This is not a post in which I will reflect on the difficult times I went through in 2017, and wax poetic about how they made me stronger, and how excited I am for 2018. I don’t really feel stronger, and I’m kind of cautious about what this year will bring. At least for now.
Here’s a secret – I find gift shopping for guys to be extremely easy…unless that guy is Azim. He already has everything he really needs (me), so I find adding to his collection of clothes, toys, and grooming essentials to be a nearly impossible task. He is also very picky. I’ve bought him numerous watches that rarely
Shopping for my girlfriends is always tons of fun! I’m #blessed to have stylish, strong, beautiful friends who all deserve to be spoiled to bits. If you’re looking for something for your bestie, bae, work wife, sister, or anyone who needs a sparkly treat – read on: 200 Women: Who Will Change The Way You
While putting together my Gift Guide for Besties (coming soon!), it became particularly easy to put together my own wishlist 🙂 here’s what I’ll be asking Santa for (or treating myself to 😉 )! Gratitude Glass Jar – I saw this on Oprah’s Favorite Things 2017, and LOVED the idea! The beautiful jar comes
BEST THING I DID I had a fabulous Sunday at the Prince of Wales hotel in Niagara on the Lake with my mom, Jasmine, and my brother’s girlfriend, Amentha. We made the journey out there for afternoon tea in the Drawing Room. The Prince of Wales had a great promotion this month: 2-for-1 tea! As
It’s the most wonderful time of the year! Not to sound trite, but I honestly feel that the older I get, the more I look forward to sentimental holiday traditions over opening gifts on Christmas morning. Don’t get me wrong – ransacking my stocking from Santa and tearing open presents are lovely traditions that I
Beauty Tarte’s Cabana Boy lipstick has been my go-to lately. It’s a little moodier than both my browny-nude Barbra by Nars, or pinky-nude Bitch Perfect by Charlotte Tilbury. The three of them together make my holy grail neutral lip trifecta (this is the point where any hetero male readers I have decide to bail out
Ah, Paris. My favourite city in the universe. My second home, and my happiest place. I’m sure a few of you may be wondering why I have such an obsession – am I just a walking cliché? Maybe. I’ve worn my fair share of striped shirts and berets, with a baguette tucked under my arm