Keeping up with my resolutions, I’m spending more time at the gym. Between getting caught up on cardio and trying out new yoga classes, I’m one sweaty Betty! I usually hit the gym in between meetings all over Phoenix or early in the morning before I need to head into the office, so I need to leave looking as presentable as possible. After my super Zen yoga class, I head into the gym’s locker room, grab my Pantene 2-in-1 Shampoo & Conditioner and head toward the shower. While

Sunday morning, my alarm sounds from my phone through my room. It’s Demi Lovato’s Confident (my new mantra) and I’m singing while being half asleep. There’s a chilly bite to the air and I don’t really want to get out of bed just yet. November in Phoenix is weird – it’s that month where you need the heater in the morning, but by mid-day, you need the AC on again. *you guys – my nightstand game is on point For now, 7AM, I want my warm blanket and to never ever leave my bed. Aft

Earlier this month was Phoenix Fashion Week, and as you can imagine, I was a combination of excited and ecstatic. I love a good runway show, and even more, I love a good red carpet photo opp. The week leading up to the event, I made a list so I could stay organized and be sure to have a stress-free week. My list looked something like this: FRIDAY NIGHT LOOK – Wear Eloquii’s Ruffle Shoulder Dress – Eye look: winged liner, big lashes, nude lips – Minimal, earthy Bling SATUR

For me, finding the perfect plaid shirt has been a nightmare. Hell, finding any button down shirt is a nightmare. I’ve tried brand after brand and nothing has worked. Too tight in the arms here. Too big in the bust there. Huge and sloppy in the waist here. OMG I look like a mess there. And then I found this one. It’s tunic length – which was so important to me. I wanted my plaid long enough to wear with leggings for roadtrips up to the mountains. I wanted it fitted enough t

Finding a romper that fits well and looks good is like finding a needle in a haystack. The planets have to align and all be covered in glitter while a unicorn trots on by, singing a Britney Spears tune. Needless to say, I haven’t been keen on plus size rompers. That is, until I found this one at City Chic (which I now own in two colors, btw). The fit is incredible – the top is flowy and light, there’s a drawstring to define my waist and the shorts are short — but not too shor

“If I got hit by a truck tomorrow, I swear to god the last thing I would say – whilst gasping for air, mind you – is: dammit! I never got to have pink hair!” Yeah, that’s an actual excerpt from an actual conversation I had last week. Part of me wanted to call Jocelyn (the hair goddess at the salon I frequent far too often) And tell her to bleach my head and grab the pink dye. But having been down that road before (I can’t even talk about platinum blonde fiasco of 2004) I knew