In The Bag…
Not much makes sense these days. One conundrum is who takes a pocketbook to a protest or marches in heels?!
Not much makes sense these days. One conundrum is who takes a pocketbook to a protest or marches in heels?!
My daughter and I love to power shop. We have gracefully turned this mother/daughter bonding experience into an art form.
Short bitch since I am on a 7am flight to New York. I am now in a back brace or as I prefer to call it, a proactive Spanx.
My daughter has mastered the art of retail therapy. The other day she introduced me to a legitimate Made In America, high quality product. You need to know about Shinola.
My daughter is my filter. I am still loopy from my new meds. That’s my excuse for not taking responsibility for saying dumb stuff.
This Bev Hills babe flew solo last weekend. With passport in hand and unaccompanied by my darling daughter, I braved the land of plastic surgery, kale salad without dressing and […]