This is dress is b-a-n-a-n-a-s. So is my spray tan here. And the hair extensions are on fleek, too. Okay, now that that’s out of the way, how the hell are you freaks doing?
All is well in these parts. “Season” (Read: the time of year where booze, parties and other shady shit are rampant) is revving up here in Miami so I’ve been building up my party attire. I’ve also been working on my fitness and found myself hitting the reformer ON A SATURDAY which led me to wonder, “Who the hell am I?!” Yep, I packed up the kids and brought them to the Pilates studio because my time would have been otherwise spent:
- Watching a Dateline marathon.
- Eating items such as (and not limited to): Speculoos cookie butter straight from the jar like a legitimate piglet, Voortman sugar wafers and Cape Cod salt and vinegar-flavored chips.
- Aimlessly wandering the aisles of Target.
So I’m happy I hit the studio in lieu of the above trilogy of shame and gluttony.
Photos by Emma del Rey