Topsy Turvey and Tipsy

My life has changed. It was a weird moment to take a look around and not recognize what I have been so familiar with and see things brand new. To recap it all would take much longer than a blog post or even two. I suppose that's how it's supposed to be. You make changes to make your life better and then before you know it you're evolving (in a non-Darwin kind of way). Imagine that, a grown-up life to call your own.

I took a small hiatus from my blog posts for the pure fact that becoming even more fabulous needed some time and effort. Oh c'mon, you know you just chuckled a little bit. Stop shaking your head.

So here we are, on the brink of fatty-Claus coming to town (put down the cookie that Paula Dean told you was made with only 3 sticks of butter instead of four) and Amy Grant's "Grown-up Christmas List" or the "Christmas Shoes" songs to bring unnecessary tears to your frozen face while driving. Let's lasso in the holiday the same way a cougar reels in her under-thirty prey, with tight sweaters, charming smiles and a festive red, green or white cocktail.

Cheers to the season. Put on your heels, dip your finger in some frosting and give yourself a gift. One for you, one for me. That's how I shop.