Miranda Kerr at Zimmermann‘s opening party for their Melrose Place flagship.
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Actually, I can’t believe we’re more than half of the way through 2015. Where has time gone? More importantly: what have I done with it? I had grand plans and high expectations, but it feels as if I just trudged my way through the months (especially through this year’s polar vortex)—and let myself fall into the monotony of complacency. There were so many places I wanted to go to, events to attend, things to do, books to read, skills to learn. What have I actually accomplished? Am I a better version of myself than I was in 2014?
I hesitate to answer.
But the lull ends now. This past week has been a whirlwind of new things and opportunities, which was exactly what I’ve been craving. Bring it on.
2. I want to get rid of everything in my closet except my bodysuits, pencil skirts, and high-waisted jeans. I want easy, I want simple, I want streamlined, I want sexy; it’s the vibe I’m trying to go for (if you look good, you feel good—right?) I’m feeling a wardrobe re-haul comin’ up soon, I’m just not sure where to begin…
I’ll keep you posted if anything interesting comes out of it.
3. You know you’re a real adult when finding the perfect set of Tupperware gets you excited. It’s the little things.
4. I had my first solo business trip earlier this week. I’ll be honest: I was apprehensive for a few reasons, two of which were traveling (safely) alone and making a connecting flight with less than 40 minutes to spare. Traveling was always done under the safety of my parents’ wings, with a group of (reliable) friends, or with a significant other; I have no qualms in admitting that I was—and still am—pretty sheltered and definitely lucky to have such protective people in my life.
I’m happy to report everything was smooth sailing, and that I loved the solitude and baby adventure as much as I thought I would. More traveling, please.
5. My dad finally upgraded to the iPhone 6 and my mother has grasped the concept of emojis. Texting the ‘rentals have been real’ exciting lately.
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Currently reporting live from Pearl, Mississippi. So far the Deep South has been everything people have made it out to be: hot, humid, and hospitable beyond belief. (I can’t even be mad at the cab driver who was half an hour late to pick me up for a work meeting…even after I confirmed three times he’d arrive by 8:15 a.m. the absolute latest. I can’t even be annoyed at the fact that water everywhere is $3.59 a bottle when the clerk is apologizing to me for such steep prices.)
Anyway—this trip has been a success so far! For a girl who traveled only in groups (or with a sig. other) and has minimal directional sense (I’ve always surrounded myself with people who are the opposite), things have gone swimmingly. There’s still two more flight before I can check this off as a true success, but positive affirmations only. Wish me luck!
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The next 50 or so hours are about to be a whirlwind. Let’s rattle off the to-do list real quick, shall we? Drive an hour to rehearsal, rehearse for two hours, drive home, remember to eat, shower, pack, go over presentation notes and practice, double-check my carry-on (I’m only going away for two days), practice some more, triple-check, hop on the train to New York, take a 3-hour dance bootcamp and challenge with a pair of world-famous dancers (!), possibly perform, hop on the train home, shower, check my suitcase, head to the airport, wait for my flight, business trip for two days, and come back home on midnight Wednesday.
(Note to self: b r e a t h e .)
What helps the process immensely is doing a little bit of planning—namely in the outfit department—so I not only feel ready, but look it too. Half the battle’s won when you’re dressed for the job and feeling yourself, no?
I’m toying around with the look below for my 7 a.m. flight; it’s equal parts comfortable and “in” (utilizing the sports luxe trend du jour ’til I die). In the ideal world I’d be effortlessly chic, à la, Rosie even heading to the airport at 4 a.m.—but alas, I am not.
Sweats and sneaker wedges will just have to do.
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