Tropical Formal

{Wearing: Blue Waves Dress: TouchDolls. Shoes: Steve Madden. Herba Earrings: c/o Tarbay. Hair: Glamsquad. Photographed by Jorge Camaraza.} One of the many trips I’ve been on this summer was to Captive Island for a wedding. A wedding in which the invite read “Tropical Formal” as the attire. Tropical formal? What does that mean? Is that like a tux and flip-flops? Is it a bedazzled bikini with a floor-length sarong? And what kind of handbag goes with that look? As a freelancer for The Knot (my job, when I’m not emptying the thoughts that roll around in my head here on the blog), I felt I needed to nail this. I mean, I work for a wedding magazine, the wedding magazine. Not being able to decode wedding dress attire, well, that’s kind of embarrassing, no? So I started the search, the quest for this tropical formal situation that had me completely perplexed. I stepped into…Read More



That Time I Got to be a Bikini Model at Splashion 2016

{Wearing: Peony. Photographed by Thaddaeus McAdams/} {Wearing: Laundry by Shelli Segal. With: Ria Michelle, I’m Not Sorry Darling, Uncle Luke, Brickellista, Kelly Saks and (my lifelong swim week sista for more years than either of us can remember) The Wordy Girl. Photographed by Thaddaeus McAdams/} Year after year, as July creeps into the middle of our summer, we make our way to the tents of swim week. We go to the rooftop parties. We snap pics of models in bikinis. We wish our legs were that long. We realize just how short our legs are. And we sweat—in hair, in makeup, in outfits we obsess over putting together, backstage, front of house, front row, on rooftops, at presentations, at breakfasts, waiting for Ubers. Swim week is one of my favorite weeks in Miami, but I’ve been going for so long (since its inception), I can’t even remember which year I’m on. While its fun, it…Read More



My PCH Seekender Adventure: The Road to Monterey

{Wearing: Motorcycle Jacket: Zara. Crochet Top: c/o Kore. Jeans: American Eagle Outfitters. Motorcycle Boots: Steve Madden. Sunnies: c/o T.J. Maxx. Photographed By Jorge Camaraza.} We sped off into the beautiful California day, leaving San Francisco behind, pressing onward to Monterey, the second stop on our Pacific Coast Highway adventure. Oh, Monterey. The things I had heard. The photos I had seen. None of them, however, would compare to what my own eyes would behold. The day was starting to cool down, the sun no longer directly above. The wind whipped at us, I zipped up my motorcycle jacket to keep her nip at bay. As we careened through the path, wildflowers surrounding us on either side, I spotted two doe running across the road. I felt like the intruder in their world, this place that was so crisp and pristine. God’s country, that’s where we had found ourselves. The sheer beauty,…Read More



Because I’m Happy—Tous Happy Moments Giveaway

{Tous Happy Moments Perfume and Necklace.} It’s summer, which makes me happy. The weather, the sunshine, the beach, not having to drag a kiddo out of bed and off to school—it all culminates to fill me with bliss and endless happy moments. What I’m most excited about is pulling suitcases out of the top of the closet and filling them more than a few times this summer. The wanderlust is coursing through my veins. I’m ready to see new parts of the world, taste their flavors, see new sights and make new moments. Since the summer is all about making memories and moments, I thought it would be fitting to share a bottle of Tous’ Happy Moments with one of my readers. Not only does Tous have beautiful and fun baubles, like my cute arrow necklace, it also has a host of fun fragrances, just waiting to be worn on…Read More



Down in New Orleans

{Wearing: One of a Kind Crop Top & Shorts: c/o Krel. Booties: Target (yes, Target). Sunnies: Aldo. Bag: c/o T.J. Maxx. Photographed by Jorge Camaraza.} I’m going to admit something that jiggles my own mind: Up until a wee bit ago I had never been to New Orleans. OK, so? A lot of people haven’t been there. But I grew up a portion of my life in Destin, Florida, which is a hop, skip and jump away. My entire high school went there for Mardi Gras, for weekends, for whatever. And in return all of New Orleans came to Destin for spring break and summer vacays. The two cities have a symbiotic relationship that I got a one-sided deal from. For whatever reason, I never made the trip. It just never happened. The last car to New Orleans was always in drive without me in it. Until recently. When a friend…Read More



0 Marks the Spot

{Wearing: Blush Romper. Necklace: Vintage. Wedges: Steve Madden. Photographed by Jorge Camaraza.} That’s me jumping on the bed, like I do anytime I check into a hotel. The chic teal robe? It belongs to The Marker Resort Key West, the stunning resort that took me in for a relaxing weekend excursion. I haven’t been to Key West in over a decade, so it was amazing to revisit a place I’ve always had a soft spot for. Only this go-round was different from past trips. Getting there happened via motorcycle. I’ve never done that before. I’ve never even ridden on a bike in Miami. To feel the warm air, as opposed to the mountain air I’ve gotten used to feeling, was spectacular, a change of pace. Riding over the 7 Mile Bridge, surrounded by water, sunset looming—postcard status. Wish you were here. We brought the bike to a halt as we neared…Read More



Taking the Plunge with #MarshallsSurprise

{Wearing: Neon Mix and Match High-Waisted Bikini: c/o Marshalls. Snorkel Mask: c/o Marshalls. Photographed By Jorge Camaraza.} Marshalls recently asked me to be part of a blogger challenge where the goal was to shop for items that inspire you to try something new. Since trying new things has kind of been my theme for the past few years now here on the blog, I gladly accepted. And I knew exactly what to look for as I stepped into the Marshalls at Midtown Miami. An upcoming trip to Key West meant I’d have a chance to go snorkeling. So, I searched through the racks for a cute new bikini and snorkel gear, finding both successfully. I absolutely love this bright, bold high-waisted bikini. I found it by mixing two different ones together, so now I have two new bikinis to enjoy. Ultimate bonus: the snorkel gear matches. So why is snorkeling…Read More



White Hot Summer

{Wearing: White Rouched Dress: c/o T.J. Maxx and Marshalls. Shoes: Steve Madden. Necklace: c/o Delicate Raymond. Photographed by Jorge Camaraza.} In neighboring lands there’s a tradition Miamians have a hard time wrapping their heads around. In these far off places people actually stop wearing white from Memorial Day until Labor Day. Gasp! I know. Why? Some fashion rule created by people who obviously never lived in the tropics. But, I do live in Miami, where white is a staple year-round. Why? Because it’s hot. It’s almost always hot. And if we ran around in greys and navys and blacks in that non-white-wearing window, we’d melt. I mean, more often then not we rock bikinis on in mid-December. Whiteouts don’t apply in these parts. But elsewhere in the world they do. T.J. Maxx and Marshalls did a survey to find out when most women start to whitewash their wardrobes. Turns out, 63…Read More



My PCH Seekender Adventure: I Left My Heart in San Francisco

As we boarded the plane, him leading the way down the aisle, I thought to myself: This is going to be an amazing trip, but there’s no way it will compare to Colorado—my last Hampton by Hilton Seekender adventure. Sure, we would be back on the bike, the wind in our hair, careening through landscapes foreign to our traditional Miami scenery. But Colorado was so magical. The mountains. The sky. The freedom. The rush. The beauty of it all. Zooming across the Pacific Coast Highway on an Indian motorcycle with my best friend and partner in crime with me every step of the way was definitely going to be amazing, but how could it possibly touch the majestic journey across Colorado that still lives and breathes inside of me? This will still be nice, I thought. Now, looking back, I can see just how truly foolish a thought that was….Read More