7 Things {I have no control over} That Will Happen on the Night of the Luna Llena

1. I will have nightmares. I'll dream I drown someone in kool-aid. I'll dream my mom dies, and I'm forced to attend her funeral even though I can't find my right shoulder, nor my left hand to wear to the ceremony. I'll dream my brother drives me to McDonald's, buys a Big Mac, and does … Continue reading 7 Things {I have no control over} That Will Happen on the Night of the Luna Llena

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A Moveable Feast

If you haven't figured it out by now, all I do in Buenos Aires is eat! Tuesday night, my future-personal-chef-when-I'm-rich-and-famous friend Chiara made an amazing cena for friends and her visiting mum. Below are the deliciioussss highlights {disclaimer: mouth may water} {Earnest Ernest} {very happy diners with the chef} {first things first . . . vino!} {all the love … Continue reading A Moveable Feast

G I R L Y

My point in all of this is that the term “girly”, in the outdated sense, is over. In recent history it was taken hostage and twisted to mean “weak” or “vain” or “fussy” or “vapid”. “Feminine” was re-worked to be something visually pleasing, physically alluring or too delicate to function without masculine aid. Now we question … Continue reading G I R L Y

I’m Sorry….WHAT?! {Working title, as I couldn’t exactly think of anything better while drowning in shock}

Preface: I've had some weirdddddd experiences in the United States. Like the time I ate banana bread and then was told it may or may not contain hallucinogenics {nothing besides an awful stomach ache resulted}. Or when I saw Danity Kane and proceeded to puke into a cup out of excitement. Or when I ran … Continue reading I’m Sorry….WHAT?! {Working title, as I couldn’t exactly think of anything better while drowning in shock}