excuses as to why that is.

What I will say is that meaningful friendships take time and commitment. That's true of any relationship. I've never challenged myself to do the leg work to reach that coveted stage, that "sisterhood of the traveling pants" stage where you've built an unyielding bond that no one or nothing can sever.

When it comes to friendships Socrates once said "Be a good one, and you'll get good ones." Like love, friendships are just two people looking in the same direction. I'm not a good friend because I don't take the time to nurture my friendships. I'm a constant progress of growth and change, this is just one more thing that I need to work on.

(Picture via here)

Monday, February 16, 2015

Sunday, February 1, 2015

Running Into An Ex

Running into an ex-boyfriend, the inevitable encounter we ladies all dread. We picture the moment it will happen in our heads, and off course, we always look fabulous. However, in reality we usually end up looking like frumpy aunt Franny. Why do we always look our worst when we run into an ex-boyfriend?

I never wear sweat pants to go outdoors. I mean never, except for about three weeks ago when I bumped into an ex from college. Off course, I was wearing pig-tails because apparently the encounter needed an additional dose of awkward. Yep, looking like a six-year old sealed the deal. We shot the breeze and talked about our lives and all the while I just wanted to run away. Why couldn't I have been wearing one of those killer power suits that day?

Have you ever ran into an ex looking less than your best? do share!

(Picture via here)

Friday, January 23, 2015

Dream Dinner Abroad: French Riviera

Anyone who knows me, knows about my penchant for trying new cuisine. I’ve always wanted to travel the world and fraternize with locals from various lands. The place that has always been the epitome of my ideal vacation spot is the French Riviera, otherwise known as the Cote D’azur.  

While I would want to hit the town and sample the finest dishes from some of the finest restaurants at the French Riviera, I have to admit I’m most interested in the offerings of local eateries. When I travel, I’m more concerned about the authenticity of the dishes that I eat and the histories behind them. Having that knowledge somehow makes the food taste better. In my opinion, little shops and hole-in-the-wall places are best at maintaining old culinary traditions and techniques. They are often the heart of any city.

On my list of delicious dishes to try are Bouillabaisse, ratatouille, porchetta (stuffed suckling pig), an assortment of cheeses, the stinkier the better, and off course lots of Rosé, which seems fitting for the sunny, Mediterranean locale.

I don’t know about you, but if I were browsing the web in a foreign country with the goal of finding popular restaurants for a fun night out, I would definitely go to a website that can translate the information in English. Unless you're one of those rare breeds who prefer to decipher each word using Webster. Why do all the work, when companies are able and willing to do it for you? 

I’m no expert but I’m guessing that not having a translation software, or worse, having a bad translation software can be disastrous for a business, especially startups with limited funds.

(Pictures via here)

Thursday, January 15, 2015

Jo Malone's Pomegranate Noir

I really want to add another fragrance to my rolodex of scintillating scents. For some time now, I've been coveting a fragrance that is warm, spicy, sexy, complex and intoxicating. Am I asking for too much? So, when I came across Jo Malone's Pomegranate Noir, the description immediately captured my attention: "the sensuality of a daring red dress," "spicy woods," dark and enigmatic."  I just had to have it, so I went ahead and purchased the 30 ml bottle.


I was really disappointed after the first spritz, it just smelled like a field of cloves. Anyone who knows me is aware of my dislike of cloves, have you ever eaten one of those things? yuck! However, after a few minutes, the scent began to mellow out and the cloying clove smell completely dissipated. I was intrigued. A few minutes after that, I sniffed my wrist and was flabbergasted. It was woody, a little spicy and totally seductive. It's not exactly the sexy fragrance I was looking for, but it's definitely a contender for my ever-changing and ever-growing repertoire of scents. I look forward to trying some of Jo Malone's other fragrances.

Saturday, January 3, 2015

What's A New Year Without A Sale?

Hello my darlings, I thought you might like to peruse some sale items from OASAP and Monnier Freres. After all, what's a new year without adding some brand new goodies to your closets.


(Picture via here)
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