virgin.

my liver can't be right because of all the meds i've been popping, so non-alcoholic dranks this trip it will be. whomp whomp.

to start, a virgin mary.

hallo, sun.

hotel.

arrived in puerto rico 12 hours ago and have been cooped up in my hotel trying to fight the last bit of this nasty cold. 2 times room service and as much of khloe and kourtney kardashian as one could possibly take. (not that much.)

three cheers for hbo go. and game of thrones.

freal.

amoxy.

for coughs that come from the depths of your lungs and hurt your sphincter, there's really quite nothing like mild antibiotics.

in the meantime, some temporary relief.

cough.

gaw. i'm sick.

it might have something to do with the million calories i didn't eat last week. the result? two pounds lost, and a wretched cold. gugh. but it was worth it just to try it. that's what i always say.

we got our lacma on recently because i wanted to see the rodarte installation and also because i wanted to show my hubs the little city with a thousand hot wheels.

both are brilliant. but one thing about the dresses.

there just weren't enough.

OC.

a real conversation:

me: i can't WAITTTT for the real housewives of OC to start. it looks AMAAAAAAzing.

him: you are srsly. so weird.

mmhm. orly.

not as weird as me actually liking this juice that we he made tonight with our new juicer with lotso green veggies and one fruit. (pear)

so weird.

hungry.

so if i'm hungry after completing just day 1 of my stupid detox, and i'm just staring at food pics all night, what does that make me.

tomorrow, i plan to take a cue from here and wear all different kinds of textural things. like at least 3 different ones. because that's the rule i just made up.

it'll be a proper distraction from my growling tummy.

oh. and a little bit of vogue never hurt anybody.

a pretty gift from my sister for my birthday.

cutouts.

i really did let the lbs stack on this holiday season. i pigged out without abandon and it left me with fatty crumbs all over my mind and body.

so, i've decided to do my first ever cleanse. to feel better and to shake off all the nasties. and because i'm one to jump on the trend bus, albeit years after the fact, i've decided to try the infamous goop detox.

i spent today investing in a juicer (gughghg) and hitting up 3 grocery stores to get all the produce, powders, and potions i'd need to complete this endeavor. i really don't know how i'm going to feel or how i'm going to look, but really, i'm excited. i should be, right? because it's going to work, right?

i don't plan to post a day to day update unless something is just super craze and i can't not share what's happening.

as extra motivation, i'll continue to remind myself that crop tops are coming back back back.

by vanessa jackman.

lazy.

it's saturday morning with a movie and homemade chai [from a box].

corner.

a little snippet of the finished board for your viewing pleasure.

yeah.

aka, my viewing pleasure.

empty.

i half assedly cut words and pictures out of magazines for the past 2 days last night.

i'm trying to vision board and it's just not working.

kind of annoying. like why don't i have any like 'life' goals.

so i'm going to do what's called opening and allowing.

maybe my fave pre-fall 2012 runways are a good place to start.

preen. proenza schouler. theyskens' theory. celine. peter som. phillip lim 3.1.

brussels.

brussel sprouts are little cabbages of happiness.

literally.

clockwise from top left: raw, dirty skins, spices, dry, wet, done.

mumford.

god.

coachella.

last year, we received an invitation in the 11th hour and i basically just, like, sh*t my pants.

a g.d. miracle is what it was.

it turned out to be, in all its blazing 3-day-110-degree glory, an experience for the ages.

in which i lost a few years. of this i'm sure.

lineup for 2012 has just been announced.

guetta + dre + the black keys + afrojack = a me explosion.

crossing fingies.

toes.

cords and gladiators.

a bit of an oxymoron i know.

but so is the weather in l.a. right now.

sandy.

we had an impromptu picnic today after picking up some godmothers from bay cities.

you don't know about bay cities?

really.

wheel.

yesterday am, my husband peeled me out of bed like a fruit roll up and forced me to stick to our resolution of being active together 1 hour each week.

don't be gross.

we ran along the beach.

it was kind of too beautiful...and felt too good.

to hate his guts.

choose.

it's all about choices, right?

choosing to sleep with wet hair.
choosing to caffeinate your bloods.
choosing to throw up after drinking too much.
(sometimes not a choice.)

if i had a choice.

i would choose paris.

paris vs nyc via color me aquarian.

fuchsia.

some people just get under my skin.

like thisssssssssss.

so i have animal clogs to stomp around in.

red.

sometimes.

all you need is red.

new.

via max wanger.

maybe it's because i'm in my thirties now. but i try not to think too hard about things. when i find myself thinking too hard, i start feeling all crowded up in here and i have to back out of it. like backin' up backin' up backin' up.

not sure what that has to do with anything except i'm so super amped for all the thangy thangs i plan to do this year.

a short list:
- golf lessons
- apprendre le français
- two blogs (yes. wmbg is one of them.)

i changed careers not too long ago, took a big risk, thinking that that would be...enough?

but honestly. it hasn't been.

and if you're reading this, then you're probably a blogger. so you know.

that it's not just about the job.

which means the rest is up to us. what you make of your decisions, what you do even in the utmost peripheral aspects of your life.

it's how you choose to feel fulfilled.

i'm eating strawberries out of a reusable ziploc container that smells like old cheese.

what's on your list?

fresh.

i used to run a blog, but in time, it ran its course.

after a 2 year hiatus, i've got like all this raging creative-ish ammunition pent up inside. and so in an effort to organize (and find) IT... i'm going to infiltrate le blogdom again.

but this time, it's going to be a little different. like, a little prettier, a bit saucier.

just pay attention and don't get hurt, ok.

2012 is going to be a memorable and fabulous year in so many ways. i can just feel it.

welcome.